Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 Liang Wan looked at Wan Feng riding a bicycle with envy: "I can't think of your little **** who really made this mess out, I really don't know what's in your head."

　　 "Shall I sell it to you for eighty yuan?"

　　 "What! You spent three yuan to buy a car for eighty yuan and sell it to me? Little chicken cock, your heart is too dark." Liang Wanhuo.

Wan Feng curled his lips: "Uncle Liang Wan, can you tell me this nonsense? I change the rim and change the tire. Isn't it money? I take it to Gushan Machinery Factory to flatten the shelf at no cost? It's just that you eat the fruit. And popsicles fell from the sky, it's all money!"

　　 "Then tell me how much you spent?"

　　 "It's more than thirty yuan."

　　 In fact, Wanfeng counted all the expenses, and it only cost less than 25 yuan. The big part here is two sets of inner and outer tires, which cost more than a dozen yuan.

　　 In the 1980s, the retail price of a Baishan was about 100 to 110. As for the Flying Pigeon Permanent Phoenix Red Flag, it was all around 150 yuan, and it also required a ticket.

　　 Anyway, Wan Feng spent more than 20 yuan to pack up a bicycle that can run. This is an amazing thing.

　　 "It's only more than thirty dollars, do you dare to sell me eighty with a black heart? Your conscience is badly broken."

　　 Wanfeng chuckled: "If you give me your daughter for nothing, my bicycle will be given to you for nothing."

　　 "I'm really ready to think about this issue. I think my Huazi will really have a good life with you in the future."

　　 That is certain, but the two sides have no fate.

　　 After Wanfeng rode his bicycle back to the Wa, although it was a little bit tricky to ride the big pole, it still felt very good.

　　 My uncle and my aunt saw Wanfeng riding a strange bicycle back, and their eyes almost flew out.

　　 Zhuping wanted to buy a car for a long time, but hadn't saved enough money for several years, but the nephew did not say anything to get a car back.

　　 They have seen this broken car, but they never thought it could run.

　　 "When I was in school, the right to use this car was the two of you, but it must be under my command when I am at home."

　　 Today is Sunday, and Wan Feng’s bicycle is under his command when he is on vacation. My brother-in-law can only look at him with dry eyes.

　　 Those children in Dongtou were so envious that they ran wildly behind Wanfeng’s bicycle.

　　 "Don't follow me, don't care if you run over me."

Wan Feng made two laps in the east end. When the handlebar was tilted, he turned into the ditch. He was going to a place, to be exact, a family. The home of the person he was going to lived in the southernmost part of the ditch and was in the ditch. The family with the highest terrain, his family is almost living on the top of the mountain beam between Wahou and Shanhou.

Wanfeng arrived at the southernmost end of the ditch. When he got out of the car and was about to go up the mountain, he looked up and saw many people gesticulating at the location of the brick factory. At the same time, some members were moving stone bricks to the site. .

　　 There are still a few bicycles parked by the field.

　　 It turned out that the brigade cadres came to the Wa and then inspected it.

　　 This has nothing to do with Wanfeng, he still pushes his bicycle up the mountain.

　　 Sunday is happy for most students. They fly freely on Sunday like a bird with wings spread out.

　　 But for Yuan Yimin, it is completely different.

　　Because Sunday is his time for Lao Tzu to rest, he is always scared to have his Lao Tzu at home.

　　 He doubted whether his old man would laugh, he remembered that he hadn't seen him laugh since he was sensible, even if he returned to the village, it would be a cold car.

　　He works in an on-site printing factory, and only rides home on Saturday afternoon a week. He goes to the county town on Monday morning, and usually lives in the factory dormitory.

　　 He didn't know why he was afraid when he saw his dad. As long as he was at home, he was like a mouse with a cat by his side. He didn't dare to act rashly.

　　 Yuan Yimin lay in his room boredly looking at the street in a daze. The books in front of him were completely pretending. He had already finished his homework, but he did not dare to go out to play.

　　 He wanted to go out and play in the vast world.

　　 I should have rented two little books yesterday and peeked at them.

　　 When he thinks of renting a book, he thinks of that nasty deskmate. When this **** copies my homework rental book every day, he doesn't have any discount. The **** is nothing too special!

　　 Yuan Yimin turned his fear of his father into a grudge against someone.

　　 The next time you rent a book, you must write that Wanfeng is a puppy or Wanfeng is a bitch...

　　 Just thinking of this, Yuan Yimin suddenly found a figure flashing in front of his house, and then a person appeared at his door.

　　 Damn, why are you thinking about the bastard, the **** is here.

　　 Yuan Yimin sprang up from the kang and rushed out with lightning speed, and stopped Wanfeng, who was about to enter the door after his bicycle was parked, at the gate.

　　 "Bad son! Didn't I copy my homework to you every day? Why come to my house to file a complaint?"

　　 Wanfeng looked at Yuan Yimin with a bitter face and drank and smiled: "Comrade, didn't I tell you not to be too gloomy as a human being? I just came to your house to complain to you Laozi? Can you not be affectionate."

　　 Yuan Yimin was confused: "Why did you come to my house without complaining?"

　　 "Didn't I say that I should ask you something, I have nothing to do with you, do you have a dog?"

As soon as Wan Feng’s voice fell, a barking cry came from under his feet. He looked down and saw a little milk dog who was not much older than a cat cub staring at him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The puppy's expression was very different. Fierce, grinning at Wan Feng, but Wan Feng grabbed a flower in front of him and lifted it high.

　　 The puppy immediately picked up his tail, indicating that he had a fear of heights.

　　 "Take me to see you Lao Tzu."

　　 "Are you sure you didn't come to file a complaint?" Yuan Yimin asked again, worried.

　　 "The heart of the villain."

　　 Yuan Yimin’s old son, Yuan Hai, was sitting on the kang reading a very thick book. When the door rang, his son Yuan Yimin and a student who was about the same height as his son walked in.

　　 "Dad! This is my tablemate Wanfeng, Zhu Xianyu's grandson, he wants you to ask something."

　　 After Yuan Yimin's introduction, Wan Feng immediately climbed up the pole: "Hello, Uncle Yuan!"

　　 Yuan Hai nodded without speaking.

　　 "Yimin said that you are the director of a printing factory, and I want to ask you something about printing."

　　 Yuan Yimin's heart burst behind Wan Feng, and the **** really framed him. When did he say that his father became the director of the factory?

　　 "The kid is not clear about nonsense, I am not the factory manager, but the workshop director of the printing workshop."

　　 The workshop director is also very good, and he can be regarded as a person with real power in the factory, although the power is a bit smaller.

　　 "Uncle Yuan! May I ask you something?"

　　 "What are you asking?"

　　 "What products does your printing plant mainly print now?"

　　 Yuan Hai is very surprised that a kid asks this why? However, there is a rare person to accompany him to relieve his boredom and chat, so he answers.

　　 "What else can be printed, the workbooks you use for school, the calendar headers that every family has, and all the ledgers used in factories, mines and rural areas, that's all."

　　 Wanfeng calculated it, and only these things could be printed in that era.