Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Now that the stamping parts are born, there is no need to stay here, so Wan Feng runs as soon as he says he wants.

Running without any burden, running with peace of mind.

Wan Feng believes that the machinery factory will give Zhang Hai a price that satisfies him.

Once this set of equipment can work proficiently, it will relieve the machinery factory of a great burden. The production capacity of the machinery factory delayed by these insignificant and inseparable parts will be released, and more products can be created. many economic benefits.

This is a happy situation where both parties complement each other, and both parties will definitely have a point of intersection that is mutually satisfactory.

Wan Feng knew that Zhang Hai was just putting on airs, because he started to calm down when he ran on the avenue.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to the garment factory. In the courtyard of the brigade, there were already many female workers on the night shift sitting or standing in the cool place in the courtyard, probably because they just woke up and yawned.

Jiang Min is also a member of the night shift, but she is not yawning, she is writing something at her desk in her dormitory.

He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice Wan Feng came in.

"Is Miss Min secretly writing a love letter?"

Jiang Min was startled, turned to look at Wan Feng and said, "Where is the love letter? You came just in time. I have already collected a lot of manuscripts, but I don't know how to screen them?"

After speaking, he opened the small cabinet under the desk, pointed to it and said.

Wan Feng poked his head and looked, and his head swelled like a bubble, and a small cabinet was full of manuscripts.

Oh, let me go, are there so many people who suffer from Wenqing disease? There are so many that there are thousands of manuscripts, it depends on when.

Wan Feng picked up a manuscript casually and looked at the title of the manuscript: Yinahe in my heart.

Wan Feng became interested.

Based on the name alone, as long as the intention is not bad, the writing is smooth, and there is a correct central idea, this manuscript can almost be passed.

After reading this manuscript, the overall is not bad, just a little modification can reach the level of their publication list.

Then Wan Feng read a few more manuscripts, but the quality was uneven. Some sentences were not smooth, and the concept was even more muddled. He didn't know what the author was going to say.

"In fact, the selection of manuscripts is also very simple. The first step is to delete those manuscripts that don't make sense, and those that write about love and love in the remaining manuscripts. Maybe there will be troubles next time, just in case, for the rest, we must choose articles with clear themes, healthy thoughts and positive meanings, and this type of articles can be used first.”

"Here is an article that seems to me to be okay, what do you think?" Jiang Min handed over a manuscript.

Wan Feng took it and looked at the topic: Xiaocao.

On the field where the north wind roared, under the snow covered thousands of miles of ice peaks, a seed carefully curled itself up, abandoning breathing and heartbeat, and even freezing the blood flowing in its body.

…

I am this lonely seed, abandoning all the luxury, leaving only one belief in my heart.

In this cold and lonely world, silently waiting for spring to come...

The last sentence gave Wan Feng a bright feeling.

"Very good! The writing is very good. Just a few sentences vividly create an image of a seed waiting for spring in the severe cold. It has a clear idea and a profound meaning. Unexpectedly, Wa Hou is really talented. Let me see which author wrote this , Jiang...Jiang Min!"

Jiang Min's small face was flushed red like a monkey's butt.

"Oh, I'll go. I didn't expect you, Miss Min, to have such a troubled heart. Why didn't you see it earlier?"

Jiang Min didn't seem to like it when he heard this.

"What is a troubled heart? Tell me clearly!"

"Where is your partner?"

"Stop interrupting and answer my question!"

"From this little prose poem, I found that your heart is full of spring germination. You yearn for spring, but now it's summer, and there's no such thing as spring. So what you long for is love. In layman's terms, you want to get married. To put it bluntly: Sister Min, you want a man!"

Jiang Min was dumbfounded,

How many cells are there in this guy's head compared to others? I clearly wrote that a little grass longed for spring, but how did I become a man in his head? How did he associate it?

"I really admire your imagination. It's a pity that you don't become a writer."

Wan Feng had this ideal once in his last life, but he no longer had this idea in this life.

"Sister Min, are you twenty this year? It's time to give yourself to yourself. Someday your partner will bring me to check on you. It's almost enough."

"Yellow!" Jiang Min replied angrily.

"Ah! Is it true or not?" Why is this yellow again? Women must not be too high-sighted, pick and choose, and the last thing left is themselves.

"Of course it is true, there is no common language."

"Alas! Usually when women change their minds, they will use the lack of a common language as an excuse. There must be something wrong in this world."

"We really don't have a common language. That man is very selfish. He always thinks about whether he can suffer. He keeps asking how much dowry my family will ask for and what dowry I will bring when I marry. He is not funny at all. I don’t think it’s more interesting to live a life by yourself.”

According to Jiang Min, her former partner was a somewhat realistic man who would consider everything in terms of life itself. In fact, such a man is usually a man who can manage a family and live a life. It may not be a good thing for a woman to find such a man. It's a painful thing, but it's a pity that such a man is not pleasing to a woman who has a little romance in her heart.

"Oh! I thought I could drink your wedding wine this year, but I didn't expect to spill the soup again."

"You don't have to worry about my affairs, you'd better find a way to help me deal with these manuscripts."

"I can't handle it. I don't have the time to read this every day. If you have difficulty handling it by yourself, we can go to the County Federation of Literary and Art Circles to rescue soldiers. It just so happens that we also need to apply for this publication. I will go to the Federation of Literature and Art Circles tomorrow to have a look."

Oh, tomorrow, think about what to do tomorrow?

He had to go to Shijiazhuang and Qindao within three days, and come back before the crackdown came at the end of August.

Then go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles tomorrow and ask an editor to come back and apply for a regional publication number.

As long as this publication can be published in the Bohai Sea area, he didn't expect to be able to publish it in the whole country.

Just something for fun.

"What do you think is the name of this publication?"

"It's called Yina River, I think it's good." Wan Feng made a final decision.

Walking out of Jiang Min's room, the shaded place under the eaves was full of female workers on night shift. At this time, they had completely woken up from their bleary-eyed state, and they had already started laughing and talking about their parents.

They are waiting for the day shift to leave and then eat and then go to the night shift. Now that the end of the month is approaching the pay day, these women have already begun to figure out what to do after pay.

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