Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Zhang Xuan was right. All the time she and Wan Feng had known each other had not been more than a day. Of course, she could not accept Wanfeng's things casually if she was not relatives.

Wan Feng said nothing.

Zhang Xuan reluctantly left the clothing counter, and the two wandered around the store for a while.

"Go to the bookstore." Zhang Xuan suggested.

For the students of that era, bookstores are almost a must-see, even if you don’t buy a book and look at the cover, you can watch it for several hours.

"Okay!" Wan Feng nodded in agreement, anyway, it didn't matter where he went.

The two came down from the third floor of the store and walked out of the store.

"Electronic watch, electronic watch, do you want an electronic watch?"

As soon as he left the store, Wanfeng heard someone selling an electronic watch.

A young man on the left stood against the wall of the department store, surrounded by several people.

"How much?" asked a farmer-like person.

"Sixty, no two prices."

Hold the grass, is the electronic watch in Wu County still so expensive? On the Hongya side, it has dropped to about thirty.

"It's too expensive." The farmer-like man turned and wanted to leave.

"Brother, can you make it cheaper? If it can be cheaper, this big brother and I will buy a piece alone, what do you think?" At this time, a young man in a white shirt and blue trousers came on the court and stretched out his hand to hold the peasant who was leaving. People.

The electronic watch seller thought for two seconds: "Fifty-five, it can't be cheaper anymore, this is the lowest price."

The young man in the white shirt glanced at the farmer and said again: "Fifty, we two will buy one piece. What do you think of this big brother?"

The farmer-like person seemed to hesitate: "Fifty is also a bit expensive."

"I will lose at fifty, and I can't sell it." Selling electronic watches hesitated.

The young man in white shirt took two watches from the electronic watch seller: "I don't know what to pay for, you guys who do business, they want it, the price is forty-eight! We want it." He took a watch. When I caught the image of a peasant, I started to pay for it.

The farmer-like person hesitated and took out the money.

Wan Feng shook his head and pulled Zhang Xuan's hands down the steps to watch the excitement.

When he stepped down the steps, Zhang Xuan shook off Wan Feng's hand, and said with a blushing face, "You are not allowed to pull a girl's hand casually."

"Ah! It's your hand! I thought I caught a piece of pork, hot!"

"You...you're just pork!" Zhang Xuan's face turned red.

"Not pork? It feels exactly the same as pork."

"You still say it!"

Zhang Xuan was shy and waved to shoot Wanfeng. He waved his hand but didn't dare to shoot.

"It's really like a pig... Did the electronic watch seller see any doorway?" The two walked across the crossroad to the opposite bookstore.

"Is there any way, isn't it that someone bought two electronic watches for forty-eight dollars?"

"In fact, the man sold a watch, and the young man in the white shirt was a supporter."

"Thank you? What is it?"

"It's the person who helps fool people. The young man in white shirt is in the same group as selling electronic watches, who specializes in fooling people."

This phenomenon still surprised Wan Feng, and now it's all out! Maybe this is normal in the south, but here is the northernmost small town on the border, so it seems a bit early for the support to appear here.

It's not surprising that Zhang Xuan is still confused about the word "trust". Now that anyone on the street tells anyone about this thing, everyone is dizzy and unclear.

In the 1980s, there were no fewer people in the Xinhua Bookstore than in the department store, and the entire hall on the first floor was full of people, bustling with people.

Zhang Xuan's interest in magazines clearly surpassed other books, and went directly to the magazine area.

Wan Feng thought she would be interested in a clothing magazine that had just been published, but who knew that this product would have asked for a copy of northern literature.

Doesn't she have a tendency to become a literary youth?

It seems that she didn't find her speciality in this area in school.

"I love to read novels. I love to read all novels. It is the happiest thing for me to read novels in bed at night."

It's not a good thing to love to read novels. If you love too much, you want to write, and you will naturally become a literary and artistic youth.

However, Wan Feng feels that Zhang Xuan's hobby is worthy of support. It is better to read at home than to go to the street.

"Give me a copy of a novel magazine," Wan Feng said to the salesperson at the counter.

"Do you want to buy it? You can't show it to you if you don't buy it." The salesperson thought Wan Feng was coughing in vain.

"Of course I bought it, as long as it's a literary book."

The salesperson rushed to pick up a large stack of magazines from the counter, almost twenty.

These publications, such as "October" and "Harvest", are large publications that cost one yuan, while other publications such as "Shanhua", "Sprouting" and "Yalujiang" are each worth more than 40 cents, and a few thicker ones are around 60 cents.

There are four large-scale publications in this stack of magazines, and the rest are medium and small literary publications.

These books cost more than twelve dollars in total.

Zhang Xuan didn't bring his schoolbag, so Wan Feng had to put these books in his schoolbag, and then sent them to Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan was still surprised. Wan Feng bought a stack of books for more than ten yuan at once, which made her a little unacceptable. It was the first time she saw someone buy a book like this.

"Stupid? I will lend you these books first, including this schoolbag, and return them to me when school starts."

It was originally intended to be given to her, but after thinking about it, I was afraid that she would not accept it, so I had to say to lend her first~www.ltnovel.com~ Seeing that Wanfeng spent more than ten dollars on books and still distressed Zhang Xuan heard that these books were loaned to her She was gone, and the regret in her heart was immediately replaced by joy.

So many books have been enough for her to read for a long time.

Seeing that it was noon, Wan Feng suggested going to eat.

"Why don't you eat at my house?" Zhang Xuan said hesitantly.

"Pull it down, I don't want to be seen by your mother as a son-in-law."

"You want to be beautiful!" Zhang Xuan said shyly.

After leaving the bookstore, Wanfeng took Zhang Xuanguai into the Yingbin Hotel.

There were still a lot of people in the restaurant at noon, and Wan Feng took a seat for Zhang Xuan to wait here.

Wan Feng ordered four dishes: shredded pork with Beijing sauce, deep-fried pork tenderloin, clear stewed aihua, and mixed stew.

After Wanfeng brought the dishes back, Xuan's eyes wouldn't turn around. This guy asked for so many dishes, can he eat them?

Besides, these dishes are all hard-headed goods, I'm afraid it costs a few yuan, right?

"Do you eat rice or steamed buns?"

"Rice it."

Steamed buns are not a rare thing here. I am tired of eating every day, so Zhang Xuan chooses rice.

Wan Feng bought two more bottles of soda, and the two of them started eating.

"This shredded pork has to be rolled up with tofu skin to have a special taste. This is the aohua, which is the fish in our Longjiang. This is a chaotic stew. It has everything in it. Don't be polite. Throw it away if you can't eat it."

Wan Feng was afraid that Zhang Xuan was embarrassed to eat, and while introducing her, she put vegetables into her rice bowl.

"I can do it myself."

"I'm afraid you will be embarrassed. When you go home and say you are hungry and eat hard, it will be wasted if we can't eat."

Even if they tried hard to eat, the two of them didn't get rid of these dishes, and there was still a lot of them left.

Zhang Xuan looked at the dishes left on the table with regret.

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