Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Starting from twelve o'clock in the evening of the 30th, the new year of the lunar calendar officially kicks off.

Therefore, it has become a custom to set off firecrackers to welcome the New Year around eleven o'clock in the evening.

Of course, this custom may not necessarily exist all over the country, but it is so established in southern Liaoning.

In fact, from around nine o'clock, firecrackers went off everywhere.

This is set off by those enterprises where the factory owner does not live in the enterprise. These big and small bosses will go home after setting off the purple firecrackers of the enterprise in advance.

The firecrackers of the Nanwan Group had already been set off at this time, Zhou Liming was in charge of these matters, and Wan Feng was very relieved that he didn't have to go to Nandawan.

He set off firecrackers at home with peace of mind.

It is not an easy task to release two-thirds of the 30,000 yuan firecrackers all at once.

Wan Feng was in charge of transporting the firecrackers from the warehouse dedicated to setting off firecrackers to the middle of the yard, his father and Luan Feng were in charge of setting them off, and Wan Chongyang was in charge of booing.

He told Xiao Wanfeng not to let him let it go, but let him put a fireworks or something more than ten meters away.

The Wan family started to turn purple from 11:18, and the two of them, together with Luan Feng and Wan Chongyang, were three and a half people until almost twelve o'clock.

Zhang Xuan set up a camera to record the beautiful scenery in the sky. As for Princess Wanjia, even if the guns rumbled outside, the mountains shook and the ground shook, the moon was still sleeping, the birds were dim, and the begonias were red in the curtain.

After turning purple and eating the New Year's Eve dinner, Wan Feng went upstairs to sleep with his daughter in his arms.

As for the matter of keeping the year old, whoever likes to keep it, he can't keep it until dawn.

The first day of the lunar new year is the first day of the Lunar New Year. Everyone will say the most auspicious words and put the best smile on their faces when they meet.

But when a certain person opened his eyes in the morning on the first day of the new year, three hands appeared in front of his eyes.

That's right, three hands.

Come to ask for a red envelope.

Wan Yu hasn't realized the importance of money yet, and in three or four years, someone will have another hand in front of him.

Someone originally wanted to sigh, but thinking that today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, it is not easy to sigh, so he replaced the sigh with a dry laugh.

He reached for his cotton jacket and took out a handful of red envelopes from it.

Luan Feng has one Zhang Xuan and one son.

Luan Feng's and Zhang Xuan's red envelopes were all brand new bundles of 100-yuan bills, one red envelope could hold 10,000 yuan, and any more would break the red envelope.

And there is only one hundred yuan ticket in the son's red envelope.

In Jiangwei's generation, the amount of lucky money for children is relatively small.

Many rich people give children five hundred and one thousand New Year's money.

Wan Feng never gave his son a lot of money nor asked his parents to give him too much money.

As for Wan Feng, he didn't want to give it yet. He used to give ten or eight yuan during the Chinese New Year and it was over. This year it is considered a lot.

It is not a good thing for a child to have too much money. We must let him develop the spirit of hard work from an early age, so as not to become a prodigal son in the future.

Luan Feng naturally thinks it's too little, she doesn't think it's too much for this girl, she can't take it anymore.

It's still good for Zhang Xuan, who has never complained about receiving as much as he gives.

Going downstairs to give New Year's money to parents is naturally a red envelope per person, which is also 10,000 yuan per person.

The rest of the red envelopes are not 10,000 yuan, but 50 yuan.

This is for those village children who pay their own New Year greetings.

Wan Shuichang happily took the red envelope, and took out one from it to give to his grandson, and Zhu Min did the same.

In a blink of an eye, Wan Chongyang had three hundred yuan, and he ran away with a cheer.

Regardless of whether it was the previous life or this life, Wan Feng discovered a phenomenon, that is, the weather on the first day of the Lunar New Year is mostly sunny and sunny.

There is very little wind and snow.

Of course, it refers to the weather in the north. He has never been to the south during the Chinese New Year, so he doesn't know what the weather in the south is like during the Chinese New Year.

The first day of this year was no exception. Wan Feng walked out of the house at around 7 o'clock in the morning.

The sunlight floated from the clouds like countless warm wings, and after circling 360 degrees, it turned into feathers and covered Wan Feng's body, making him feel warm all over.

Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan hurriedly dragged Wan Feng to the Cultural Palace.

"What are you doing?"

"Go to the art exhibition."

"Didn't it mean tomorrow?"

"What about tomorrow and today, isn't it the same one day earlier or one day later?"

There are masterpieces handed down from generation to generation by Luan Feng in the art exhibition, she is understandably anxious, but Zhang Xuan followed along to join in the fun.

"I'll follow along to have a look. Sister Feng said that she drew some beautiful paintings."

"Idiot! You can believe what she says."

"No foul language today."

So, someone was escorted to the Cultural Palace by two women's soldiers like a prisoner of war.

There are still a lot of people in the Cultural Palace, and the most crowded one is the park in the middle of the Cultural Palace.

The Cultural Palace is a ring-shaped building with an open-air blank area in the middle, forming a park.

But now I don't know who came up with a bad idea to build a concrete ice rink in this place that was originally a park.

At this time, there were about a dozen children and youths skating on the ice, wearing roller shoes and speeding on the ice rink.

The roller skating rink is surrounded by iron railings about the height of an adult's chest. Many people rest their arms on the railings to watch the people in the rink skate on the cold ice.

Wan Feng hadn't been to the Cultural Palace a few times since it was completed, and he didn't even know where the art exhibition room of the Cultural Palace was.

Luan Feng dragged Wan Feng up to the third floor, where he saw paintings by Jiangwei peasant painters in a large room with an area of ​​about four to five hundred square meters.

Not to mention, there are not too few people here, there are about twenty or thirty people here and there.

When he got here, Wan Feng broke free from the arms bound by the two women all the way.

Finally be free.

Wan Feng tried his best to present himself as an artist with his hands behind his back, but he gave up this plan after seeing a few paintings.

If he is a real artist, to see this kind of painting in a gallery is like plastering the artist's name.

He didn't mean to look down on peasant paintings in this way, but the peasant paintings he saw were too weird.

Even if you don't understand what 3D is, you can't paint pigs in the sky.

Peasant paintings are usually in 2D effect, which makes the distant view seem to be painted in the sky.

This painting shows a pig in the distant background, and the pig looks like it is flying in the sky.

Not to mention that the pig is very cute, the expression seems to say: See, I can fly into the sky.

Wan Feng was amused by the painting.

Take a look at the author: Phoenix Nirvana.

Why did this come out as a net name?

"Mr. Wan! Have you taken a fancy to this painting?"

A staff member of the Cultural Palace, a little girl with dimples on her face, asked with a smile.

"This painting looks very festive. I'm going to buy it. How much is it?"

"one thousand!"

"One thousand? Who is so bold? Is this a plan to rob?"

"Mr. Wan! A big boss like you won't lower your status if you say such a thing?"

oops! Whose little girl is this? You are so brave, you dare to teach Boss Wan a lesson!

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