Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Er Manzi saw Luan Feng in such a state, his hands and feet were cold, he couldn't help but want to ask himself to dream of marrying this woman as his wife, if he had such a wife, would his life still be guaranteed?

Fortunately, people don't do it.

Luan Feng and her women's army came and went quickly, and the building was empty in a blink of an eye.

After Luan Feng made such a fuss, the atmosphere here became strange.

The people behind the depression were originally ready to laugh, but in this situation it is not appropriate to laugh, so they can only hold back or secretly laugh.

Wan Feng was also lost in his emotions. Originally, he was going to fight Yu Qingtao to beat him up. Even if he didn't have money to buy some seafood, it wouldn't be a problem.

But now I'm not in the mood either.

"Yu Qingtao, tell me how to proceed with this matter?"

"Since it's related to you, brother, let's forget about it, what do you think?"

"You say forget it? Then forget it." Turning to Zhang Hai, he said, "Let Zhang Xian come out."

Zhang Xian came out of the workshop, but came to Wan Feng with a calm expression.

"You shake hands with each other, and the past grievances are over. We northerners pay attention to not knowing each other, and we will be friends when we meet again."

Yu Qingtao and Zhang Xian reached out and shook hands.

"Okay, Zhang Xian goes back to work, I won't keep you for dinner, there are too many people and I can't keep it."

After speaking, he and Yu Qingtao walked out of the brick and tile factory side by side.

"If you really have nothing to do, why don't you bring your people to work in our brick and tile factory? It will be paid."

Yu Qingtao didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard that: "Isn't this ridiculous, we traveled so far to work?"

"Either you are also idle and idle, and you will become social garbage after a few years, and at least you will leave some wealth to the society after a few years, isn't that good?"

Can this go on? This has not yet been predicted to be social garbage, and if we talk about it for a few more words, it will be garbage directly.

"Brother, I'll come to see you some other day and bring some seafood. We'll be leaving today. Goodbye." After speaking, he flew into the car and ran away in a hurry.

"Words count." Wan Feng shouted loudly from behind.

If you are paralyzed, don't send seafood to see how I deal with you.

In the blink of an eye, these people all got on their cars and disappeared like the wind.

Wan Feng thought for a while and walked back to the brick and tile factory.

"Is there anything wrong here?" Wan Feng asked Zhang Hai.

After all, Zhang Xian sent it all by himself. If he caused any damage, he would not compensate for it, at least he would have to hand it over. Anyway, it doesn't cost money.

"It's okay, both sides are just talking. In your words, it's just talking and not doing anything."

That's good.

Zhang Xian came out of the workshop and came to Wan Feng: "Thank you brother, I believe your words now."

This time Zhang Xian believed Wan Feng's words that the black reef was underfoot.

"You don't have to believe me, even if I'm not here, the descendants of Wa will not let you suffer. Those who come here are a family. Once they do something, those people won't get any cheap. Just do your job with peace of mind."

"I'll do my best."

Zhang Xian went back to work, leaving Wan Feng and Zhang Hai squatting in a shed with cool tiles.

"Did the cadres of the commune come to get anything this time?"

"I didn't get the tractor, but I borrowed one, free of charge. The commune promised to give us the greatest discount in terms of loans, and also promised to help us build a small industry after the new year, that is, install a stove for us, and maybe give us We have some old bedding and so on, but we are not responsible for the workers, we have to find a way to solve it ourselves, and I also bought a basketball stand.”

The rest are within Wan Feng's expectation, what the hell is this basketball stand?

Traditional industries must have molten iron melting furnaces, otherwise they cannot pour out the materials they need if the molten iron cannot be melted. This is the basis of a small industry.

With the iron furnace, there must be foundry and foundry workers, as well as turners and fitters. For the time being, Wanfeng can only pin his hopes on the Gushan Machinery Factory. It is not easy to set up a man and a horse.

"Do you want another basketball stand?"

"Hey, I see those half-grown kids on our team scratching their heads when they're fine, and just want to get back on airs. I also loved playing when I was in the army."

In fact, this is false public benefit, this guy wants to play.

But this is really a good thing, these bobcat beasts in the province have nothing to play with.

"I have chosen the venue, what do you think of it?"

Zhang Hai pointed to the brick and tile factory square and the westernmost edge of the creek.

Wan Feng nodded: "Very good!"

"Tomorrow at noon, I will organize some people to flatten it with a roller, and then spread it with fine sand. Hey! Can you play ball?"

"Me? Make do with it."

Not only is he good at counting, when he was in Longjiang in his last life, whether he was in school or later in the company, he was the team's Zhengyin small forward. The advantage is that he is fast and accurate in shooting. plate.

Although Longjiang is a weak province in summer sports, the mass sports foundation is booming. Basketball players are everywhere in summer, and football players are everywhere in winter.

What is strange to Wan Feng is that Longjiang Province, which has such a mass base, is lackluster in domestic sports. Every time the National Games ranks around 20, it is completely incomparable with Beiliao Province, which is in the top three in the medal table every time.

"Oh! So you can too."

"Three-step layup." Wan Feng is very modest.

Zhang Hai was very disappointed: "If you hold the grass, you can make a three-step layup. That's useless."

"When will the commune deliver these things?"

"The basketball stand will be delivered soon, because there is an idle pair in the commune's government yard, and it's still made of iron! We can get it back and paint it. Nothing else is guaranteed. The tractor is estimated to be closed next month, when the mountain is closed. If you can use it, you have to wait until the Chinese New Year is over for the rest, come to my house for dinner at noon, right?"

Wan Feng shook his head: "I won't go, go home and eat, or my grandma will start nagging again."

Wan Feng stood up and walked out of the brick and tile factory. Just as he walked between the brick and tile factory and Luan Feng's house, two tractors came back one after the other.

Xiao Jun stood on the back of the car and shouted to Wan Feng: "Xia Qiulong asked you to send two watches over in the afternoon."

Wan Feng was overjoyed, the stock has been replenished! This shows that someone from Xia Qiulong's side has shipped, which is good news.

Unexpectedly, it opened in just three days, which was indeed far beyond Wan Feng's expectations.

According to his prediction, it would be good to see the opening by the end of the month.

It seems that the people of Hongya still have the purchasing power. Should we also take out the tape recorder to make gestures?

Thinking about it, the timing seems to be immature, and the tape recorders are not in a hurry. Anyway, he can only sell two sets, and now he is mainly opening up the market for electronic watches.

When passing by Luan Feng's house, the brain walked in without directing the two legs.

Wan Feng didn't realize until he walked through the gate, is the damn leg trying to rebel?