Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Liu Jianli watched his classmate take the object to check the ticket, and was about to turn around and leave when a voice rang in his ear.

"Brother, can you buy me a few tickets?"

Liu Jianli turned his head and saw a young man who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, and beside him was a very beautiful and very fashionable girl.

The girl didn't look very old, and there were about ten or twenty people behind them.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

Wan Feng chuckled: "It's nothing if we don't know each other. Don't we know each other now?"

While speaking, the young man raised his hand, and Liu Jianli saw something flying towards him. He stretched out his hand and took it in his hand. It was a box of heavy nine.

A box of Dazhong Jiu without filter tip is fifty cents, not to mention that it is definitely a high-end cigarette in the county town, let alone in the countryside.

This young man is really generous.

"Buy me forty tickets for five yuan, and the pack of cigarettes and the rest of the money will be yours, how about it?"

There is such a thing?

A few tickets are nothing to Liu Jianli. He has already bought no less than twenty tickets for relatives and friends this morning.

But he didn't even get a cigarette, and now he not only has a pack of good cigarettes, but also has a yuan left.

"No problem, bring the money."

"I have to see the ticket to give you the money. What if I give you the money and you take it and run away?"

Liu Jianli heard the same thing,

Fortunately, I really have three or four dollars on me.

"This scene has already started. I'm afraid it won't work. How will it end?"

Wan Feng nodded: "Yes."

In Wan Feng's heart, there is no difference between this one and the next one, they are all watching a play, just earlier and later.

Liu Jianli turned and left, and came back with a stack of tickets more than ten minutes later.

"Forty cards for the next match!"

The ticket is pink, with a black frame printed on it, and there are very few words printed inside: theater ticket, wall sign, price corner, seat number, Hongya County Pingju Troupe.

This thing is too rough, and there is no anti-counterfeiting at all. Get a radish and carve a chapter like this. If you find a word of the same color and cover it, it will be mixed in!

Wan Feng thought mischievously after taking the tickets and counting them, he took five or four dollars from his pocket and gave them to Liu Jianli.

"If we look at it in the afternoon and tomorrow, it's okay to look for you, right?"

Liu Jianli patted his chest: "No problem, if you look at it again, you can still stand here, and I will come over when I see it."

"good!"

Tickets are available now, but we have to wait for the next show.

Wan Feng left two tickets, and after giving one each to his uncle, aunt, aunt, and Jiang Li, the remaining tickets were given to Zhang Hai.

"Look, if it's enough, that's all."

Zhang Hai didn't expect Kungfu Wanfeng to get dozens of tickets in such a short time, and started to vote.

A total of more than a hundred people came from Wahou, but there were only twenty or thirty people here at Wanfeng, and the rest went to nowhere. There were more than ten tickets left after Zhang Hai finished the ticket.

Wan Feng put away the tickets and gave them to the people who met Wahou later.

It takes more than an hour to play a scene, and I have to wait for another hour.

Fortunately, today's sun is warm and pleasant, and there is no wind, so their waiting is not a bit tormented.

The people behind the depression didn't know which sea of ​​people they were submerged in, but Yang Hai and Jiang Jun swayed over.

This shit luck guy.

Wan Feng took out two tickets, and the two guys made their snot bubbles beautiful in the cold weather.

At 9:40, the first scene ended.

But the tickets in Wan Feng's hand were not sent out, and there are still nine tickets that may become waste paper.

Isn't this a great waste!

"Fifteen cents a movie ticket, do you want anything?" Wan Feng shouted while holding the ticket.

Hold the grass! After the shout, a group of people came over and immediately drowned Wan Feng.

A few minutes later, Wan Feng emerged from the crowd in embarrassment.

The paralyzed scalper is not easy to be, and there is a possibility of being trampled to death.

"All sold out?"

"sold."

"You are amazing, you can sell this." Luan Feng admired sincerely. She was also worried that the ninety cents would be thrown away for nothing, but she didn't expect that not only did she not throw it away for nothing, but she also sold it back for one thirty-five cents.

"walk into."

Luan Feng took Wan Feng's hand and followed the flow of people through the ticket check to enter the gate, found a seat according to the seat number and sat in.

The club was very noisy, maybe the boiler was burning, but the temperature inside was not cold.

Wan Feng and the others bought their tickets early, so they sat in the first few rows. If they were in the last row, could they clearly hear what was being sung on stage?

Wan Feng took out melon seeds and peanuts from his pocket and put them in Luan Feng's hands.

Luan Feng was pleasantly surprised and felt that there was something missing, the little man really understood people's thoughts.

"You're still thinking about this thing? You're so kind!"

"I'm here with my head on your stupid two legs."

"Fuck you." Luan Fengjiao reprimanded, and started to nibble.

The curtain opened, the performance appeared, and then an old man sang Yiyi Yiyi, and the noisy voice in the club disappeared.

Relatively speaking, among these operas Wanfeng can listen to more or less is Huangmei Opera. As for other operas, he is all ducks listening to thunder, including Errenzhuan in the Northeast.

These operas are really hard to appreciate.

If there were no movies and TV, Wan Feng might also be a fan of movies.

Opera has its soil in the era without movies and TV, but after the popularization of TV, the audience of this thing is probably only those who really love it.

Not many people in later generations would like to watch this stuff.

Nobody likes to watch its decline as inevitable.

Anyway, Wan Feng hadn't liked watching theaters since he got TV in 1981, and he didn't like to watch any plays.

So don't look at the appearance of Wanfeng's concentration, in fact, his thoughts have long been like Monkey King somersaulting, traveling thousands of miles away.

I have to find an excuse not to come tomorrow, right! Tomorrow I will go to the transportation team to hire a car, and the day after tomorrow I will go to Lifang to pull equipment, so I don't have to suffer again.

Luan Feng watched with relish, when a handful of melon seeds and flowers turned into cannon fodder, and then took it out of Wan Feng's pocket, she found Wan Feng asleep!

He actually fell asleep during such an interesting scene!

They all grew up drinking corn porridge, the difference in life is a bit big!

Luan Feng wanted to shake Wan Feng awake, but after thinking about it, she gave up. It can be seen that Wan Feng really doesn't like to watch dramas, and it would be uncomfortable for him to wake him up.

Wan Feng didn't wake up until the drama was over.

Sitting and sleeping was actually very uncomfortable, Wan Feng was woken up by Luan Feng and left the club in a daze with the crowd.

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the supply and marketing cooperative opened, but the supply and marketing cooperative restaurant did not.

So you have to go home to eat, or you have to go hungry.

So, start walking home.

Wan Feng made up his mind not to come this afternoon, he kept his promise to accompany Luan Feng to the theater, so he can't say anything about me.

Besides, if you go home to eat and then come back, don't you eat fat and lose weight!

He wasn't so comfortable taking his legs lightly.

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