Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 Those four years should be the happiest time in Wanfeng's life.

　　 At the time, he and Xu Meilin might belong to the kind of happy friends who often fight and fight, but it is good for ten days, but bad for five days.

During the period of 　　, I experienced countless insensible openings and closings.

　　 I want to bite each other when I split, and I also want to bite each other when I get together.

　　 is just such a fight, splitting and combining, the two have been dragging and pulling for four years.

　　 Finally, they parted ways completely because of these trivial things, which became Wan Feng's regret in his life.

　　 Many years later, when the two met again, the years had passed, and they were relatively speechless, only a thousand lines of tears.

　　 Thinking of this, Wanfeng shook his head. Will the regrets of the previous life continue in this life?

　　 Seeing Xu Meilin’s resentful eyes, Wan Feng sighed and bought two small bottles of soda for six cents in the cooperative.

　　 Soda was a luxury product higher than sugar for children in rural areas in the 1980s. The little girl was so happy that she took Wan Feng's hand like moths around him and kissed her mother.

　　 "Brother Dafeng! Can you still buy good things for me in the future?"

　　 Wanfeng nodded solemnly: "I will definitely buy it."

　　 Xu Meilin’s mother smiled and said, “Just grow up and give you my family Meilin as your wife, so you can just take care of her delicious food.”

　　 Wanfeng said immediately: "That's a deal. When I grow up in the future, I will come to ask your girl to be a daughter-in-law."

　　 Xu Meilin, who was only nine years old at this time, had no idea about a daughter-in-law, and asked Wan Feng: "What is a daughter-in-law?"

　　 With this question, Wan Feng felt it necessary to pretend to be confused. After all, his current personality is thirteen years old. If he knew everything, others would think he was a monster.

　　 So he pretended to scratch his head: "I don't know what the wife does, but I will know it when I grow up."

　　 Xu Meilin's mother laughed like a barbell.

　　 After doing today’s business, he returned home and had dinner. Wan Feng organized all his belongings in an unpopulated place. He now has nearly fifty yuan in assets in his hand.

　　 Among them, 36 yuan was obtained from selling fish, and the rest was the profit brought by the novel from the fifth day of the first lunar month.

　　 The inconvenient steel sheets were replaced by paper tickets in the cooperative. There were two tickets for Great Unity, two for steelmakers, four for lathes, five for female tractor drivers, and a few gross tickets.

　　 This amount of money is enough for him to make an investment, a decades-long investment.

　　He doesn't know if this thirty-year investment is worthwhile.

　　 If it's not worthwhile, he has to vote.

　　 Xicheng and the blacksmith have rarely come out at night since school started. The adults in their family have not allowed them to come out to play. This makes Wanfeng lonely and widowed to walk westward from his grandmother's house.

The old Li’s house, with only the old couple left, is the place where the half-old children from Dongtou gather at night. Of course, Wanfeng is the most popular person among them, not only because Wanfeng’s mouth can tell them the strange and strange stories they listen to. And Wan Summit sings some songs that they have never heard of.

　　 But at the beginning of this evening, the subject matter has nothing to do with these two things.

　　 "Did you fight with your classmates today? Did you win the fight?" Luan Feng, this lady, is not good, what is the shelf life in her stomach rarely exceeds three minutes.

　　 Wanfeng does not advocate being known by most people. It can be spread in class and school, but the fewer people in the village know, the better. It is not a glorious thing to say.

　　 But there are many people who are interested in this topic, and several pairs of eyes are almost on the Tianling cover.

　　 "You know? Then why didn't you cheer me up?" Since Luan Feng raised it, I can only say it.

　　 "I'm afraid you won't dare to watch it!" Luan Feng seemed a little embarrassed.

　　 "I beat them away, let's not talk about this, how can I get to the county from Wahou?"

　　 "Are you going to the county?"

　　 "Can you be more stupid? I just want to go if I ask? Can't you ask?"

'Yang Qilang' Han Wenhai answered Wanfeng's question: "The shortest way is to take a bus to Xiaogu Mountain, and go back in the morning in the afternoon. The cheapest way to go is to walk back and forth, then you have to get up early and greedy. ."

　　 are still those things in memory, there is no new way to move.

　　 The exact distance from Wahou to Hongya County is 33 miles, including about four miles from Wahou to Xiaogu Mountain, and 29 miles from Xiaogu Mountain on the national highway to the edge of the county.

　　 If you walk on two legs, you really get up early and greedy the dark.

　　 Wanfeng is not that stupid. It only costs more than a dime to take the bus from Xiaogushan to the Hongya Passenger Station, and it only costs more than 30 cents to pay back and forth. He won't tire his legs for the remaining 30 cents.

　　 Xiaogu Mountain is located on the highway between Dongdan City and Bohai City, so many trains pass here every day.

　　 Wanfeng is the Xiaogu Mountain that arrived at around 7 o'clock in the morning. After only ten minutes of waiting, an old-fashioned passenger car with a white top and a red skirt and small windows arrived.

　　 The speed of the passenger car was really speechless at that time, it actually ran for almost half an hour in just thirty miles.

The diagonally opposite door of 　　 passenger terminal is Hongya Post Office~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wanfeng walks out of the passenger terminal and crosses the road into the post office.

　　 The post office is an old-fashioned two-story building. The first floor is the place for postal services and newspaper retail.

　　 As soon as Wanfeng entered the post office, he went straight to the newspaper retail location. Instead of reading those newspapers and publications, he went straight to the stamp area.

　　 "Comrade, do you have a monkey version of the ticket?"

　　 Wanfeng remembers that this edition of stamps was released in mid-February 1980. The specific issue of Wanfeng, which was on sale in mid-February, can’t be remembered.

　　In a small remote town like Hongya County, it takes ten and a half days for stamps to be shipped from BJ. Wanfeng thinks there should be something right here.

　　 The sales clerk is a girl in her twenties. Although she is very mediocre, she is not small. She is playing with her two braids without even looking at Wan Feng. She just raised her hand and pointed.

　　 has the rhyme of Nandi in the Legend of the Condor Heroes.

　　 Has this woman practiced a positive finger?

　　 At that time, the sales clerk in the store or other department was a master-level existence, very awkward.

　　 Wanfeng didn't care about the other person's attitude, but followed the direction of her finger and came to a counter.

　　 There were full-page stamps in the counter, but they were all common public face stamps. One of the full-page stamps, which was red, attracted Wan Feng’s attention immediately.

　　 This is the big monkey stamp he is looking for.

　　 This monkey version of the stamp, code-named T46, was produced by the BJ Stamp Factory at the time, and a total of 16 million pieces were printed. However, after excluding the wrong version of the tickets, only 5 million of them finally circulated on the market.

　　 The full-page stamps have been torn up and retailed by sales departments across the country, and even fewer full-page tickets have been handed down.

　　 In 1980, no one would have thought that a full-page Gengshen monkey ticket would be worth millions in thirty years.