Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The distraction washed over his nerves for a few minutes like the tide on the beach.

Along with being upset, he also had a feeling of heartache.

He didn't calm down until a few minutes later, and for a moment, he didn't know where this emotion came from.

This year, he feels that he has lived quite peacefully in his heart. Not only is his heart peaceful, it seems that everything is peaceful.

He even thought that he had reached the realm of returning to nature, since his heart was so peaceful, why did he feel this way?

He can be sure that this is not a physical reason. His body has no problems and is very healthy.

Where did this turmoil come from?

After being puzzled, Wan Feng and Luan Feng went to their grandfather's house to pay New Year's greetings to their elders one by one. After each distributed a red envelope of 188 yuan, Wan Feng returned to his home and went to Luan Feng's parents' house to pay New Year's greetings After giving out the red envelopes, he returned to his own room, laying on the kang and thinking wildly.

"Don't sleep, watch the year! Send me a red envelope."

Luan Feng leaned over to Wan Feng's side, smiling playfully.

"Are you short of money?"

"No shortage."

"What kind of red envelope do you want? It's not a child."

"Didn't you post that? It has a different meaning."

Wan Feng touched the right pocket of the ski jacket first, thought about it, reached into his clothes, took out a bulging red envelope from the upper left pocket, and threw it to Luan Feng.

Luan Feng lay on the kang like a child in someone else's family, and opened the mouth of the red envelope with her fingers to take a look inside.

"It's very little. Last year you made a lot of money, but this year it's less than seven hundred."

Last year, Luan Feng's red envelope was special, but this year, it was one hundred and eighty-eight like those elders.

How much is just a meaning.

Wan Feng didn't make a sound. Ten minutes later, when Luan Feng came back from her parents' house, she found that Wan Feng had fallen asleep.

Without Wan Feng's company, Luan Feng's New Year's Eve is just a matter of paper, before two o'clock, he yawns and falls asleep with his pillow on Wan Feng's stomach.

For those who do not gamble, there seems to be nothing to do during the Chinese New Year except visiting and chatting.

On the morning of the first day of junior high school, Wan Feng went to some homes he thought were worth visiting to pay New Year's greetings. First, he went to his uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings. He sent a red envelope of 66 yuan to each of his cousin and cousin, and then went to Liang Wan's house.

Liang Wan's two sister-in-laws have long since married, and his family's popularity is not as strong as before. Liang Wan and his father and son are gathering on the kang to watch TV.

Wan Feng gave Liang Wan's old father a red envelope of sixty-six yuan.

Then he went to Liang Hua's room and gave out red envelopes to two fake sister-in-laws who still called him brother-in-law.

"Also call me brother-in-law, let your real brother-in-law hear and not beat you."

Liang Hua's two younger sisters are twelve and fourteen five years old, and they are no longer the happy age that can be spent with a dollar.

"Brother-in-law, you have deducted too much, it's only eight or eight dollars."

Seeing that there is no eight yuan and eight is too little.

"Because I'm not your real brother-in-law, eight dollars and eight is a lot."

Liang Hua is also engaged. Her partner is a young man surnamed Li in the same village. She will go there to celebrate the New Year on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. Therefore, the look on her face is affectionate, and she is probably in the complex psychology of wanting and being afraid like a child throwing a whip. .

"This is the first time to go to someone's house to celebrate the New Year? Alas! When I come back, I will be a virgin and become a sister-in-law."

Liang Hua blushed when he heard this: "You bastard, how can you change your taste after talking?"

"What is changing taste? This is the truth, is it wrong to tell the truth? Don't let the little rascal touch you that day if you have the ability."

Liang Hua's partner was nicknamed Li Laizi. He got his name because of the toe on his face when he was a child. Later, the toe disappeared, but the nickname remained. He has been called "Old Man" until today.

"You hurry up, you don't have a good word to say."

The Chinese New Year kicks me out? Lao Tzu is your superior leader.

Liang Hua has been considered an old man in the garment factory these years, and now he is the team leader of a team of twenty machines, and he also manages more than twenty people.

"Liang Hua, let me tell you seriously, it's very painful for a woman to do that for the first time.

It hurts so much, really! Whether you can make it through all the hardships or not depends on the kung fu of your scorpion, if he is not good at it, then your hard life will come, ha ha. "

Since I was kicked out on the first day of the new year, of course I have to set up some psychological barriers for you.

Coming out of Liang Wan's house, Wan Feng walked towards Zhang Hai's house.

A group of children who put small whips on the road in the village saw Wan Feng and rushed over to pay New Year greetings to Wan Feng.

For children from the age of eight or nine to the thirteen and fourteen, Wanfeng during the Chinese New Year is like the God of Wealth. Just ask him for a happy new year, and red envelopes will drop from the sky.

This has been the case for several years in a row.

This year was no exception. After accepting a large number of happy new year greetings in various tones, Wan Feng cheerfully took out a handful of red envelopes from his right pocket and distributed one to each of them.

There are dozens of red envelopes in his pockets from the inside to the outside. Of course, the face value of the red envelopes in each pocket is different.

The red envelope in the right pocket is the least denominated, with a denomination of five yuan inside.

These face value red envelopes are enough to send these children away.

Regardless of gender, as long as the age is not more than fifteen years old, those who see it have a share.

A group of children happily dispersed with red envelopes in their hands.

After dismissing the children, Wan Feng also came to Zhang Hai's house.

These days there are plenty of flatterers, and as brigade secretary, Zhang Hai's family naturally has no shortage of such people. Wan Feng saw several team captain accountants and the like at Zhang Hai's house.

Including his uncle Zhu Ping.

Therefore, Wan Feng didn't stay here for a long time. He didn't plan to join their discussion about Jiangwei's future, and left here after sending red envelopes to Zhang Hai's two children.

Coming out of Zhang Hai happened to see that Luan Feng, who was wearing bright red, was going to visit her relatives' house to pay New Year's greetings, so she couldn't help but drag Wan Feng to go with her.

After paying homage to Luan Feng's seventh and eighth aunts and Wan Feng's aunt, it was already noon.

After lunch, Luan Feng was taken away by the sisters in the village. She probably won't come back until dark.

Bored, Wan Feng jumped over the ditch in front of the door to the concrete road leading to Cuitun.

Wan Feng was alone on the normally busy road at this time, and he was walking aimlessly in the direction of Cuitun.

For some reason, as I walked and walked, the disturbed feeling from last night hit again.

When he walked to the small hill between Cui Tun behind the depression, this feeling suddenly became stronger.

Wan Feng clearly felt that they were washing and cutting his nerves like a tide or a blade, which was uncomfortable but not painful.

This was a very contradictory feeling, so contradictory that it gave him the illusion of an ascension of the soul.

He seemed to feel that the soul was slowly rising and floating in the air, looking down.

On the ground surrounded by snow, he saw another self standing blankly on the concrete road, with dim eyes and a desolate and lonely figure...

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