Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The train was driving in the wilderness in winter, like a lonely ascetic walking through the cold winter night.

Once the novelty of riding the train was over, Zhang Xuan wrapped himself up tightly and threw his head on Wan Feng's shoulder without treating himself as an outsider at all.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Min smiled wryly.

The son's luck in picking flowers seems to be a little bit better.

The second son once secretly filed a complaint, saying that the elder brother flirted with an old and pretty girl at Dalinzi School.

Zhu Min secretly gritted his teeth, this thing must be cleaned up, if it continues like this, it may be due to hooliganism in the future.

How did Wan Feng know that his mother was already considering whether to re-educate himself as a poor and lower-middle peasant with a fire stick or a sweeping broom, and he was sleeping with his head on the back of the chair and Zhang Xuan's head next to his head.

In fact, the temperature in the carriage is not suitable for sleeping. The radiant heater can't even maintain the temperature of ten degrees. Sleeping at this temperature is very easy to catch a cold.

It was under such a temperature that Wan Feng was still in the mood to dream.

He dreamed of a valley where cross-stitch flowers were in full bloom. There was fog in the valley, and a woman in red loomed in the fog.

Luan Feng usually likes to arm herself colorfully, although it is very vulgar in Wan Feng's eyes, but he doesn't think so.

Wan Feng thought that the woman in red in the fog was Luan Feng, he shouted and ran, but no matter how hard he tried, the woman in red seemed to always be at the same distance as him.

It seems to be close at hand and far away at the end of the world.

When Wan Feng put his hands on his knees and stopped chasing him, the woman in red turned her head and smiled at him.

That smile is like Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan, and that face is Zhang Xuan and Luan Feng.

Wan Feng's dream came to an abrupt end at this place because he woke up.

It doesn't matter whether he was awakened by a start or a fright, anyway, he woke up.

The moment he opened his eyes, the sound of the train entered his ears again.

It turned out to be a dream! Wan Feng let out a long breath, closed his eyes and began to recall the vague dream, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember what he dreamed of.

This is unscientific, why can't I remember the dream I just had?

Some people say that people who can clearly remember dreams have some brain problems. If this equation is true, then it means that there is no problem with their brains.

Wan Feng's head was fine, but Zhang Xuan's head was problematic, because her head was placed on Wan Feng's shoulder, and Wan Feng touched her head as soon as he moved.

Zhang Xuan also woke up in a daze.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she found that Wan Feng was looking at her with his head tilted, and she was startled because he was too close.

"what time is it?"

"It's almost two o'clock. We've been on the train for six or seven hours, and we'll be in Habin in two more hours."

Zhang Xuan wrapped her coat again, but she still felt chilly. She dared not sleep any more, and she might catch a cold if she slept any longer.

"What were you looking at just now?"

"Watch you sleep."

"What's so nice about sleeping."

"You sleep like a cat."

"You are cursing people obliquely."

"Why did you call me a cat? The cat is so cute. You looked like a Persian cat when you were sleeping just now. That's not right. Cats have beards. Come on! Don't move, I'll draw a beard on you."

After speaking, he took out a pen from his pocket, took off the cap and prepared to greet Zhang Xuan's face.

Zhang Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Is it okay for you to be skinny?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Somewhat."

Wan Feng bent down and pulled out the satchel from under the seat, and took out a pack of pork head meat from it, which he bought at the non-staple food store outside the train station when he got on the train in Longzhen.

Wan Feng opened the paper bag from the inside and handed it to Zhang Xuan: "Eat it."

Zhang Xuan was so angry that he wanted to throw the pig's head on Wan Feng's face: "It's hard, how can I eat this?"

"Aren't you a cat, you can chew even hard things."

"roll!"

"Then there's nothing...well,

And bread, shall we? "

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

"Then we have to wait until Habin. There are many food stalls outside the Habin train station. There are soy milk, fried dough sticks, scones, millet porridge, and eggs..."

Zhang Xuan's stomach growled.

"There are also all kinds of steamed stuffed buns, vegetables and dumplings..."

"If you say it again, I'll pinch you. You're just trying to annoy me."

"Who's mad at you? Actually, I'm hungry too. Let's fantasize about it and treat it as if I'm looking for plums to quench my thirst. When the time comes, I'll definitely buy a table and eat everything."

Wan Feng thought so and did so. The first thing he did when the train arrived at Harbin Station was to take a group of people to a collective breakfast shop outside the station, and bought two copies of all the various breakfasts sold there. a table.

Anyway, the eight of them need so many things.

Wan Feng drank a bowl of hot soybean milk and ate a bowl of dumplings, feeling warm all over his body.

"Mom! Do you still remember me, Uncle Jiang Ming and Aunt Xu?" I didn't panic when my stomach was full, and the gossip broke out.

"of course I remember."

"His house is not far from here. It's inconvenient for so many of us to come to his house. I'll ask him to come out, just because he's not at home."

After Wan Feng finished speaking, he ran to Jiang Ming's house.

Luck is really a strange thing. Not only are Jiang Ming and his wife at home today, but Jiang Ming is going to Wahou to pick goods.

What surprised Wan Feng even more was that he even hired 20 businessmen to hire a Yellow Sea bus to Wahou to buy goods.

"Can this work?"

"Why can't we make two trips? The Yellow Sea runs fast, seventy to eighty kilometers in an hour, and we can get there in one day. Two barrels of No. 35 oil in the car are enough to run back and forth."

"How much does it cost to hire this car?"

"This trip counts 20 of us, 30 yuan per person. It's a good deal! It doesn't save much money, but it saves old troubles. At least you don't have to reverse the car and pull a lot of goods."

It was also a year ago that there were already many people on the train, so it is really inconvenient for you to pack a lot of bags.

"What about road safety?"

The roads in the 1980s were not Yangguan Avenue. There were many car bandits and road tyrants, and even armed robberies occurred.

"The four bodyguards of the owner's house are all on fire, and we also have a few guys."

The fire in Jiang Ming's mouth is a gun.

"Earth cannon?"

The front-loading gun Wan Feng felt like it was scaring people, but he didn't feel how lethal it was.

"The owner of the car has two binoculars and two semi-automatics. The binoculars are full of pig sand. The two guns can even shoot people flying. We have three carbine guns and two single barrels."

Holding grass, nine guns, this firepower is strong enough to take over the mountain and become king.

Wan Feng felt relieved.

When Jiang Ming and his wife heard that Wan Feng's mother was here, they blamed Wan Feng for not bringing his mother to Calais.

"What? Sister Zhu is here? Where are you? Why didn't you come over with me?" Xu Xueqi groaned.

"There are a total of eight of us, what's the matter if we all come to your house? They are having breakfast in the Weimin snack bar outside the train station."

"Hurry up and take me to have a look."

Jiang Ming and his wife put on their clothes indiscriminately and left the house.

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