Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

It took about half an hour for Zhou Xiaowen to come down again.

Seeing Zhou Xiaowen coming down the mountain through the glass, Wan Feng left the supply and marketing cooperative with the ink cartridge.

"Teacher, how are you?"

Zhou Xiaowen smiled, and Wan Feng was relieved that he had a door.

"The school is based on the actual situation, after careful consideration, for the sake of the general public..."

"Teacher, we are a family, so don't talk about those stereotyped essays with me, it's dry." Wan Feng quickly interrupted Zhou Xiaowen.

What are you talking about outside the station in this cold weather?

"The principal agreed, but you have to have a reason for not coming to school. The reason you don't go to school at home is because you are sick..."

"Yeah, I was already sick."

"Don't interrupt, the school will give you 20 days of sick leave, and you have to take it during the final exam, remember? Otherwise, the school can't justify it, and the impact will be bad."

That's it.

"No problem, you go back and tell the principal that you can see firewood at school tomorrow afternoon."

"Here's your ink money."

"Come on, buy candy for your daughter, teacher, I'm going back to recuperate."

This time Wan Feng's mood was completely relieved, and his fever was half healed again, almost cured.

When I returned to my grandma's house singing a ditty,

Uncle is sweeping the street on the street.

Don't you think it's too busy? The bride doesn't get out of the kang for three days, and the groom gets up the next day to sweep the streets. This is also against harmony.

"Uncle, are you sweeping the street as soon as you get up?"

Zhu Ping rolled his eyes: "Who told you that I got up? I got up a long time ago."

"Come on, when I got up, the door curtains and curtains in your room were still drawn, don't think I don't understand anything."

As soon as he said he knew everything, Zhu Ping seemed to think of something and lost his mind for a while.

The sharp-eyed Wan Feng showed a sinister smile when he saw it.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhu Ping couldn't hold back.

"How about it, isn't the trick I taught you easy to use? This trick is more suitable for summer, and it's okay for spring and autumn. It's a bit cold for your buttocks in winter."

"Get out of here!"

Zhu Ping picked up the broom and was about to shoot, Wan Feng turned around and ran into grandma's house.

But it came out again a minute later.

"Where can I buy big firewood, the distance should be close but not too far away."

Zhu Ping was stunned: "Why are you buying big firewood?"

"Look at the question you asked, burn it, if you want to eat it, you definitely won't buy it."

"The nearest one is to go to the British Commune, where there are mountains and plenty of firewood."

"Who in the team has relatives or connections in the British Commune?"

Zhu Ping thought for a while: "Why don't you ask Zhang Hai?"

Wanfeng rode his bicycle towards Xigouli, and when he reached the team headquarters, he happened to see Zhang Hai coming out of the team headquarters, as if he was about to go home for dinner.

Seeing Wan Feng and Zhang Hai, he stopped in his tracks.

Wan Feng threw his question to Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai frowned and pondered: "I vaguely remember that Chen Cang mentioned that he had an older sister or that his younger sister was in Dayingtan's house, you should ask him."

Chen Cang's younger sister was married to the third team of the Tan family of the British Commune.

"My sister's house has a lot of firewood, but it must not be 10,000 catties, but if you count the neighbors, there is probably this amount. There is no other firewood there, but there is plenty of firewood."

Do you still care about guarding the mountains without firewood?

"I don't want Maochai, I want big firewood that is full of branches. Maochai can't hold much in a car. Do they have a big tractor over there?"

Chen Cang shook his head.

Fuck, I have to drive it by myself.

"I'll give you five yuan as a salary, you go to your sister to see, how much is the car for us here? How much are they sending the car?"

"Then I'm leaving now. I'm fine at home anyway. If I can't make it back at night, I will definitely be back at eight or nine tomorrow morning."

Wan Feng gave Chen Cang his bicycle and gave him five yuan.

Chen Cang hurried home and said a word, then rode Wan Feng to the lonely mountain on his back.

Forty or fifty miles to the north of Gushan Commune is the boundary of Daying Commune. Wan Feng estimated that Chen Cang would not be able to return that day.

Chen Cang went to Daying and he went to Gushan to take a bus to the county seat.

"If there is a lot of firewood, it's better to pull five thousand catties more." Wan Feng told Chen Cang again when he jumped off the bicycle at Gushan Station.

Chen Cang rode his bicycle away.

Wan Feng waited on the side of the road for more than ten minutes before getting on a bus to the county seat.

When we arrived at the county seat and found him at Zhou Bingde's house, it was already half past twelve.

Zhou Bingde took Wan Feng straight to the quilt factory without hesitation, and it happened to be working time when he arrived at the quilt factory.

If it is said that the number of female workers in textile printing and dyeing factories is the largest, the clothing factory will definitely not be convinced.

Thousands of rivers return to the sea, and the end of the big river is the sea. Now the quilt factory is a sea. After these female workers rushed into the sea, Zhou Bingde brought Wan Feng to the gate of the quilt factory.

After the guard informed Zhou Bingde to take Wan Feng into the office building of the clothing factory.

"We built this building back then, can you give us your opinion?"

Wan Feng glanced around and dropped four words: "What the hell."

Isn't it a joke that a three-story building five or six years ago asked him to give his opinion?

"When the building behind us is built, it will become a project model for the first construction, and the building you are building now is just like that."

Zhou Bingde laughed when he heard that: "What the hell is your writing style different from others'?"

While talking, the two walked along the corridor to the door of the innermost office.

Zhou Bingde knocked on the door and a woman's voice came from inside: "Come in!"

Is the director of the quilt factory a woman?

Wan Feng pulled the door and Zhou Bingde walked in with his chest held out, Wan Feng followed behind.

The size of the office is not large, only more than ten square meters. There is an ordinary desk directly opposite the door. There is a vase of flowers on the desk, and there are newspaper racks and a bookcase in the corner.

There is a long chair under the western wall.

If it weren't for the presence of a dial-up phone on the desk, Wan Feng would never have thought it was a factory director's office.

Sitting behind the desk was a woman who seemed to be about forty years old. She didn't have any charm, but she looked pleasing to the eye.

"Old Zhou, here we come! Sit down!" The woman was very enthusiastic and poured Zhou Bingde a teapot of water.

Sitting on the long chair, Zhou Bingde went straight to the point: "Director Liu, do you still remember what I told you about the sewing machine a few days ago?"

"Of course I have an impression after these two days."

"This is my godson. He wants to buy it. You can arrange someone to take him to see it."

The female factory manager looked at Wan Feng suspiciously: "You mean he wants to buy a sewing machine?"

"Hehe, don't you believe it? I wouldn't believe it if I didn't know him well."

"What did he buy the sewing machine for?"

"His family works in a garment shop. He found me when he couldn't buy a sewing machine. I thought you might have something you don't need here."

"Where are his adults?"

"My lord? Well, his lord is away from home." That's all Zhou Bingde could say.

Director Liu nodded: "Then I'll find someone to take him to have a look."

He got up and went out, and after a while, a man in his thirties who looked like a custodian was called in.

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