Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

After walking out of He Changsuo's house, Xia Qiulong and Lu Xiaowu greeted him: "Brother, are you alright?"

"Do you think I look like something's wrong?"

Xia Qiulong looked up and down and shook his head: "It seems to be all right, how is the matter handled?"

"Basically, it's settled. If the heads of these three mice are not full of dung, they should give you the cloth ticket tomorrow. According to the market price, it will be 5% less per foot."

Xia Qiulong was overjoyed.

"Brother, you are really good at it. Not only did you get rid of your opponent, but you also made a profit. I really admire you. How did you do it?"

There's no secret to this. One stick and one carrot...

Wan Feng always thinks this metaphor is very inappropriate, isn't it scaring the rabbits with a big stick in one hand and a carrot in the other?

As the three walked back, Wan Feng told what had happened.

"Is that how you frightened him?"

"It's not a scare, it's a threat. If the bastards persist to the end, I'm really going to send them in for the New Year."

"The more you learn, the worse you become."

"Actually, I'm a good person, but I was forced to be like this by life." Wan Feng's eyes were far-reaching, with a heartbroken posture.

"Brother, brother Wan's current appearance, is he just pretending that he often talks about it?" Lu Xiaowu was very ignorant of winking, and at this time he said such a spoiling remark.

Xia Qiulong nodded solemnly: "Yes! Yes, and it's not just a normal ratio. This ratio is almost wider than the Hongshui River."

"How big does it have to be to insert it?"

"I guess we can only use the golden cudgel."

These two guys actually discussed how thick the sticks should be. Why do you think these two guys are that sticks?

"Where is the workshop that makes clothes?"

"Go to the street at Temple Ridge."

"Take me to see."

The distance from the East Market to Miaoling is a bit far, and it is a bit unrealistic to walk.

Lv Xiaowu got a 28 big bar from somewhere, Xia Qiulong rode Lu Xiaowu on the shelf, and Wan Feng unfortunately sat on the big beam, who made him the youngest.

Miaoling Shangjie is on the left side of the big slope leading to Yangfang, which is the northwest boundary of Hongya County.

It's not too far from Shuangtuimo Village, so it will save a lot of trouble when I go to Zhang San later.

The three of them walked halfway along the big slope, Lu Xiaowu stopped and pointed to a courtyard similar to a courtyard in the distance down the slope and said, "Did you see that, that courtyard is a workshop."

Wan Feng looked at the yard and fell into deep thought.

Three minutes later.

"You two are still waiting outside for me to go in and have a look."

"You want to go by yourself again?" Xia Qiulong asked.

"I'm afraid that some of them know you, and it will be inconvenient for you to go in."

"But if there is a conflict, can you handle it yourself?" Lu Xiaowu also asked worriedly.

"I didn't go to fight, how could there be a conflict? I just went to see, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Wan Feng got off the highway and walked into Shangjie along a small path.

Shangjie Village is not big, only about 30 or 40 households. The yard is on the left in the center of the village, and a middle village road is passing the gate of the yard.

Although the road passed the gate of the courtyard, the gate of the courtyard was tightly closed.

The door is wooden and it looks like it has just been made, and it can still smell the special smell of wood.

In the coastal areas of southern Liaoning in the 1980s, most of the courtyard walls of every household were made of dry stones, and the highest height was only 1.67 meters. The gate of every house was a simple gate with a small iron wheel welded under the iron railing.

The courtyard wall of this house is as high as two meters, and the solid wood gate is almost as high as the courtyard wall, very like a prison.

And in the era when every household opened their doors wide, it is a bit strange that the door of this house is so tightly closed.

Wan Feng understands, isn't it because he is afraid of being caught speculating.

Before coming to the gate, Wan Feng raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A few minutes later, the door opened a crack to reveal a pair of woman's eyes: "Who are you looking for?"

Wan Feng patted the backpack that he had moved to the front: "He got the goods.

"

He also didn't know if there was any secret signal between this workshop and the people who came to get the goods, so he had to bite the bullet and say this.

"Get the goods? What do you get for a child who doesn't go to school?" The person inside asked in surprise.

"I have stopped studying for a long time, and I have been wandering in the street for several years. In the past two days, I saw that someone was selling clothes and selling them very well. Someone introduced me that there are clothes for sale here, so I came here."

"Who introduced you?"

"I can't say this, he won't let me say it and no one will let me."

The people in the crack of the door looked at him up and down: "Are you rich?"

Hearing this, Wan Feng felt that there was something to be said: "You're asking, I can come if I don't have money, and I'll recite it if I don't see the bag."

The door slammed shut.

Huh, is this a rejection?

They don't pay so much attention to themselves as a child.

After a few more minutes, the door opened again, revealing another pair of eyes, but it was not the same person just now, but this time a man was replaced.

"How much do you want to take?" His tone was firm.

"One hundred!"

Wan Feng obviously felt the other party tremble.

"not that much."

Of course I know that you don't have that many, and we didn't produce a hundred in a day.

Wan Feng asked back, "Then how many do you have?"

"There are ten and eight, and there are no more."

Wan Feng shook his head: "What's the use of this thing? I'm not bragging. If I go to the market, all the sellers in the market will be thrown away. I can't say that I can beat ten by myself. Seven or eight are not a problem."

Those eyes obviously didn't believe it: "You are not a big braggart, but you can brag loudly. Tell me, what have you sold?"

It's time to blow the conch.

"I've sold a lot of things. I've sold popsicles and sodas, I've dumped fish by the sea, and I've dumped bills in the black market."

"Have you ever been in the black market?" The man didn't believe it.

"I have been in society since I was eleven years old. What's so great about going to the black market? You can find me any bills you want. As long as there are some on the black market that I can't get, there are not many. I promise to give you a discounted price."

"Do you know the three mice in the black market?"

"Three mice? You mean He Changsuo, Zhang Xirong, and Zheng Yu, the three piss thieves who specialize in distributing tickets?"

The man seemed to believe Wan Feng's words. Those who could directly name the three mice were basically old people on the black market. Most people really didn't know their real names.

"Have you ever fiddled with cloth tickets?"

"After I was upside down, I stopped upside down. It was too tiring to run to the countryside every day, and then I let the three mice upside down. By the way, do you believe me when I said that the three mice introduced me?"

The man didn't answer.

"Three mice said that it would be easy to mention his name here, so I'm here, if it doesn't work, see how I scold him when I go back, you bastard fooling me."

The people inside the door were silent for a minute, and the door opened.

"come in."

Wan Feng entered, and the door slammed shut behind him.

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