Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The police shook hands with Wan Feng enthusiastically, and also saluted him.

"Our society needs someone like you, especially if you are still a teenager. Please accept my high respect here." After Kadi gave Wanfeng a salute, Wanfeng was in a hurry.

Liu Xiyuan followed the police officer and left. Before leaving, she kept staring at Wan Feng, as if she wanted to imprint Wan Feng in her bones.

Most likely, she will be handed over to the local public security department when she is parking in Changchun ahead, and the local public security department will send her home. As for Zhang Guolin, it is estimated that she will be squatting in the fence for some time.

This time Wan Feng has plenty of room to sleep, at least he can sleep on the small table in front of him.

The car stopped here in Changchun for more than ten minutes. Wan Feng estimated that Liu Xiyuan and Zhang Guolin must get off here.

He has never been to Changchun in the previous life, but he will definitely come in this lifetime, and in three years he will definitely live in this city for a period of time.

His goal is to earn a minimum of one million back here during that time.

Taking the train is not a pleasant thing, especially when the train takes dozens of hours, it is simply a very sinful thing.

From Shenyang to Habin for more than 1,100 miles, the train ran for more than ten hours, and arrived at the terminal station of the train at Habin at more than six o'clock in the morning.

The terminal of this train has arrived, but Wanfeng's journey is far from over.

He also has to buy a train ticket to Longzhen.

From Habin to Longzhen about 350 kilometers, he still has to take a few hours by train.

The train from Habin to Longzhen departs at 8:15 in the morning and arrives at the station around 5 in the afternoon.

It's not seven o'clock yet.

Wanfeng left the train station to look for food outside, casually look at the scenery of Habin.

Wanfeng passed Habin several times in the previous life, but every time it was night and never caught up with the day.

In a hutong outside Habin Railway Station, Wan Feng was very surprised to see two stalls selling soy milk and tofu nao. What surprised Wan Feng was that the stall was still an acquaintance.

As the saying goes, no coincidence cannot make a book, but this is too special a coincidence.

"Uncle Jiang! How come I met you here?" Wan Feng exclaimed in surprise.

The man in his thirties who was patrolling around with vigilant eyes from time to time was dumbfounded by Wan Feng's cry. It took him a long time to recognize Wan Feng.

"Are you Xiaofeng?"

"It's me, it's me!"

"Oh, hold the grass! This is really a coincidence."

Uncle Jiang’s name was Jiang Ming, a Harbin youth. He lived at the door of Wanfeng’s house when he was in the quarter of the Red Bianjiang Farm. He returned to the city with his wife and children at the end of 1978.

He had a good relationship with Wan Feng's family back then, and Wan Feng often went to his home to play.

Jiang Ming shouted at a woman: "Xueqi, the boss of the eldest sisters."

The woman graciously agreed with a rhetorical question: "Who?"

"Remember Xiaofeng?"

"Xiaofeng, in the morning and early morning, the child from sister Zhu's family is opposite our family?"

"Yes, it's him!"

"Where?"

Xu Xueqi, a well-known beauty who was famous in the quarter of the Red Bianjiang Farm, rushed over.

"It's Xiaofeng, this is so tall? When we walked from the 31st straight, was he only so tall?"

Xu Xueqi felt depressed when she made a gesture with Wanfeng. Even if she was short at that time, she wouldn't have reached your hip bone axis, right?

"Jiang Ming, give Xiaofeng two cakes and a bowl of tofu, wait until we finish the stall and then chat, Xiaofeng, you eat first, wait until we close the stall and then chat."

Jiang Ming bought Wan Feng a bowl of hot soy milk and two white flour pancakes.

Wan Feng didn't pretend, so he ate it with a puff of criticism.

It is estimated that the couple of Uncle Jiang came here in the morning when the various departments of the country did not go to work and came here stealthily.

Sure enough, as soon as seven o'clock came, they hurriedly collected the stall and packed all the household items on a trolley.

"Xiaofeng, come to my house and sit for a while, not far from here."

Wan Feng shook his head: "Uncle Jiang, Aunt Xu, I won't go to your house on my 8:15 train."

Jiang Ming's eyes rolled a few times: "Then wait here, I will be back in more than ten minutes, don't leave anywhere!"

Wan Feng was sitting on the road teeth by the side of the alley and waiting.

More than ten minutes later, Jiang Ming and his wife came out again.

"Uncle Jiang and Aunt Xu are you not going to work today?"

"Is your Uncle Jiang a working person?"

This is true. In the morning and early morning, he often doesn't work in the company, carries a gun for hunting in winter, and gets sick every few times in summer.

"Uncle Jiang, you guys seem to be back at the end of July or August, and it's almost three years since this special event."

"No, I plan to go back this winter and look for Lao Jin to go hunting."

Lao Jin was a hunter of the original thirty-two company. At the thirty-first company, Jiang Ming often went hunting in the old woods with Lao Jin.

"Thirty-one consecutive years are already yellow. We have all moved to the three-point field. If you want to go, you will have to find it along the river."

"Huh? Huang?" This news was very unexpected to Jiang Ming~www.ltnovel.com~ It seems to be Huang last summer. My mother wrote to say that the 31st and 32nd company had moved to the three-point field. Lao Jin's family and my family are in a company. "

Jiang Ming heard something wrong: "Where did you come from?"

Wan Feng recounted the matter of preparing to return to his grandma's house the previous winter.

Jiang Ming was surprised: "You came back to Longjiang by yourself?"

Wan Feng nodded.

"Grass, you brave brat, you are not afraid of being sold."

"Hehe, I'm not a woman, so whoever sells me to do what."

The three chatted without pulling or pulling.

After Jiang Ming's family returned to Habin, they did not become unemployed young people, so they were arranged to work in a small factory on the street.

But Jiang Mingsheng is not a person working in a factory. He either asks for leave or asks for a sick account. He started selling breakfast on a whim the other day, and his income is at least better than working.

"Your aunt and I secretly sell each other every morning, and you can draw one or two hundred dollars a month. It's so good that Bitme is comfortable at work."

You said that opening a restaurant still has a future. Wanfeng doesn't think it is too interesting to sell it early. It is necessary to lead them to the right path.

Therefore, Wan Feng recounted what he had done.

"What? You have a small garment factory now? You also have a shoe factory?" Jiang Ming almost fell off his front teeth in surprise.

Wan Feng took out the clothes in his shoulder bag: "I made these for my parents and brothers and sisters when I went home, and the shoes on my feet were made by our shoe factory."

Xu Xueqi stared at the clothes Wan Feng took out, and she fiddled with it for a long time.

Jiang Ming also fell into contemplation.

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