Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Wan Shuichang smoked another cigarette after smoking one cigarette, preparing for a relay race.

Wan Feng snatched it away: "Dad, you should smoke less cigarettes in the future, you smoke so much knowing that it is not a good thing, and don't smoke dry cigarettes in the future, and don't smoke those handshake economic cigarettes. Just smoke the best cigarettes sold in the store, I have money, and I will send you fifty yuan a month for smoking and drinking."

My father got prostate cancer when he was in his seventies because of smoking.

Prostate cancer sounds scary, but it is not a terminal disease. As long as the operation is timely, it is generally not life-threatening.

Wan Feng stayed with his father in the hospital for more than half a month. He learned from the doctor that eighty to ninety percent of men with prostate cancer were caused by excessive smoking.

"From now on, you are not allowed to smoke more than one pack a day, do you hear me?"

Wan Shuichang just smiled, and from the analysis of his expression, he probably ignored it.

"Why did you come back? I was thinking about asking your mother to pick you up in winter, but I didn't expect you to come back by yourself."

"Isn't it summer vacation? I want to come back and have a look at home for a few days before going back."

"Go back?"

"I have a lot of business to do over there, and you can't understand it if I tell you."

"Take the table to eat." At this time, the mother's voice came from outside.

Wan Feng went down to put on his shoes but couldn't find where the dining table was. It was his younger brother who struggled to lift the table out.

Mother worked very quickly. In such a short time, she not only steamed a pot of snow-white steamed buns, but also copied several dishes. Among them was the copied potato shreds that Wan Feng asked for.

Wan Feng and his younger brother took turns bringing the food to the table.

A plate of eggs and peppers, a plate of sliced ​​zucchini and a plate of cauliflower.

For the first time in nearly two years, the family sat around a table for dinner.

Wan Feng graciously poured wine for his father.

Wan Shuichang took a sip and tapped his mouth: "This wine is not very good."

Zhu Min stared: "Look at your father, he has never been able to speak in his life, and his son bought it for you for almost two yuan a bottle, and you actually said it's not good."

"Isn't it good to drink?" Wan Shuichang said honestly, this wine really didn't suit his taste.

Wan Feng laughed out loud, which fit his Lao Tzu's character very well.

"It's not good, you have to drink it!"

Wan Shuichang chuckled, of course he had to drink it, it was a two-yuan wine, if it didn't suit his taste, he pinched his nose and drank it down, otherwise it wouldn't be a waste.

"Your son has a daughter-in-law now, and you are almost becoming a father-in-law. You have to learn how to speak in the future."

Wan Shuichang choked on a sip of wine.

"Have a wife?"

The younger brother and younger sister still don't understand what it's like for the elder brother to find a wife, so they act as people who eat melons.

Zhu Min took out the photo from his pocket and presented it to Chief Wan.

Wan Shuichang took the photo and looked at it from far to near.

"Our son doesn't seem to be good enough for him." That's how it is for people who can't speak.

Wan Feng doesn't like to hear these words anymore, what do you mean you are not worthy of others?

"Dad! You can't let the other party's prestige destroy your morale. What do you mean you are not worthy of him? She is chasing after me, and I don't want it yet."

Fortunately, Luan Feng was not here, if she heard about it, there was a 90% probability that she would hit the room.

"Hey, that's good, who's girl from Wahou?"

"Luan Changyuan's family." Mother rushed to answer.

Wan Shuichang is a transferred soldier from 663. When he was a soldier, he was on the East Ridge between Wahou and Waqian. The antiaircraft artillery, now Pingshan, still has the cave they left behind.

Of course he remembered some of the people behind Wahou.

"That old boy, he is best at stealing other people's apples and pears. The famous saying left by this boy was that on the day of his wedding, why isn't it getting dark soon, hahaha, but he is not a bad person."

Hold the grass! Has the prospective father-in-law left any words of enlightenment behind him? How did I not hear it being said.

"Let me see!" Wan Fang snatched it up and looked at the two people in the photo with a smile.

Wan Jun just poked his head over and took a look,

Continue to eat his meal.

"Good looking, good looking, good looking like me!"

This is a person who can talk, and when he praises the other party, he also praises himself.

Wan Feng knows that women's stinky beauty is in their genes, but his sister is only eight years old and already knows that boasting is not a good thing.

Luan Feng got the unanimous approval of her family. I wonder if this girl would fly to the roof if she found out?

Oh, she asked me to send her a letter as soon as I got home, why did I forget that?

I have to write a letter tomorrow.

The steamed buns steamed by his mother were the best steamed buns Wan Feng had ever tasted. Even in the future, he would never eat steamed buns better than his mother's.

Especially after more than ten years, those steamed buns made with yeast and soaked rice flour are simply unpalatable.

Wan Feng ate two steamed buns and a plate of shredded potatoes in one sitting.

I ate corn porridge at my grandma's house for a year and a half, and my intestines became thinner. I was so full after eating that I didn't dare to move after eating.

After clearing the table, the younger brother and younger sister went out to play, and Wan Feng chatted with his parents.

"My son got back five thousand yuan this time, and I put it in the box below."

Wan Shuichang almost couldn't catch his breath, and his voice changed: "How much... How much?"

"Five thousand!"

Wan Shuichang's eyes blinked more than a hundred times a minute, and he couldn't say a word.

"Feng'er, how many clothes can your garment factory make in a day?"

After experiencing the excitement after the family reunion, the conversation began to develop in a rational direction. At this time, Zhu Min remembered the clothing factory that his son had said he opened with his wife.

"Now I can make more than 200 pieces of clothes and pants a day."

Twenty-eight workers working in Luan Feng's house, plus four or five outsourced processing sites, each make an average of six to seven pieces of clothing a day, more than two hundred pieces a day is not fake.

"So how much money does a garment make?"

"Excluding all expenses, the average piece costs one yuan."

You can earn less for trousers and more for clothes, which can be a little more than one yuan per person.

Zhu Min began to settle accounts, two hundred pieces a day was two hundred yuan, and three hundred and sixty days a year, calculated based on three hundred days, it was more than 60,000 yuan!

Zhu Min was frightened again.

Sixty thousand? How much is this?

In the era when thousands of yuan households have never seen it, ten thousand yuan is a very distant and ethereal number, and many people have no idea what ten thousand represents.

"Then you and your wife earn more than 60,000 yuan a year?"

"No, we only had two sewing machines when we started working last summer. At the beginning, we earned a few dollars a day, and gradually it grew to more than a dozen dollars. It has only been a few months since we developed to the current scale. It’s just a few thousand dollars, so don’t you get it all back?” Wan Feng didn’t dare to tell the truth.

Zhu Min heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately, he has not yet earned 60,000 yuan.

If he really earned 60,000 yuan, how scary it would be! Besides, how can so much money be spent?

Wan Shuichang, on the other hand, listened silently and smoked a stuffy cigarette. Then he thought about what five thousand yuan would look like?

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