Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Because of the tightness of the school building, the third year of high school and the second year of high school were not in the same school building. They took cultural classes in the house west of the dormitory.

There are two small Wu households between this house and the vocational high school dormitory.

Because of the internship in the third year of high school, this empty house is always empty.

These senior high school students waited bluffing and rushed past the gable of this empty house to the front of the house, and they were dumbfounded.

On this side of the house, there were about thirty or forty people standing neatly in a line, looking at them with ugly expressions.

"See if these guys kicked the doorknob of my dormitory three times last night. I caught a cold. I just gave them language education. It's a pity that these guys are stubborn and don't accept ideological education. Now there is nothing to say. Yes, beat them up for me!"

Wan Feng raised his hand and pointed to the direction of the Qianjun. Those students rushed towards the seniors in high school like a tide.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it was the largest group battle in the history of vocational high schools. The two sides dispatched more than 50 troops.

These fifty-odd numbers are not for waving the flag and shouting, but for direct action.

It is said that the more people there are, the more they can't fight, but these people do fight, but there is no intense scene, on the contrary, it is a bit dull.

Because there was almost no decent fighting between the two sides, the guys in the senior year of high school usually do a group of people beating a few people, where they have done a group of dozens of people, and they broke up before they did it, looking for someone to escape. The way is gone.

But where can you run with so many people?

In the end, one by one was beaten up and swollen, crying and calling mom.

This made Wan Feng feel boring when he was ready to applaud.

Wan Feng scrutinized these high school students one by one: "Remember that the number of my dormitory is the first one of high school. From now on, I will kick the door and stare at the door in the evening, and then kick the door of our dormitory to interrupt your puppy legs! Listen to me. That garment factory belongs to me. It’s not where you should go. Have you heard me stay away from there in the future?"

No one answered.

"Ah? Didn't you hear that? Brothers gave me their ears. They didn't even hear my loud voice. Probably they hadn't ears since I was young."

A student over there flew up and kicked one down: "My brother asks you something, have you heard it?"

"I heard it, I heard it."

Wanfeng is very satisfied with this effect.

Then he took out a stack of tickets from his pocket, and everyone gave two dollars.

"Actually, you **** are still very cost-effective. I have to pay you for the beating. Two yuan to offset your beating is also worth it. If you don't want it, I will take it back. I will give it to you today. One comes with money, and if anyone has no money to spend, he will find Lao Tzu to give Lao Tzu a beating, and he will have the money to spend. Depending on the degree of the beating, Lao Tzu will give a reward ranging from two to ten yuan. Everyone is welcome to sign up. "

Those students brought by Wan Feng were a little bit stunned, and there is this kind of operation?

"Okay, that's all for today's affairs. If you don't agree, you can come to me at any time and we are leaving."

Wan Feng waved away a cloud.

Those who were beaten paid out. Of course, those who beat others had to have money. Wan Feng paid three yuan to everyone who followed him. He spent hundreds of yuan in this battle.

But Wan Feng felt that it was a good deal, so whoever wanted to trouble him in the future would weigh his own strength clearly, and stay away from him if he had no strength.

After the training, Wan Feng returned to the garment factory. Zhang Xuan first ran out of the house and circled Wan Feng.

"What are you doing, pretending to be a bee and walking around me?"

"Let me see if you were beaten."

This woman is usually smart, so why is she confused? Does Lao Tzu still use his own hands? Lao Tzu can kill anyone who rolls his eyes at him with money.

Seeing Wanfeng safe and sound, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm ready to comfort you, but it's a pity that you came back well."

Hey, what's the matter with this woman, do you still want Lao Tzu to come back like a wounded soldier on the battlefield?

Tonight Zhang Xuan personally cooks for the triumphant Wanfeng. The steamed buns are steamed well, but the dishes...

Wanfeng has always felt that if a good woman like Zhang Xuan can't cook, it would be a huge waste. Now it seems to be a real waste.

Luan Feng was so miserable that he was cooking at the beginning, but after being protested by Wan Feng, he worked hard and finally turned over.

Wan Feng considers whether to let Zhang Xuan work hard, but when he thinks that Zhang Xuan is not his own wife, it is affectionate if he can cook it for you, so he can only ask for something special, so he can only pinch his nose and swallow. .

But some people will not compromise.

"Zhang Xuan will work exclusively in the future, so don't let her worry about this cooking." He Yanfei's words are still quite level.

"What is this stuff? It's not delicious at all, pig..."

"Huh huh! Wang Wenmin made three ski shirts after eating, and it's not a salary if you can't finish them." Zhang Xuan put on a pair of shoes of several sizes for Wang Wenmin on the spot.

"What! Zhang Xuan! You are too much! I want..."

"What are you doing? Do you want to do it? Okay, then move back to the dormitory immediately.

"I want to go to the toilet, and I didn't say anything else!" Wang Wenmin pretended to be a bear on the spot.

These women are noisy all day long, don't they panic?

After eating, Wanfeng returned to the dormitory without staying here. Today, all the students came back, and he was no longer alone in the dormitory.

The dormitory was really overcrowded, and the classmates who came back were bragging to each other about what they had seen and heard at home this holiday.

Some showed off how many rabbits they had set up on the mountain, others showed off how many catties of fish they caught in the shaved ice hole in the river.

Guo Wu happily said that he made five yuan at home this holiday.

Someone immediately asked him how he made money.

"I went to the river to collect the fish from the fishermen who shaved ice on the river to catch the fish. Then I took the bus to the Wuxian market and sold it~www.ltnovel.com~ I made 50 catties of fish on the first day. Three yuan, two yuan the next day."

"What about the third day?"

"On the third day of numbness, someone wouldn't let me sell them, and they would beat me if they wanted to sell them again." Guo Wu said depressed.

This product is really a bit of a trader, and even if others have this idea, they may not dare to make a gesture.

"Guo Wu, if you like to do business, I can take you to a place, there is a huge market, you can go there to buy anything you want to sell, very cheap."

Guo Wu sat up quietly: "Really, are there any military caps? I want to buy a military cap to wear, but unfortunately it is too expensive here. An authentic military cap costs more than 30 yuan."

The military cap mentioned by Guo Wu is the kind of military cotton cap. Military caps are very popular in the winter of the past two years. Every young man is proud of having a military cap.

It seems that there will be a lot of robbing of military caps next winter.

There must be some in the Wahou market, some authentic and some imitations.