Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

It took about half an hour for Zhou Xiaowen to come down again.

Seeing Zhou Xiaowen coming down from the mountain through the glass, Wan Feng took the ink cartridge and left the supply and marketing cooperative.

"Teacher, how is it?"

Zhou Xiaowen smiled, Wan Feng was relieved and he had a door.

"The school is based on the actual situation, after careful consideration, for the general..."

"Teacher, we are a family, so don't talk about those eight-part essays with me, just do it." Wan Feng quickly interrupted Zhou Xiaowen.

What the **** is going on outside the station in this cold weather.

"The principal agreed, but there is a reason for you not to come to school. The reason for not going to school at home is that you are sick..."

"Yeah, I was already sick."

"Don't interrupt, the school will give you 20 days of sick leave. You must get it for the final exams. Have you remembered? Otherwise, the school won't be able to explain it, and the impact will be bad."

That's it.

"No problem, you go back and tell the principal that you can see Chai He at school tomorrow afternoon."

"Give you ink money."

"Come on, buy sweets for your daughter, teacher, I'm going back to recuperate."

This time Wan Feng's mood was completely relieved, the fever was half healed again, and he was almost healed.

When I returned to my grandma's house singing a small song, my brother-in-law was sweeping the street.

Don’t you think it’s not too busy? The bride will stay on the kang for three days, and the groom will get up and sweep the street the next day. This is also against the peace.

"Uncle, do you sweep the street when you wake up?"

Zhu Ping rolled his eyes: "Who told you that I got up? I got up long ago."

"Come on, the curtains of your room were still pulled when I got up, don't think I don't understand anything."

As soon as he understood everything, Zhu Ping seemed to think of something, and walked away for a while.

The sharp-eyed Wan Feng showed a smirk at the first glance.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhu Ping was a little bit overwhelmed.

"Well, the trick I taught you is easy to use? This trick is more suitable for summer, but also for spring and autumn. In winter, it is a bit frozen."

"Hurry up and get rid of me!"

Zhu Ping raised his broom and was about to shoot, Wan Feng turned around and ran into his grandma's house.

But he ran out a minute later.

"Where can I buy large firewood, and not too far away."

Zhu Ping was shocked: "What are you doing with the big firewood?"

"Look at what you asked, burn it. If you eat it, you will definitely not buy it."

"The nearest one has to go to the British Commune, where there is a mountainous area and some firewood."

"Who in the team has relatives or outlets in the British Commune?"

Zhu Ping thought for a while: "You go ask Zhang Hai?"

Pa La and Fan Wanfeng rode his car towards Xigou. When he reached the team headquarters, he happened to see Zhang Hai coming out of the team headquarters and seemed to be going home for dinner.

Seeing Wanfeng Zhang Hai stopped.

Wan Feng threw his own problem to Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai frowned and thought: "I vaguely remember that Chen Cang said that he had a sister or younger sister at Daying Tan's house. Go and ask him."

Chen Cang's sister is married to the Tan Family Third Team of the Tan Family Brigade of the British Commune.

"My sister has large firewood at home, but it is definitely not ten thousand catties, but if you draw and draw the neighbors, you will probably have this number. There are other firewoods there."

Do you still mean that there is no firewood guarding the mountain area!

"I don't want wool firewood, I want big firewood with dry branches. A truck that doesn't support the stubble of wool firewood can't hold much. Do they have a big tractor over there?"

Chen Cang shook his head.

Damn it, you have to go to the cart yourself.

"I'll give you five yuan for wages. Go to your sister and see. How much does it cost for us to go to the car? How much do they send for the car?"

"Then I'll leave now. I'll be fine at home anyway. If I can't come back in the evening, I will definitely be back at 8 or 9 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Wan Feng gave Chen Cang his bicycle and gave him five yuan.

Chen Cang hurried home and said that he rode his bike to the Gushan Mountain with Wanfeng.

Forty or fifty miles north of Gushan Commune is the boundary of the British Commune. Wan Feng estimated that Chen Cang would not be able to return that day.

Chen Cang went to Daying and he went to Gushan by car to the county seat.

"If there are too many firewood and more than five thousand catties," Wan Feng exhorted Chen Cang again when he jumped off his bicycle at Gushan Station.

Chen Cang rode away.

Wan Feng waited more than ten minutes on the side of the road and got on a bus to the county seat.

It was already 12:30 by the time he found him at Zhou Bingde's house in the county seat.

Zhou Bingde did not neglect at all and took Wan Feng straight to the quilt factory.

If it is said that female workers in textile printing and dyeing factories are most unconvinced in the clothing factory, the female workers in the clothing factory are like crucian carp who cross the river, and the female workers outside the factory gate are tumbling like a big river during working hours.

Thousands of rivers return to the sea, and the end of the big river is the sea. Now the quilt factory is a sea. After these women workers rushed into the sea, Zhou Bingde brought Wan Feng to the entrance of the quilt factory.

After being informed by the guard, Zhou Bingde took Wan Feng into the office building of the clothing factory.

"This building was built by us back then, can you give us your opinion?"

Wan Feng glanced around and threw down four words: "What is it?"

A three-story building five or six years ago asked him to comment, isn't it a joke?

"When the building behind our Wa is built, it will become a model project for the first construction. The building you are building now will be the same."

Zhou Bingde laughed: "What's the special thing about your stupid pen is not the same as others."

During the talk, the two walked along the corridor to the door of the innermost office.

Zhou Bingde knocked on the door and heard a woman's voice: "Come in!"

Is the director of the quilt factory female?

Wan Feng pulls the door, Zhou Bing Deang walked in, with Wan Feng following behind.

The area of ​​the office is not large, it is only a dozen square meters. There is an ordinary desk directly opposite the door. There is a bottle of flowers on the desk, and there is a newspaper rack and a bookcase in the corner.

There is a long chair under the west wall.

If it were not for the presence of a dial-up phone on the desk, Wan Feng would never have thought it was a factory director's office.

Sitting behind the desk was a woman who looked about forty years old. She was not charming, but she looked pleasing to the eye.

"Lao Zhou, here you are! Sit down!" The woman was very enthusiastic and poured a pot of water for Zhou Bingde.

Zhou Bingde sat on a long chair and said, "Director Liu, do you have any impression of the sewing machine I told you the other day?"

"Of course I have an impression after these two days."

"This is my godson. He wants to buy it. Arrange someone to take him to see it."

The female factory director looked at Wan Feng suspiciously: "You mean he wants to buy a sewing machine?"

"Hehe, don't you believe it? If I don't understand him, I don't believe it either."

"What does he buy a sewing machine for?"

"His clothing store at ~www.ltnovel.com~ found me without a sewing machine. I wonder if you have something you don't need."

"Where is his sir?"

"My lord? Well, his sir is not at home to go out." Zhou Bingde can only say so.

Director Liu nodded: "Then I will find someone to take him to see."

He got up and went out, and soon he called in a man in his thirties who looked like a custodian.

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