Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

After class, I didn’t delay Wanfeng’s painting of the trademark. After the painting, he explained: “The big fish should be red, and the font should be black. It should be one inch long and one finger wide. It's not something I worry about to paint the painting on the cloth."

Chen Wenxin nodded.

"After you settle the account every day, if you want to give it to me the next morning, if you want to embroider it the day before, I will pay you."

Chen Wenxin's grades are not bad in the class. Although she didn't get the first place, she was in the top ten every time. It's a pity that such a girl doesn't study now.

She is different from Luan Feng. It is purely a waste of money and youth just to read. She is returned to the teacher before school is over during the day. It is a relief for her not to read early.

Luan Feng is not a fool, on the contrary, she is very smart, but she just doesn't know how to study, and it's useless for you to kill her.

However, it is enough for a rural girl to be able to reach the sixth-grade education level, even though she only has half of her studies in six years.

The teacher in charge of the class will talk about it, and Zhou Xiaowen talked about the new semester and the new weather on the podium.

Just relying on him writing these big characters on the blackboard to make a new look?

Grandma!

The fact that Chen Wenxin didn't study began to haunt Wan Feng's mind.

Can I not read it? How much money the prisoner makes in this classroom every day and delays the old man's income. Anyway, I am not prepared to take the university entrance exam, even the exam is not good enough.

You can only go to a vocational high school if you fail to pass the key high school.

He knows all the virtues of the professional high school that he will read in the future. He is very clear about his ideals in his first year of high school, and he still thinks about what he can learn and do. When he reaches the second year of high school, he becomes mentally numb and unconscious; but when he reaches the third year of high school, he is all messed up. Learned, smoking, drinking, gambling, engaging in gang fights, stealing things...

And the university at that time was a multitude of troops crossing the single-plank bridge, expecting that kind of environment and kind of school to be admitted to the university?

It's better to make money first.

Don't contradictions just appear, can you make money by staying in school every day?

If you want to make money, you have to get out of school, and you can't waste time here.

This thought is a bit wrong, isn't this a proper negative energy? In this life, we should be a person full of positive energy.

This is contradictory again!

Wanfeng spent the morning in this contradiction. After school at noon, he didn't think about how to choose.

After school at noon, I went to the carpenter's shop and gave the drawings I designed to Wang He. He also explained some places, and then decided to pick it up after school in the afternoon.

After going home for lunch, I went to Luan Feng's house to get a piece of cloth.

Jiang Min saw Wan Feng very strange: "Hey! Didn't you say that you can only come at night when school starts? Why does this come at noon? Ah, isn't it..."

"It's a fart, I'm here to get a piece of cloth." Wan Feng said nothing but Jiang Min's words.

Luan Feng chased behind Wan Feng's buttocks with his job: "What are you doing with fabrics? Does the school want fabrics?"

"A classmate of mine who is poor at home should not study, I will do some work for her, let her embroider the trademark, make do with the reading, maybe train a college student out."

"Male or female?" Luan Feng asked immediately.

This place is all used for this mind and eye.

"Do men embroider? Stupid!" Jiang Min said steadily.

"Are these two again..."

Wan Feng rolled his eyes and Luan Feng held back the rest of the words.

Embroidering trademarks does not need any good cloth at all, and the defective products that have been brushed off can just do this.

Wan Feng pulled two pieces of cloth about two meters into his pocket.

"Don't just listen to the song, work hard."

"The songs on the record are not as good as you sing, hey! Are you singing now?"

"I want to go to school, so there is no time to sing or play eggs."

Open the door and run, if Luan Feng's paws are stretched out and want to run, it will take a lot of trouble.

As soon as he ran out of Luan Feng's house and onto the avenue, he saw Zhang Hai staggering out of the team office riding a car. As soon as he saw Wanfeng, he yelled: "Don't run away, little chicken."

Wan Feng stopped on the side of the road until Zhang Hai came to him.

"Where are you going?"

"When you go to the brigade for a meeting, there will be spirit from above, and I will carry you."

It's not bad to go a lot less.

Wan Feng jumped high on the shelf and heard Zhang Hai's sigh as soon as he jumped into the car.

What do you keep sighing when it's okay?

"Uncle Zhang Hai, your problem is not good. It's okay to sigh and sigh. This is very bad."

"My nephew, how can I not worry about it? In a few days I will harvest in autumn, rice and corn. Our manpower will be tense. Then we will divide a group of people to harvest the mountain, and the output of the brick and tile factory will be greatly increased. affected."

This Wanfeng is not recruited. When harvesting in the autumn, there are dozens of miles around the mountain. Not to mention that you can't hire people, even if you can hire people, you can't hire them.

"I can't help you with this, you will find a solution by yourself."

"The rice is OK, at least the number of acres is small~www.ltnovel.com~ but the corn is troublesome, it has to be broken, pulled and peeled. Especially for peeling, if the peeling is not timely, you will have a fever, and you must peel all the skins. It can only be put into the warehouse and then threshed for public grain. So many corns take many days to pick up and take up a lot of labor."

Corn peel? Wanfeng can solve this problem, it's not difficult.

"Uncle Zhang Hai, I can't solve other problems, but corn peeling is not a problem. One person can peel four thousand catties of corn per hour."

"Huh? Picking four thousand catties of rice an hour? Do you think that uncle, I drank too much at noon today? Tell you that I am very sober without a drop of wine."

Wan Feng believes that if you are not a last resort, don't brag about it. It is easy to get slapped on the spot.

Just after Zhang Hai finished blowing the conch, he didn't know whether he was emotional or angry. He shook his hand and the bicycle ran straight into the ditch beside the road.

Wan Feng jumped down and grabbed the car shelf with a swish.

The wheel in front made another fist and fell into the ditch.

There is no water in the ditch, but there is thin mud.

"Uncle, this is how you are so sober? If I don't drag you, you will take a bath with the old sow-all in mud."

"This is a mistake, it's all to make you bragging!"

"You can't go for a ride on the crotch of the monster, what does it have to do with me? Besides, what do you think of me like bragging?"

"Is there any way you can make one person pick up four thousand catties of corn in an hour? Isn't this a bragging ratio?"

"Hehe, the bird is safe and ambition? I will think about this in the afternoon, and I will tell you when I think about it."

After breaking up with Zhang Hai at the gate of the brigade, Wan Feng came to the school.

The campus at noon is very quiet. The students who arrive at school consciously take a nap in the classroom. The nap will continue for ten and a half days before it will be cancelled.