Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

For a distance of five hundred miles, the train actually ran for six hours, and it was already 3:30 in the afternoon when it arrived in Shenyang.

The first time Wanfeng got off the train and entered the station was to buy the express ticket for Harbin. After looking for a long time, he finally had to buy a regular express ticket, but there was no sleeper berth.

The boarding time is 6:20 in the evening, and there are nearly two and a half hours left.

After buying the train ticket, I went to a state-run restaurant outside the station and ordered a large bowl of rice and a plate of fried pork with green peppers.

The restaurant in the 1980s was still the conscience of the industry, with a big plate of dishes and a big bowl of rice, the portion was absolutely sufficient, and Wan Feng couldn't finish it.

Although the amount of dishes is large, there are not many pieces of meat. It is a veritable stir-fried pork with green peppers.

Anyway, he has enough time and is not in a hurry, so he eats slowly without rushing.

When the meal was halfway through, a young woman who was dressed in fashion at the time walked into the restaurant.

The woman is around thirty, with the kind of wavy hair that can only be seen in the city.

The wavy hairstyle in 1981 was quite avant-garde, and there was no such hairstyle in the countryside.

Wave head glanced around in the restaurant, then went straight to Wan Feng's table and sat opposite Wan Feng.

"Oh, little brother, eat such a meal alone, children don't like to eat so much, be careful and damage your body."

While speaking, the dish in front of Wan Feng was picked up in front of her.

"My sister will help you eat."

Then Wan Feng's job was also in her hands, and then the woman didn't treat herself as an outsider at all, picked up chopsticks to criticize this and made it.

In the 1980s, there was indeed a group of people who licked the bottom of the plate in the city, but you also waited for others to finish eating before licking. Wan Feng hasn't finished eating yet?

Wan Feng looked at the woman dumbfounded: "Sister! I haven't finished eating yet?"

"Oh, little brother, it's not good for a child's stomach to eat so much, and he will get stomach problems. Sister, this is for your own good! This dish is copied a little salty, little brother, don't choke if you eat too much."

What's the matter, licking the plate is even picky about salty.

Besides, this woman has a little brother in her mouth, who is the little brother? You are the little brother, and your whole family is the little brother.

If this wasn't a restaurant, Wan Feng would really like to beat this woman up with his penis.

Forget it, I can't eat this meal, anyway, I'm already 70% full, so I'll go to the dining car to eat when I'm hungry in the car.

Wan Feng stood up and left the hotel, wandering around in front of the train station for a long time.

The train station at this time is far less lively than the train station in later generations.

In the later generations, the railway stations set up stalls for business, rented out soliciting customers, and some hidden ladies were looking for business, which seemed very lively. However, the current railway station is deserted, except for a few old ladies who buy popsicles.

There was really nothing to see, so I bought a popsicle and went back to the train station after mumbling it in my mouth.

As the transportation hub of the three northeastern provinces, the Shenyang Railway Station was crowded with people.

From the moment you walk into the waiting room, there will never be a moment of silence in the waiting room, as if hundreds of thousands of flies are buzzing.

The waiting room is a mixed place, with all kinds of people.

Lost bags, lost money, even lost children in the waiting room, but there are also helpful ones.

For example, when an old lady cried and said that her wallet was stolen by a thief, she received sympathy and generosity from many people.

But Wan Feng didn't give any money, because he saw that the old lady's eyes didn't have any sadness, but she was a little proud. Wan Feng suspected that the tears on her eyes were from saliva.

Not too long after the old lady passed, another old man came over.

The reason was the same as the old lady just now, Wan Feng saw that they were a family.

With the old one, why should there be two young ones?

Within five minutes of Wan Feng's thought, a girl in her thirteens and thirteens led a boy in her teens to kill him again under the pretext that her grandfather was dying of illness.

If the old man and old lady in front were her grandfather, would she really get angry and go to the hospital when she heard her granddaughter begging for money with this reason?

Don't talk about this kind of person now,

Even in his last life, he never gave a penny, but he didn't even have money for food.

These are all professional beggars, and they don't come out to ask for money because they can't survive, but they simply regard it as a means of earning a living for nothing.

Even if Wan Feng threw the money in the toilet, he would not give them a cent.

Wan Feng leaned against the wall with his bag in his arms, watching life in the waiting room boredly.

Finally, when it was time to check the ticket and board the train, Wan Feng checked the ticket and boarded the train.

After walking four or five carriages, I finally found an empty seat in a carriage at the end of the train.

It was a two-seater, Wan Feng was sitting outside, and by the window was a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties, and she was dozing with her head against the wall by the window.

Directly opposite Wan Feng was a man in his forties, wearing the most common marching uniform at that time, a hat on his head, and two eyes on his round face that rolled around like glass balls.

Inside him was a delicate girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, who looked a little scared.

Possibly a father and daughter.

The man talked to the girl from time to time, but the girl didn't answer a word.

"Boy, where are you going?" After the train left the station, the middle-aged man opposite asked Wan Feng.

"Terminal."

"Just go out by yourself?"

Wan Feng nodded.

"Oh, it's not easy. You're not afraid of getting lost if you go out alone at a young age?"

How could it get lost? It's not a dead person.

"It's okay. If you're afraid of getting lost, Uncle can take you away. Uncle, I know this road very well. What's in your bag?" The man stared at the bag that Wan Feng was holding on his chest.

"Nothing, just a few changes of clothes."

"If it's worthless, put it on the luggage rack."

Wan Feng frowned.

"No, a few clothes don't matter."

Then the man started talking nonsense with Wan Feng, but he was the one who said Wan Feng listened, and basically Wan Feng didn't answer a few words.

This guy's talk is a bit sloppy. He belongs to the kind of person who runs the train with his mouth full.

He said that his name is Zhang Guolin, a purchaser of a certain military-industrial unit. He has traveled all over the world and met various cadres. and so on.

The girl didn't say a word when this guy put fireworks all over the sky, and whenever Zhang Guolin's body leaned towards her, she tried to hide as much as possible.

Wan Feng admired Zhang Guolin's mouth very much. This guy had been licking for more than two hours without a break, but he didn't find his voice hoarse.

Wan Feng got tired of listening to Xu, so he closed his eyes and leaned against the backrest to take a nap.

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