Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Luan Feng put out his tongue in embarrassment, but didn't go to play.

If she went there, she wouldn't be Luan Feng, and she would help her more and more.

Jiang Min was already lying on the sewing machine and convulsing as if he was not good enough.

Under Luan Feng's busy schedule, it took five minutes to finally put on this dress.

After five minutes of paralysis, the pants can be sewn.

Wan Feng seriously suspected that Luan Feng was mopping oil by wearing clothes.

Luan Feng was shocked as soon as he put on the clothes, and Jiang Min stopped smiling.

Wan Feng is now nearly 1.5 meters tall, which is not considered tall.

It stands to reason that a man of this height will not look good in any clothes.

But Wanfeng's shoulders were wide to hold up his clothes. The clothes were tailor-made for him and were not fat. Instead, they looked like a tight-fitting jacket. Therefore, when he wore them, he turned into a handsome young man.

Luan Feng's eyes couldn't even blink, and he stared blankly at Wan Feng's blush.

Wan Fengsheng was afraid that her saliva would flow out, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand and swayed in front of her a few times.

He knew that their performance was mainly because of the shock of this strange dress that they had never seen before, but it didn't have much to do with him.

"Wow! Unexpectedly, this kind of effect will appear when the clothes are worn on the body. It's so beautiful." Luan Feng, who was sober, jumped and cheered.

"I also think it looks good." Jiang Min also praised sincerely.

Men who are described as good-looking always feel very awkward.

"Remember that you need to use handsome to describe a man! You can't use good-looking, good-looking and beautiful. That is to describe a woman."

Jiang Min also ran out from behind the sewing machine and Luan Feng circled Wan Feng, while making sentences with half-baked handsome characters.

"It's a mess, it's so bad."

Wan Feng was so angry that Luan Feng, a handsome character, could not pronounce it. Her Chinese teacher must be a teacher of music or physical education.

When the two women paid their respects enough, Wan Feng took off his jacket.

"In fact, this dress looks good on women. It can bring a wild beauty, but Jiang Min is not suitable for Luan Feng."

When Luan Feng heard it, his eyes could stretch out his wings: "I will try, I will try."

The prerequisite for women to wear a jacket is that they must have a tall figure in order to wear it. If a woman with five short figures still stays away from the jacket, it will not suffer at all. Unless it is a tight-fitting jacket, she must wear it as a jar.

Fortunately, Luan Feng has such a figure, but Luan Feng couldn’t bear to witness it as soon as he put on Wanfeng. He was a wild one. When put on this jacket, he added a bit of wildness to the sky. It is estimated that you can fly by inserting two fans under the nest.

"I will try too."

Jiang Min finally couldn't bear it anymore, and put it on for a while.

It is also blamed that the clothes immediately changed to another look as soon as they were on her body, which was a bit of a ladylike temperament and a bit of self-willedness of a young girl.

If Luan Feng wears it as a tomboy, Jiang Min wears it as a wayward lady.

What kind of international supermodel did Wan Feng see from Jiang Min?

Is this a natural model material?

Then it's not the right time. It will take several years for the model to appear at least, and she will probably be in her twenties by then, and it doesn't seem to be too late.

"Sister Min looks good in clothes, too." Luan Feng slapped her hands.

"It's just that there is something wrong with this dress. The left and right front panels are about the same size. How do you order these buttons? Do you want to wear them with your arms open?" Jiang Min muttered to himself while stretching the two plackets.

"The jacket is not buttoned in the sky. It uses zippers. You will know when I go to the store to buy some zippers and attach them tomorrow."

Isn't it an international joke that the jacket is buttoned up?

Luan Feng and Jiang Min glanced at each other. They both make clothes, of course they know the zipper.

"You will buy it tomorrow, and wear this one when you go to my sister's house the day after tomorrow, so that you can go down all the way."

"Handsome! Not bad!" Wan Feng roared.

Paralyzed all the way? Can this pass?

"Aren't they all the same?"

"The handsome is four, and the bad is one. How can it be the same, follow me, bad, handsome... You still say I am good-looking."

It is incurable, and the ruling cannot be taught.

Wan Feng went out angrily and took a broken bag from the bicycle shelf and carried it into the house, and took out three charcoal irons from it.

The iron is poured out of a cast iron mold.

What Wan Feng didn't expect was that Xiao Dexiang and the others poured out three ingot-shaped irons. There was also a half-foot-long handle at one end of the ingot, and the bottom seemed to be very smooth with a planer.

Wan Feng laughed, Gushan Machinery Factory is quite interesting, these ten dollars are not lost at all.

"Where did they come from?" Luan Feng and Jiang Min were both very surprised, each holding a big ingot, which is much better than putting hot coal on the small shovel they used.

"I picked it up by the river."

"Nonsense!"

"It's fine this time, I can iron my clothes and change the fire later."

The biggest disadvantage of a charcoal iron is that the heat rises up and cannot be concentrated at the bottom, so you have to change the fire frequently. The small shovel-shaped thing that Luan Feng originally used is the oldest thing. Because of the small area, there is less fire on it, sometimes A piece of clothing won’t work until the heat is finished.

This time the three ingot irons have lids on them, so the heat won't be lost too quickly no matter how they are applied.

When two girls who didn't know the team walked into Luan Feng's room, Wan Feng realized that it was getting dark outside.

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In the summer of 1980, the rural villages were really meaningless if there were no movies. There was no TV, no computer, no mobile phone. In addition to the radio box hanging under the ceiling in the house, every family could make a little sound. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com everything is silent and boring.

It is as simple and pure as a black and white world without color.

The elderly can sit on the kang while smoking a cigarette while listening to the radio box above their heads, listening to the news, radio dramas, songs released on records, and various brigade announcements of varying lengths.

Just like the grandfather who finished dinner at this time.

In Wanfeng's eyes, this is a black-and-white photo, which is far away, simple and nostalgic, but it is more of a touch.

Wan Feng was lying on the beach looking at the starry sky, microwaves rippling in his heart.

Although I am in this world now, I always feel free from this world again.

He is like a photographer taking black and white photos, looking at the scenery in the lens, both real and illusory.

In the depths of memory, some relatives and friends from the previous life emerged from the depths of his mind one by one, passing in front of him like black and white photos. Some people made him smile and others made him hate someone who made him cry.

Until the shadow of a woman emerged.

This woman of average appearance was the wife of Wanfeng's previous life, a woman with a strong heart, and a woman who had to run to the dark as long as she knew a path.

A woman with whom Wanfeng has lived with her for more than 20 years but can't say how much affection.

Although the woman's heart is not bad and she is very good to Wanfeng's parents and there is nothing messy, but Wanfeng doesn't want to have anything to do with her in this life.

A woman who never listens to a man but a woman who insists on doing her own way has nothing worthy of his nostalgia.

The picture of this woman drifted past Wan Feng's eyes, and another picture slowly emerged.

This is a five or six-year-old child, holding an apple in his hand, crying and walking...