Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

The child's curiosity is also very strong. Early the next morning, two neighbor children from the left and the right of the grandma's house came to play with Wan Feng.

When Wan Feng came back from Longjiang, he was still carrying a pair of poker and a pair of very small chess pieces, which he planned to play with his grandma’s children when he arrived at his grandma’s house, but what disappointed Wan Feng was that the children here did not One can play.

They would play hoop skating and a game of chase called electrification.

At that time, Chinese New Year was the most exciting time for children. Not only could they wear new clothes, but they also had better food than usual, and most importantly, there were firecrackers.

It seems that children in the later period don't even like setting off firecrackers. Wan Feng remembered that his son never went outside to set off firecrackers every New Year.

The kid called the blacksmith still had a few small whips left in his pocket, and the kids ran into the street and yelled and crackled, and then they lit up, and then they stared wide-eyed.

"Are you rich?" a child named Cong Xicheng from the neighbor's left asked Wan Feng.

Wan Feng nodded and said yes, although the New Year was spent on the train, the mother still gave them the New Year's money. Wan Feng and his brother each had one yuan.

In 1980 that was quite a lot of money.

At that time, for a child, one yuan could buy eleven comic books, twenty-five Erkiaojiao and twenty small whips with one hundred rings.

Wan Feng's father earned wages in the Corps. At that time, it was 53 yuan and [-] cents a month, which was considered a high-income group.

"Ah, you have one yuan!" Cong Xicheng and the blacksmith said enviously, their New Year's money is only ten cents.

"Then let's go to the co-op to buy a small whip?" The blacksmith's eyes glistened with gold.

The name of the blacksmith is Jiang Hongjun, and he is nine years old.When he was eight years old, he went to the brigade to play, and went to the blacksmith stove to watch the excitement. He felt that the blacksmith was very interesting, and he watched it all morning.

Who would have thought that he would pick up a matchmaker, a shovel and a match to forge blacksmiths after returning home. It is not good where you go for blacksmithing, and he chose a place.

Every household here burns grass for cooking and heating, and there are haystacks of different sizes stacked in front of every household.

Jiang Hongjun chose to strike iron under his haystack, and the consequences of lighting a match can be imagined. Fortunately, there was no wind that day and he discovered it early. In the end, only half of his haystack was burned.

It was inevitable to be beaten, but what he didn't expect was that the nickname of a blacksmith fell on his head out of thin air, and this nickname accompanied him until the day when his life ended at the age of 34.

The full name of the cooperative in the blacksmith's mouth is the rural cooperative, just like the shops everywhere now, the peasants will become a cooperative when they call it Chang.

At that time, there was only one cooperative brigade in the countryside, and it was the commercial center of the brigade.

The store of Jiangwei Brigade is in Xiaoshutun, two miles away from Wahou Brigade.

The blacksmith's suggestion was supported by all the children present, including Wan Feng's younger brother Wan Jun, but Wan Feng objected.

"Buy a fart, the cooperative is on holiday for the Chinese New Year, and it's useless to go there."

All the children were dumbfounded.

If you don’t have a small whip, go skating on the Yina River behind the house. Children are never too lonely.

The Yina River is 20 meters away from the backyard of Wanfeng’s grandma’s house. In winter, the Yina River is as smooth as a mirror, and the bottom of the river can be clearly seen at a glance.

Wan Feng played ice carts with them on the ice and skidded loudly.

There were a few children skating a mile away from them, but no one recognized who it was because of the distance.

Although Wan Feng's family claims to live by the Longjiang River, it is at least a hundred miles away from the river, and their company is built on a hillock, and it is also more than five miles away from the nearest river.

Therefore, he has hardly played on ice and has little experience growing up, so he had a great time playing.

Chapter 2 A conflict between local and foreign

Although Wan Feng's mind is an adult, his body has turned into a 13-year-old child. At this time, the contradictory side is revealed.

Although his mind was very resistant to leading a few children to play, his body couldn't restrain the urge to play.

Cong Xicheng gave Wan Feng his ice car to play with.

The structure of the ice car is very simple, that is, two long wooden strips with rails on the bottom, nail some boards on it, and a person sits cross-legged on it and pokes on the ice with two wooden sticks with nails on the head to get power for the ice car Run fast on the iceberg.

"Do you dare to use the ice cart to rush over that piece of white ice?" Cong Xicheng was nine years old this year, and just now the blacksmith slid across the white ice on the ice cart.

Ever since Xicheng didn't dare to skate, he tried to trick Wan Feng into skating.

The white ice is white opaque ice formed because of the air under the water. Because of the vacuum below it, it is very weak, and it will shatter if it is not handled properly.

Cong Xicheng's family is famous in the Shanqian team because there are nine girls in the family, and he is the youngest and has nine older sisters.

His parents showed the spirit of Yugong Yishan and vowed not to give up until they gave birth to a boy. After unremitting efforts, his merits and virtues were finally consummated, so they named him Xicheng, which means congratulations on success.

Wan Feng doesn't skate. He remembers this scene in his last life. When he was skating across the white ice, the ice cracked and he fell into the water with a plop, although the water was not deep enough to reach his knees. , but it's winter!

Not only was he terribly cold, but he was also kicked several times by his mother after returning home.

Not only does he not slip, but he strictly forbids his younger brother to take risks on the white ice surface.

Cong Xicheng was disappointed by Wan Feng's refusal, but he was determined not to skate on the white ice, and he was also afraid of falling into the water, so he could only watch the blacksmith show off his power there.

The five children played on the ice for a while longer, when the children from upstream came down with a lot of noise, and the ice cart was sliding very fast.

When he got closer, he recognized who it was from Xicheng, and he picked up the ice cart in fright and said: "Run, the old donkey is coming." He ran to the shore first.

Wan Feng remembered who the old donkey was. He belonged to the Waqian team.

The two teams in front of the depression and behind the depression are separated by a mountain that is not considered a mountain, or to be more precise, separated by a beam.

The old donkey’s name was Yang Hai and he was 15 years old at the time. Not only was he older than the big guy, but he also had a domineering personality.

When he grew up, he also became a street bastard as he wished. When he was almost 30 years old, he hid in Dawan City because of a robbery and never dared to come back.

When the blacksmith and the child named Wang Jun at the far end heard that the old donkey was coming, they also followed Xi Cheng to the shore in a panic. Only Wan Feng and his brother were left on the iceberg.

Wan Feng frowned as he recalled, as if he didn't remember this part!

In the previous life, he was sent home after Xicheng tinkered with the ice skating car and went to the piece of white ice that fell into the water. There was no such thing as the current bridge.

Now it seems that even if he is reborn, his experience has some deviations.

Although the old donkey's ice car has slowed down when it comes close, the deceleration is very incomplete.

Apparently, he deliberately ran towards Wan Feng's younger brother Wan Jun. Wan Jun couldn't dodge and was hit by the old donkey with a plop, fell on the ice and slid more than ten meters away.

Fortunately, he was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and trousers and a cotton-padded hat, otherwise he would have suffered a concussion from the sudden fall.

"Huh? Where did these two people come from?" The old donkey found that Wan Feng didn't know the person he ran away at all, so he asked Cong Xicheng and the blacksmith who were trembling on the shore.

"The grandson of the old Zhu's family just came back from Longjiang." The blacksmith replied tremblingly.

"Oh! So you're a foreigner, no wonder I don't know you. What's your name?" The old donkey asked proudly.

Bianwaike is a derogatory name for Longjiang people in Hongya.