Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

In front of Wanfeng's house is a large garden, which is full of various vegetables, surrounded by wooden sticks.

A 35-six-year-old woman straightened up in the yard and looked blankly at Wan Feng who walked into the yard.

Looking at his mother, Wan Feng choked up and said, "Mom! I'm back!"

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Chapter 5 Mother's Fear

When Wan Feng returned home, in order not to worry his parents, he did not send a letter to his family. After all, a 14-year-old boy traveled more than 3000 miles by himself. This is not a joke.

So his appearance seemed very sudden.

Wan Feng's mother, Zhu Min, was in a daze seeing her eldest son whom she hadn't seen for a year and a half, and couldn't help pinching her own arm.

There is pain, not a dream.

The next moment, Zhu Min threw away the hoe in his hand, staggered out of the vegetable garden, and grabbed Wan Feng by the shoulder.

"Ah! Why did you come back? You came back by yourself?"

"I wanted to come back and have a look, so I came back."

"Damn child, you came back by yourself when you were only a little old. Are you trying to scare your mother to death? What if you got lost?"

You see, a mother always thinks of the bad first, so why doesn't she think of the good? If she thinks about getting lost first, how can it get lost?

"Mom! Didn't I come back properly! Brother, you get my sister back."

Wan Jun ran out in a hurry.

"Go ahead and talk about it."

Wan Feng followed his mother into the house.

This house is unfamiliar to Wan Feng, but he is not unfamiliar. This is the first time he has entered this house, but in his last life he lived in this house until April [-].

In my impression, this home is exactly the same as the last life.

This house is a kind of mud-filled house, that is, a house with pillars erected around it, wooden planks nailed on both sides of the pillars, the gaps in the planks are filled with yellow mud mixed with grass, and the yellow mud is thrown outside to make walls. .

One step further to the right after entering the house is the door leading to the back room. Next to the door is the pot table, and there is a space of six or seven square meters inside the pot table.

Now there are bowl racks in this space, and in two years, a wall will be built next to the pot platform in this space, and a small space will be separated inside, and there will be a small Kang on which Wan Feng and his younger brother Wan Jun will be sitting. sleep.

The wall of the inner room next to the kitchen is a big kang, which takes up more than half of the room.

Now the whole family sleeps on this kang.

Wan Feng put the backpack on the kang, and as soon as he sat down, his mother couldn't wait to ask: "I didn't give you the postage money, where did you get the travel expenses? Your grandma can't have money to give you."

This road, including the car and the train, cost about 30 yuan for the toll alone. Zhu Min didn't think her natal family would give Wan Feng so much money.

Doesn't she know what life is like in her mother's house?

"Mom, you don't know the changes in Wahou now. Last year, Wahou paid more than 200 yuan for a laborer a year."

Zhu Min blinked in bewilderment, she knew how much she earned a year, so she used to mail 32 yuan home every year.

But after the depression last year, they pulled money?

"This year, a laborer in Wahou is conservatively estimated to be able to take 500 yuan home. Do you think my grandma has any money?"

This Wanfeng is still a conservative estimate. This year, a brick and tile factory can divide at least [-] per worker. If the rubber shoe factory continues with this momentum, regardless of the late opening, by the end of the year, it will still be able to bring each worker no less than the brick and tile factory. income.

Even if the machinery factory does not make money from tractors, it can still bring in part of the income by making seeders and threshers.

In fact, Wan Feng's heart is that it is in line with his ideal that a laborer can be divided into about [-] this year.

"Then your grandma won't give you money to let you come back by yourself."

"Mom! Your vision should change a bit. Your son is not an ordinary person now, he is old!"

"Fart! You can still do it? Why don't I believe it?"

When Wan Feng was about to explain something more, Wan Jun ran back with his little sister Wan Fang in his arms.

"Big brother!"

Wan Fang is only eight years old this year. She has a round pancake face, two dimples when she smiles, but she is short in stature. She rolled in like a rolling mole. When she saw Wan Feng call out "Big Brother" affectionately, both eyes burst into laughter. It's crescent.

Wan Feng picked up his sister with open arms, and shook her vigorously a few times: "Why are you still so tall? It hasn't grown at all!"

"Xiaoqing is also this tall."

There is also a reference for comparison.

Xiaoqing is a girl from a neighbor's house, she is about the same age as her younger sister, and both of them spent their age in the first grade.

Wan Feng put down his sister, took off his shoes and got on the kang, put the bag in front of him and unzipped the bag.

Wan Jun's energy was concentrated on the bag on the kang. He has been greedy since he was a child, so he probably imagines something delicious in his mind now.

"Come on, let's see what I bought for you."

Wan Jun and Wan Fang stared at the bag with four eyes.

The first thing he brought out were two bottles of wine and four packs of cigarettes.

This didn't appeal to Wan Jun and Wan Fang, and I knew it wasn't for them.

The next thing that comes out of the bag are several paper bags wrapped in wrapping paper.

"Then this is for you."

Wan Jun and Wan Fang opened it unceremoniously, and immediately let out joyous laughter.

Cakes, biscuits, biscuits, toffee, and two canned fruits. There are so many delicious things, and there are not so many during the Chinese New Year.

Next is the clothes.

"This is the clothes your wife made for you."

Seeing Wan Feng taking out a bunch of things eating, drinking, smoking, and wearing clothes, Zhu Min is already on the verge of petrification, how much does it cost?

Those four packs of cigarettes are estimated to cost more than 20 yuan, but she knows how much a box of Daqianmen costs.

The wine probably won't be cheap, and the clothes...

When she was surprised, Wan Feng's words almost choked her, daughter-in-law?The daughter-in-law is out!