Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

There is no future for those who pretend to be dead dogs, and it is useless if the parts do not work.

Science magazines say that the parts of the human body are all under the command of the brain. This is obviously an eternal lie to deceive the working people.

There is really something in the human body that does not obey the command of the brain. Although Wan Feng gave it an order not to be excited, this boneless thing is faster than anyone else to rebel when provoked by others.

Immediately surrendered at attention.

Wan Feng almost died of anger.

A certain woman's triumphant laughter sounded in the room.

It's just that the laughter didn't last long before it turned into a dreamlike sound, and finally developed towards the direction of crying...

Between the cow and the land, the cow will always be the protagonist who is exhausted, no matter how sharp the plow is, it will be useless.

The next morning, when Luan Feng made poached eggs for the cow who was about to die of exhaustion, the cow was still sleeping on the kang.

"Have a good rest at home today, let's continue tonight."

Someone's eyes opened abruptly: "Oh, I remembered, I'm going back to Longjiang today."

"Don't go anywhere, just stay at home honestly, I'll come back at noon and cook something delicious for you."

It is enough to eat any good thing three times, someone will not listen to her fooling you.

"You don't have to come back at noon, I can just eat something at the market."

"Alright, let you brag again, return the Big Dipper, a three-star photo will make you rotten, let's see if you still brag in the future!"

Who is bragging? I really know how to form the Big Dipper, I learned it when I watched The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

But this Wan Feng didn't dare to say it, for fear that Luan Feng would ask again what happened to The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Luan Feng went to work with a happy face.

She didn't go all afternoon yesterday, and she had to go today. She couldn't feel relieved if she didn't go to so many female workers in the factory.

If there are a lot of women, they will rebel. She has to be suppressed on the spot, and Jiang Min can't count on it at all.

An hour after Luan Feng left, Wan Feng also got up, and after washing up, he walked into the workshop of the tape recorder.

Assembling the tape recorder is now my uncle's job, and Wan Feng felt it necessary to tell my uncle to quickly install the tape recorder.

When he left last year, he told his uncle that it would be enough to install more than one hundred units a month, and he would consider it as a support for them.

Now this line is obviously not suitable. If he brings back the movement production line and assembles 180 units in a month, he will be finished, and the number assembled in a day will be almost the same.

After Luan Feng moved out, all the wing rooms here were vacant, and this time there were plenty of places to put things.

Among them, the West Wing, which was originally the warehouse of the garment factory, has already accumulated more than half of the rooms in various shapes of cabinets.

Now that I'm going to seriously start making a tape recorder, some things can't be scratched here and there with a hammer and a rake.

Now there are hundreds of various manufacturers in Wahou Bazaar. He needs to find his own suppliers in these factories, such as small speakers of various specifications, assembled radio movements, battery boxes and small Transformers, and even power plugs, cassette case covers, and so on.

In fact, assembling the tape recorder is very simple, just install the parts into the casing at the correct position, and there is really no technical content.

Wan Feng told the uncle to speed up the assembly speed and increase the output from today.

After finishing the order, Wan Feng came to the stall area of ​​the market.

When the area dedicated to these manufacturers has not been completed, the stalls of these manufacturers are temporarily in this booth.

There are quite a lot of manufacturers here. I remember that when the market first opened, it was all township enterprises. Now we can see some collective enterprises and sporadic state-owned units.

There are all kinds of these manufacturers, and the scale of the things they produce will not be too large.

Wan Feng and Luan Feng walked here yesterday, they were just looking at the flowers on horseback, and they didn't look carefully at all. Now he can take a good look.

The types of manufacturers are still very complete, such as mechanical processing, daily chemical industry, clothing industry, catering industry...

Wan Feng saw the production of agricultural tools, the production of carton machinery, the production of record players, the production of electric motors, the production of plastic machinery...

Most of these factories are located in Northern Liao Province.

But this was normal at the time, because the Beiliao accounted for seven tenths of the national industry at that time, and steel, refined oil, electric power, machine tools, and military industries accounted for more than 80%.

Compared with the Northern Liao Dynasty, some of the old industrial bases in the South and the West advertised by the media in later generations are a lie and a joke.

It's a pity that such a heavy industrial base will eventually be turned into an agricultural base.

Wan Feng sighed and shook his head.

These are not questions that a small farmer should think about. He should think about making money in the future.

Wan Feng soaked in the market until noon, and the results were obvious.

He made a purchase intention contract for audio equipment, radios, and receiver covers at the market.

As for transformers, battery boxes, and power plugs, he plans to produce them himself or support local people to produce them.

Except that the transformer can have a little technical requirement, the rest of the things are not much technical stuff, which can completely support the local people's production.

Looking at the sky, it was estimated that it was almost twelve o'clock, Wan Feng wandered to the market and walked into the snack bar of Chen Wenxin's house again.

The business of her snack department is still booming, and there are almost all the customers who come to buy goods.

Chen Wenxin arranged a seat for Wan Feng.

"Why are you here during the day? You don't go to school anymore?"

"It's Sunday! What's for dinner?"

"The little buns are pretty good, get a drawer here, let's have a bowl of rice soup."

A few minutes later, Chen Wenxin brought a drawer of buns and a bowl of rice soup.

Isn’t it too early for Xiaolongbao to come out now? Wan Feng remembers that it must have been in the 1990s when this stuff stinks in the streets. Where did Chen Wenxin’s mother learn it?

The vendors who ate in the snack bar wanted to be convenient and fast, so they ate very fast. After a while, there were several people who ate at the same table as Wan Feng. Only Wan Feng ate steadily like Mr. Daban.

It wasn't until Chen Wenxin sat down across from Wan Feng and brought a bowl of rice soup to eat steamed buns that Wan Feng realized that he was the only customer left in the shop.

"Did I eat for too long, and I wasted your money?"

"If it was someone else, maybe I would kick it out, but if it were you, it would be fine to sit for a day."

"Really? Wen Xin, you are so kind to me, I decided not to marry you."

"Wow!" Chen Wenxin vomited.

"Are you busy this afternoon?"

"What are you doing?"

"Aren't you going to see my new house? You don't have to come when my new house is built."

The foundation of Chen Wenxin's house was laid last winter, and it was only built this spring. He is still in Longjiang, what a gift!

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