Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

After checking the equipment, Wan Feng wrote a 300 million transfer check to the other party, and the two beggars took the check and left.

After the equipment issue was settled, Wan Feng began to count the days.

Today is January NO.17, and there are still one month and three days before the Chinese New Year.

It is also a good choice to take advantage of this month to go to Changchun to draw some money for the New Year.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Although Luan Feng was not surprised by Wan Feng's decision, she was a little unhappy.

"It's better to spend some New Year's money when I go to Changchun before the new year, than to eat my own money."

"By the way, last time you didn't tell you your income because of time constraints, this time I will count it to you together."

As Luan Feng spoke, she took out a ledger.

When Wan Feng looked at the account book, he was overwhelmed several times.

"Didn't you save all the money? Just tell me the number. If you calculate this amount, it will take midnight. There are still many things to do."

"Then I'll just say the numbers." Luan Feng turned to the last page of the ledger.

"The total income for the first half of the year is 140 million. I won't talk about the odds. The extra money is the dividend of the market that will appear in the second half of the year. It's about 20."

140 million plus the remaining 100 million of Daoteng Huamiao, he now has more than 500 million in cash assets, plus fixed assets finally reached [-] million.

After finishing the calculation, Luan Feng thought of an important question: "Then are you coming back this year for the New Year?"

"I don't plan to come back for the New Year this year. I haven't celebrated the New Year with my parents for two years. This year I will stay at home."

Although Luan Feng was disappointed, she didn't say anything. Wan Feng was right.

"I still have something to do when I go back this time. When I go to Changtu County, I plan to pay respects to my ancestors' graves and see my grandma."

"It should be, should I prepare some gifts?"

"No, I'll take care of it myself."

It's okay, the two stared at each other.

"What are you going to do next?" Luan Feng asked with a smile.

"What are you doing? Do something! Turn off the lights!"

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On the morning of January No. 18, Wan Feng bid farewell to Wahou and the group set off with Li Yong, Li Mingdou and He Xiao back, still taking the train to Dongdan, but this time they did not go directly to Habin, but got off at Changtu Station.

Wan Feng's hometown is in Changtu County, where he lives in the Qijiazi Brigade of Qiantou Commune.

He came here once when he was not sensible, and now he has no memory of it. The reason why he can remember the address is that his father said it countless times when he was at home, and he remembered it unintentionally.

When I got off the bus in Changtu County at two o'clock in the afternoon, there happened to be a bus to Qiantou Commune, and the four of them took the bus for an hour to arrive at Qiantou, only to find that Qiantou Commune was on the railway line, and there was a small station here. .

But they don't know how to stand at such a small station no matter if they take the regular express or the express, so they have no regrets.

After inquiring at the front, there are still five miles of land in the front commune in Qijiazi.

But there are no taxis here at all.

Five miles say far is not far, say near is not close.

It is not difficult if four people walk there empty-handed, but it is difficult if they are holding gifts.

It just so happened that a four-wheeled car approached suddenly, and Wan Feng stopped it with a wave of his hand.

"Master, can we hire your tractor? Send it to the Qijiazi Gala team."

The tractor driver shook his head: "I have to pull sand?"

"How much do you pay for a cart of sand?"

"Ten dollars!"

"I'll give you thirty, and send us to the corner of Qijiazi. It won't be too late for you to come back, how about it?"

Wan Feng knew that only an idiot would not agree.

Chapter 862

He would go to the river beach outside the commune to load a cart of sand by himself, then take it back to the people who needed it in the commune, and then unload the cart to earn ten yuan. Now he can earn thirty yuan by driving three people for more than five miles.

The tractor is Innahe brand, which is the tractor produced by Wahou Machinery Factory. Seeing the tractor created by himself here, Wan Feng felt a sense of intimacy.

He didn't think anyone who could drive an Inna River tractor should be an idiot.

The tractor driver was not an idiot, so he agreed without saying a word.

Although the grade of this means of transportation is a little low, at least it is better than nothing, and now I can prepare gifts.

In the supply and marketing cooperative of Qiantou Commune, Wan Feng almost wiped out the non-staple food counters in the supply and marketing cooperative.

With a tractor, there is no worry about not being able to take it.

When Wan Feng and the others left the supply and marketing cooperative, the non-staple food counter of the supply and marketing cooperative was almost emptied by him.

Qiantou Commune is located at the junction of Beiliao and Linji provinces. It is located inland and there are no convenient commercial conditions. People here can only rely on farming for their livelihood.

Sitting on a tractor, I looked around at what Fuwa looked like four years ago.

Under the lonely sky, the land in winter is desolate.

Riding a tractor in winter is a very painful thing, not to mention it is very tricky.

Wan Feng didn't go to ride on the front of the car, but almost stuck in the tractor's trailer and passed the five-mile mountain road from the front to the village.

The reason why Gaga Village is called Gaga Village is indeed worthy of the name, it is really located in a corner.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the village is located in the mountains, which is somewhat similar to Wanfeng's factory site in Wahou.

The days in winter are short, although it is only three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is starting to get dark, and the chimneys of some people in the village have already begun to smoke.

After inquiring, I finally came to the four adobe houses at the other end of the village.

The tractor threw them in front of this family's door and then drove away with an evil wind.

After confirming that it was this house, Wan Feng pushed open the wooden courtyard door.

The door of the house was open, steam was coming out, and an old woman was lighting a fire in front of the stove.