Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Wan Feng didn't know that his mother still took advantage of such a thing, he seemed to have never seen his mother wearing it.

But he didn't want all of them, but kept one. He couldn't keep all of them for himself. When his younger brother married a wife in the future, what would my mother give?

One family is fair.

Tomorrow is August 1st, Wan Feng has been home for ten days, since he decided to go back tomorrow, now he has to make preparations for returning to Beiliao.

In fact, there is nothing to prepare, and there is nothing to bring back. The fungus he and his father picked in the mountains that time dried out a total of about nine catties of dried fungus, which was the only thing he brought.

He really didn't have anything else to bring. He still had hundreds of dollars in money, which was useless for the travel expenses.

On the morning of August 1st, Wan Feng said goodbye to his parents with his bag on his back. His father did not send Wan Feng to the station because he had to work in the company, but stood at the door of the house and watched Wan Feng leave.

When Wan Feng walked all the way to the carpenter's shop, he turned around and saw his parents standing at the door...

Wan Feng's eyes were a little dull, he turned around cruelly and walked all the way to the station without looking back.

The early bus to the city arrived at Dalinzi Station at 6:30 in the morning. Wan Feng got on the bus and took the bus for more than an hour to Wuxian Station.

When she got off the bus and entered the station, she went to buy a ticket for Longzhen. There was a girl in front of her who was also buying a ticket. When she bought the ticket and left the ticket gate, Wan Feng unexpectedly found that it was Zhang Xuan.

I saw her when I came back, and saw him again when I left, fate!

"Zhang Xuan!"

Zhang Xuan staggered, then looked at Wan Feng suspiciously: "You know me?"

Wan Feng nodded and said something nonsensical: "We will be classmates in two years."

After speaking, hand the money into the ticket gate to buy a ticket.

Zhang Xuan left in doubt, probably the question mark on his head almost caught up with Lord Buddha's hair, this guy said he will be a classmate with him in two years? Does this person have a neurological problem?

At eight o'clock Wan Feng boarded the train to Longzhen.

After arriving in Longzhen at 12:00 noon, I waited for the train for three hours in the waiting room, and finally got on the train bound for Harbin at 3:30 in the afternoon.

The train at this time period does not meet Wan Feng's requirements, because it will arrive at Ha Bin around ten o'clock in the evening. How can he go to Jiang Ming's house to find him at this time period?

Everything was similar to Wan Feng's calculation. It was really half past ten in the evening when the train arrived at Harbin Station.

It's not a good time to go to someone else's house at this time. Besides, Jiang Ming's house is not big. The two sons and his wife live in a house with an area of ​​about 30 square meters. He has no place to live when he goes there.

Fortunately, there was a state-run hotel outside the train station, so Wan Feng went to the hotel and asked for a single room to stay overnight.

Early the next morning, after Wan Feng got up and checked out, he came to the alley where he met Jiang Ming and his wife last time.

Sure enough, Jiang Ming and his wife are selling breakfast here again.

"Old nephew, are you back? Did you eat? Have a bowl of soy milk." Jiang Ming brought a bowl of soy milk and a burrito.

Wan Feng was not hypocritical, so he started drinking in a splash.

"Are your parents okay?" Jiang Ming asked while busy.

"It's all good."

"I thought you'd have to stay home for a few more days."

"Just come back and have a look. Beiliao still has a lot of things to do."

"Then when shall we leave?"

"Uncle Jiang, are you sure you're going?"

"Of course, you think I'm joking with you."

"When I got off the train, I looked at the train timetable. There is a general train to Bohai Sea at 7:40, so let's take that train."

At around seven o'clock, Jiang Ming went home after packing up the stall and went out with Wan Feng. After waiting in the waiting room for half an hour, he boarded the train going south.

When getting on the bus in Harbin, there were still many vacant seats. Wan Feng and Jiang Ming occupied two seats facing the window and chatted along the way.

In the summer of 1981, the trains were the most leisurely. At that time, there was no travel boom, and there were not many people in the full trains. Except for those who were on business, there were not many idle people.

This situation changed after 1985, and the number of tourists began to increase.

There is a new term for this time of year: travel season.

"Old nephew, you said that the country's policies have loosened, will there be any changes?" Jiang Ming asked worriedly.

"When a new policy emerges, it is normal to have some repetitions, but the general trend cannot be changed. As long as we are careful and cautious, nothing will happen. After 1984 Things will improve."

Policies are of course repeated, and Wan Feng has not forgotten the nationwide incident of catching speculation and dumping led by the Eight Great Kings next year.

In this wave of crimes against speculators, eight self-employed individuals in Wenzhou became negative models. Among them, Hu Jinglin, the largest, went to hide in the hometown of a mountain sculpture for two years.

It wasn't until the state promulgated the No. 1 document in 1984 that the protection of self-employed labor fruits was calmed down, but the impact of this incident still affected for many years.

It wasn't until after the Southern Tour in 1992 that self-employed professionals really felt at ease.

Because of this, his garment factory is now under the name of Wahou in the name of the collective, just to deal with this wave.

"I'm afraid that the policy will change in three or two days."

"We ordinary people are afraid of policy changes when we do something, and we can't stand it." At this time, a man in his thirties who was sitting in the same seat as Jiang Ming also sighed.

This person was dressed as a standard purchaser, and the most conspicuous thing was that there were three pens in his jacket pocket.

"Uncle, you don't look like an ordinary person, but a state official."

The man laughed at himself: "I'm not a cadre, just a little buyer."

This person spoke with a northern accent, so he should also be from the three northern provinces.

"What unit do you work in?"

"I often drag a subordinate supporting factory."

Changchun Tractor Factory!

"Changchun's?"

The man nodded.

"Good unit, how can you sigh like this when you are just a person with an iron rice bowl?"

"Hey! My family lives in the suburbs of Changchun. There are a lot of people in my family. I also want to do something, but I am always uneasy."

"Uncle, can I buy some of the products that are often delayed?"

"You can find me if you want to buy a tractor."

Of course, I won’t go to you to buy a tractor. The 28 tractors produced by Changtuo will be phased out soon. It's out of the world.

Wan Feng rolled his eyes a few times: "Uncle, can you leave me your name, unit address and phone number, maybe we will have business contacts in a few days."

The other party happily wrote the company address, personal name and factory phone number.

The other party's surname is Teng, and his name is Teng Fei.

"Little brother, I listened to a few conversations with you and found that you have unique insights into many things. What's your name?"

"My name is Li Yang." Wan Feng made up a name casually.

Jiang Ming looked at Wan Feng strangely, not knowing why Wan Feng said a fake name.

Teng Fei did not get off at Changchun, but got off at a county station after a few stops.

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