Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"Small problem. A small gear in the machine lost its teeth. It broke last year. There were no accessories and it was thrown away. Now I guess the hardware store in the county should have accessories, but the public goods have been thrown there. .”

It doesn't matter if the machinery is broken, as long as it can be repaired.

"Okay! Then I want it, then when will I come to get the machine."

Yan Shufang thought about it for a while: "Let's go to the next market. I will discuss with the secretary of the cooperative how much we can get. Come to the next market and I will send you a letter."

Before Wan Feng and Luan Feng left, Yan Shufang gave Luan Feng a cutting book, a ruler and scissors.

When Luan Feng went out, the circles of her eyes were red with emotion.

Wan Feng would have to carry Luan Feng on his back.

After leaving Heyan Village in Gushan Commune, the two walked into the orchard by the river outside Heyan Village.

Although the apples are still green in the orchard in July, the air is already filled with a clear fragrance, which is refreshing to the heart and lungs.

"Can you make some clothes and pants now?" Wan Feng pushed the cart, and Luan Feng followed behind.

In front is the sandy beach by the river, you need to push the car to the river to cross the river.

"There should be no problem."

"I have to practice more when I go home, and I finally learned not to be hungry."

"But how do you practice without cloth?"

"I really want to cut your head open to see if there is cement in it, why are you so stupid like a pig sometimes, wait until I buy you some wrapping paper and practice with paper if there is no cloth."

To measure and cut clothes, paper can be used instead of cloth, anyway, it is for practice.

"Making paper clothes? How unlucky that is."

Only the dead wear paper clothes.

"Who asked you to do it? I asked you to practice cutting out the size or something, and I didn't ask you to make it. It's unreasonable."

He said so, but Wan Feng also made up his mind, so when he went back to the brigade supply and marketing cooperative to buy paper, he didn't buy the kind of wrapping paper that can be used as burning paper, but bought a bundle of red paper.

Chapter 1 Thirteen

Wan Feng sent the red paper to Luan Feng's house.

This was his first visit to Luan Feng's house.

Luan Feng's father was an ordinary member of the team, and her mother was also an ordinary housewife.

When Wan Feng came, her mother had just gone to wash clothes by the river, and only Luan Feng was waiting for him at home.

What Wan Feng didn't expect was that after delivering the papers, he even acted as a guest model, becoming Luan Feng's first customer after he became a teacher.

Luan Feng took the ruler to measure him, measured up and down, left and right until he got tired of measuring.

"I said how did you learn it? It took you so long to measure a size, can you do it?"

Luan Feng rolled her eyes at Wan Feng: "If the measurement is not good, the fabric may be wasted when cutting, so I have to be careful and careful, turn around!"

What they said was right, Wan Feng was at the mercy of others like a puppet.

After being played around for a long time, Wan Feng finally realized that this woman was not measuring him, she was pinching here and there, grabbing straws to take advantage of him.

People are always boys molesting girls, but when it comes to him, he himself becomes the object of being molested.

36 runs are the best!

Luan Feng's house was located on the side of the road leading to the east road of the brick and tile factory, so Wan Feng rode his bicycle to the brick and tile factory after leaving Luan Feng's house.

After Luan Feng finished her studies, her bicycle was returned to its original owner.

It will take a few days for the red bricks to come out of the kiln. The people in the brick and tile factory are now concentrating on making the water billet, and the site is very busy.

Wan Feng walked around the blank cutting machine, carefully checked the quality of the water billets coming out of the blank cutting machine, and then transferred to the cement tile workshop.

Zhu Ping is currently in charge of the cement tile workshop, and he leads seven or eight people to make cement tiles.

These people work carefully, trying to avoid defective products.

The two versions of cement tiles designed by Wan Feng were both produced in the shape of a thousand and eight pieces, and they were stacked in two small stacks on the open space outside the cement factory.

This is basically a stereotyped product.

In another house, Yang Fusheng, who specializes in writing couplets during the Chinese New Year in this village, is splashing ink and copying the advertisements written by Wan Feng, and he has already copied dozens of them.

Zhang Hai got a flower mirror from somewhere and pretended to read the advertisement copied by Yang Fusheng.

The words on the red paper are the size of a matchbox, and he wears a pair of glasses, isn't that a pretense!

You wear flower glasses with such big characters, and you will be struck by lightning if you don’t hit a tree when you go out.

"I said Uncle Zhang Hai, you wear glasses for such a big character, what do you want my nephew to say about you?"

"Doesn't this seem learned?"

"Bah! Who are you showing it to?"

Zhang Hai took off his eyes from the bridge of his nose and returned them to Yang Fusheng: "I'm getting dizzy wearing this thing."

deserve it!This is the authentic looking for eggplant without eggs.

"Nephew! I'm still a little worried. Will posting this stuff attract business?"

"Of course!" Wan Feng answered with certainty.

"Then I'll send people around to post it tomorrow."

"Give me ten. I'm going to the commune tomorrow. I might go to the Blue Mountain Farm. I'll post a few."

Zhang Hai picked up ten advertisements and gave them to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng went to Blue Mountain Farm tomorrow to sell popsicles. He spent a lot of money on himself and on Luan Feng, and the money was not much but less.

This must be made up for, and there will be more places to spend money in the future. At least the sewing machine can't be less than 50 yuan even if it is the cheapest price.

Sitting at home, money will never come. In his previous life, Wan Feng’s creed was that no pie would fall from the sky. In this life, he plans to inherit this creed. At least if he has this creed in his heart, he will not be deceived.

So starting tomorrow, he will start a new money-making model.

He has already found two agents for Xiaorenshu, so he doesn't have to worry about it at all. The only thing he can use is to collect the money for a few days and then clean up the broken glass.