Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

There are two trips to Jiangwei every day, one at ten o'clock in the morning and one at three in the afternoon.

When Wan Feng arrived at the mouth of the bay, Xu Bin was sitting under the awning at the entrance with a fan in one hand and a soft drink in the other.

The car came to a screeching halt in front of Xu Bin.

"You tell Yuanyuan that the goods were taken away by the car of Zhang Shiqian's team yesterday afternoon."

Xu Bin didn't pay attention to what Wan Feng said, his attention was all on the motorcycle under Wan Feng's crotch.

"What kind of motorcycle is this?"

"New car, now I don't know what it's called."

Xu Bin walked around the motorcycle and became interested in the handlebars.

"Why is this handlebar like this?"

"This is the prince. As for why it is called the prince? I don't know."

"When will it come out, I'll get one."

"Don't count on this year, next year. Hey! How long have you been chatting with Yuanyuan every day?" Wan Feng remembered Xu Bin's phone bill.

Xu Bin said cheerfully, "We didn't talk for long, only ten or eight minutes."

Don't let the other ten or eight minutes hear you.

It's only a few days before the end of the month, when the phone bill comes, will Xu Bin cry?

"Brother! Why are you laughing like a ghost? There must be nothing good."

"Crap, what does your mother cook for lunch? Do you have pancakes?"

The standard of living here in Jiangwei is high, and now I can’t even eat cornmeal pancakes if I want to.

He hadn't seen what a cornbread looked like in over a month.

Tofu stewed with cabbage is the most delicious thing in Wan Feng's eyes.

Xu Bin shook his head: "No, it's just steamed vegetable dumplings."

"What face?"

If it's cornmeal, he's going to make do with it here.

"White flour."

Wan Feng kicked on fire, turned his head and walked away.

What's so good about white noodles' vegetable dumplings.

Is this a bit crazy?

It will take another three years for the food stamps to be cancelled. Only when the food stamps are canceled will it prove that the Chinese people can have enough to eat.

When some people haven't had enough to eat, he here dislikes white flour and rice.

Gone!

At the gate of the garment factory, Wan Feng went in to find Luan Feng.

"Shall I go to your house for dinner tonight?"

Luan Feng was delighted when she heard it: "Say! What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat cornbread."

"What? Do you want corn pancakes?" Luan Feng didn't like to eat that. She had had enough corn porridge and corn pancakes since she was a child.

She doesn't even think about not eating in this life.

"If you want dead noodles, don't leave them. It's better to be a little mushy, so you don't need to do anything with the dishes. Stewed cabbage with tofu will do."

Luan Feng was discouraged on the spot: "You are easy to support."

"I've only eaten rice and white noodles for two days, and you want to eat pancakes? Are you a born slut?" Jiang Min joked on the sidelines.

"What are you talking about? This is called not forgetting the original! Don't think that after a few good days, you forget the past. Besides, eating more coarse grains is good for people, especially you women, be careful about growing belly every day. Don't blame me for not telling You, if your waist is as thick as a bucket in the future, your Yan Ling might kick you one day."

"He dares!"

After dinner, Wan Feng rode his motorcycle back to the factory. Chen Dao and the others were still waiting for the prototype test, so it was good for him to talk about it outside.

As soon as Wan Feng returned the prototype car to Chen Dao, the guard at the door came to tell Wan Feng that someone was looking for it outside.

Wan Feng followed the guards all the way to the gate of the factory, and saw not too tall but very stocky people standing at the gate.

Look at the age of twenty-five or six, wearing ordinary clothes.

Wan Feng didn't know him.

"You looking for me? Who are you?"

The visitor looked a little embarrassed: "Are you Wan Feng?"

Wan Feng nodded.

"My name is Wan Qianxiang."

know who is coming.

As soon as Wan Feng heard it, he took a step forward and shook the other party's hand: "Brother! You are here."

Uncle Wan Shuiquan's family boss.

"Oh! This relative just walks around,

If you don't know where to meet, you don't even know when you meet and fight. Brother! when did you come? "

"When I first arrived, I took the group of small guests just now."

"I was chatting with them on the side of the road just now, but I didn't recognize them even if I saw them! Did you go to see grandma?"

Wan Qianxiang was a little embarrassed: "I didn't find my uncle's house."

Wan Feng wondered: "This is impossible!"

"It seems that no one knows the name Wan Shuiming outside, but everyone knows you, so I came to you."

It turned out to be like this.

The name Wan Shuiming is indeed not known to many people here, even though he has worked in Nandawan for two years.

Apart from working in the factory, he seldom goes out and walks around at ordinary times, and his life is relatively low-key.

Usually when I go out to buy food or something, I am an old lady.

It is said that there may be someone who can know the old aunt, but asking him is not like air.

Speaking of his Shuiming hardware... Few people who don't go to Nandawan probably know about it.

Fortunately, it has the same surname, otherwise Wan Qianxiang would not know if he would be able to find the place until dark.

"You haven't found the old uncle's house yet? I'll go! That's it! Just pass by the gate of his factory."

Wan Feng stretched out his hand and pointed to the north. Below the garment factory is Wan Shuiming's small factory, which is only more than 100 meters away.

"I'll take you."

Wan Feng took Wan Qianxiang's hand to the gate of Wan Shuiming's small factory.

"Grandma! Who do you see coming?"

As soon as he entered the factory gate, Wan Feng raised his voice loudly.

Grandma stuck her head out from the kitchen on the second floor: "Grandson! Who's here?"

"Your grandson is here."

"I know you're here, who's who?"

"That's your grandson too, your eldest grandson, my eldest brother in my uncle's family."

Now that Wan Qianxiang is here, Wan Feng can only be the second grandson.

Wan Shuiming also just came out of the workshop, and the eldest nephew in question came and ran over.

Wan Qianxiang probably grew up so old that he hadn't called grandma before, and it took him a long time to call out grandma.

"This is the first time I've seen my eldest grandson, he's grown up so much, is he married yet?" Grandma murmured, her eyes full of love and compassion.

It turned out that this was the first time the eldest brother saw grandma, no wonder it took so much effort to call grandma.

Wan Qianxiang was obviously not good at words, and for a long time he just mechanically answered the questions of his grandmother and uncle, which made the scene a bit awkward.

"Aunt! What are you doing for lunch?"

Because Wan Shuiming's small factory opened early, almost all the workers in the factory are nearby. The furthest from the Crouching Tiger Team and Liu Tunwang's family is only three miles away.

So they all go home for lunch at noon, and there is no canteen in the factory, so the old aunt can just take care of her own family.

"The rice is ready, but the dishes haven't been cooked yet."

"You don't have to do it. I'll go to the Wankou Restaurant to order some dishes. Big brother! You guys chat first, uncle, I'll be back in a while."

Wan Feng ran out of the factory to the garment factory and drove the Volga out to the Hongying Hotel.

Shuashuashua ordered ten hard dishes.