Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

After class, Wan Feng did not delay painting the trademark. After finishing the painting, he explained: "The big fish should be red, and the font should be black. It should be one inch long and one finger wide. Just burn the four sides with fire. You can draw the pattern yourself. As for how you Tracing the pattern on the cloth is not my concern."

Chen Wenxin nodded.

"Accounts are settled every day. If you are willing to hand over to me the next morning if you embroidered the previous day, I will pay you."

Chen Wenxin's grades are not bad in the class. Although she has never been the first in the exam, she is in the top ten every time. It is a pity that such a girl does not study now.

She is different from Luan Feng. Even if she reads it, it is a waste of money and youth. She returns it to the teacher before school is over after school. It is a relief for her not to read it earlier.

Luan Feng is not an idiot, on the contrary she is very smart, but she just doesn't know how to study, so it's useless even if you beat her to death.

However, it is enough for a rural girl to reach the sixth grade education level, even though she has only completed half of the six years.

The teacher in charge of the class will talk nonsense, and Zhou Xiaowen is talking about the new semester and new atmosphere on the podium.

Just because he wrote these big characters on the blackboard is a new look?

Grandma!

The matter of Chen Wenxin not studying began to linger in Wan Feng's mind.

Can I not read it? Being imprisoned in this classroom every day will delay how much money the old man earns. Anyway, I am not going to take the university entrance examination, even the examination is enough.

If you can't pass the key high school, you can only go to a vocational high school.

He will be clear about the virtues of the vocational high school he will study in the future. When he went to the first year of high school, he was full of ideals and wanted to learn something to do something; Learned, smoking, drinking, gambling, making friends, gang fights, stealing things...

And the universities at that time were thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge, expecting such an environment and such a school to be admitted to the university?

Let's actually make money first.

Didn't the contradiction arise? Can you make money by staying in school every day?

If you want to make money, you have to get out of school, you can't waste your time here.

This idea is a bit wrong, isn't this a proper negative energy? We want to be a person full of positive energy in this life.

This is contradictory again!

Wan Feng spent the whole morning in this kind of conflict, and after school at noon, he didn't even think about how to choose.

After school at noon, I went to the carpenter's shop to hand over the blueprints I designed to Wang He, and explained some places, and then decided to pick them up after school in the afternoon.

After returning home for lunch, I went to Luan Feng's house to fetch a piece of cloth.

Jiang Min saw Wan Feng was very strange: "Hey! Didn't you say that you can only come at night after school starts? Why did you come here at noon? Ah, isn't it..."

"It's a fart, I'm here to get a piece of fabric." Wan Feng swallowed Jiang Min's remaining words with one sentence.

Luan Feng chased after Wan Feng's buttocks with her job in hand: "What are you doing with the fabric? Does the school need fabric?"

"One of my classmate's family is too poor to stop studying. I'll do some work for her, let her embroider trademarks, make do with it, and maybe train a college student."

"Male and female?" Luan Feng immediately asked.

This place is all in my mind.

"Do men know how to embroider? Stupid!" Jiang Min said steadily from the side.

"Is it those two again..."

Wan Feng rolled his eyes and Luan Feng suppressed the rest of the words.

There is no need for any good cloth to embroider the logo, and those defective products that have been brushed off can just do this.

Wan Feng grabbed two pieces of cloth about two meters long and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Don't just listen to music, work hard."

"The songs on the records are not as good as yours, hey! How about you sing them now?"

"I'm going to school, I don't have the time to sing, play with me."

Run as soon as you open the door, if you don't run, if Luan Feng stretches out his paws to run, it will take a lot of trouble.

After running out of Luan Feng's house, he saw Zhang Hai staggering out of the team headquarters on his bike as soon as he ran to the main road.

As soon as he saw Wan Feng, he shouted, "Don't run away, little dick."

Wan Feng stopped by the side of the road until Zhang Hai came to him.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the brigade for a meeting, there is a spiritual message from above, I will carry you on my back."

Not a bad way to go.

Wan Feng jumped onto the shelf, and just as he jumped into the car, he heard Zhang Hai's moans and sighs.

This is a cheap thing, why are you sighing all the time?

"Uncle Zhang Hai, your problem is not good. You always sigh and sigh when you have nothing to do. This is very condescending."

"Nephew, how can I not worry about it? The autumn harvest will be in a few days, and there will be rice and corn. Our manpower is already tight. When the time comes, some people will go to harvest the mountains, and the output of the brick and tile factory will be greatly increased." affected."

This Wanfeng has no more recruits. During the autumn harvest, all the mountains are harvested for tens of miles, let alone not being able to hire people, even if they can.

"I can't help you with this, you have to find a way to solve it yourself."

"Rice is okay, at least the number of acres is small, but corn is troublesome. It has to be peeled, pulled, and peeled. Especially peeling, if the peeling is not done in time, you will have a fever, and you have to peel off all the skins before putting them in the warehouse and then threshing. To pay the public rations, so many corns have to be peeled for many days, which takes up a lot of labor."

Grilled corn? Wan Feng can solve this problem, it's not difficult.

"Uncle Zhang Hai, I can't solve other problems, but peeling corn is not a problem. One person can peel four thousand catties of corn in an hour."

"What? Grilling four thousand catties of corn for an hour? Do you think Uncle, I drank too much at noon today? Tell you that I am very sober without drinking a drop."

Wan Feng thinks that people should not brag unless they have to, as it is easy to get slapped in the face on the spot.

Zhang Hai had just finished blowing the conch, and he didn't know whether he was emotional or angry, but his hand shook, and his bicycle went straight to the ditch beside the road.

Wan Feng didn't see it well, jumped down with a whoosh and grabbed the shelf of the cart.

The front wheel punched forward again, and it fell into the ditch.

There was no water in the ditch, but there was mud.

"Uncle, is this your sobriety? If I don't drag you, you'll be bathed by an old sow—you'll be covered in mud."

"This is a mistake, it's all for your bragging!"

"It's strange that you can't go for a ride in your crotch. What does this have to do with me? Besides, do you think I look like a braggart?"

"How can you make a person pick up four thousand catties of corn in an hour? Isn't this called bragging?"

"Hehe, the sparrow knows the ambition of the swan? I will think about it this afternoon, and I will tell you when I think about it."

After breaking up with Zhang Hai at the gate of the brigade, Wan Feng came to the school.

The campus at noon is very quiet, and the students who arrive at the school consciously take a nap in the classroom, and the nap will continue for ten and a half months before being cancelled.