Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Wan Feng didn't know that his mother took advantage of such a thing. He seemed to have never seen his mother wear it.

But he didn't want them. Instead, he left one. He couldn't keep all of them. When his brother married his wife in the future, what would his mother give him?

One by one fair.

Tomorrow is August 1st, and it has been ten days since Wanfeng went home. Since he decided to go back tomorrow, he must now prepare to return to Beiliao.

In fact, there is nothing to prepare, and there is nothing to bring back. The fungus that he and his father picked in the mountain that time dried out almost nine kilograms of dry fungus. This was the only thing he brought.

There is really nothing else to bring. He still has a few hundred yuan in his money, which is not worth the cost of the road.

On the morning of August 1st, Wan Feng said goodbye to his parents with a bag on his back. His father did not send Wan Feng to the station because he had to work in the company. He just stood at the door and watched Wan Feng leave.

When Wan Feng walked to the carpenter's shop, he turned around and saw his parents standing at the door...

Wan Feng's eyes were a bit astringent, and he turned around cruelly and walked to the station and never looked back.

The early bus to the city arrived at Dalinzi Station at 6:30 in the morning, and Wanfeng got on the bus for more than an hour and took the bus to Wuxian Station.

Get off the bus and enter the station to buy a ticket for Longzhen. A girl in front of her is also buying a ticket. When she bought the ticket and left the ticket booth, Wan Feng unexpectedly discovered that it was Zhang Xuan.

I saw her when I came back, and saw him again when I left, fate!

"Zhang Xuan!"

Zhang Xuan staggered, and then looked at Wan Feng suspiciously: "Do you know me?"

Wan Feng nodded and said nonsense: "We will be classmates in two years."

After speaking, pass the money to the ticket booth to buy a ticket.

Zhang Xuan left in confusion. It is estimated that the question mark on his head is almost catching up with the Buddha's hair. This guy said he will be classmates with him in two years? Isn't this person nervous?

At eight o'clock, Wanfeng boarded the train to Longzhen.

After arriving at Longzhen at 12 noon, I waited for the train for three hours in the waiting room, and got on the train bound for Habin at 3:30 in the afternoon.

The train in this time period does not meet the requirements of Wanfeng, because it will arrive at Habin at around ten o'clock in the evening. How can he go to Jiang Ming's house to find him during this time period?

Everything was similar to what Wanfeng had calculated. When the train arrived at Habin Station, it was really 10:30 in the evening.

It's a bit inappropriate to go to someone's house at this time. Besides, Jiang Ming's house is not big. The two sons and the couple live in a house with an area of ​​about 30 square meters. He has no place to live when he goes.

Fortunately, there was a state-run hotel outside the train station, so Wan Feng ran to the hotel and asked for a single room to stay overnight.

Early the next morning, Wan Feng got up and checked out and went to the alley where he met Jiang Ming and his wife last time.

Jiang Ming and his wife are selling breakfast here again.

"Old nephew, are you back? Have you eaten? Drink a bowl of soy milk." Jiang Ming brought a bowl of soy milk and a burrito.

Wan Feng was not hypocritical, so he started to drink.

"Your parents are pretty good?" Jiang Ming asked while busy.

"It's all pretty good."

"I thought you had to stay at home for a few days."

"Just come back and have a look, there are still a lot of things in Beiliao."

"Then when shall we leave?"

"Uncle Jiang, are you sure to go?"

"Of course, you thought I was joking with you."

"I looked at the train timetable when I got off the train. There is a general express to Bohai at 7:40, so let's take that train."

At more than seven o'clock, Jiang Ming went home after finishing his stall and hurriedly cleaned up and went out with Wan Feng. After staying in the waiting room for half an hour, he embarked on the southbound train.

When Habin got on the car, there were still many empty seats in the car. Wan Feng and Jiang Ming occupied two positions facing the window, chatting all the way.

In the summer of 1981, the train was the most leisurely. There was no tourist boom at that time. There were not many people in the full carriages, and there were not many idlers except those working on business.

This situation has changed after 1985. The number of tourists began to increase. At this time of the year, a new term appeared: the tourist season.

"My nephew, you said that the country's policy has been loosened, will there be changes again?" Jiang Ming asked with some worry.

"When a new policy emerges, it is normal for some repetitions to occur, but the big trend cannot be changed. As long as we are careful and cautious, nothing will happen. After 1984, The situation will improve."

The policy is of course repetitive, and Wan Feng has not forgotten the nationwide speculation led by the Eight Kings next year.

In this wave of opportunistic crimes, eight self-employed people in Wenzhou became negative examples. Among them, the largest Hu Jinglin went to the hometown of the mountain eagle to hide for two years.

It wasn't until the state issued the No. 1 Document in 1984 to protect the labor achievements of self-employed individuals. However, the impact of this incident still affected many years.

It was not until after the 1992 Southern Tour that the individual professional households really felt relieved.

Because of this, his garment factory is now attached to the name of Wahou in the name of a collective, just to respond to this wave.

"I'm afraid that the policy will change in three days and two days."

"Like our common people, we are afraid of policy changes and can't stand the toss." At this time, the man in his thirties who sat in the same seat as Jiang Ming also let out a sigh.

This person is dressed as a standard buyer. The most conspicuous thing is the three pens in his pocket~www.ltnovel.com~ Uncle, you are not dressed like a common man, but like a national cadre. "

The man laughed self-deprecatingly: "I am not a cadre, just a small buyer."

This person has a northern accent, and he should also be from the three northern provinces.

"Which unit do you work for?"

"Often drag a subsidiary factory."

Changchun Tractor Factory!

"Changchun?"

The man nodded.

"Good unit, but you, a man with an iron rice bowl, would have such a sigh?"

"Oh! My family lives in the suburbs of Changchun, with a large population. I want to do something, but I feel unsure about it."

"Uncle, can you buy some of the products that are often dragged?"

"You can find me if you want to buy a tractor."

Of course I won’t go to you if I buy a tractor. The 28 tractors produced by Changtuo will be eliminated soon. The modified tractors seem to have not been put into production yet. It will take four years for the small tractors they produce to go on sale. Hit the world.

Wan Feng's eyes rolled a few times: "Uncle, can you leave me your name, unit address and phone number, maybe we will have business contacts in some time."

The other party happily wrote the company address, personal name and the phone number of the factory.

The other's surname is Teng, and his name is Teng Fei.

"Little brother, I listened to your conversation and found that you have a unique insight into many things. What is your name?"

"My name is Li Yang." Wan Feng scorned a name casually.

Jiang Ming looked at Wan Feng strangely, wondering why Wan Feng said a pseudonym.

Teng Fei did not get off the train in Changchun, and got off at a station in the county seat after a few stops.

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