Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"As an old lady, I don't care what looks good or bad, as long as I can wear whatever I want, how can I be so particular about it?"

"That won't work. In the future, we will be people of status in Wahou, and we can't dress in rags. Auntie, find a cloth ticket and come out."

My aunt rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find more than ten feet of cloth tickets and threw them in front of Wan Feng: "Make me a new dress too?"

Wan Feng looked at Zhu Yan with contempt: "Auntie, can we show some face? You are an adult and I am a child, why do you want me to ask for new clothes?"

"Hmph! Don't buy it." Zhu Yan turned and went out.

Wan Feng carefully sorted out the cloth tickets, many of which had expired, and managed to scrape together a valid cloth ticket of nine feet eight inches.

It's not easy to do anything with this cloth ticket.

Selling melons is nothing to Wan Feng now. In just a few days, he has formed a brand effect at the entrance of the county hospital. When he arrives here every day, many people are already waiting for him.

In addition to Wan Feng's sunny smile and thoughtful words to people, the melons he sells have long faces. Everyone praises the melons he sells after eating them.

Old Liangtou's great reputation in Jiangwei is really not for nothing.

The same is true today. Today Wan Feng is carrying more melons than usual. He didn’t carry a box of popsicles today. He plans to go to the yellow circle along the coast to carry fish after selling the melons. Compared with selling fish, popsicles not only take time but also make less profit. .

Because there is no popsicle box, he carried [-] catties of melons today, and they were sold out in two hours.

The father of the middle-aged man who was the first to buy his melon was discharged from the hospital today, and he went to Wan Feng's place to say goodbye to Wan Feng. His father even shook Wan Feng's hand and said bluntly that he could not have been discharged so soon without his cantaloupe.

Naturally, before leaving, the middle-aged man bought another bag of melons.

Wan Feng lamented the loss of a big client. From the perspective of the other party's spending, the middle-aged man seemed to be a rich man.

Most of the rich people in that era were state cadres or employees of some high-welfare enterprises.

Middle-aged people probably fall into this category.

When the melons were sold out, Wan Feng rode his bicycle to No. 2 Huo. After depositing the car, he entered the store and went straight to the Huasha counter.

I glanced at the cloth on the shelf in the counter and was very disappointed.

The eyes are blue, grass, green, black and gray, and the color is really monotonous. Although there are many floral cloths, Wanfeng's grandma obviously can't wear them.

There was a male salesperson in his 40s at the flower yarn counter, which made Wan Feng feel awkward. Shouldn't the flower yarn sellers be female compatriots?

The key is that this man's attitude is unexpectedly good, which makes Wan Feng even more awkward.

"Kids! Do you want to buy something?"

Wan Feng nodded.

Chapter Thirty

"Did you go to the wrong place? There shouldn't be anything you want to buy here, right?"

According to the rules of normal people, this is indeed not the place Wan Feng should come to, but Wan Feng himself does not exist according to the rules, so naturally the rules have no effect on him.

"I want to buy a piece of fabric to make a blouse for my grandma, is there any fabric for her age?"

The salesperson didn't seem to understand Wan Feng's words, so he was taken aback before introducing the fabric to Wan Feng.

It's just that Wan Feng didn't like the fabric on the counter.

The salesperson pulled out a piece of cloth from under the counter: "This is a new fabric that just arrived yesterday. It is a little more expensive, fifty cents a foot. Can you take a look at this?"

The color of this piece of cloth is similar to that of soybean paste, but a bit darker. There is a large peony flower printed on the cloth with the same color as the cloth, and it still has a faint luster.

This is very good, it must be very suitable for grandma to wear.

"Give me five and a half feet." Although Wan Feng is not good at tailoring clothes, he still understands a little bit after listening to Luan Feng talking about clothes every day.

According to grandma's height, fat and thin, with a face width of 1.5 meters, five and a half feet should be enough.

After buying the fabric, Wan Feng went to the clothing department. With the remaining four feet of fabric tickets to buy fabric for clothes, he could probably only make two vests or two pairs of pants, and the fabric could not be pulled.

In fact, there is nothing to see in the clothing group. There are only a few clothes for men and women, and there is really no room for choice.

"How much is this sweater?" Wan Feng asked, pointing to a light red cotton sweater hanging on the counter.

The style of the sweater is a long-sleeved V-shaped lapel, with an elasticated waist at the hem. It seems that he has not seen anyone wearing this style in the countryside. Is it a new style?

This time the salesperson at the counter was replaced by a young girl, but the corresponding attitude dropped several levels.

It seems that the attitude of the salesperson is inversely proportional to the age, the younger the worse.

The salesperson gave Wan Feng a sideways look: "It's for women."

I didn't know it was women's yet, and I haven't asked about men's.

"I'll just buy women's."

The salesperson gave Wan Feng a strange look: "One piece, three pieces, two-foot cloth ticket."

Everything is easy to say if the cloth ticket is enough.

"What color are they?"

"Light red, sky blue, dark gray."

"No dark gray ones, just buy one for the others." Wan Feng paid for two sweaters.

Looking at the remaining three-inch cloth ticket, after thinking about it, I went back to the flower yarn group and bought a three-inch white cloth.

In order to get back the money spent today, Wan Feng also increased the weight of the fish to [-] catties when he was carrying the fish in the afternoon.

This time he didn't take Huangjialing, but took the road of Wangzhuang brigade. Zhang Xiangping was kicked into the sand by him. He didn't believe that old guy would not want to take revenge on him.

If we can't afford it at your door, we can afford it.

On the other side of the sand, go west past Xiao's house and you will arrive at the Wangzhuang Brigade. After reaching the range of the Wangzhuang Brigade, Wan Feng will leave the village.

Shouting all the way and selling all the way, Wan Feng sold more than half of the fish when he entered the west of Huang Hui's brigade.

The first thing Wan Feng entered was Sui Tun in the northwest corner of Huang Hui's brigade. As soon as he entered the village, he saw three boys wandering on the road in front of him, occupying a three-to-four-meter-wide road.

All three of them were shirtless, leaving Wan Feng with a sun-tanned back.

The countryside is full of dirt roads, with ruts left by rainy days. Wan Feng mainly paid attention to the road surface, but he didn't pay much attention to the three young people in front of him. He rang the bell without thinking.

After ringing the bell, he regretted it.

Because when the first three people turned their faces, he knew two of them: Liu Sheng'an and the young man he brought to Jiangwei was beaten by Wan Feng and the others, and Wan Feng had never seen the other one.

This is really a bad luck, avoiding a shit and coming a fart.