Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The afternoon passed quickly. After school, Wan Feng walked back with Jiang Jun, Yuan Yimin, An Bo and Chen Wenxin with his schoolbag on his back.

This time Wan Feng didn't go back to his grandma's house first, but walked into the back street of the Waqian team from the team headquarters of the Waqian team with his schoolbag and Chen Wenxin on his back.

The back street of the Waqian team is at the end of Xiaonan Mountain, and you will arrive at the old youth spot of the Wahou team through Waqianqian Street and up the hill.

"You really don't welcome me to visit your house?" Wan Feng asked at the door of Chen Wenxin's house.

"Not welcome." Chen Wenxin quickly stood in front of the gate of her house and stood in front of the door, pretending to be the door god, as if I was guarding the border for the motherland.

"Women are really white-eyed wolves. Turning faces is faster than turning pages. It's not uncommon for me not to welcome me."

Wan Feng pouted and turned to his aunt's new house.

My aunt’s new house now looks like a house. The gables on both sides have been built neatly, and the house frame has also been raised. Wang and his son rode on the house frame and nailed the purlins.

Because the roof needs to be tiled, both the rafters and the purlins are relatively dense, otherwise the load will not work.

There are only four or five bricklayers here, led by Zhang Guangpu, who are slipping seams on the gable wall.

"Master, how many of you are here?"

"The rest of the people are plastering the ground under the mountain. Is the floor of this house also plastered with cement?"

Wan Feng nodded: "Yeah! Also wipe the concrete floor."

When all the households in the countryside were on the ground, and my aunt's house was plastered with concrete, Wan Feng thought it was quite impressive.

"When the beam is finished,

We just cleaned up the house, did you notice it when you went to the beam? "

"My little future uncle went to see it on the Liangshan day, I didn't ask clearly."

"Beam erecting is a big event, and it must not be sloppy. The things that need to be purchased have to be purchased. If you don't understand, you have to ask the master carpenter."

The event of raising the beam was a lot in Wan Feng’s last life, but in the later period, almost no houses were built in the countryside, and they all went to the towns to live in buildings. The ceremony of raising the beam gradually became rare, and he did not remember many joints in the middle. up.

Just as Mr. Wang got off the beam, Wan Feng grabbed the old man and asked.

Mr. Wang started the lecture in a nonchalant manner like a commentary, from choosing a date to choosing a beam to singing songs, setting off firecrackers and throwing small steamed buns.

"I've already selected the main beam for you, and it's very good to have one in the pine forest behind."

Willow, poplar, birch and other woods are taboo for main beams, and pine is usually used in this area.

There is a small red pine forest more than 30 meters behind my aunt's new house. It was planted by the first batch of educated youths who came here to jump in the queue. The tree is about ten years old and the thickness is just right.

Mr. Wang even took Wan Feng to the pine forest to have a look.

What the old man took a fancy to was the largest bowl-thick red pine on the east side of the pine forest. It was straight and not bent at all, with luxuriant branches and leaves facing the east.

Wan Feng also took a fancy to this tree.

"That's it!"

After choosing the main beam, Wanfeng wrote a few gossips with Mr. Wang, and then went down the mountain to Luanfeng's house.

Several bricklayers from Luan Feng's house were mopping the floor of the building, and it was almost finished.

Wan Feng leaned on the window and took a look inside. The walls inside were painted with white ash, looking bright.

He was about to take a second look, but the smell of paint on the window frame drove him away.

The smell of the paint is poisonous, so it won't hurt to stay away.

Meiying and Liqing have already returned to Black Lagoon, and the room seems to be quite deserted.

Wan Feng didn't stay in the house, joking with a few girls before coming out, and went home with his schoolbag on his back.

During the meal, Wan Feng asked his aunt: "Is Jiang Li going to see the day? This side is starting to prepare for the beam, why is there nothing wrong with him?"

"I'll ask tomorrow."

"Don't ask tomorrow, you can ask tonight."

Zhu Yan put on a shy posture, and Wan Feng curled his lips in anger.

"I want you to ask him to see if the day is right, and I don't want you to hug him..." Thinking that grandpa was still sitting by the side, he stopped talking.

"Let him prepare copper coins, red cloth, buckets, sorghum, steamed buns, etc. I have to worry about these things. By the way, the copper coins are best bought in Shunzhi. If you can't find Shunzhi Taiping, you can do whatever you want. .”

He is in charge of building a house, so should he worry about these cat-headed and dog-eared things!

"If the new house is built well, it won't be empty." Zhu Yan muttered.

"Wouldn't it be over to let Jiang Li go live after it's built? If it doesn't work, you can move there too. Anyway, sooner or later you'll have to live together."

Zhu Yan coughed violently and took a sip of water before suppressing it. How can they sleep together if they are not married?

She is speechless for this nephew, and there is no taboo at all.

"I'm not responsible for other expenses during the beam-raising, let Lao Jiang's family be responsible."

Going up the beam is a big event for eating and receiving gifts, so Wan Feng won't get involved, since their family can't afford it anyway.

Before the meal was finished, Zhang Hai wandered over on his bicycle.

Zhu Ping quickly stood up and went out to greet him: "Have you eaten?"

"Didn't eat."

"That's right, let's eat together in the house."

When Wan Feng heard that the guy hadn't eaten, he quickly picked up a big piece of fish and put it in his corn porridge bowl.

"Look at your spirit." My aunt said contemptuously.

"If you don't pinch it, you will be eaten by him. This guy is an armchair."

Tonight's dishes are potatoes stewed with long beans, steamed salted octopus, and a plate of chili sauce. Grandma fried a plate of peanuts.

During this period, rural areas only eat this, and there is nothing else they want to eat.

The dishes were not good, but the wine was available, so grandpa and Zhang Hai began to exchange glasses.

If they chatted, it would probably be endless. Wan Feng was eager to pick up a few mouthfuls of food before preparing to pee.

"Don't go, I'm mainly looking for you, I went to the commune today."

Hearing this, Wan Feng sat down again.

"What did the secretary of the commune say?"

"He said he had a talk with Xue Jianguo, and let's get on with it."

"What's your attitude?"

"I said I'd go back and do some research."

"You go to tell the secretary tomorrow, and you just say that you can't do it. Even if Xue Jianguo can change after he talks to Xue Jianguo, do you think he can not hold a grudge? Maybe he will make some troubles in engineering. What a mess, we can’t watch it every day, people have to be replaced, if the commune can’t send other people, you just say give us the construction fee, and we will find someone ourselves.”

Zhang Hai was silent for a while: "Are you saying that this is not an offence?"

"Hehe, you only think about offending someone now. You already offended Xue Jianguo when you asked the secretary of the commune to respond to this issue, but if you offend, you will be offended. A construction captain can bite eggs."

Wan Feng, a construction captain in 1980, really doesn't take it seriously now. He didn't use the bricks and tiles in the back of the project to build the project, and he was afraid that he would hang it dry.

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