Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　Oh! Xiao Niangpi, even if I don’t plan to marry you in the future, you can’t be sarcastic. Look at I...

　　 Before Wanfeng had figured out how to clean up Liang Hua, Zhang Hai had already picked up Wanfeng's work and admired Wanfeng's original work like a crocodile crawling.

　　 "Does this thing work?"

　　 "Tomorrow I will write a hundred copies on red paper, and post a copy of the nearby communes and brigades. I don't know whether it works."

　　 Zhang Hai is depressed, so you don’t know if it works!

　　 "If it doesn't work, it will be a waste of effort. It's three yuan for a hundred pieces of red paper."

　　 Look, he has settled the account here.

　　 It doesn't matter if it's a little use, it's impossible to drip, and I don't know how many Wanfeng can manage.

　　 July 10, 1980, the twenty-eighth lunar calendar.

　　 Today is the Gushan Bazaar.

　　 Wanfeng got up at 6:30 in the morning and came to Lao Li's house with his schoolbag on his back. Today he is going to Gushan and Luan Feng is waiting for him at her grandma's house.

　　 Today is also the day when Luan Feng became a disciple. She spent the last morning in the garment group of the Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and then went home as a disciple.

　　 Luan Feng was already waiting for Wanfeng at the door of Lao Li's house. Seeing Wanfeng carrying a schoolbag on his back, he asked strangely: "Why are you carrying a schoolbag?"

　　 "Going to make money, you have no money to spend, how is your driving skills this month?"

　　 "I have practiced old and great car skills." Luan Feng has a mule bragging than a donkey.

　　 "Really?"

　　 "Of course it's true."

　　 "Well, carry me."

　　 Luan Feng blinked his eyes twice, how does it feel that something is wrong?

　　 "I haven't driven anyone!"

　　 "I will pass it after I finish it today, open the way!"

　　 Luan Feng is taller than Wan Feng, and there is no pressure on the riding seat. She rides the bike nervously. She has never used a bike to carry anyone.

　　 "Have you come up yet?" Why didn't the item move for a long time.

　　 "The morning is here, so you can ride hard and don't get me in the ditch."

what? When did he come up? Why doesn't it feel at all!

　　 Hearing that Wanfeng got on the car, Luan Feng's hand swayed for a while, and it was a little better to stop the dance.

　　 It seems that there is not much difference between carrying one person and not carrying one!

　　 Luan Feng rode to Heyan Village in a hurry, where Wan Feng got off the car, and he was going to Xiao Jun's house.

　　 "I will pick you up at the supply and marketing agency at noon."

　　 Wan Feng came to Xiao Jun's house after watching Luan Feng leave.

　　 Xiao Jun, this guy didn't sleep late today, but was accepting criticism from his mother who was spitting and flying. I don't know what happened to this guy.

　　 Seeing Wanfeng's arrival, his mother was a little restrained, but her face didn't look good.

　　 Xiao Jun saw Wan Feng but as if he saw a savior, no matter what his mother's attitude was, he flew out and took Wan Feng and ran away.

　　 "What are you doing with a schoolbag?"

　　 "Make money!"

　　 "How to make money?"

　　 "You followed me this morning, watching how I make money, and learn something."

　　 Can you make money by carrying a schoolbag?

　　 The two came to the market and found a place at the entrance of the market.

　　 Wanfeng first took out four large sheets of kraft paper from his schoolbag and spread them on the ground.

　　 This is a cement bag of kraft paper, covering an area of ​​three to four meters on the ground.

　　 After laying the kraft paper, Wan Feng took out the little man books one by one from his schoolbag and placed them neatly on the kraft paper.

　　 "Fuck! You have so many little books!" Xiao Jun's eyes went straight.

　　 "Cut, this is only half of it, I still have half at home."

　　 After the book was placed, Wan Feng took out a blank sheet of paper from his schoolbag and placed it in a vacant spot on the book stand. The blank sheet of paper read seven words: rent a book, a penny for a penny.

　　 "Do you understand?"

　　 Xiao Jun's eyes were stunned by Kaba Kaba.

　　 I don’t know where it’s used.

　　 They are located at the entrance of the bazaar. At this time, when people enter the bazaar, the entrance is bustling with hustle and bustle. Almost everyone looked at the book stand of Wanfeng in amazement.

　　 The adults show little interest in the novels, but the children can't move.

　　 "Do you sell this little man book?"

　　 Wanfeng has to explain: "It's not sold, it's rented."

　　 "Rent? What is rent?"

　　 "My little book costs a penny, you give me a penny, you can read a book here, you can only read it here, you can't take it away, I understand."

　　 "You can read a book for a penny?" The child didn't seem to believe it yet.

"Of course."

　　 The child turned around with a cheer and ran without a trace.

　　 Xiao Jun also figured it out and asked worriedly: "Can this work?"

　　 "You'll know when you look at it. If there are too many people later, you can show it to me. Don't let people take my little book away."

　　 "They dare!" Xiao Jun shouted.

　　 About ten minutes later, the child who was questioning ran back hurriedly, with five or six children behind him.

　　 "Look! I didn't lie to you, there are books for renting villains here, and you can read one for a penny."

　　 The other five or six children are all in their teens, each of them shining with their noses and blind eyes.

　　 "Do you really want to read a book for a penny?" A child asked Wan Feng with a face without faith.

　　 "Yes! Read one for every penny."

　　 The child who asked Wan Feng raised his hand and took a two-cent coin into Wan Feng's hand: "I'm looking at two books and watching the war."

　　 Wanfeng enthusiastically introduced him to two books~www.NovelMTL.com~ The kid was holding one in his hand, holding one in his armpit, and then sitting on a rock behind Wanfeng and looked at it intently.

　　 The rest of the children also took out the money one after another. Everyone has at least two cents, and the most has five cents.

　　 In the blink of an eye, Wan Feng received a dime.

　　 Xiao Jun took a deep breath, this thing actually makes money!

　　 There are leaders who blindly follow along to join in the fun. People squatted down in front of Wanfeng's book stand to inquire.

　　 Wanfeng explained it tirelessly, and then somebody left and somebody sat down.

　　 More than one meter away behind Wanfeng is a stone wall that stands tall. After a while, people sitting or squatting under the wall have a small book in their hands.

　　 Xiao Jun patrols back and forth like a city manager with his hands behind his back, for fear of being driven away from Baiji if he is not paying attention.

　　 By the time it was over nine o'clock, the wall behind Wanfeng was already full of people, and there were even two old men in the middle.

　　 These two old men are not farmers at all. They are probably retired cadres. Wearing polyester cards this summer is not a cadre.

　　 Wanfeng looked funny, saying that old children and old children are really true, and the old man reads books, and he is shaking his head.

　　 The advantage of renting a book on site is that the utilization rate of the book is high, and a book may be rented out in a blink of an eye.

　　 Wan Feng and Xiao Jun are busy this morning.

　　 At noon, Wan Feng shouted: "It's closed, it's closed, let's watch it in the afternoon."

　　 There is a child reluctantly: "Are you still here in the afternoon?"

　　"In the afternoon, you go to Xiaogushan to the east of the supply and marketing cooperative's car repair shop to rent. After the stalls are set up there ~www.NovelMTL.com~, Wanfeng put away the books and started to settle the accounts.