Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"Bad guy! You scared me." Luan Feng patted her chest with her hands, looking like a frightened little rabbit.

Seeing Luan Feng still in shock, Wan Feng felt that the depression in his heart seemed to be completely released, and his heart suddenly became clear, and he laughed.

The laughter was heard far and wide in the night.

"Rogue, you still laugh, I told you to laugh, I told you to laugh, you have to apologize for your actions just now." Luan Feng refused to let go.

Although I felt better, I felt a sense of apology. After all, I was half-forced.

Just when Wan Feng was about to listen to Luan Feng's suggestion and say a few words of apology, he heard Luan Feng say something that almost vomited blood.

"Bad guy, bad guy, I didn't tell people in advance, they didn't prepare at all, and they didn't taste any flavor."

Didn't taste it, which is so easy to handle.

"Come!"

"Where are you going?" Luan Feng was a little nervous.

They are now about 300 meters away from the Waqian team headquarters. On the right is the rice field leading to the rubber dam cliff, and on the left is a cornfield with rustling leaves.

"This time, I really went to drill the corn field. Didn't you taste the taste? Go to the corn field and let you have a good taste."

Luan Feng's heart beat fast for a while, she looked like she dared to think and act, but she was still quite timid in some things.

Don't want to panic: "Can't you go?"

"No!" Wan Feng responded domineeringly.

"Don't go!"

"Then don't blame me, I'm giving you a chance to taste it."

Luan Feng held Wan Feng's arm and giggled, and the two walked slowly in the night.

"And your illness really doesn't need treatment?"

Luan Feng wondered: "What's wrong? I'm not sick!"

"It's those two big bags, one of which hurts my arm."

Luan Feng pinched Wan Feng fiercely: "I will be anxious with you when we talk about this disease in the future."

What's the rush, sooner or later your illness won't be treated by me.

Chapter 167 Xiao Jun's Predicament

Since Luan Feng won't allow him to do unscrupulous things, he can only talk about serious things.

"Okay, let's not talk about your illness, let's talk about the clothes. I have drawn the clothes, and I have drawn about a dozen styles of pants."

"So fast!" Luan Feng exclaimed.

In the afternoon, it took only over an hour for Wan Feng to leave her house until it got dark, and this guy actually drew more than a dozen styles.

"You won't draw your nose and mouth crooked, will you?"

"Almost, I'm not a professional painter. I just draw the general meaning and you can understand it. As for the specific decomposition and cutting, it's up to you. When I go to Gushan tomorrow morning, I will send it to your home. You can choose some to paint. For processing, you selectively use those cloth, it is best not to waste an inch, one is hard to come by and the other is to reduce the cost, the lower the cost, the greater the profit can be created.”

"I checked all those cloths. Except for the bad color, they are all good cloths. I guarantee that every piece will be used and will not be wasted."

"In a few days, it will be the beginning of autumn. Don't make summer clothes. Make autumn and winter clothes. If you can't sell them now, you can store them. There will be a market in winter. It's a pity that you can't get artificial cotton. If you can get artificial cotton, you can." Process some two-cotton cotton padded jackets, and sell them to people in the city to make a lot of money."

"Your brain is really different from others. Why do you have so many ideas and still realize them? You really might be transformed from a monster."

"Monsters can eat people, so are you afraid?"

Luan Feng leaned her head on Wan Feng's shoulder: "I'm not afraid."

Wan Feng squeezed Luan Feng's waist with his arms.

"Actually, I'm the same as everyone else, except that when others are beating and chatting or drinking and gambling, I'm thinking about how to make money, that's how it is."

"But why can't I think of it?"

"That's because your head is full of goo."

"Bullshit!"

Before they knew it, the two had reached the door of Luan Feng's house.

"Okay, we have work tomorrow, let's go home and sleep."

Luan Feng leaned on Wan Feng's body for a while and didn't intend to go home. This was completely a manifestation of adulterous passion.

Wan Feng patted Luan Feng's butt: "Let's go, are you going to stand here until tomorrow?"

"Kiss me." Luan Feng's voice was very low.

"Didn't you kiss me just now?" Wan Feng deliberately teased her.

"That doesn't count, no kiss."

Wan Feng hugged Luan Feng to his chest, and lightly touched Luan Feng's lips.

"You are perfunctory, no, kiss again." After speaking, Luan Feng's two arms wrapped around his neck like snakes, Wan Feng wanted to be perfunctory, but Luan Feng didn't think so.

Luan Feng's kiss was very jerky and domineering, it was more accurate to say it was a kiss than a bite.

"Why do you want to kiss, you are here to take revenge! You gnaw on a pig's trotter!" Wan Feng threw Luan Feng away, his mouth was bitten open.

Luan Feng giggled: "I told you to bully me again, let's see if you still dare, I'm leaving."

Turn around and disappear gracefully into the night.

...

Today is July 29th, the eighteenth day of the lunar calendar, and at the same time today is the Gushan Market, Wan Feng is going to Gushan to exchange the comic books for Xiao Jun.

Although Wan Feng no longer looked down on the [-] cents a day's income in Xiaorenshu, it was still very attractive to Xiao Jun.

In the morning, Wan Feng delivered the bundle of white paper with clothes drawn on it to Luan Feng's house.

Luan Feng got up early, she was in a very good state of mind, her face was rosy and her brows were affectionate, it was obvious that this was a good dream last night.

But when he saw Wan Feng's face, he exclaimed: "Why are your face and your eyes blue?"

After speaking, he pulled Wan Feng to the front of the mirror.