Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

There seems to be a story in it!

"Why do you want to be disgusting on purpose?"

"Because I told her what she dreamed about today, she held a grudge and waited for an opportunity to retaliate."

"What did she talk about in her sleep?"

"she says…"

"Don't say it!" Luan Feng jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Damn Jiang Min, if you dare to say it, I will kill you at night."

Jiang Min immediately closed her mouth, obviously she knew how bad the creaking was.

Wan Feng didn't care, pointing to the fiber board standing on the inner wall of the gate and said: "When the tractor comes tomorrow morning, Yuan Wen will come in to get the clothes and then pull the board away, you know, I'll go, come again It has to be tomorrow night."

School starts tomorrow, and another school year begins.

The advantage of being born again is that you can take classes in a daze without having to learn those courses. You can still know what you should know, but at the same time you shouldn't or you won't.

Wan Feng went to school in plain clothes, but he didn't wear the jacket that Luan Feng made.

"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the little bird is saying it's early morning, I'm going to fucking school again..."

The first day of school had to go early, there was no other reason, the homework for the summer vacation was still in the hands of Xu Ying and Chen Wenxin, this had to be obtained early, otherwise the study committee would take it away when the self-study was over.

When passing by Xu Bin's house, Xu Bin and Xu Meilin ran out of the house.

"Brother Feng!" Xu Meilin ran over and took Wan Feng's hand, wearing the skirt Wan Feng bought for her, and she was dressed up in a gorgeous way.

"How's the comic book these days?"

"That's it. You can earn forty-five cents a day."

Earning 40.50 cents for more than 70 books is not a lot. There are always times when you have read and read enough, and once the limelight passes, then it is not bad to be able to maintain 10.20 cents a day after school starts.

Xu Bin is only twelve years old, and the starting point of being able to make money now is quite high.

Jiang Jun hurriedly chased him up from behind, his face glowing red.

Wan Feng glanced at him sideways: "Look at this posture, you have made a lot of money this summer vacation, and you can walk with wind."

Jiang Jun chuckled: "It's okay."

"How many assets do you have now?"

Jiang Jun put his mouth to Wan Feng's ear: "Fifty-one yuan."

Earning more than two yuan a day, this guy has been selling for a month, and this figure is still reliable.

Wan Feng nodded: "Not bad, not bad, keep working hard during the winter vacation, and strive to have a number during the Chinese New Year."

"You can't sell popsicles during the winter vacation, right?"

"If you don't have popsicles, don't you still have fish? At that time, you can get thirty to fifty catties a day and sell them when you walk from the beach to your home. It's easy to earn three or two yuan."

Xu Bin became jealous when he heard that he earned two or three yuan a day: "Can I sell it?"

"You can't, you're still too young, not to mention carrying fish, even riding an empty bike, you may not be able to ride back from the beach, maybe in two years."

Hearing this, Xu Bin stopped talking, and he listened very much to Wan Feng's words.

Wan Feng asked his mother to come back to do the work, and now his mother earns 60 to 70 cents a day. Wan Feng said that it will be two years after two years.

The fifth grade...it should be the sixth grade now. Jiangwei School will keep the sixth grade this semester, and it will be abolished in March next year and it will become a real elementary school.

Wan Feng and the others also changed from the fifth grade to the sixth grade, as if it had nothing to do with the exam, they became the sixth grade in a daze.

Now Wan Feng and the others are the veritable bosses of the school.

The fifth-grade classroom was noisy, with balls of paper and chalk flying around in the air, often hitting innocent people, and if they hit a girl, the girl would fight back.

The hat of any unlucky guy or Biaozi will fly to the head of the shooter.

Wan Feng also suffered two air strikes on the way from the classroom door to his seat. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been bombed.

Walking to his seat, he found that Chen Wenxin hadn't come yet, but when he turned around, he saw Xu Ying coming.

Wan Feng snapped his fingers at Xu Ying: "Little girl,

come over! "

Xu Ying wore the copycat sportswear that Wan Feng had bought for her, and she was very embarrassing.

But she was very well-behaved in front of Wan Feng.

"What about my homework?"

"Where is Chen Wenxin?"

"What about her? She ran away with someone?"

"She's here too, but she's going to the toilet first... she won't come here anymore."

Speaking of Cao Cao... Cao Cao is very unfortunate! He can represent anyone with any surname.

Chen Wenxin, also wearing a tracksuit, seemed to walk like a ghost, and came in with a smile on her face, and stuffed her schoolbag into the desk.

Wan Feng stretched out his hand to tick her off, and Chen Wenxin took out two homework books from his schoolbag and handed them to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng opened it and looked at it. Yes, it was neatly written, but the handwriting was a bit more elegant.

"This summer vacation seems to be going well, it seems to look a lot better."

Chen Wenxin immediately beamed with joy: "Really?"

"Tell me what good food you eat, your little face is so white."

"It's just that when I was on vacation, I ate green corn every day, and I didn't eat anything else."

Wan Feng recalled that fish sale, this guy and Xu Ying got out of the corn field, it turned out that the two guys were going to eat green corn, she thought they were doing something.

"I'm not going to read it anymore." Chen Wenxin suddenly said this.

"Ah? Don't read it anymore? You are not in a hurry to get married, are you? It's dirty thinking at such a young age."

Chen Wenxin raised her fist and knocked on Wan Feng: "Whoever thinks about that, you can talk nonsense."

"Then why don't you read it? You are only fourteen years old, why don't you read it?"

"My dad asked me to earn centimeters in the team, and said that if I don't earn centimeters for two years, I will leave at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and I will lose money."

"Drink, drink, drink!" Wan Feng laughed. Unexpectedly, Chen Wenxin's old man had a strategic vision.

That's right, if you don't earn a few centimeters for the family, you will be the water thrown out at the age of eighteen or nineteen.

"Then do you want to miss yourself?"

Chen Wenxin nodded: "I miss you."

Wan Feng stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "Can you do needlework?"

"I will point."

"What about embroidery?"

"Embroidery meeting, it's just that the embroidery is not good."

"I'll do some work for you. Embroidery, buttonhole buttons, signing trouser hems, embroidery and embroidered trademarks are two cents a piece. We take care of the fabric but not the needle and thread. The embroidery pattern is a pattern like sewing patches, have you seen it?"

Chen Wenxin nodded vigorously: "I've seen it, it's so beautiful. Originally, a pair of ragged clothes and trousers will not look like ripped clothes and trousers, but like new ones."

"That kind of pattern costs one dollar and four cents. Buttonhole work includes eyelets, seams and buttons. How much is one? Forgot, it seems to be five cents for a pair of trousers. Look at what you do. If you have it on hand Hurry up and take advantage of the time when you are sleeping after school, you can earn a dime a day, and you give this money to your father, so you can continue to study."

"Then I'd better embroider, after all, I have embroidered before."

"I'll bring the fabric at noon, you can embroider a simple one first, and embroider the Big Fish logo for me."

"What is the big fish trademark?"

Wan Feng took out a pencil, tore off a piece of paper, and drew on the paper. Just as he drew a fish head, the bell for the self-study class rang.