Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

When Zhang Xiangping staggered backwards, Xiao Jun rushed up from one side and punched Zhang Xiangping in the face.

Although Xiao Jun didn't know what happened, but Wan Feng had no reason not to do it, no matter who was right and who was wrong.

The guys pushing the cart in front heard a sound behind them, turned around and saw the two bosses fighting with them, and with a bang, put the cart on the beach by the road and rushed over like a swarm of bees.

When he got close, he hugged his legs and hugged his waist without asking the reason, pinching his hands and gnashing his teeth, all in the posture of an ant gnawing on a bone.

Zhang Xiangping was unlucky for the whirlwind of gossip, and within a short time, he was pushed to the ground by a group of children and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Wan Feng pulled those boys away, and looked down at Zhang Xiangping who was lying on the ground panting heavily.

"You old bastard, now you know who I am? Don't think that children are easy to bully. Will you still bully children in the future? Get up!"

Zhang Xiangping lay on the ground determined not to get up.

Now that he is sober from the wine, he also understands in his heart that these children are not easy to mess with, and it is better to lie down all the time than to get up and lie down.

Wan Feng wanted to beat him a few more times, but Zhang Xiangping couldn't survive.

Wan Feng stepped on Zhang Xiangping's face and put his head on the sand.

"Do you dare to bully me again in the future?"

"Don't dare anymore." Zhang Xiangping said with a whimper.

Zhang Xiangping is also an old fritter, and he knows that a good man will not suffer from immediate losses, so he hastened to give up.

People like him can be beaten and bullied to death, those who can't be beaten will run away, and those who can't run will be subdued.

Uncle Tun almost always has this virtue.

"When you're paralyzed, I'll provoke Lao Tzu to kill you! If you see Lao Tzu walking around again, get out!"

With a bruised nose and swollen face, Zhang Xiangping got up from the ground, picked up his bicycle and staggered away.

"Just let him go?" Xiao Jun asked suspiciously.

"Are you still going to beat him to death? Don't look at us as children who beat someone to death and we are sent to reeducation through labor."

"What hatred do you have with this guy?" Xiao Jun asked looking at Zhang Xiangping's back.

Wan Feng recounted what happened to him in Huangjialing two days ago.

"It's time to beat! Adults bully children and beat them lightly. I should have known how many times I just beat them."

Meeting Zhang Xiangping here was just an accidental episode, the main thing was the sewing machine.

Xiao Jun's little brother pushed the two-wheeler to the river again, and hurriedly unloaded the sewing machine.

"You go back to eat, the car will be here later." These children helped him to here and fought for him, Wan Feng felt sorry and wanted them to go back for lunch.

"Don't! In case that old bastard comes back again, we'll wait for your car to arrive before leaving."

Now Xiao Jun is probably very much looking forward to Zhang Xiangping's return to the carbine, so that he can enjoy himself again.

Zhang Xiangping back?That's impossible, this is not Huangjialing, if he kills the carbine, he will be the number one idiot in the world.

Chapter 128 The First Kiln Brick

"Xiao Jun! In the afternoon, these little brothers will each give [-] cents to buy something to eat, and then I will pay from my share. Your brothers will not need money for reading in the future."

Wan Feng's decision elicited cheers from the children.

Liang Wan's carriage arrived quickly, and Wan Feng and the others only waited for about ten minutes. Liang Wan drove the carriage joltingly, and Luan Feng sat on the carriage shed.

After several people carried the sewing machine into the carriage, Wan Feng and Xiao Jun waved goodbye.

"Is this the sewing machine you bought?" Liang Wan asked while wrapping a rope around the sewing machine.

"Why would I buy that thing? I don't know how to use it. Luan Feng bought it, and her master contacted her."

After Xiao Jun and his group left, Liang Wan drove the carriage back to Wa and sent the sewing machine to Luan Feng's house. He and Wan Feng carried the machine into Luan Feng's room, and put it in a place that Luan Feng had chosen long ago. position.

With her own machine, Luan Feng's hair is so excited that there is no wind, her face is rosy and her eyes are full of autumn water. If her mother, whose face is almost blooming, is not by her side, she will definitely eat Wan Feng's face like a watermelon.

At that time, having a sewing machine in a rural home was a matter of pride. Not to mention the brilliance, the toilet probably had to follow suit.

Luan Feng propped up the four feet of the sewing machine until she was sure that the machine was not shaking at all, and then she turned on the machine and actually operated it.

"How is it, are you okay?"

"Very good, thank you..." Luan Feng swallowed another word of thank you when he saw Wan Feng's eyes.

This bastard is most annoyed by the words of thanks, and he turns black when he hears the words of thanks, and he doesn't know what's wrong with him.

"Next you will try to make clothes and pick up jobs. It doesn't matter if you don't have any work. It's the off-season for making clothes. You will be busy in winter. I'll get you some cloth tickets and some cloth for you to practice."

As soon as I said this, the radio box on the wall suddenly squeaked: "Jiangwei Team Broadcasting Station, Jiangwei Team Broadcasting Station, now broadcasting notifications, now broadcasting notifications, the brick kiln of the Wahou Squad is out of the kiln today, useful Comrades who use bricks and tiles should go and have a look, the brigade buys bricks and tiles and they promise to deliver them home without paying, so if you want them, go and have a look.”

Fuck!Today is the day to leave the kiln, how could I forget.

He is the technical guide for getting out of the kiln and installing the kiln, and he is inseparable at this time.

Getting out of the kiln is different from loading the kiln. There is no temperature limit for loading the kiln, but when the kiln is out of the kiln, not only is the temperature inside the kiln suffocating, but the bricks are like burning charcoal, which can cause burns.

"Luan Feng, I have to go to the brick kiln immediately after leaving the kiln today, so let's go."

Wan Feng rushed to the brick and tile factory as quickly as possible.

The brick and tile factory is no different from normal days, neither firecrackers nor gongs and drums.

The brick kiln ceased fire a few days ago, and all the closed kiln doors were opened to ventilate the high temperature inside the kiln.

The members of the commune in Wahou gathered in the shade of the cement tile factory building, as if they were waiting to watch a play.

Wan Feng looked at the unobstructed sunlight in the sky, frowning, he came to a kiln door, stuck his head in, and backed out.

The temperature in the brick kiln is at least thirty or forty degrees.

Exiting the kiln at noon when the sun is scorching the earth and the temperature in the brick kiln is dangerous for the people who leave the kiln.

The work of getting out of the kiln is not something that anyone can do. Although the fire was extinguished in the brick kiln and the wind was ventilated for a few days, the temperature inside was still around [-] degrees or even higher, and the temperature of the brick itself was even higher, reaching seventy to eighty degrees. Even wearing rubber gloves is hot.

Fat people are not suitable for this job, and they will pass out in the kiln if they fail to do so. The most suitable job for this job is a thin person with a good heart.

Fortunately, there were not many fat people in 1980, and I couldn't find any fat people.

Although these kiln workers in Wahou had been trained, it was the first time they had real knives and guns, and no one could predict what problems would arise.

Wan Feng found Zhang Hai: "I can't go out of the kiln at noon, people will not be able to bear it, why don't we go out later, anyway, our small kiln only has 6 yuan of bricks, so there is no rush."