Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Wan Feng didn't understand that they should come tomorrow like everyone else, why did they come today?

In fact, the homes of these students in Class 3 and 2 of Senior High School are not too far away from Xiao Wu’s house. The farthest is more than 30 miles away from Chaoshui.

There is a mountain between the racecourse, Sansiwulian and Sijitun, and Xiao Wu's house in them is only 24 or 5 miles away. Except for winter, there is no need to stay in summer.

These guys don't stay at home for an extra day and come here to suffer from the cold. What the hell are they doing?

"Boy, why is it just you? Where are the others?" It was Wang Hun who asked, squinting at Wan Feng who was cleaning the stove.

"I didn't go home during the holidays, and everyone else went home and still hasn't come back."

"Which field and team do you belong to? What's your name?"

"Forty-two consecutive three-point games, my name is Wan Feng."

Wan Feng was very aware of the temperament of these bastards in the third year of high school, so he answered gently, not giving these guys a chance to find fault.

The two guys didn't say anything, glanced at the door and went out.

After the stove was humming, Wan Feng heated a basin of water on the stove. After the water was hot, he washed his feet and opened the door to sleep on the bunk.

Wan Feng found a torn book and read it for over an hour. He turned off the light and went to sleep when his eyes felt tired.

I don't know how much time has passed in the haze, but Wan Feng was awakened from his sleep by a sudden bang.

Stretch your head out of the quilt and feel the cold wind whizzing into the room.

Was the glass broken?

Wan Feng turned on the light, and looked at the window first. The window was fine.

Turning around, I found that the door had been kicked open, and the wind was rushing into the house from the corridor.

The hallway gate of the dormitory originally had two wooden doors, but last winter I don’t know if it was demolished by the second or third year of high school at that time and caused a fire. The school got angry and didn’t make the gate again.

Therefore, as soon as the door of the dormitory was opened, the outside wind poured in without hindrance.

Wan Feng sighed.

I quickly got down to the ground and closed the door, and when I was about to plug it in, I found that the door plug had been kicked off, and it couldn't be plugged in.

Wan Feng wanted to tidy up the door latch and fix it, but after cleaning it a few times, he found that the door latch was useless, so he closed the door with a wooden tripper, and went back to the upper bunk to sleep.

About ten minutes later, Wan Feng, who was just going to sleep, heard a dignified voice from the senior year, and didn't know that it was that bastard running back and forth in the corridor while knocking on the bucket, and walked back and forth twice in the corridor.

After knocking on the bucket, Wan Feng thought it was time to stop, now it was almost midnight and these bastards were not going to sleep.

But within a few minutes of closing his eyes, the door slammed again.

Because the door was blocked by Wan Feng from the inside, this time it was not kicked open, only a gap of about half a foot was opened.

"Hey! It's blocked from the inside." Someone made a surprised voice outside the door.

"One more kick!"

So, with a bang, the door was finally kicked open, and then there was a sound of footsteps running towards the dormitory of the senior year.

Wan Feng flicked on the light, this time he didn't rush to close the door, but sat on the upper bunk and thought about life for a while.

A minute later he put on his clothes and went down to close the door again, this time he didn't even need to use the wooden tripper to push the door.

Wan Feng didn't sleep anymore, he just sat on the upper bunk with two wooden trippers in his hands, staring at the door, if the door was kicked open again, the wooden trippers in his hand would fly out like shooting stars, and he deserved it if he hit his head .

But after waiting for more than half an hour, nothing happened.

Just when Wan Feng thought it was over this time, he turned off the light, lay down and was about to sleep again...

Boom!

Because the door was not pushed this time, it opened with a whimper, and the cold wind rushed in like a galloping horse.

Wan Feng jumped off the bunk with a wooden tripper, came to the door of the senior year, raised his leg and kicked the door.

It was also a bang, but the difference was that it was not the door of the No. 1 dormitory of Gaoyi, but the door of the No. 2 dormitory of Gao San.

He practiced kicking feet, and the strength in his legs is much greater than that of ordinary people. Under his furious and violent kick, the wooden door was kicked off even the hinges on the door, and the door fell askew. into the house.

The lights were on in the dormitory of the third year of high school, and there were about ** people in the room.

At this time, the people in the room looked at Wan Feng in surprise. They seemed to be unprepared for being kicked out of the door by others.

Wan Feng stood at the door with a wooden tripper in one hand and glanced around the room coldly.

"Which bastard bastard kicked the door of my dormitory? Come out! I promise I won't beat you to death!"

No one in the room made a sound.

"I'll say it again, whoever has a mother but not a mother's education kicked my door? Aren't the seniors in high school very arrogant, come out and let me see who it is?"

Wan Feng thought that the seniors would rush up to beat him up in a rage, but they were very good at beating up a group of people.

He was fully prepared that if these people rushed over, he would block the door and come out to chop one by one. As long as they couldn't rush out, he would have nothing to fear.

But there was nothing, no one stood up to fight him for three hundred rounds, and no one came out to talk to him.

One by one just looked at him stupidly.

Was it overwhelmed by Lao Tzu's dominance?

"Don't tell me? It's too late now, so let's see you tomorrow. I'll see if you can talk tomorrow."

Wan Feng retreated to the corridor, went back to the dormitory, closed the door and blocked the door again with wooden trippers.

This time he didn't go to the upper bunk to sleep, but just sat by the stove, whenever someone knocked on the door, he would rush out and knock on it with a wooden tripper.

But nothing happened until dawn.

Isn't the group of junior high school comparisons very aggressive, why is this like a shrinking tortoise? Isn't this in line with their usual style of painting?

What these guys are best at is when a group of people beat up a person during a war. Why are they being honest this time?

Or are those powerful people in the third year of high school not here?

Just now Wan Feng remembered the people in the dormitory of the senior year, Cao Guancheng and Wang Hun were not here, the rest were just following other people's roles to make a fuss.

Even if you follow the booing and racking the seedlings, shouldn't there be no movement at all?

In the third year of high school, the two guys who are really good are Ge Shengren and He Yan, who live in Dawujiazi.

He Yan's older brother, He Wei, is still working as an accountant in the Forty-Second Company where Wan Feng works, and he is also a man with a thorn in his head, together with Cao Guancheng and Wang Hun.

These guys are not here, so the high school seniors in the dormitory have no backbone?

Wan Feng locked the door of the dormitory after seven o'clock and came to the workshop.

Zhang Xuan quickly saw the ugly look on Wan Feng's face.

"What's the matter? Look at your ugly face?"

Can the paralyzed one not be ugly? It's strange that my face looks good after I slept for less than two hours a night.

"It's nothing, the door of the dormitory was broken last night, it leaked air, and it was freezing."

Wan Feng made up a lie, he didn't want Zhang Xuan to feel sorry for him.

If she told the truth, she would definitely feel distressed.