Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

"Throw these few on the ice for me too. If they don't freeze to death when it gets dark, I'll open a flower shed tomorrow!"

At this time, we must be ruthless, and let those outside who want to fish in troubled waters know that people here are ruthless and not easy to mess with.

It's better not to think about the flower shed here.

The arrogance of those young people disappeared without a trace, and their whole bodies trembled like chaff.

It would be okay if he was slapped a few times, but he was put on the ice in his shorts...

Not to mention putting them on the ice, even wearing shorts on the ground can freeze their mouths crookedly, and they have never practiced winter swimming.

If the little brother is frozen to death, he will become a eunuch in this life.

"Brother, we made a mistake. Don't dare to do it anymore. Just go around us." Several young people didn't want to be eunuchs, so they had no choice but to be cowards.

"Did you go around? If I go around you now, maybe you can bring two cars to come later. Let's freeze it on the ice for half an hour before we talk about it."

Although the time has been shortened from dark to half an hour, these street bastards don't think they can stand it for half an hour.

A bastard plopped and hugged Wan Feng's leg.

Li Yong, who was beside Wan Feng, stepped on the opponent, for fear of the opponent's sudden attack.

"Brother, we were really wrong, and we promise not to come again in the future."

"Say, who asked you to grab Lao Tzu's flowers?"

"No one, we just look at the flower seedlings in your flower shed with envy, and want to get some money to spend."

"Is there really no one calling you here?"

"No, we are just a few people with nothing to do and no money to spend."

It turned out to be a few stragglers, who thought it was the gangster who wanted to build his own flower shed.

"If you come again in the future, you'd better prepare crutches, break your dog legs, and let them go!"

Several young people rolled and scrambled, and the guy who picked the head was so cold that his face was purple and blue, he put on his clothes indiscriminately and fled.

Several young people rolled away in embarrassment, and those who made noise outside also retreated silently.

"Just let them go?" Li Yong asked puzzled.

"If you don't let them go, you plan to stay and take care of the meal?"

"Then what if they come again?"

"We'll start selling flowers tomorrow, and we'll probably run out of flowers when they come again, so what's the point of kidnapping you?"

"Hey, if kidnapping is also kidnapping you, what's the use of kidnapping me."

It seems that we can't wait any longer, and maybe there will be more things if we wait any longer. Now there are still a few days before New Year's Day in 1985, and it is estimated that they will be almost sold out by New Year's Day.

After the flower seedlings are processed, and the problem of the production line is solved, maybe there is still time to go home for the New Year.

On December 26, 1984, when the ordinary flower seedlings had reached 480 yuan, Wan Feng opened a shed to sell flowers.

The Clivia that has already grown eleven or twelve leaves in the first shed is priced at 800 yuan, and the Clivia purchased in the second shed is the same as the market price.

On the day the shed was opened, Wan Feng dispatched more than a dozen policemen to help maintain order through Deputy Director Liu of the Lvyuan Branch.

In order not to cause confusion and deal with cash, Wan Feng only sold 1,000 pots of flower seedlings on the first day.

The two sheds each sold 500 pots.

After hearing the news that Sanchahe opened a shed to sell flower seedlings, there was an endless stream of people coming from Changchun City, which made Wan Feng's scalp tingle.

If these people really rioted, even a dozen policemen would not be able to maintain order.

Fortunately, nothing happened on the first day of opening the shed. Under the maintenance of the police, everything was in order, and the thousand pots of flowers were sold before one o'clock in the afternoon.

After the flowers were sold, the next step was to deal with the cash. More than 600,000 yuan of cash was packed in a large bag. If it was not sent to the bank, it would be a bomb.

Wan Feng personally took three people and three policemen to send the money to Lvyuan Agricultural Bank for deposit.

Wanfeng didn't feel relieved until the money turned into a passbook.

Wan Feng searched all the nearby stores and bought fifteen packs of ginseng cigarettes, which were the most high-end cigarettes that could be bought in Changchun.

These policemen have one cigarette per person, and they dare not accept money from them, so Wan Feng can only distribute one cigarette to each of them secretly.

Such days continued until New Year's Day.

Wanfeng's flower seedlings have now sold 5,000, and there are still close to 6,000.

On New Year's Day, Wan Feng gave each of the staff of the two police stations responsible for maintaining order a pot of Clivia.

Sending money and gifts is more conspicuous, so it’s okay to send a pot of flowers home for everyone to enjoy.

The two police stations only had about 30 potted flowers.

As for Deputy Director Liu, the peacock orchid that Wan Feng bought for 800 yuan had become a landscape on the windowsill of his house.

This pot of peacock orchid is now worth at least three thousand yuan.

When Wan Feng was dealing with Hua Miao, Bi Guizhi found Wan Feng and told Wan Feng that Wu Zihua wanted to see him.

Wan Feng casually gave Bi Guizhi a pot of Clivia.

Bi Guizhi was so happy that the tattoos on her forehead opened: "Brother, hurry up to my sister's house tomorrow, and my sister will cook something delicious for you."

The one who invited Wan Feng absolutely couldn't agree, don't let her eat him after finishing the meal she cooked.

"Sister Bi, let me tell you, what does Wu Zihua want from me?"

Bi Guizhi shook his head: "I'm not very clear about this, and I can't say it."

"Then it's okay to talk about good things and bad things?"

Bi Guizhi continued to shake his head.

Wan Feng took another pot of Clivia and put it in her hand: "Can we say something this time?"

"Good thing, that's all I can say."

Since it was a good thing, Wan Feng should get ready.

Of course not empty-handed is not.

After finishing all the business for the day, Wan Feng came to Qi Lan's house, planning to buy the pot of painted face he reserved.

But thinking about Wu Zihua, it seemed that Wu Zihua was not worth the money for a pot of face, so he settled for the next best thing, and spent two thousand to buy a pot of monk with two or three leaves.

Then they came to the hotel where they had dinner last time they had agreed with Wu Zihua.

Wu Zihua still came alone, this time it was the second time the two met, and they didn't hesitate to pick up the wine glass to drink and eat with chopsticks.

"We've had a meeting to study it. We've decided to transfer that production line. Do you have the money ready?"

Originally, Wu Zihua didn't want to deal with this production line and technology in such a hurry, but recently the Clivia craze hit, not to mention the bank's loan reminder, he also wanted to take advantage of the current Clivia craze to do something.

Many factories in Changchun City have already done this, and many factories have built flower sheds and started to cultivate Clivia.

Wu Zihua didn't have that patience, he was going to spend a sum of money directly in the market to speculate, intending to earn some money for the New Year.

The Spring Festival in 1985 was on February 18th, and there were still more than forty days before the Chinese New Year. He wanted to take advantage of this time to give the workers some bonuses or something.

Although the policy does not allow it, but as long as your own people don't tell you, no one will know if you do it secretly.

Now that the price of Clivia is so high, it is not something that can be played with three dollars and two dollars, and it is impossible to have hundreds of thousands in hand. But where to get the money?

Wu Zihua and the people in the factory naturally thought of this production line.