Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

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Wan Feng thought for a long time but could not come up with a good solution.

Difficult, Su-27 is really not easy to fiddle with.

Let's let it go first and then talk about it, and see if a miracle pops up somewhere one day and it will bring inspiration.

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Day in 1988 unveiled its mysterious veil.

It was a sunny day, the sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was the highest in recent days.

Wan Feng bought eleven big fat pigs, gave five to the Public Security Bureau, gave five to the city government, and kept one for himself.

Of course, it is condolences in name, but it is actually a relationship in the name of condolences.

I don't want them to give me any preferential treatment, as long as I don't come to make trouble, I will burn incense.

Anyway, the pigs were sent there, so they don't have to worry about how to divide Wanfeng.

After Han Guang's family and Li Mingdou sent the pigs away by truck, Wan Feng's own biggest pig was ready to be brought down.

He Xiao, who volunteered to say that he could kill pigs, came on stage, and Wan Feng watched He Xiao kill pigs with great interest.

What he never dreamed of was that He Xiao went down with a knife, and the pig ran away!

That's right, you read that right, the pig was killed by He Xiao and ran away with a knife around his neck.

If it wasn't for Han Meng's sharp eyes and quick hands, he chopped the pig's head with a whip leg and knocked the pig down, the pig might have run for a long time.

"Hahaha! I told you to eat blood sausage, this time it's a flat eggplant, right? Why don't you release some of He Xiao's blood and stuff it with blood sausage?"

Wan Feng gloated at his misfortune, anyway, he didn't like blood sausage, so it didn't hurt him at all.

After talking gloatingly, he began to laugh at He Xiao, saying that He Xiao was a craft of cutting off ears by pigs.

He Xiao was also extremely depressed. He had indeed killed pigs before, but he didn't expect to lose the chain today.

A pig of 360 to 70 jin could obviously receive a pot of blood, but now it seems that even half a pot of pig blood has not arrived, and the large intestine can't be filled, so the small intestine can only be filled.

After the pig was brought down, even those on duty and the workers in the base ate it up.

After more than 30 people stop, a pig can almost do it.

Shamilov probably has a dog's nose, but he came running after smelling it, which made Wan Feng very speechless.

"How do you know that I slaughtered pigs today? Could it be that I have a mole here?"

"There is a fart mole, you Chinese people regard January 1st as a holiday, and you will make a lot of arrangements. I have known it for a long time, and of course I have to come and rub it."

Shamilov is now able to use some of Hua's local dialects with ease, except for the inaccurate tone, the meaning is not bad.

Not only did he express the meaning, but he also mastered the customs of the Chinese people.

"I've settled the matter over there in Khabarovsk. I met Brozov, a very powerful local man there, and his people are in charge of dispatching."

Shamilov was chewing on a large piece of fat meat, and he was uttering inarticulate words like a donkey's sling in his mouth.

The dishes made by Chinese people are better than theirs. Now Shamilov's wish is to find a chef in Huaguo to cook for him.

"Shamilov, I don't care who you ask in Khabarovsk. If something goes wrong, I will only settle accounts with you."

"It's no problem. I settled the accounts that Brozov deserved. Of course you settled accounts with me, and you don't know how he settled accounts with him."

Shamilov did not come alone today, but another person came with him.

Li Mingzhe finally appeared in front of Wan Feng.

He and Dimitri appeared in front of Wan Feng a few days ago, and this guy also looked a little depressed.

But he showed his shining fangs to the pork. This guy ate without any image, as if he had never eaten pork in eight lifetimes.

If I haven't eaten pork, I'm afraid I haven't even seen a pig run.

"I heard from Dimitri that you were invited to eat caviar by Soviet security personnel?"

"It's okay to eat caviar, and I ate a meal of dry bread."

"Huh? Just ate a meal of dry bread? Then how did you survive to this day?"

If a person eats a meal of dry bread while locked up for many days,

It's a miracle that he's still alive.

"I stayed in there for less than a day. I had nothing to do with it. At the beginning, Dimitri took the initiative to find me, and it wasn't me who went looking for him. I was invited in and came out within a few hours."

So that's what happened.

At the wine table, Wan Feng didn't say something to Li Mingzhe, and he planned to wait until the meal was over.

Shamilov went back to his lair contentedly, but Li Mingzhe was kept by Wan Feng.

"I told some people on our side about your coming to Huaguo. In view of your contribution to Huaguo, you can come to Huaguo to settle down. The Linji Yanbian generation is the residential area of ​​the Chaoxian tribe. Can you arrange it there?"

When Li Mingzhe was in Chao County, he naturally knew about the border autonomous prefecture on the Huaguo side, so he nodded in agreement.

"But you won't be able to come to Huaguo to settle down until the end of this year. During this time, I need to do something for me."

Today is January 1st, and it has been eight or eight years.

"Boss, what do you want to do?"

"Didn't you say you could bring Su-27 over?"

Li Mingzhe showed embarrassment: "I was just bragging at the time."

I knew it!

"Then how do you know about Su-27? Many Soviet people don't know about Su-27."

"I knew a Su-27 pilot. Once I invited a Soviet soldier to drink two glasses of wine in a bar. He told me that he was driving the Su-27."

"Then do you still have contact with this pilot?"

"Yes, he often comes to my house to rub wine and drink."

Wan Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and a terrible plan suddenly appeared in his mind.

Planning this guy's mutiny... Bah bah! Rebellion is ugly, but uprising is more elegant.

Since he is the pilot of the Su-27, there is always a time when the stance plane goes to the sky. If he plans his uprising successfully, the distance from Komsomolsk to Khabarovsk is 500 miles, and the Su-27 will come over in one sprint.

This plan can be implemented.

Once the plan is successful, Huaguo will have a prototype of the Su-27, and then follow the gourd drawing, but it can't be built now, and it may be built after two years when the materials come up.

This is a thing that can get huge benefits at a minimum cost.

The pilot estimated that half a million would be enough for him.

Buying a Su-27 for half a million yuan, where in the world can I find such a cheap thing.

Wan Feng calculated quickly in his head, designing each link, looking for the possibility of implementing the plan.

First of all, we must understand the details of the pilot, how many people are in the family, and whether he has any dissatisfaction with the Soviet Union.

It would be nice if he had any dissatisfaction with the Soviet Union in his heart.

Wan Feng calculated one by one, but a question popped up suddenly.

oops! It seems wrong to do so!

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