Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Wan Feng's father is a third-level agricultural worker, and his monthly salary is 47 yuan, which is only more than 500 yuan a year. His son has paid his father's ten-year salary in one fell swoop!

This……

"Mom! You won't be hugging like this all the time, will you? I think you should put the money in the box."

"Yes! Put it in the box!"

Zhu Minteng stood up and was about to put it in the box. After thinking for a while, he said, "It can't be put in the upper box, it should be put in the lower box."

Wan Feng's family had two large boxes with iron corners, which were the standard equipment for families in this area at that time.

Because the space in the house is limited, they are not placed in parallel, but stacked up and down.

Zhu Min thinks that the upper box is not safe and should be placed in the lower box.

Wan Feng had no choice but to get out of the kang and remove the boxes on it.

Zhu Min took out the key and opened the box below, stuffed the money under the box, and then locked the box.

Putting the keys in next became the top priority. It was not safe to put them here, and it didn’t feel safe to put them there.

Wan Feng looked at it and shook his head. He only got back five thousand. If he got back all the one hundred thousand, his mother would probably have to guard the box with a kitchen knife and stay up at night.

There should be something for her to do, or she'll have to go into the dark.

"Mom! I want to eat your steamed buns and shredded potatoes. Put more soup. I want to eat steamed buns dipped in soup. If I'm sleepy, I'll take a nap first, and call me when the meal is ready."

After finishing speaking, Wan Feng yawned big, grabbed a pillow and lay down on the kang.

Riding in the car was the most tiring thing, and I couldn't sleep well at all. Wan Feng didn't sleep much during the journey, and he was indeed tired. He fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

When he was woken up by his sister pinching his nose, it was time for dinner.

Wan Feng reached out and grabbed his sister's ears and rubbed them back and forth: "Where's Dad?"

"Dad will be back soon, wash your hands outside!"

Before he finished speaking, his father, Wan Shuichang, wiped his hands with a towel and entered the back room.

"Dad, are you off work?"

I haven't seen him for a year and a half, but his father's appearance hasn't changed much. He still has a loyal smile and a beard.

"Well! I'm back."

"I'll come back and see."

"You are quite courageous, you dare to run back by yourself."

Wan Feng took out the box of Hengda cigarettes that he hadn't smoked from his body, took out one and handed it to his father respectfully, then lit it with a lighter.

Filter cigarettes are rare, so Wan Shuichang took a puff and sipped carefully.

"Have you learned to smoke?"

Wan Shuichang belonged to the kind of honest and loyal person. In Wan Feng's memory, he almost beat their siblings several times since he was a child. Of course, this is also related to the fact that the responsibility of educating the children was contracted by his mother.

All his life, my father was content with whatever came his way, he had no desire to win, and he was always kind and smiling to everyone.

The advantage of this is that he is very popular, and he can chat with everyone, but the disadvantages are also obvious. He has never benefited from the company's benefits, and even if the salary is raised, he will always be the last batch.

"No, I don't smoke, this cigarette is for entertainment."

Wan Shuichang nodded: "Now that you are still young, it will take a few years to smoke. Smoking now is not good for your health."

Not only is it bad now, but smoking will also be bad for your health in the future.

Chapter 5 How to spend more money

Wan Shuichang smoked another cigarette after smoking one cigarette, preparing for a relay race.

Wan Feng snatched it away: "Dad, you should smoke less cigarettes in the future, you smoke so much knowing that it is not a good thing, and don't smoke dry cigarettes in the future, and don't smoke those handshake economic cigarettes. Just smoke the best cigarettes sold in the store, I have money, and I will mail you 50 yuan for smoking and drinking every month from now on."

My father got prostate cancer in his 70s because of smoking.

Prostate cancer sounds scary, but it is not a terminal disease. As long as the operation is timely, it is generally not life-threatening.

Wan Feng stayed with his father in the hospital for more than half a month. He learned from the doctor that eighty to ninety percent of men with prostate cancer were caused by excessive smoking.

"From now on, you are not allowed to smoke more than one pack a day, do you hear me?"

Wan Shuichang just smiled, and from the analysis of his expression, he probably ignored it.

"Why did you come back? I was thinking about asking your mother to pick you up in winter, but I didn't expect you to come back by yourself."

"Isn't it summer vacation? I want to come back and have a look at home for a few days before going back."

"Go back?"

"I have a lot of business to do over there, and you can't understand it if I tell you."

"Take the table to eat." At this time, the mother's voice came from outside.

Wan Feng went down to put on his shoes but couldn't find where the dining table was. It was his younger brother who struggled to lift the table out.

Mother worked very quickly. In such a short time, she not only steamed a pot of snow-white steamed buns, but also copied several dishes. Among them was the copied potato shreds that Wan Feng asked for.

Wan Feng and his younger brother took turns bringing the food to the table.

A plate of eggs and peppers, a plate of sliced ​​zucchini and a plate of cauliflower.

For the first time in nearly two years, the family sat around a table for dinner.

Wan Feng graciously poured wine for his father.

Wan Shuichang took a sip and tapped his mouth: "This wine is not very good."

Zhu Min stared: "Look at your father, he has never been able to speak in his life, and his son bought it for you for almost two yuan a bottle, and you actually said it's not good."

"Isn't it good to drink?" Wan Shuichang said honestly, this wine really didn't suit his taste.

Wan Feng laughed out loud, which fit his Lao Tzu's character very well.

"It's not good, you have to drink it!"

Wan Shuichang chuckled, of course he had to drink it, it was a two-yuan wine, if it didn't suit his taste, he pinched his nose and drank it down, otherwise it wouldn't be a waste.

"Your son has a daughter-in-law now, and you are almost becoming a father-in-law. You have to learn how to speak in the future."

Wan Shuichang choked on a sip of wine.