Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Wan Feng was speechless, why did this involve being a child again, what did this woman think about all day long?

"What are you talking about? What do you call a small one?"

"When you get married in the future, Sister Feng's name will definitely be written on the marriage certificate. If I don't have a share, what am I not a little one?"

"Who told you this?"

"my mother!"

Wan Feng lay down on the table with a bang, and unfortunately kissed the table intimately with his nose. His nose was touched as if he had fallen into a sauerkraut jar, and his tears were sour.

How could Zhang Xuan have such a mother?

Seeing Wan Feng crying, Zhang Xuan was so frightened that he hurried over.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you still crying?"

Wan Feng covered his nose: "Am I crying? Isn't it sore from knocking my nose on the table? It's all your mother's fault!"

"What's the matter with your mother knocking your nose on the table?"

"If you didn't come up with something like this just now, can I knock it on the table? What the hell are you doing?"

Does this have anything to do with my mother?

Chapter 8 It's a pity that the tape recorder is gone (fifth watch)

"Don't talk about my mother! Is it easy for my mother to have such an idea? If she is not afraid that I will suffer such grievances if I get sick again."

This kind of thing is indeed a grievance in the north now, but it seems to be nothing in the south. In the generation close to Hong Kong in Guangdong Province, there are now people who work as mistresses for Hong Kong people, and it will be even more in two years. There are many people.

"In the future, don't talk about being petty anymore. If I marry you in the future, I will marry you all back in a fair way. If I don't marry you, I won't marry any of you."

"Then will my name be on the marriage certificate in the future?" Zhang Xuan was delighted.

Wan Feng shook his head: "I'm afraid this is the only thing that can't satisfy you, I'm sorry."

"Then I'm not..." Seeing Wan Feng staring at her, Zhang Xuan immediately shut up, left the sentence "I'm going back to the workshop" and ran away.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Wan Feng told Zhang Xuan and the others not to work too late, and went back to the dormitory by himself.

Because tomorrow is the end of the month holiday, the boys in the dormitory are all in a state of excitement, chattering away.

A few guys on the bottom bunk were sitting on the kang, playing poker, and smoking cigarettes, making the dormitory smoky.

In the first half year of high school, many students started smoking. Nearly half of the students in this dormitory started smoking.

Some people have really learned to smoke, and some are still at the stage where the nose does not smoke, just to join in the fun.

Seeing Wan Feng come back, these guys immediately cheered up.

"The big money is back, let the big money smoke."

Wan Feng took out a box from his pocket and threw it over: "You poor boys know how to pinch cigarettes all day long."

"Hey, how can we compare with you."

Regardless of whether these guys smoked or not, a pack of cigarettes was reduced by more than half in a blink of an eye, and there were even more cigarettes in the dormitory.

"Wan Feng, you're not going back this month?" It was Zhang Jun who asked.

Wan Feng nodded: "I can't go back, those classmates are working, how can I go back, you are all leaving tomorrow? Didn't you stay with me?"

"Is there any benefit?"

"Isn't this nonsense, how about eating and smoking? Three meals a day and a box of grape cigarettes."

Twenty-eight cents of grape cigarettes in Xiao Wu's store is considered expensive cigarettes, and there are no better ones.

There are really people who are tempted, but they are just tempted but no one signs up to stay.

"I have to go home to get the money, how about something to eat next month?"

Wan Feng snorted: "Come to my place to get some trousers and sell them in the village. You don't have to go far, just go around twice in a row. During these five days, you can earn a month's food. If you don't believe me, go ask Guo Wuhe Li Xin and the others, they went to the countryside to sell them last winter."

Li Xin, who was fascinated by reading a home appliance repair book, said: "Really, in fact, if you have a good job, you can earn a month's food in one day."

This is not an exaggeration. Boys only spend 15 yuan on food for a month, and they sell ten pairs of pants for 15 yuan.

"Then why didn't you do it?" someone asked.

"I want to learn this now, so I can't waste time." Li Xin raised the book in his hand.

"What about Guo Wu? Why doesn't Guo Wu sell it anymore?"

"Guo Wu is thinking about going to Beiliao, so he still has the heart to think about it."

Guo Wu was indeed thinking about going to Wahou Market to get the Toad Mirror.

Toad mirror makes a lot of money, one can earn seven or eight yuan, and a pair of trousers only earns ten or eight cents.

He now even has more than 400 yuan in capital, and he can get 1000 pairs of glasses when he arrives in Wa, and he can sell them for [-] yuan when he returns.

At this time, Wang Dong came back from somewhere.

As soon as Wang Dong entered the room, someone asked him: "Wang Dong, are you selling pants this holiday?"

"Sell, I want to make money to buy a camera."

Wan Feng felt tired when he heard this, and he decided to buy a camera if he understood the photography skills.

Wang Dong climbed up to the bunk and approached Wan Feng: "Wan Feng, can I take some trousers and go back to sell them? I'll give you money when I sell them."

What is this?

"Okay, where are you going to sell it? We 42 even I think we can sell ten at most. If we can't do ten, it's enough."

"What about Dalinzi and Sijitun?"

"These two places are fine, but I don't think there will be more than fifty. How much money can you make with this thing? There is little hope for buying a camera."

Fifty pairs of trousers can earn 78, and the most is not more than [-]. If [-] is enough to buy a camera?

"Save slowly, I've already saved dozens, if that's the case, I'll take fifty first."

Wan Feng looked at the time: "If you didn't tell me earlier that you want to get your pants, what time is it now?"

"What about tomorrow morning?"

"The car left at 06:30, can you get up? Besides, it's not too small to carry fifty pairs of trousers and bags, and the road is not very easy."