Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Let's go home first.

There was no one on the main road at the west end of Xiaoshutun Village, and there was only Wan Feng alone on this road with constant traffic in the past.

Sparse firecrackers sounded from time to time in the village, and whip poles were set up in the yards of every household. The top of the whip pole was made of wood or iron sheets, and there was a windmill made of iron sheets at the tip of the airplane. The wind blows. ringing.

The courtyard of the old brigade was deserted, the supply and marketing agency was closed, the clinic was closed, and Sister Hua'er's hosiery factory was also closed.

In the entire big courtyard, his family in the upper courtyard is probably still active.

Wan Feng stood at the gate and looked at the three-story small building of his own house in the Upper Court, which had a resplendent and magnificent aura.

An iron whip pole was also erected in the middle of the yard. The whip pole was painted with silver powder and shone silver in the sun.

Mother, younger brother and younger sister are pasting Spring Festival couplets.

Mother was brushing the paste with a pot of paste, while younger brother Wan Jun pasted Spring Festival couplets with blessing characters on the wall, and younger sister Wan Fang tremblingly held a handful of Spring Festival couplets with blessing characters.

"Brother is back!" Wan Fang yelled when she saw Wan Feng first, and waved the couplets with blessings in her hand like colorful flags.

When Zhu Min saw his son came back, he almost threw away the paste basin in his hand happily.

"I thought I wouldn't come back for the New Year this year."

"No way, it's just that I came back later."

Wan Feng handed the backpack in his hand to his mother, and took the paste basin: "Where are my grandma and my dad?"

"Your grandma went back to your uncle to celebrate the New Year, and your uncle came to pick it up. Your dad is playing poker in the house. You said your dad, we are all posting pairs. He is playing poker on the kang."

When Wan Shuichang is free, he likes to play a poker game called heaven, and he never goes to heaven after playing it for half his life.

"Haha, let him put it on. My brother and sister and I will just post it. Have you got everything ready for the New Year at home?"

"What are you preparing for? Feng'er is well dressed and sent a lot, and she also sent all the food that is available in the market. Your father bought some firecrackers and it's over."

"How many firecrackers did my dad buy?"

"More than 300 yuan."

"I only bought so much! Are there any firecrackers in this business?"

In fact, in 300, there were quite a lot of firecrackers worth 20 yuan, and ordinary people only paid [-] yuan and [-] yuan.

Jiangwei Brigade is the wealthiest place in this area, and the average family firecrackers cost less than one hundred yuan.

"The cooperatives are closed, but there are small shops."

In [-], the management of firecrackers was quite loose, and individual small shops could buy and sell them.

"Quick post, go buy firecrackers after posting."

"Brother! The building is not good, so there are so many more blessings than houses." Wan Jun poked out this sentence without saying a word.

"It's good to live in a shack. You don't need to post a piece of paper. I'll build a shack for you in the yard tomorrow." Wan Feng said straight away and went back.

Living in a building, he felt that there were too many "Fu" stickers.

The blessings on the upper floor were all pasted up, so Wan Feng didn't have to go down a few times to finish posting them on the downstairs as well.

After posting the couplets with blessing characters, Wan Feng looked around for a car.

But apart from Wan Shuichang's motorcycle, there wasn't even a cart in the yard.

It’s okay if you don’t have a car at home. Motorbikes can’t pull many things at all. Do you want to get a Sixiang and drive it first?

He asked his younger brother to borrow a two-wheeler from a neighbor's house. Wan Feng took his younger brother and sister to the Shuangqiao store and bought a cart of firecrackers for [-] yuan.

The owner of the shop was so happy.

Wan Shuichang saw that his son had bought a carload of firecrackers, and he was amused, so he loved to set off firecrackers.

It doesn't bother me to let him go day by day.

After eating at noon, Wan Feng started visiting on Lao Tzu's Jiangwei 70 motorcycle.

Of course, I will go to see grandma, uncle and grandpa, and then go to Luan Feng's house.

Etiquette has to be done.

Wan Feng rode his motorcycle into the South Bend, only to find that earth-shaking changes had also taken place in the South Bend.

Chapter 67 Forgot to wear long johns

The original Nandawan Dongshan Bay is like a book that can't bear to read, it has been bound in a mess by the years.

But at this time, the world presented to Wan Feng's eyes has been completely separated from his memory, separated into two completely different pages.

Dozens of construction sites of different sizes lined up along the mountain curve, and were neatly planned.

Although these construction sites are still in the semi-finished stage at this time, the current appearance has already determined the future prosperity of this area.

With the back of my head, I can think that these unfinished factories will be used as supporting facilities for Nanwan Machinery Factory in the future.

I just said that people with vision are not as precious as pandas!

Although these factories have not yet been built, the cement road in front of the factory is unimpeded first, winding along the mountain bend to the foot of Wanfeng.

Wan Feng stopped for a while on the cement fork, turned the handlebar to the right and turned towards the West Hill.

Compared with the row upon row of Dongshan Bay, Xishan Bay is still the four factories for the time being. Compared with the opposite side, it is as lonely as an abandoned widow.

The instant noodle factory is also in a state of empty buildings. Although the red couplets on both sides of the gate and the red lanterns on the gate are full of festivities, they can't cover up the status quo of everyone in the factory.

The only company that does not have a holiday during the Chinese New Year is the security company, and these factories now employ security personnel from Han Guangjia's company.

At the gate of instant noodles, two security personnel in uniform were chatting in the afternoon sun.

Wan Feng seriously suspected that these two people had eaten too much at noon and were supporting themselves, otherwise they would have gone outside to accept the baptism of the north wind without making full use of the warmth in the reception room.

Wan Shuiming's small hardware factory should not need security personnel, because his home is also in the factory.

But Wan Feng still saw two security personnel at the gate, helping Wan Shuiming set up a cane at the gate.

Changtu County does not set up whips during the Chinese New Year, and Wan Shuiming is doing as the Romans do.

Wan Feng and Wan Shuiming said hello and entered the small building where his family lived. The third aunt and grandma were steaming rice cakes and bean buns, making the room full of steam.

This kind of environment is not suitable for talking too much, so Wan Feng came out after a few words with his grandma and third aunt.