Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

If Wan Feng heard Jiang Jun's rhetoric, he would definitely grab him by the ear and tell him not to steal it. If you steal a melon and jujube, that's the same thing. If you steal a bicycle, you will go directly to the juvenile prison.

When Wan Feng came to Lao Liangtou's house, Lao Liangtou had already picked the melons that Wan Feng needed, and piled them neatly into a small pile.

"I've done the scale, if you don't believe me, just go through it yourself."

There is nothing to believe in this. Old Liangtou can only give him more and not less.

Wan Feng stacked the melons into the basket one by one, and picked some green grass to surround the basket after stacking, which looked like that.

After paying the money, I tried to push the cart.

The box with baskets, melons and popsicles weighs about 80 catties, which is still within the acceptable range.

Despite the fact that he is only thirteen years old this year, his strength and stature have grown considerably over the past few months of unremitting exercise. Compared with himself at the same time in his previous life, he is much stronger than him in his previous life up.

If you go straight north along the mountain road on the mountain ridge, you will find Cuitun after three miles.

Wan Feng pushed the cart through the three-mile journey out of Cuitun to the dirt road leading to the Bravery Commune.

From Cuitun to Yongshi Commune about four miles away is a rural dirt road, but fortunately there is no uphill or downhill. Wan Feng arrived at Yongshi Commune around seven o'clock.

He leaned his bicycle on the wall of the supply and marketing cooperative of the Warrior Commune, glued two red advertisements on the wall of the supply and marketing cooperative with white glue, and then pasted two advertisements at the entrance of the hospital.

Continue to set off, the next goal is the Blue Mountain Farm.

The supply and marketing cooperative of Blue Mountain Farm is also on the side of the road. Wan Feng posted two advertisements, one on the left and one on the right, next to the two gates of the supply and marketing cooperative of Blue Mountain Farm, and came to the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory.

At this time, it was more than ten minutes past seven in the morning, and the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory was crowded with people. Vendors from various commercial outlets in the county made the place bustling.

Wan Feng didn't come here to pick up the goods. He pushed the cart to Hua Wanrong, where the ticket was issued, and took the popsicle box out of the cart.

"Aunt Hua! I put this box with you. I'll come back at noon to get it."

Hua Wanrong was very happy to see Wan Feng, and motioned Wan Feng to take the box to her room.

After Wan Feng sent the box in, he backed out after a brief chat and went straight to Hongya County.

The distance from Blue Mountain Farm to Hongya City is about ten miles, and it took Wan Feng twenty minutes to arrive at the county seat.

Hongya County in the 1980s did not have such a large land area as it is now, and there were no tall buildings. There was only an old street from Miaoling to Nandapo. The length of the old street was about five or six miles, and it was a narrow one.

It is not even as good as the location of a township decades later.

Almost all the enterprises and institutions in Hongya County are located on both sides of this narrow street, with factories next to each other along the avenue.

The purpose of Wan Feng's visit to the county seat was to sell melons and inquire about something by the way.

To sell things is naturally to find the place with the most traffic.

In the 1980s, the number one place with the most people was the farmer's market. At that time, it was still state-owned, and everyone was not allowed to enter to set up stalls. It was impossible for Wan Feng to enter.

The second is near the department store.

The commercial district of Hongya County is concentrated at the intersection of Nandapo, where there are commercial outlets such as Hongya Shopping Mall, No. 2 Department Store, Hardware and Chemicals, and Agricultural Materials Company.

Wan Feng came here and set up his bicycle at the entrance of No. 2 Department Store.

The shops and shopping malls in the 1980s were just ordinary houses, not even buildings. They were no different from the supply and marketing cooperatives in the countryside except that they were bigger and more spacious.

The only building in this area is a two-story movie theater, and then there is the People's Hospital looming in the south. Even the county government at that time did not have a building.

"Cantaloupe cantaloupe! The cantaloupe was just picked this morning. It is cooked and sweet for five cents a catty.

Don't miss it when you pass by! "

Wan Feng's shout turned himself into a monster successfully, and many people looked at him with strange eyes.

The society at that time can be said to have distinct classes, with a clear boundary between workers and farmers, and the status of workers was higher than that of farmers.

Among the workers, there are also high and low levels. The most popular occupations at that time were state cadres, steering wheels, stethoscopes, and salespersons.

This was known as the four great bull pens at that time.

As one of the four big bullpens, the salespersons in the county town all look like uncles, only the domineering attitude of Hengmei Leng pointed at thousands of men, absolutely not the spirit of bowing their heads and being willing to be a bully, whether you like to buy it or not.

Therefore, people like Wan Feng who are smiling and yelling and selling things are fresh like aliens who just came out of the pot.

"My aunts, brothers and sisters, the melons I grow at home are cooked and sweet. If you have any, come and have a look."

A man wearing a gray uniform and a hat with a serious expression and carrying a leather bag, like a small cadre, came to Wan Feng's stall: "Children! Are your melons sweet?"

Seeing someone asking about the price, Wan Feng immediately cheered up: "Cooked and sweet, not sweet, no money."

"Ah! No sweet, no money? Are you bragging?"

"I have melons from my own family. My grandfather has planted melons in the production team for more than ten years. Now that he is old, he grows some melons. Isn't it summer vacation? Let me sell them. It's not sweet and doesn't cost money. If you don't believe me, you can try it. taste."

Wan Feng took out a cantaloupe from the basket, weighed it, and handed it to the cadre-looking person: "You can taste it, but I'm ugly, you can eat it for nothing if it's not sweet, and you have to pay if it's sweet."

The man who looked like a cadre did not hesitate to take the melon and clap his hands, the melon split from the middle with a click, and a fresh fragrance immediately permeated.

"It smells good." The cadre squatted at the base of the wall and took two bites.

"Oh, yes, yes, give me four catties."

That's it.

Wan Feng swiftly weighed four catties of cantaloupe, of course the melons that the cadres ate had to be counted.

The cadre put the melon in his purse, paid the money, and staggered away.

Because someone with the appearance of this cadre acts as a live advertisement, those who watch the excitement will make a move.

"Son, weigh me two catties." A woman who looked like an aunt became Wan Feng's second customer.

The aunt was holding a vegetable basket in her hand, which contained several kinds of vegetables, and Wan Feng put the weighed melons in the basket.

While weighing the scale, she chatted with the aunt in a cute manner, such as how much the vegetables she bought, and yelled twice while taking advantage of the gap.

People kept buying Wanfeng's melons, but they didn't buy much. Most of them were sold for ten cents, and the cadre's two cents deal was the biggest one.

Even so, Wan Feng quickly sold more than 30 catties. According to this speed, he could dispose of all the melons in less than half an hour.

"Children! You are not allowed to sell things here, hurry up and sell them elsewhere!"

Wan Feng was weighing the scale, when an old man with an armband on his arm came over and chased Wan Feng away.

On the armband of the old man's arm were embroidered the three yellow characters "Administrator", and he didn't know what his management was.

If they don't want to sell Wanfeng, they don't insist on it. After finishing the business, they pack up and move their positions.