Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Wan Feng thought that Luan Feng didn't come to eat, she was planning to eat him, and the staring eyes gave him the illusion that he was going to be food.

Is the physical fire in this woman's heart about to explode?

I am not that enthusiastic as a man, why are you so enthusiastic?

After dinner, Wan Feng went to Luan Feng's room, climbed to the top of the kang and lay down, feeling a little tired, he wanted to rest for a while.

Luan Feng dragged him a pillow and a quilt, and he fell asleep on the bed of the kang.

After probably sleeping for more than half an hour, his classmates who came to pick up couplets came.

There were less than 200 sets of couplets picked up yesterday, so today's task is relatively simple, just pick up another 300 sets and it's over. He doesn't think the sales volume of the Gushan Bazaar will be better than that of the Black Reef.

Thanks to yesterday's experience, these students knew how to operate it, so Wan Feng didn't do it anymore but walked out of the room, intending to go into the sewing workshop to have a look.

As soon as I got out of the house, I saw the people of the Wahou team walking towards the team headquarters in groups of three and five, with a question mark on their heads.

Why does this formation look like watching a big show, and there is no stage?

Wan Feng stood under Luanfeng's west wall and stretched his head to look at the team headquarters. He saw that the courtyard of the team headquarters was full of commune members standing behind the depression.

What kind of monster is Zhang Hai going to be?

Wan Feng wanted to go over to have a look, but there were more than a dozen students working in the room, so he gave up the idea of ​​going there after thinking about it.

At around 1:30, after these students had collected all the couplets to be picked up and returned home, Wan Feng could finally go to the team headquarters to wander around.

When he walked to the gate of the team headquarters compound, someone inside had already come out of the team headquarters room, and someone was counting money with a stack of not-so-thick banknotes in their hands.

It turned out to be wages.

The members have been busy for a year, and today they finally know how much money they have made this year.

This was meaningless, Wan Feng was about to turn around and go back, but then he thought that he had money too, even though he looked like a grasshopper's leg, it was the money he deserved, so he walked into the yard with arrogance.

Wan Feng saw his second uncle and Xiao Jun in the yard.

The people from the outside team got the news that they were paid. He, who lives in Wahou himself, didn't know about it. Wan Feng felt that he was discriminated against, so he had to talk to Zhang Hai about it.

Wan Feng's second uncle, Wu Qing, opened more than 180 yuan, and came out of the team headquarters with a happy face.

Although he didn't work in the brick and tile factory from scratch, the work he did was the highest-grade work, that is, the most labor-intensive work, so he earned nearly 200 yuan.

He worked as a temporary worker in a cement factory at the beginning, earning more than 20 yuan a month, and he could only earn this amount in half a year.

Now he earns a job at the Wahou Brick and Tile Factory. Wan Feng's second aunt also does some small work for Luan Feng at home, earning more than ten yuan a month, and his family's total income this year is more than two hundred yuan.

In the countryside in 1981, earning this money in half a year was a huge sum of money.

Because Xiao Jun came to the brick and tile factory late, he opened it for about 100 yuan.

When he came out to collect the money, he met Wan Feng.

"Are you staying at home after the holiday?"

"Then what else can I do? Those villain books at home can bring me thirty-five cents a day, so I do this every day."

"Tomorrow, my classmates and I will go to your Gushan Market to sell couplets, don't you count?"

Xiao Jun immediately regained his spirits: "There is a sale, count it! Of course it has to be counted, what are you selling?"

Wan Feng gave Xiao Jun a blank look: "You idiot, I told you that I'm selling couplets, but don't hold out too much hope, you can earn 80 cents a day."

"Selling couplets? It's fine. It's not fun to stay at home. It's good to do something."

Xiao Jun was in a hurry to go back, chatted with Wan Feng a few words in a hurry, and then left.

When there were fewer people receiving wages, Wan Feng walked into the team headquarters swaggeringly.

"Hold the grass, you took the initiative to come to collect the money." Zhang Hai teased Wan Feng.

Wan Feng twisted the money, so the accountant pushed a small wad of money in front of Wan Feng.

Wan Feng counted: "Hold the grass, that's all, Captain Zhang, have you embezzled my money?"

Zhang Hai didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's calculated on the basis of mid-range, so that's all. How much more do you want? I'm the same as you."

The mid-range work points are at the same level as those women, more than 140 yuan, which is a lot.

Hearing that Zhang Hai was on the same level as him, Wan Feng instantly regained his mental balance.

"Don't go, I still have something to ask you." Seeing that Wan Feng was about to leave after taking the money, Zhang Hai hurriedly called him to stop.

"It's so cold in this room, an idiot will talk to you here, let's talk to you at night."

A few days ago, when the No. 1 Construction Team No. 3 was working here, the team headquarters was converted into a place for workers to live. Now that there is no fire, Wan Feng will not be frozen here.

When I returned to my grandma's house, my grandma was sitting on the kang covered with a quilt and was sewing an apron.

"Grandma, I bought so much firewood and you don't burn it. What are you trying to do with the quilt on the kang?" Wan Feng also climbed on the kang and put his feet into the quilt.

"What will happen after it's all burned?"

The old man's head is just confused. The more old the firewood is, the worse it will be, and the heat will be dissipated and the burning time will be shorter. What kind of account do they have?

Wan Feng didn't intend to change the ideas in his grandma's head. Their ideas had been formed for decades, and they were basically deeply ingrained and could not be changed with just a few words.

He took out the wages he had just received from the team headquarters from his pocket, counted out ten ten-yuan bills and stuffed them into his grandma's pocket.

"This is the salary the team gave me, and this one hundred yuan is for you."

"I'm giving you money now? Isn't it too early for the Chinese New Year?"

"Who said it was for the New Year's waistline? It's for you now. You and my grandpa are both old. If you want to eat, you can buy something. Don't be reluctant to pay. I still have money after spending it."

Grandma was so happy that all the wrinkles on her forehead were opened, and she checked the time and went to the ground to start cooking.

Wan Feng went into the back room and counted 300 electronic watches, and Qingshan asked for a watch.

Zhang Xian has been staying in Qingshan since he came back from Bohai, and he hasn't come back for two or three days. The letter was brought back by Zhang Guangpu, and Zhang Guangpu will come to pick up these watches later.

Zhu Ping came quietly from his room.

"Get something for my uncle to earn some money for the New Year."

Because I live in the gang, most of the money my uncle earns will be handed over to the family, and the grandma will distribute it uniformly.

So don't look at him just finishing his salary, he really doesn't have a few pennies in his pocket, he is not as good as Jiang Xue in this respect, at least the money Jiang Xue earned from working in Luanfeng is her own and she doesn't have to hand it over.

Wan Feng understood my uncle's desire to get some New Year's money.

But he didn't intend to give it to him for nothing, wouldn't he be a lazy man? If he wants to make money, he has to do it himself, don't expect the pie to fall from the sky.

Wan Feng shook the electronic watch in his hand: "Can I sell this?"

Zhu Ping shook his head like a Dutch windmill.

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