Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Walking out of the gate of the means of production, Wan Feng took a deep breath looking at the crowd passing through the street.

There is a saying, if you ignore me now, then you will not be able to climb high.

Seeing that it was already ten o'clock in the morning, Wan Feng decided to go home.

It was not yet half past ten when the car arrived at the Warrior Commune, and Wan Feng turned into the commune tractor station.

He still has one thing to do.

The tractors in the commune tractor station are neatly placed there, and none of them are working outside.

The drivers are hiding in the tall maintenance workshop of the tractor station and are playing poker shirtless.

Liang Yuan leaned against the wall boredly, staring at the roof in a daze. He was watching a trouble that accidentally flew into the house and panicked looking for a place to escape.

"Is Master Xiaoliang here?"

The back of Liang Yuan's head turned 90 degrees to the right with the wall as the axis, and he saw a young man asking those poker players with mischievous eyes.

It looks familiar, I must have seen this young man somewhere, remember, isn't this the little guy who hired a tractor station to pull firewood in the British Commune last winter?

Thinking of this little guy, Liang Yuan, he couldn't help but think of the hot pot that he ate at the Daying Commune Restaurant that day.

It seems that I haven't been to a restaurant for a long time.

Liang Yuan jumped up: "Are you looking for me?"

"Yes, I'll find you, let's talk outside."

Liang Yuan ran out of the workshop and followed Wan Feng out of the tractor station to a big tree beside the road.

Wan Feng handed Liang Yuan a cigarette: "Master Liang, let me ask, are the people in your tractor station state employees?"

"Fart, what kind of state employees are we, just temporary workers."

Temporary workers, this is easy to handle.

"Then how much do you earn a month?"

"Ten yuan, one hundred and twelve a year."

That's all!

"Brother Liang, when you pulled firewood last winter, your personality and skills left a very good impression on me. Are you interested in working with us?"

Liang Yuan blinked his eyes a few times, and looked at Wan Feng suspiciously: "Where are you going? Jiang Wei?"

Wan Feng nodded: "Yes, we are short of a 22 tractor driver. I guess you are familiar with that car, it was from the tractor station before."

"Which car? Which car is in bad condition!"

"The engine of that car was overhauled when it was in our hands last year. Everything inside was changed except for the crankshaft and connecting rod. Now the car is in poor condition."

"Is that so, there is no driver driving now?"

"The original driver is going to keep his own car. Now we are short of a driver. The monthly salary is 30, and the monthly expenses are to deliver red bricks from Wahou to the county. It doesn't matter to you to load and unload twice a day. Your home is in Tsushima. Living in the village, not far from Jiangwei, think about it?"

He knew that the vehicles of Jiangwei Team were to deliver bricks and tiles to the county town.

The monthly salary is 30, which is three times his current salary. The distance from his home to the commune and to Jiangwei is about the same, so there is no problem of distance from home at all.

"Didn't you guys rest in winter? There will probably be nearly three months. How do you count these three months?"

"Except for the month of Chinese New Year, the rest are paid, and tractors also need maintenance in winter."

In other words, it is 11 months, 330 yuan, which is already quite high in rural areas, and it is 210 yuan more than his original salary.

Liang Yuan thought about it seriously for a minute: "I'll do it, then when shall I go?"

You'd be a fool not to.

"Tomorrow, just come to me when you arrive in Wa tomorrow morning. You can arrange your own work and rest time. You only need to send two trucks of bricks to the county town a day. The work is not difficult."

"Okay, I'll see you at seven o'clock tomorrow."

"That's a deal."

Saying goodbye to Liang Yuan, Wan Feng drove to the tractor station immediately. When he reached Dagou Village of the Wu Family Brigade, two people carrying two large bags on the side of the road caught Wan Feng's attention.

One of them looked familiar, and when the car came in front of them, Wan Feng slammed on the brakes with a bang.

Isn't this Jiang Ming!

Jiang Ming was spitting and chatting with a stranger Wan Feng didn't know, and it looked like he was bragging.

Wan Feng's motorcycle screeched to a stop by his side, startling the two of them. When Jiang Ming saw that it was Wan Feng, he was overjoyed immediately, turned over and climbed onto the truck without saying a word.

"Uncle Jiang, why did you come here?"

"Isn't this the Warriors' Commune? We got off at the Warriors' Commune."

There is nothing wrong with this understanding.

"If you go, you should get off at Gushan Commune. Walking from Gushan Commune to Wahou is much closer than getting off at Warrior Commune and walking to Wahou. Our team is closer to Gushan Commune than to Warrior Commune. cross a river."

"How do we know?"

Wan Feng shook his head, he should blame himself for not telling him clearly.

"Next time you come back, you will sit until you get off at the Gushan Commune. Once you inquire about it, you will know how to get to Wahou. That road is at least two-thirds closer than this road, and this road is farther away when you get to Wahou. "

"Remember next time, we will get off at Gushan."

"Be safe, don't drop it."

Wan Feng instructed, start the motorcycle and arrive at the valley in no time.

Wan Feng drove the car directly to Luan Feng's house. The two probably didn't eat, so they had a casual bite in Luan Feng.

Anyway, Luan Feng's family has many workers who live in the house to eat every day, and they don't care about two more people.

It's good to eat and eat as long as you can eat enough.

"This is my brother-in-law Xu Zonglai. I brought him here this time to carry his shoes back." During the meal, Jiang Ming introduced the man who looked to be in his twenties to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng and Xu Zonglai shook hands.

"Last time you got all the goods and sold them out?"

Jiang Ming came on the afternoon of the 3rd with Wan Feng, and left on the 4th. He returned to Harbin on the 6th at least. Today is August 11th. After subtracting the journey of two days when he came, then he I stayed at home for three or four days.

"Fuck, the clothes will be gone in two days when I go back, and the main sale of electronic watches took two days, or I would have been back long ago, guess how much my clothes sell for?"

"Whether we are here in the county town or in the rural market, a piece of clothing and a pair of trousers cost 6.5 yuan, and you can sell it for 8 yuan at most, which is great."

"Hey, my clothes sell for five yuan, and my pants sell for three yuan."

"Hurry up, I have to pick up the goods quickly, and I have to go back in the afternoon?"

This guy is anxious.

"I said is there a car in the afternoon?"

"At two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a new train to Gai County. When we arrived in Gai County, we boarded the train directly. Bring me another 30 electronic watches."

Now that this is the case, Wan Feng will not delay and take Jiang Ming to the garment warehouse to pick up goods.

"It just so happens that after you have finished picking the goods, take the tractor we used to deliver bricks to the county seat. There is no delay at all. You pick the goods here, and I will go back and get the watch for you."

Wan Feng went back to his grandma's house by bike and took 30 electronic watches. When he came back, Jiang Ming's clothes had already been picked out.

Without stopping, Wan Feng took them to the shoe factory to pick up shoes.

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