Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Wan Feng sent the red paper to Luan Feng's house.

This was his first visit to Luan Feng's house.

Luan Feng's father was an ordinary member of the team, and her mother was also an ordinary housewife.

When Wan Feng came, her mother had just gone to wash clothes by the river, and only Luan Feng was waiting for him at home.

What Wan Feng didn't expect was that after delivering the papers, he even acted as a guest model, becoming Luan Feng's first customer after he became a teacher.

Luan Feng took the ruler to measure him, measured up and down, left and right until he got tired of measuring.

"I said how did you learn it? It took you so long to measure a size, can you do it?"

Luan Feng rolled her eyes at Wan Feng: "If the measurement is not good, the fabric may be wasted when cutting, so I have to be careful and careful, turn around!"

What they said was right, Wan Feng was at the mercy of others like a puppet.

After being played around for a long time, Wan Feng finally realized that this woman was not measuring him, she was pinching here and there, grabbing straws to take advantage of him.

People are always boys molesting girls, but when it comes to him, he himself becomes the object of being molested.

Thirty-six plans are the best!

Luan Feng's house was located on the side of the road leading to the east road of the brick and tile factory, so Wan Feng rode his bicycle to the brick and tile factory after leaving Luan Feng's house.

After Luan Feng finished her studies, her bicycle was returned to its original owner.

It will take a few days for the red bricks to come out of the kiln. The people in the brick and tile factory are now concentrating on making the water billet, and the site is very busy.

Wan Feng walked around the blank cutting machine, carefully checked the quality of the water billets coming out of the blank cutting machine, and then transferred to the cement tile workshop.

Zhu Ping is currently in charge of the cement tile workshop, and he leads seven or eight people to make cement tiles.

These people work carefully, trying to avoid defective products.

The two versions of cement tiles designed by Wan Feng were both produced in the shape of a thousand and eight pieces, and they were stacked in two small stacks on the open space outside the cement factory.

This is basically a stereotyped product.

In another house, Yang Fusheng, who specializes in writing couplets during the Chinese New Year in this village, is splashing ink and copying the advertisements written by Wan Feng, and he has already copied dozens of them.

Zhang Hai got a flower mirror from somewhere and pretended to read the advertisement copied by Yang Fusheng.

The words on the red paper are the size of a matchbox, and he wears a pair of glasses, isn't that a pretense!

You wear flower glasses with such big characters, and you will be struck by lightning if you don’t hit a tree when you go out.

"I said Uncle Zhang Hai, you wear glasses for such a big character, what do you want my nephew to say about you?"

"Doesn't this seem learned?"

"Bah! Who are you showing it to?"

Zhang Hai took off his eyes from the bridge of his nose and returned them to Yang Fusheng: "I'm getting dizzy wearing this thing."

deserve it! This is the authentic looking for eggplant without eggs.

"Nephew! I'm still a little worried. Will posting this stuff attract business?"

"Of course!" Wan Feng answered with certainty.

"Then I'll send people around to post it tomorrow."

"Give me ten. I'm going to the commune tomorrow. I might go to the Blue Mountain Farm. I'll post a few."

Zhang Hai picked up ten advertisements and gave them to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng went to Blue Mountain Farm tomorrow to sell popsicles. He spent a lot of money on himself and on Luan Feng, and the money was not much but less.

This must be made up for, and there will be more places to spend money in the future. At least the sewing machine can't be less than fifty yuan even if it is the cheapest price.

Sitting at home, money will never come. In his previous life, Wan Feng’s creed was that no pie would fall from the sky. In this life, he plans to inherit this creed. At least if he has this creed in his heart, he will not be deceived.

So starting tomorrow, he will start a new money-making model.

Xiaorenshu has already found two agents,

I don't have to worry about it at all, the only thing I can use myself is to collect the money for a few days and then clean up the broken glass.

Recently, the collection of cullets has also decreased, and it took him more than half a month to send them to the glass wool factory.

So he is going to look for new business opportunities by selling popsicles and riding donkeys to find donkeys during the holiday.

After finishing the advertisement and walking out of the house, Wan Feng pushed his bicycle along the east road to go home, but when he turned his head, his eyes looked at the mountain ridge between the two teams in Wahouwaqian.

If he remembered correctly, he remembered that Jiang Jun's family lived on the other side of the mountain ridge. Anyway, he decided to visit Jiang Jun when he was free.

This guy is on vacation, and if he is idle, he may have a relapse. Didn't this guy steal Lao Liangtou's cantaloupe a few days ago!

Thinking of this, Wan Feng's eyes brightened, and he put the bicycle on the open space outside the workshop without even thinking about it.

"Uncle! Ride your bicycle back when you get off work."

After Zhu Ping agreed in the room, Wan Feng ran up the mountain ridge.

The direction of this mountain ridge is from south to north, and the terrain becomes lower as it goes north. At the junction between the back of the depression and the east end, there is only a small cliff about seven or eight meters high. Pass under this small cliff.

To the north, this mountain ridge is getting more and more useless, but to the south, it looks a bit steep, with woods and cultivated land on the top of the mountain.

Old Liangtou's home is on a flat land on the top of the mountain.

There is only a lonely three-room house here, and Lao Liangtou and his wife live here.

This old man has been playing with melons and fruits in the Waqian team since he was middle-aged, and then he played with melons and fruits by himself when he was old, which can be regarded as playing with melons and fruits all his life.

It was still far away from Lao Liangtou's house, and the air was filled with the unique fragrance of cantaloupe.

Wan Feng took a deep breath, too intoxicated.

In his last life, his favorite food was cantaloupe, which reached the point where he couldn't get enough of it, but he didn't feel much about other melons such as watermelon.

When approaching Lao Liangtou's territory, Wan Feng discovered that the area of ​​the hilltop on the top of the mountain was about three mu, surrounded by sorghum millet and other crops, and in the middle were all melons.

A vigorous old man rushed out of the house with a dung fork in his hand. He rushed to Wan Feng like the wind, and the dung fork stared majestically at Wan Feng.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

This is treating yourself as a thief.

Seeing the old Liang's face as if facing a formidable enemy, Wan Feng wanted to laugh very much, but when the thought of laughing didn't match the current atmosphere, he held back.

"Old man, I want to see if your melon is ripe?"

"If you're not familiar with it, let's go."

To deceive ghosts, the melons in this garden are already partially ripe based on the aroma that permeates the air.

"Hey, you old man, I sent you money but you drove me away. You really don't take the God of Wealth seriously."

The old man rolled his eyes: "Little Naihuangzi has a serious tone, and you are still the God of Wealth? You don't look like the God of Wealth."

If you don't give this old man some flair, he'll think we're here to beg for food.

Wan Feng took out a handful of colorful bills from his pocket: "Old man, bring some of your best melons to taste."