Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 Luan Feng hurriedly came out of the house, carrying a piece of clothing in his hand.

　　 "Take this dress with you. Now it's cold and don't freeze it." He said, putting on the clothes on Wanfeng's body.

　　 Wanfeng waved his hand and pulled his clothes aside, what's the matter with this girl? Let him wear thick clothes this day, no fever, right?

　　 "Playing the piano indiscriminately, the day will be cooler sooner or later. When the sun comes up, it will still be hot. What are you doing with your clothes? Take them back!"

　　 "Isn't it wind-cooled to ride in a car!"

　　 "It won't be cold even in the car, take it away."

　　 "Huh! People are kind, not gentle at all." Luan Feng whispered.

　　 "Who said I am not gentle, I was very gentle when I checked your body."

　　 Luan Feng blushed: "Rogue!"

　　 "Come here and ask you something."

　　 Luan Feng leaned in front of Wanfeng: "What's the matter?"

　　 "Did you tell others about me and you, such as Jiang Min."

　　 "What's the matter for others to hear?" Luan Fengzong bizhong.

　　 "I touched your horn the night before."

　　 "A speaker? How can I have a speaker?"

　　 This woman can be stupid sometimes.

　　 Wanfeng rubbed his chest with his hands.

　　 Luan Feng understood, and his face flushed: "Bah! His mouth is full of gibberish, what's the word!"

　　 Then his eyes stared: "I'm so stupid to tell others about this kind of thing! How can you be a **** to ask, and ignore you for three days."

　　 Turned around, twisted his beautiful waist and went home.

　　 Wanfeng is relieved, the protagonist in that country **** history is nothing to him, not only does the protagonist have his own role in the supporting role.

　　 He knew that Luan Feng was the kind of person who understood small things and big things, how could he let himself go but the protagonist.

　　 Yang Hong’s tractor came with a cart of bricks and stopped in front of Wanfeng.

　　 Wanfeng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to Yang Hong: "Master Yang, I have to go to Gushan today and pull some cart frames."

　　 Yang Hong tore a cigarette from Wanfeng and put it on a cigarette. Xiao Jun, who was sitting on the wing of the car, struck a match and lighted it to Yang Hong.

　　 Yang Hong encountered a cloud: "No problem, it's the machinery factory."

"Ok!"

　　 Wanfeng threw his clothes bag onto the car and jumped into the car while answering.

　　 Xiao Jun also got off the wings and got into the drag bucket, and the two of them sat down against the guardrail.

　　The tractor starts again.

　　 "Have you been working for three full days until today? How are you doing?" Wan Feng took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket to Xiao Jun, and the two guys chatted while eating melon seeds.

　　 Xiao Jun stretched out his right hand: "What do you think? It seems that blisters are formed on the hands."

　　The blisters are usually the **** of the index finger, the **** and the ring finger. The **** is the most serious, mainly caused by the pinch of the brick.

　　 "Is it called work if you don't grind out the blisters? If you wear them two more times, they won't be blisters anymore." Wan Feng said Hu Chai.

　　 "What! Have to wear it twice? My mom..."

　　 "Don't call mom, it's useless, your mom can't hear it, can your body still eat it?"

　　 "It's okay, it was difficult for the first two days. Today I'm much faster, and it takes less than 40 minutes to load a thousand bricks."

　　 "When will you be able to install a thousand bricks in half an hour to prove that you are successful? Did Master Yang teach you tractor knowledge?"

　　 "He said something when he was idle chatting, but I can't think of most of them." Xiao Jun was a little embarrassed.

　　 This is normal, unless you are a genius.

　　 But does a genius follow a tractor to pull bricks?

　　 "Slowly it gets better, have you bought something for your little goal to eat?"

　　 "I bought it. I bought a dime toffee the day before yesterday. I bought a toffee in the street yesterday."

　　 "How is the effect?"

　　 "You kiss me better than his father."

　　 There was a wretched laugh from the two men.

　　 At half past seven, Yang Hong parked the tractor at the gate of Gushan Machinery Factory.

　　 Xiao Dexiang gave the car shelf and the exit permit to the gate, and left them at the entrance of the factory.

　　 After Wanfeng and Xiao Jun installed the four cart frames on the body, the tractor turned around and ran towards the county seat.

　　 Around 8:20, the tractor arrived at the place agreed with Xia Qiulong. Xia Qiulong and his wife were already waiting here, and there was a small cart.

　　 "Brother, I know you can come today, you see how smart I am!" Xia Qiulong did not forget to brag when he welcomed Wan Feng.

　　 What is smart about this, even Erhuo knows he can come to the county seat on Sunday.

　　 Xia Qiulong took everything under the car, Wan Feng and Xiao Jun said goodbye and jumped out of the car.

　　 "How much?" Xin Li asked straightforwardly. Now the quantity of goods is what she cares about most. Although it has been a little more in the past two days, it is still not enough.

　　 "Eighty Articles."

　　 "Oh! Too few, I can sell even if you have 200 pieces now." Xin Li sighed and counted out 120 yuan to Wanfeng.

　　 "There is no trick. We have worked overtime and worked overtime. Eight out of ten sewing machines are processing pants."

　　 "What about the other two?"

　　 "One is apprentice, and the other is processing wedding dresses and other clothes for others. These clothes can't be poured out."

　　 Wanfeng took out some clothes from another small bag and showed them to Xin Li. These were the clothes processed for Bai Liyun's circle of friends.

　　 "Wow! It's so beautiful, why don't you get some for me?"

　　 "You're afraid that you won't be able to sell them. These are clothes for ten and twenty yuan. Can you sell them?"

　　 Xin Li thought about it carefully for a minute and shook her head: "Even if it can sell, it will be slow. After all, it is too expensive."

　　 "Sister-in-law, you can push the clothes back in the car by yourself, and let the eldest brother help me send these car racks to Jiang Hong Country."

　　 Wanfeng and Xia Qiulong walked towards Jiang Hongguo, carrying a frame in each hand.

　　 "Brother! I bought the irrigation equipment you asked me to buy."

"how much did you spend?"

　　 "The paralyzed ones cost 300~www.ltnovel.com~ I gave them two hundred and five."

　　 Wanfeng sneered: "Look at the number you gave, two hundred and five! I found that you are a bit two hundred and five."

　　 Xia Qiulong also smiled: "Brother is not two hundred and five. Whoever takes the two hundred and fifty dollars is two hundred and five."

　　 Jiang Hongguo was scratching his head at home. The three car racks that Wan Feng sent for the first time were all sold out yesterday. He still has an order for a car in his hand, but there is no car rack.

　　 Today is Sunday. If Wan Feng doesn’t send a car shelf today, he will get a message from the tractor that blocks bricks on the avenue.

　　 When Jiang Hongguo was fidgeting, his second son Jiang Che rushed in hurriedly before entering the house and shouted: "Dad, that uncle is here to deliver the car shelf!"

　　 Hearing this, Jiang Hongguo seemed to be refreshed in the spring breeze.

　　 A few minutes later, Xia Qiulong and Wan Feng came in with the frame of the cart.

　　 Wanfeng put two cart racks in the yard: "Oh my God, I'm exhausted."

　　 Even if the frame of these two cars is not sinking, one is about 30 kilograms, and the two are sixty kilograms. They walked nearly 300 meters in one breath and said that they are not tiring.

　　 "Oh, brother, you finally sent the shelf. I will wait for the shelf after all the parts are ready. I will be impatient if I don't send it for the goods."

　　 Wanfeng blinked his eyes twice: "Your car is also installed?"

　　 "Pretended to be out yesterday morning."

　　 Fuck, getting under the wheelchair so fast, is this market good!