Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"Does he smoke or drink? How many children are there?"

"Drink some wine, don't seem to smoke. There are two children, a son and a daughter. The son is five years old and the daughter is seven years old."

In these few words, Wan Feng had a rough picture of Zhang Guangpu's family in his mind.

Drinking and not smoking has two children, a boy and a girl. As for Zhang Guangpu's wife, Wan Feng, I didn't ask, so it's not a very important clue.

"Okay, at seven o'clock in the evening, you will wait for me in Liutun Village first."

Returning to the headquarters of the Jiangwei brigade in a chug-chug tractor, Wan Feng walked into the brigade supply and marketing cooperative.

I glanced at the counter and couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Don't look at the faded posters above the counter that read the eight characters of developing the economy and ensuring supply, but in fact the products on the counter are very single and scarce.

There is no guarantee of supply at all.

Chapter 67 知青张广普

Especially in this supply and marketing cooperative at the brigade level, there are fewer commodities. Although the counters are full, in fact, the same things are placed in every compartment, and some things still require tickets.

Wan Feng bought cakes for the few food stamps he had, and now he could only look at the food related to noodles.

The first choice to give away is wine.

The most expensive wine in the supply and marketing cooperative of Jiangwei Group is Bamao Chenxiang, which is produced by the county winery, and the packaging is very old-fashioned and antique.

Fruit candy is 12 yuan for a dime, and milk candy can only be bought for [-] yuan for a dime.

Wan Feng bought two bottles of Chenxiang, and spent one yuan on milk candy for 30 yuan and fruit candy for 50 yuan.

I spent more than one yuan to buy two cans, and I didn't know what to buy anymore.

Two bottles of wine, two cans, two packs of fruit candy and toffee mixed together, barely counted as six gifts.

No matter how you go to apprentice, you can get eight gifts, but Wan Feng doesn't know what to buy for the other two.

"President Yu, can I buy cakes and biscuits without food stamps?"

The glass-eyed manager shook his head like a rattle.

"Then you have food stamps, can you sell me some?"

"No, I didn't bring it with me."

"Then I owe it first, okay?"

Glass flower flatly refused.

People in that era were so stubborn, as if I couldn't afford the money.

Damn Glass Flower, Wan Feng wanted to make Glass Flower's eye manager's other good eye also become Glass Flower.

Food stamps, cloth tickets, these messy tickets are really irritating things, without them all you have money is useless, and it will take about ten years for them to completely disappear from your life.

Wan Feng was thinking about whether to sell some food stamps, it must be a way of money, but he dismissed the idea when he thought that it violated the law.

Wanfeng had no choice but to go to the booth of cloth shoes and hats.

buy shoes?No, are there cloth shoes for gift giving?

Don't even think about leather shoes, even if you think about it, a supply and marketing cooperative in a brigade will not have products like leather shoes, and you have to go to a supply and marketing cooperative at the commune level at least to buy leather shoes.

You don’t have a cloth ticket for buying fabric, and if you have a cloth ticket, you can’t take a piece of cloth to others, right?

Some things are not suitable as gifts, such as soy sauce, salt, soap, homework book, pen, water, elastic band... These are tickets for not messing around, but can you carry this thing to others?

Wanfeng had no choice but to spend one yuan and fifty cents on two pairs of nylon stockings, and finally spent one yuan on a floral scarf. Didn't Zhang Guangpu's family have two women, one big and one small?

These things only cost more than five yuan, and there is really nothing to buy.

Wan Feng put these things in his satchel and walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative with a sigh. It stands to reason that these things cost a lot of money, but he didn't feel polite at all.

My uncle came back late today, and it was around six o'clock in the afternoon when he got home, looking very tired.

"Today we started building brick kilns and factory buildings, and I took my group to build brick kilns."

Zhu Ping started to lead a group of plasterers to build houses for people around [-]. They should be the first batch of people to devote themselves to the real estate business, but it is a pity that they didn't do it, and they will only build houses for the rest of their lives.

I don't know if it is the foundation laid from here.

If he is still engaged in this industry in this life, Wan Feng will definitely help him become a construction giant.

"The brick kiln and factory building have started to be built? What progress has it made?" Wan Feng asked while eating cornmeal pancakes and boiling cabbage.

"The brick kiln will be built in one day tomorrow, and the factory building will take another two days."

I have to admire the drive of the people at that time. Don't look at everyone who is poor, but there is nothing to say about the soaring drive to do what they want to do.

"Would you like to play in the ditch at night? The two little girls in Liang Wan's family are looking forward to you like the stars and the moon. Today they asked me why you didn't come these days."

Children are usually like small animals, remembering to eat but not playing. Wan Feng will have good food to eat when he goes to Liang Yan and Liang Yu. What they lose is nothing more than calling their brother-in-law who has no practical meaning. Of course, they are looking forward to Wan Feng going.

"Not tonight, I have something to do, tomorrow night."

Wan Feng finished his meal while he was talking, and looked at the old-fashioned clock on the table, it was twenty minutes to seven.

Out with a satchel to roll out his two-color bike.

Go south all the way, passing through Xiaoshutun and Wohutun to Liutun.

It was not yet seven o'clock when Wan Feng arrived in Liutun. He thought that Song Yuancheng would not come, but he saw Song Yuancheng smoking at the fork in Liutun village when he was far away from Liutun.

Song Yuancheng was taken aback when he saw Wan Feng riding a bicycle, and circled around the bicycle.

"Okay, it's not easy for you to pack this car out. How much did it cost?"

"More than 60." Wan Feng was afraid that Song Yuancheng's heart would be unbalanced, so he said a lot on purpose. If he said that he would pack up the car for more than 20 yuan, Song Yuancheng's heart would probably bleed.

"I didn't expect you to be so rich, let's go. Zhang Guangpu is probably still at home after dinner, and he might go out for a stroll later."

Wan Feng pushed the cart and followed Song Yuancheng into Liu Tun.

In the past, there was a little Bitun between Liu Tun and Crouching Tiger Tun, but these years, Liu Tun and Little Bitun have been connected together, and now they are collectively called Liu Tun.

In this way, the scale of Liu Tun is a big village in the area, with about 100 households.

Zhang Guangpu's home is in the middle of Liutun. There are two big trees in front of the three thatched cottages. Two children aged six or seven, a man and a woman, looked at them as they walked into the yard with curious eyes.