Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The marshal shook hands with Wan Feng warmly, and even saluted him.

"Our society needs brave people like you, especially you are still a young man, please accept my high respect here." After speaking, Kadi gave Wan Feng a salute, making Wan Feng flustered.

Liu Xiyuan followed the marshals and left. Before leaving, she kept staring at Wan Feng, as if she wanted to imprint Wan Feng in her bones.

It is most likely that she will be handed over to the local public security department when Changchun parks in front of her, and the local public security department will send her home. As for Zhang Guolin, it is estimated that she will be squatting in the fence for a while.

This time Wan Feng has enough space to sleep, at least he can sleep on the small table in front of him.

The car stopped here for more than ten minutes in Changchun, and Wan Feng guessed that Liu Xiyuan and Zhang Guolin must have got off here.

He had never been to the city of Changchun in his last life, but he will definitely come in this life, and in three years he will definitely live in this city for a period of time.

His goal is to make a minimum of one million back here during that time.

Taking a train is not a pleasant thing, especially when the train takes dozens of hours, it is simply a very painful thing.

The train ran for more than 10 hours from Shenyang to Habin for more than 1,100 miles, and arrived at Habin, the terminal station of the train, at 6 o'clock in the morning.

The terminal of the train has arrived, but Wan Feng's journey is far from over.

He still needs to buy a train ticket to Longzhen.

It is about 350 kilometers from Harbin to Longzhen, and he still has to take a train for several hours.

The train from Harbin to Longzhen departs at 8:15 in the morning and arrives at the station around 5:00 pm.

It's not yet seven o'clock.

Wan Feng left the train station to look for food outside, and casually look at Ha Bin's scenery.

In his previous life, Wan Feng had passed by Harbin several times, but every time it was night, he never caught up with daylight.

In an alley outside Habin Railway Station, Wan Feng was surprised to see two stalls selling soy milk and tofu nao. What surprised Wan Feng even more was that the vendor was an acquaintance.

As the saying goes, there is no coincidence without a book, but this is too fucking coincidental.

"Uncle Jiang! Why did I meet you here?" Wan Feng exclaimed in surprise.

The man in his thirties who looked around vigilantly from time to time was confused by Wan Feng's cry, and it took him a long time to recognize Wan Feng after watching him.

"Are you Xiaofeng?"

"It's me, it's me!"

"Oh, hold the grass! What a coincidence."

Uncle Jiang's name is Jiang Ming, and he is a Harbin youth. He lived across from Wan Feng's house when he was in the Red Bianjiang Farm's quarter breakout. He returned to the city with his wife and children at the end of 1978.

He and Wan Feng's family had a good relationship back then, and Wan Feng often went to his house to play.

Jiang Ming shouted to a woman: "Xueqi, the eldest sister of Zhu."

The woman responded with a huff and asked, "Who?"

"Remember Xiaofeng?"

"Xiaofeng, in the early morning, the child from the big sister's house opposite our house?"

"Yes, that's him!"

"Where?"

Xu Xueqi, the beauty who was famous in the Red Bianjiang Farm Quarter Field back then, ran over in a hurry.

"It's really Xiaofeng. He has grown so tall? Was he only this tall when we walked from Thirty-one?"

Xu Xueqi felt depressed as soon as she gestured to Wan Feng, even if she was short at that time, it wouldn't have reached your hip bone, right?

"Jiang Ming, get Xiaofeng two pancakes and a bowl of tofu nao, and we'll chat after we close the stall. Xiaofeng, eat first, and we'll chat after we close the stall."

Jiang Ming brought Wan Feng a bowl of warm soybean milk and two white flour pancakes.

Wan Feng was not pretentious, and started to eat without hesitation.

It is estimated that Uncle Jiang and his wife came here while the various departments of the country were not at work in the morning to steal money.

Sure enough, as soon as seven o'clock arrived, they hurriedly closed the stalls and packed all the household items on a cart.

"Xiaofeng,

Come and sit at my house, not far from here. "

Wan Feng shook his head: "Uncle Jiang, Aunt Xu, I'm on the 8:15 train, so I won't go to your house."

Jiang Ming rolled his eyes a few times: "Then you wait here for a while, I'll be back in about ten minutes, don't go anywhere!"

Wan Feng sat on the curb beside the alley and waited.

After more than ten minutes, Jiang Ming and his wife came out again.

"Uncle Jiang, Aunt Xu, don't you go to work today?"

"Is your Uncle Jiang going to work?"

This is true. In the early morning, he often does not work in the company. In winter, he carries a gun to hunt, and in summer, he is sick every now and then.

"Uncle Jiang, you seem to have come back at the end of July or August, it's been almost three years since we parted."

"No, I plan to go back this winter and take a look, and find Lao Jin to hunt casually."

Lao Jin was a hunter in the original 32nd Company, and Jiang Ming and Lao Jin often went hunting in the old forest when he was in the 31st Company.

"The 31st company is already yellow. We all moved to the three-point field. If you want to go, you have to look for it along the river."

"Huh? Yellow?" This news came as a surprise to Jiang Ming.

"It seems to be yellow last summer. My mother sent a letter saying that the members of the 31st and 32nd companies have all moved to the three-point field. Lao Jin's family and my family are in the same company."

Jiang Ming heard something wrong: "Where did you come from?"

Wan Feng recounted the story of going back to his grandma's house for the winter of the previous year's war preparations from the beginning.

Jiang Ming was surprised: "You came back to Longjiang by yourself?"

Wan Feng nodded.

"Hold the grass, you are quite courageous, you are not afraid of being betrayed by others."

"Hehe, I'm not a woman, so whoever sells me will do anything."

The three chatted nonchalantly.

After Jiang Ming's family returned to Habin, they did not become unemployed youths, but they were arranged to work in a small factory in the street.

But Jiang Mingming is not a person who works in a factory. He either asks for leave or goes to the hospital. A few days ago, he started selling breakfast secretly on a whim, and his income is at least better than going to work.

"Your aunt and I secretly sell our breakfast every morning, and we can earn one or two hundred yuan a month. It's better than going to work, and it's more comfortable."

You said that there is still some future in opening a restaurant, but Wan Feng doesn't think it's very interesting to sell breakfast. It is necessary to lead them on the right track.

So, Wan Feng explained what he had done.

"What? You have a small garment factory now? You also have a shoe factory there?" Jiang Ming's front teeth almost fell out in surprise.

Wan Feng took out the clothes from the satchel: "I made these for my parents, brothers and sisters when I got home, and the shoes on my feet are from our shoe factory."

Xu Xueqi stared at the clothes Wan Feng took out, and fiddled with them fondly for a long time.

Jiang Ming also fell into deep thought.

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