Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 "If you really want to learn, I will take you to the Gushan Commune tomorrow, and find you a master as an apprentice."

　　 "Really?" Luan Feng's expression is a bit wrong, shouldn't she be ecstatic? But what's the matter with these watery eyes? Is this trying to cry?

　　 "Wanfeng! You are so kind to me." Luan Feng was able to say sorrowful words that surprised Wanfeng.

　　 "Go go, don't fix those tenderness, I'm still young."

　　 "Huh! You guy is really a stone head."

　　Who has the stone head? Lao Tzu is not a stone head.

　　 Going home for dinner and practicing boxing by the river is Wanfeng’s current standard procedure at night.

　　 Lying on the beach at night, Wanfeng looked at the starry sky with two-handed pillows. The beach under him carried the residual temperature left by the sun during the day, and the refreshing wind blew across the river like a lover’s hand and caressed Wanfeng’s skin.

　　 Just now, he rehearsed a set of wrestling with two sets of poking feet and ran into the river and lay here to enjoy this quiet summer night in the countryside.

　　 The world is so pure without Luan Feng's trouble.

　　 It's been two days since Zhang Hai went to Dongdan. There were Wanfeng's uncle Zhuping and Liang Wan who went with him, and they didn't know if the equipment was purchased.

　　What are you doing tomorrow?

　　 Take Luan Feng to Gushan Commune to try his luck in the morning, do you go to Zhang Guangpu's house in the afternoon?

Correct! In the afternoon, I went to Zhang Guangpu's house and had a real wrestling drill with him. It's useless to talk about it or not.

　　 Another morning, the weather was clear and cloudless, it was a good day to go out.

　　 Wanfeng pushed his bicycle out of the house, and saw the beautifully dressed Luan Feng at the door of Lao Li's house.

　　 Luan Feng was wearing a light blue dress with small flowers today, and wearing light gray pants for the day.

　　 Originally a hot person gave Wanfeng a feeling of violet blooming in spring.

　　 Disaster for the country and the people!

　　 Seeing Wan Feng's eyes scanning her body, Luan Feng was slightly shy: "Does it look good?"

　　 Wanfeng nodded: "Not bad! It looks pretty."

　　 For a moment, Luan Feng seemed to be hit by great happiness, and the flowers in the whole heart began to bloom.

　　 It’s not easy to hear a compliment from this bastard’s mouth, but the next moment...

　　 "It's just that you are dressed so beautifully, isn't you going to hook up someone?"

　　 Luan Feng's happiness turned into anger in a flash: "Can I hook you up?"

　　 "Not even a child is spared, beasts are inferior." Wan Feng said something that made Luan Feng mad.

　　 Because of this sentence, Luan Feng, who was sitting on the shelf along the way, stretched out his paw and pinched Wan Feng's body from time to time.

　　 It was already around eight in the morning when I arrived at Gushan Commune, and the supply and marketing cooperatives and trade warehouses were already open for business.

　　 Wanfeng first led Luan Feng into the trade warehouse.

　　 Trade warehouses belonged to social-run commercial outlets in the 1980s. They were exactly the same in nature as supply and marketing cooperatives. In addition to selling goods, they also had clothing shops, watch repair shops, and car repair shops.

There are three sewing machines and four women in the garment shop of the Gushan Commune's trade warehouse.

　　 Wanfeng and Luan Feng came to their counter.

　　 A woman in her forties who was pedaling a sewing machine did not take it seriously when she raised her eyes and saw that it was two children.

　　 "Auntie, do you accept apprentices in the garment shop?" Wan Feng asked with a smile.

　　 The woman looked at Wanfeng questioningly: "You want to learn how to make clothes?"

　　 Wanfeng pointed at Luan Feng next to him: "It's not me that she wants to learn."

　　 The woman looked at Luan Feng: "Oh! How old is it?"

　　 "Fifteen." Luan Feng answered honestly.

　　 "Where do you live?"

　　 "After the depression."

　　 "Wahou along the east side of the river?"

　　 At the position of Gushan Commune, the general team is on the lone SD side.

"Yes."

　　 "We have enough people in the garment shop to not accept disciples."

　　 Wanfeng almost choked in one breath, why would you ask such nonsense if you don’t accept disciples? Waste feelings.

　　 Wanfeng pulled Luan Feng out of the trading warehouse. If people don't accept disciples, there is no need to grind here.

　　The clothing stalls of the supply and marketing cooperatives are much larger than those in the trade warehouse. There are five sewing machines in total, but there are only four people like the trade warehouse.

　　 Wanfeng thinks that there is a door.

　　 But this time Wanfeng didn't ask it rashly, but went to find someone first.

　　 Supply and Marketing Cooperatives, he is considered to be an acquaintance, even the master Han who repairs the car is an acquaintance.

　　 Wanfeng bought two packs of butterfly smoke from the supply and marketing agency and went to the car repair shop.

　　 "Hello Master Han!"

　　 Master Han again sat on the chair as before and commanded his two apprentices to do their work, and the majesty on his face immediately disappeared when Wan Feng came in.

　　 "The young man is here."

　　 Wanfeng slapped a box of cigarettes over, and then tossed another box of cigarettes to Master Han's two apprentices.

　　 The two guys did a lot of work on repairing his bike last time, and Wan Feng had a good impression of them.

　　 "Boy, what are you doing here again? The car is broken?"

　　 "No, I want to ask Master Han for something, can I do it?"

"tell me the story."

　　 "I want Master Han to ask you whether the garment shop of your supply and marketing agency accepts apprentices?"

　　 "Ready-to-wear shop? Don't you know?"

　　 "Are you going to ask? My cousin wants to learn some clothes making skills after she is not studying."

　　 Master Han thought for a while and said cheerfully: "This is a good thing. It's not as good as a skill at home~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is no problem, I will ask you."

　　 Said Master Han and stood up: "Or you guys follow along and have a look."

After thinking about it, Wan Feng and Luan Feng followed Master Han into the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. After joining the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, Wan Feng asked Luan Feng to follow Master Han to the clothing store first, and he went to the fruit group and spent 30 cents to pick the biggest watermelon. , Asked the fruit seller to open it with a knife, holding it in front of the garment shop.

　　 Wanfeng believes that empty-handed begging for people to do things is ultimately unassuming. Although people in this period are still more principled, the old saying goes: eating people with short mouths, short hands, and opening gifts with gifts will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

　　 Besides, even if it can't be done, it is considered to be a handing over. Maybe it will come in handy anytime. If you take a step back, even if it doesn’t get done, it’s just a loss of a watermelon.

　　 In the distance, I saw Master Han and a woman in her fifties, making gestures and talking.

　　 Wanfeng arrived in front of Master Han and the woman, put the watermelon on a chair, broke two and a half, and sent it to Master Han and the woman.

　　 "Master Han, and this aunt, eat a watermelon first on a hot day."

　　 Master Han just took the watermelon without being polite at all, but the woman didn’t answer, “How embarrassing is this?”

　　 "It's okay, business is not righteous, and a piece of watermelon is nothing. Auntie continues."

　　 The woman took the watermelon that Wanfeng handed over.

　　 This woman is obviously the head of this garment shop, and she took it to show that the matter is glaring.

　　 "These three aunts and aunts, let go of the work first, and come to eat watermelon. They can't delay their work. They will be more motivated after eating the watermelon to cool off the heat on this hot day."

　　The other three in the clothing store, a middle-aged and two young people, were amused by Wan Feng's words.