Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

So, Wan Feng went to record the tape.

Luan Feng was packing the recorded tapes.

The covers of these tapes were printed by a printing factory. Although the picture is a bit blurry, it is better than the white cover.

The [-] blank tapes that Zhang Shiqian brought randomly for the first time have all been sold out, and Wan Feng is now using the one Zhang Shiqian brought for the second time.

This guy actually brought over [-] copies at once, and I don't know how he got them.

Except for the tapes sold by the machine, each machine comes with two copies at random, and the rest are sold by these tape recorders.

The wholesale price is eight yuan, and Wan Feng can earn four yuan, which is a considerable profit.

Luan Feng also didn't know what was going on in her heart, her face turned red and white, sometimes she looked at Wan Feng and giggled.

Wan Feng always felt that Luan Feng had the idea of ​​eating people.

no!have to get out.

If you keep suffocating in this room, maybe danger will come at any time.

Wan Feng already felt the aura of danger.

Chapter 632 Punishment

Wan Feng was a little embarrassed to do such nonsense, so he had to find a way to get out.

"By the way, I remembered something, let me show you something strange."

Wan Feng said seriously, and without giving Luan Feng any time to react, he pulled Luan Feng up and ran outside.

He ran to the dirt road outside in one breath, and then stopped running.

"What's so strange about you taking me to see?"

"Look at the blue sky, the green grass, and the little ants dancing happily. Isn't that strange?"

Luan Feng's face turned green: "You dragged me out to watch this?"

"The air outside is fresh, more breathing is good for your health, come follow me and twist your neck and buttocks. When you get up in the morning, let's do some exercise. Shake your hands and feet, please sit down and take a deep breath..."

"Hey, this song is very nice, why have I never heard you sing it before?"

You can see that the thinking of single-celled animals is so simple, which diverts attention.

"It's not good for our health if we stay at home all the time. Let's go to the mountains to pick wild flowers, watch the stream flow, and go to the woods..."

"Take your temperature!"

Wan Feng staggered, as if he had sprained his ankle.

Take your temperature in the woods?Is this going to be a wild game?This woman's mind is so clear, have you thought of all this?Are you not afraid of being seen?

"If you're a woman, don't think about that all the time, can you?"

"I still think taking body temperature is fun." Luan Feng didn't hide her point of view at all.

Wan Feng became angry: "If I am so paralyzed until winter, if I leave, if you become addicted to measuring, do you plan to find someone else to measure?"

Luan Feng blinked: "No such plan! I won't measure if you're not here, and I won't die."

If you say you can't measure it, I'll believe it, but I don't know if that thing secretly asks someone else to measure it.

It seems that tonight I have to take this girl's body temperature and feed her at once, which is better than her wild thinking all day long.

The two actually went to the mountains to pick wild flowers. Luan Feng picked a lot of wild flowers and made herself look like wild flowers.

At noon, Luanfeng went to the stove to cook. She steamed a pot of steamed buns, fried shredded potatoes, and scrambled eggs.

She knew that Wan Feng liked to eat shredded potatoes.

The steamed buns from his mother were steamed well, but Wan Feng didn't have much confidence in this dish, and he didn't dare to put down the chopsticks for a long time, for fear that this good-looking thing would be regretted for the rest of his life.

He ate the dishes made by Luan Feng only once, and after eating the dishes with their own horror movie effects, he felt that everyone in the world was like ghost pupils.

"Why don't you eat vegetables? It's delicious." Luan Feng, the old lady, was selling melons.

Taking out the spirit of seeing death as home, Wan Feng picked up a chopstick of potato shreds, and stuffed them into his mouth against all odds.

oops!It doesn't taste right!

How could Luan Feng cook such shredded potatoes?

Everything this girl does is thick, why is the fried potato shreds so delicate and smooth today?And it has a somewhat familiar flavor.

Wan Feng took another piece of scrambled egg, soft and hard with moderate saltiness.

"Hmph! How dare you look at me with old eyes and tell you that I learned how to cook from your mother when I was at your house. Do I have your mother's style?"

No wonder the taste of this dish has changed so much, it turned out to be my mother's apprentice.

"It's been almost a year since I went to my house, why have I never heard of you cooking?"

"I've made it several times at home, but I stopped doing it later. Those greedy cats ate me up when they saw my cooking. I thought it was uneconomical, so I never did it again!"

It turns out that there is such a secret in it.

It's better to be my own mother, who is worried that his son will not have enough to eat in the future, and carefully teaches his future daughter-in-law to cook.

There is an advertisement that says it well: If you have good teeth and an appetite, it tastes good.

Wan Feng's teeth were fine, his appetite was fine, and now his food was fine, so he accidentally ate too much, and he collapsed on the kang after eating.

Luan Feng made herself look like a little woman while someone massaged her belly, saying it was good for digestion.

This is nonsense, I have eaten too much in my stomach and need to digest it, so it’s not better in other places.

"Did I say that your stomach grows to the place where Chabala is? Shall we show some face?"

"You are my man, why do I need so much face in front of you? There is no one else here."

This made Wan Feng unable to refute.

In the afternoon, Luan Feng took Wan Feng's changed clothes to the creek to wash. Wan Feng took a nap at home and slept until after two o'clock in the afternoon.

By the creek not far away, a few women took advantage of the clothes-washing yoyo.

It's not good for these women, they talk nonsense when they have nothing to do, and conflicts arise when they talk twice.

Wan Feng went back to the house to record the tape, and Luan Feng didn't come back until it was getting dark.