Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Under normal circumstances, a new car needs to be run-in, but motorcycles are special and do not need to be run-in.

When you ride and walk, it is equivalent to running in.

But Wan Feng still decided to grind this car, because once it was caught in Luan Feng's hands, he would not be able to ride it well.

Wan Feng ignited the motorcycle and circled the square of the brick and tile factory twice.

Luan Feng saw that Wan Feng was riding steadily, and was already gearing up to get on the horse.

Promise Transformation is a bit of a disaster for novices. If there is a dangerous situation, if you don't know how to let go of the accelerator, what may happen.

And Luan Feng's two-pole personality made Wan Feng very worried. Seeing her crookedly riding a motorcycle, his heart trembled to the sky.

Although the yard of the brick and tile factory is large enough, Wan Feng chose this place to be far enough away from the brick and tile piles.

But Luan Feng still ran towards the brick pile, and Wan Feng almost went into cardiac arrest in fright. Fortunately, the tiger girl suffocated the motorcycle to death when she was about to hit the brick pile, so she didn't hug and kiss the brick pile.

"You can hit the brick pile after such a long journey? Tell me, why keep your eyes open?" Wan Feng was angry.

This pile of bricks was tens of meters long, and she just slammed into it helplessly!

"Gasp! Oh no no no, watch the road!"

"Where is the road?"

Luan Feng chuckled: "Actually, my eyes can see very clearly, and my heart understands, but my hands are not good, I just can't turn around."

Novices are all this virtue.

Wan Feng thought of a bad move. He used bricks to set up a separation line. Once Luan Feng ran across the boundary, he could bump into these bricks.

With the small size of Jialing 5o and Luan Feng's current technology, if it hits these bricks, the car will probably fall over, and if the car falls down, it will not be able to hit the pile of bricks.

There is no danger if you can't hit the brick pile, and you can't die if you get stuck.

In fact, Luan Feng is very smart, but her personality is a bit confused. However, as time goes by, she has become more and more proficient in riding.

"It's no different from riding a bicycle!" As soon as I learned it, I started to swell.

He was proficient at riding a bicycle, but Wan Feng found another depressing problem.

This guy is so addicted to riding, he won't go home and stay in the car.

The lights in the brick and tile factory are all on, and this bitch is still enjoying it.

It's seven o'clock in the evening, and she has no intention of giving up.

Wan Feng couldn't bear it anymore and stopped the motorcycle.

"Take a break, don't get tired."

"Not tired."

"How can you not be tired, take a break and ride again, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry!"

"Really not hungry?"

"Really not hungry!"

"But what the hell am I hungry!" Wan Feng roared, you're paralyzed and it's over if you're not hungry? I'm starving to death.

"What should you do if you're hungry?" Luan Feng asked pitifully.

"What do you propose?"

"Then we have to go home and cook."

Listen, what do you mean you have to go home and cook? How helpless it is!

"Then you ride here by yourself. I'll go to the snack bar to buy food. Let's eat some ready-made ones at night."

"Okay, okay!" After finishing speaking, he stepped on the gas pedal and spun around again carelessly.

Wan Feng came to the market along the road from the brick and tile factory, bought two lunch boxes at a grocery stall that was about to close, and then went to the team restaurant to buy a red stewed meat and spicy tofu in a lunch box, and then I bought another lunch box of white rice.

In the era when there were no convenience bags, Wan Feng had no choice but to find a rope to tie the two lunch boxes together and carry them back to the brick and tile factory.

After returning to the brick and tile factory, he sat on a pile of sand and watched Luan Feng circle around the square of the brick and tile factory.

How could she turn around without getting confused?

Luan Feng didn't turn dazed, but Wan Feng himself saw Luan Feng looking around in a daze, watching Luan Feng's heavy eyelids sway a few times, his body tilted and fell asleep on the sand.

Luan Feng is completely addicted to riding, this thing is really fun, no wonder many people are envious of how fun it is to ride a motorcycle.

Such a fun thing needs to be shared with others, and she is ready to share the happiness with Wan Feng,

But when I looked up, I wondered: what about people?

It seemed that I was sitting on the sand with my lunch box in my arms just now, why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?

Take a closer look at Wan Feng lying on the sand.

What does it mean when the bad guy is lying on the sand? Is this dead or asleep?

Luan Feng was a little panicked, and rode a motorcycle to the sand pile, parked the motorcycle, came to Wan Feng, and put her hand under Wan Feng's nose.

Don't worry, I'm still alive.

But you can’t just sleep like this outside while you’re still alive. People who sleep like this outside can easily attract evil spirits.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!"

Wan Feng opened his eyes sleepily: "Dawn?"

"It's dawn, eggplant, it's getting dark today, let's go home when we get up."

"Are you a genius? Then I'll sleep a little longer."

After Wan Feng finished speaking, he was ready to go back to sleep.

"Hey! Get up, let's go home and sleep. Sleeping here is easy to catch cold and ghosts."

Wan Feng was startled and woke up suddenly, only then realized that he was sleeping on the sand pile, I said why did he feel a bit cold.

He stood up and remembered that there was still a lunch box, found the lunch box and handed it to Luan Feng, pushed the motorcycle and walked home.

After returning home, he closed the big iron gate and pushed the motorcycle into the mansion.

Luan Feng reheated the dishes he bought in a pot, and the two of them squatted on the corner of the pot to eat without setting the dining table.

During the meal, Luan Feng found that Wan Feng's spirit was a little weak, so she stretched out her hand and tried it on Wan Feng's forehead, and it didn't burn.

"Are you uncomfortable? I think you look listless."

"No wow, I just feel limp and lethargic, a little in a trance."

Luan Feng was taken aback, she couldn't really be a ghost.

When a person sleeps, the body's yang energy is the weakest. If there is any evil in the wild, they will take advantage of this opportunity to get on the body. This is what the old people in the village said.

Although she has never encountered it before, she is convinced.

Look for a master dancer, but it's past eight o'clock, where can I find a master?

"Then eat quickly, and use the quilt to cover the kang after eating. If you don't do well tonight, let's go see the Great God tomorrow."

Wan Feng nodded listlessly, slowly finished his meal, and with Luan Feng's support, he went to sleep on the kang.

After tidying up the kitchen, Luan Feng also went into the house to go to the kang. Tonight, she didn't even watch TV, she just took off her clothes, turned off the lights and got under the covers.

"Feel better?"

"It's still the same."

"Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable, I just want to sleep."

"Then get a good night's sleep. Let's go to Huang Hui to see the Great God tomorrow morning."

There is a great god in Huang Hui's brigade, who seems to enshrine the tablet of immortals. It is said that he is very godly. People here usually go there when they have any evil things.

Wan Feng turned his back to Luan Feng, with a smug smile on his face, his eyes sparkling in the darkness.

Look at the great god of Jimao, I have nothing to do with Mao.

Finally got a good night's sleep tonight.

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