Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Now that Wan Feng holds the 600-foot cloth ticket, he feels like a rich man. It just so happens that his business is currently in a window of opportunity. Next, it is time to plan the use of these cloth tickets.

However, after returning to Wahou, Wan Feng did not plan to distribute tickets. Instead, he called two fifteen or sixteen-year-old students from Shangdongtou to push his grandma's two-wheeled cart to the rubber dam.

The water in the river was still turbid, and Wan Feng was still terrified when he saw it, so he tried to look at the water as little as possible.

There are no fewer people gathered here than yesterday at the rubber dam, and there are occasional cannon shots in the river.

Yesterday, many fish sellers knew Wan Feng, and when they saw the kid coming again, they sent their fish to Wan Feng for Wan Feng to choose.

As long as the water in the river does not subside completely, these fishermen will exist, and then he will have money to earn. He is now in the period of primitive accumulation, earning a penny is a penny and a piece is a piece.

This time, Wan Feng relaxed the size of the fish he collected, and he also collected some small fish, such as fathead, catfish, and sandfish, for two cents a catty, and those silver carp and carp were bought in large quantities.

However, he does not harvest blindly with his eyes closed, he mainly collects those fish that are still alive and vigorous.

This kind of fish has a relatively long storage period, at least until tomorrow morning without any problems.

In just over an hour, he collected about 200 catties of fish.

If it weren't for the help of some kids from the Wahou team who were here to watch the excitement, he and the two people he called couldn't push back at all.

The big laundry tub at grandma’s house couldn’t hold the fish that Wan Feng collected at all, so Wan Feng borrowed all the pots from the neighbors that were big enough, and the fish in the pots in the yard were all crackling.

The ducks in grandma's house were collectively excited, thinking that this was a dinner prepared for them, and they squawked wildly.

Wan Feng hurriedly found some covers and put them on, the damned duck immediately regarded Wan Feng as an enemy, and chased after Wan Feng.

If I feed the fish I worked so hard to collect, you will lose your wife and even your children.

With so many fish, of course my family has to eat it. A six or seven catties of black carp is full of aroma from being stewed by grandma, and one end of the cornmeal pancake is burnt yellow, and one end becomes greasy because it is soaked in fish soup.

Wan Feng likes to eat this kind of pancake that is a bit burnt on one side, but he sneers at the steamed chili that my uncle likes to eat.

My brother-in-law’s favorite steamed chili is to put the whole chili in shrimp paste and steam it on the curtain of the pot. It smells like shrimp.

In Wan Feng's view, this is simply ruthless pollution of the atmosphere.

"Uncle, if you don't eat fish, you have to eat chili, and it's still the stinky shrimp sauce. Are you a born bitch?"

Zhu Ping shook his head: "Just because you don't like it doesn't mean that others don't like it, I just like this."

"Okay! Great, when I come back from buying meat, grandma, you can get my brother-in-law steamed peppers with shrimp paste. If he dares to eat a bite of meat, I will dig it out for you."

At the mention of meat, Zhuping's eyes turned red: "I just love meat, and I haven't eaten meat since Chinese New Year."

"Hehe, then you are not as good as Liang Wan. I have taken him to restaurants twice, and he also likes meat." Wan Feng purposely annoyed his uncle.

"Ah! Really, why don't you take me to a restaurant someday?" Zhu Ping said pitifully.

"Let's talk about it later."

Wan Feng ate a pancake, and his whole body seemed to be transparent, as if he had been opened up to Ren Du's second channel.

Touching his round belly, he sat happily on a stone at the back door and looked at the still muddy river not far away.

In a blink of an eye, he has been living at his grandma's house for almost half a year, and he doesn't know how his parents, who are thousands of miles away, are doing now.

Two days ago, my mother sent a letter saying that everything was fine and she urged Wan Feng to study hard.

study well?

Oops, it seems that he hasn't written a single stroke of his summer homework since he was on vacation. It is obviously unrealistic to expect to write by himself.

How could he have the time to write that stuff now.

It is necessary to hire a gunman, who should be hired?

There are only four people in the Wahou team and his classmates, including him, Yuan Yimin, Liang Hua, and a girl named Yu Jing.

Yu Jing didn't meet him at all, so he had to choose between Yuan Yimin and Liang Huazhong.

"Aren't you going to the movies?" Before Wan Feng could choose who to hire as the shooter, his uncle's voice came from behind.

"Where is the movie going?"

"Dashutun."

It has been a long time since the Jiangwei team had their turn to act in a movie, and today it is finally their turn, but it is a pity that they are far away in Dashutun.

too far.

Wan Feng didn't want to go at first, but he thought that that ghostly woman Luan Feng would definitely go. If he didn't go, he might kill his grandma's house in the middle of the night to ask his teacher about his crimes.

Is it happiness or distress to have such a girlfriend? It's not clear whether it's Wan Feng.

Walking out of the house, Wan Feng and some older children from Dongtou walked towards Dashutun. When they passed Lao Li's house, to Wan Feng's surprise, Luan Feng didn't come out.

Is this guy busy at home or has he left with the people in the ditch?

People from the back of the mountain, the back of the valley and the people from the front of the valley formed a long snake formation on the country road leading to Dashutun. The parents are short, chickens, ducks, geese and dogs, and the frogs in the rice fields beside the road are really lively.

What left Wan Feng speechless was that almost all the women in Wahou were wearing knockoff sportswear with two bars on their arms. They were all imposing and heroic, forming a unique scenery.

The eyes of the young male beasts turned back and forth on these levers, and the girls behind the mountain and in front of the valley were all jealous, chattering so that they were greedy.

Wan Feng saw that ghost woman in those bars. She put her arm on the shoulder of a girl surnamed Li behind the pit, twisted her beautiful water snake waist, and tilted her head back to secretly make faces at Wan Feng.

Wan Feng's heart surged with tenderness in an instant, but there was a vicious expression on his face.

Jiang Jun had been standing by the side of the road at Waqian team headquarters, and when he saw Wan Feng coming, he ran over to join Wan Feng's team.

Seeing Jiang Jun Wanfeng slow down and distance himself from the large army.

"How's the result today?"

"According to the route you told me, it was really sold out by the time the yellow circle arrived. It was not yet one o'clock in the afternoon, and I made two yuan and twenty cents." Jiang Jun looked smug.

This is the line practiced by Lao Tzu, how can it be false.

"Did you do what I said? Just buy cigarettes for Ma Huan."

"I bought him a box of Warriors."

Warriors smoked for 13 cents, although it was a bit cheap, but it was enough to manage Ma Huan's grade.

"What effect did it have?"

Jiang Jun put his mouth close to Wan Feng's ear: "He gave me twenty extra popsicles."

Fuck, there are only twenty! Fuck me, if there are less than 30 sticks and I can't finish with him, this damn Ma Huan will also watch others order dishes?

It is necessary to set up a little barrier between him and Yang Yu, to let him know that our Jiangwei people are not easy to bully.

It would be a little fulfilling for Wan Feng to make a well-known thief on the right track from now on. There are many people in the city who should be grateful to him.