Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 If Wan Feng heard Jiang Jun’s rhetoric, he would surely grab his ears and warn him not to steal it. That’s the case if you steal a melon and jujube. If you steal a bicycle, you just go to the juvenile control office.

　　 When Wanfeng came to Lao Liangtou's house, Lao Liangtou had already picked the melons that Wanfeng needed, and placed a neat pile of them.

　　 "I've passed the scale, so I can do it myself if I don't believe it."

　　 There is nothing to believe in, the old head can only give him more, not less.

　　 Wanfeng put the melons into the basket one by one, and picked some green grass around the basket after finishing the yard. It looked like that.

　　 After paying the money, he tried to push the cart.

　　 The box with melons and popsicles with baskets weighs about 80 kilograms, and it is still within the scope of it.

Even though he is only thirteen years old this year, his strength and size have grown tremendously through continuous exercise in the past few months. Compared with himself at the same time in the previous life, he is much stronger than him in the previous life. Up.

　　 If you follow the mountain road on the mountain beam to the north, you will find Cui Tun after three miles.

　　 Wanfeng pushed the car through the three-mile journey out of Cui Tun to the dirt road leading to the Warriors Commune.

　　 About four miles from Cuitun to the Warriors Commune, although it is a rural dirt road, fortunately, there is no uphill or downhill. Wanfeng arrived at the Warriors Commune at about seven o'clock.

　　 He leaned his bicycle on the wall of the Warrior Commune Supply and Marketing Cooperative, glued two red advertisements to the wall of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative with white glue, and then posted two more advertisements at the entrance of the hospital.

　　 Continue to set off, the next target is the Blue Mountain Farm.

　　 The Supply and Marketing Cooperative of the Blue Mountain Farm was also on the side of the road. Wan Feng posted two advertisements on the left and the right next to the two gates of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative of the Blue Mountain Farm and came to the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory.

　　 It was more than seven ten minutes in the morning when the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory was crowded, and vendors from various commercial outlets in the county made it bustling.

　　 Wanfeng didn't come here to get the goods. He pushed the cart to Hua Wanrong where the ticket was issued, and took the popsicle box from the cart.

　　 "Auntie Hua! I put this box here for you, and I'll get it back at noon."

　　 Hua Wanrong was very happy to see Wanfeng, and motioned Wanfeng to take the box to her room.

　　 Wanfeng sent the box in, after a brief chat, he backed out and went straight to Hongya County.

　　 The distance from the Blue Mountain Farm to the Red Cliff City is about ten miles, and it took Wanfeng twenty minutes to reach the county town.

　　 Hongya County in the 1980s did not have such a large site or high-rise buildings. There was only an old street from Miaoling to Nandapo. The length of the old street was about five or six miles, a narrow one.

　　The location of a township in a few decades later is not as good.

　　 Almost all the enterprises and institutions in Hongya County are on both sides of this narrow street, with a factory next to a factory on the side of the avenue.

　　 Wanfeng came to the county seat for the purpose of selling cantaloupe, so I would like to inquire about something by the way.

　　 To sell things is naturally to find the place with the most people.

　　The first place with a lot of people in 1980 was the farmer’s market. At that time, it was still state-owned, and everyone was not allowed to enter the stalls. It was impossible for Wanfeng to enter.

　　 The second place is near the department store.

　　 Hongya County’s commercial districts are concentrated at the crossroads of Nandapo, where commercial outlets such as Hongya Shopping Mall, the Second Department Store, Wujinjiaohua, and agricultural materials companies are gathered.

　　 Wanfeng came here and set up a bicycle at the entrance of the Second Department Store.

　　 The shops and malls in the 1980s are just ordinary houses, not even buildings. They are no different from the supply and marketing cooperatives in the country except that they are bigger and more spacious.

　　 The only building in this area is the two-story movie theater, and the People's Hospital that is faintly visible in the south. Even the county government at that time did not have a building.

　　 "Cantaloupe cantaloupe! The cantaloupe just picked this morning, packaged in a cooked bag for five cents a catty, don't miss it when you pass by!"

　　 Wanfeng’s shouts successfully turned himself into a monster, and many people looked at him with strange eyes.

　　 The society of the year was clearly divided into classes, with a clear distinction between workers and peasants, and the status of workers was higher than that of peasants.

　　 There are also high and low levels among workers. The most popular occupations at the time were state officials, steering wheels, stethoscopes, and salespersons.

　　 These are called the four great brushes of the time.

　　As one of the four great brushes, the sales clerks in the county are all grandfather-like, only Hengmei Leng's domineering attitude towards Qianfuzhi definitely does not have the spirit of bowing and willing to be a bully. Do you like to buy or not to buy?

　　 So smiling like Wan Feng yells and sells things fresh, like aliens who have just come out of the pot.

　　 "Dear aunts, elders, eldest brothers, eldest sisters, the melons I grow in my own house are cooked and sweet. If you have bought them, stop by and take a look."

　　 A man in a gray uniform and hat with a serious expression carrying a purse as if he were a small cadre came to Wanfeng’s booth: "Child! Is your melon sweet?"

　　 Seeing that someone asked the price, Wan Feng immediately came to his spirit: "The package is cooked and sweet, and if it is not sweet, you don’t need money."

　　 "Ah! Is it not sweet, no money? Are you bragging?"

"My own family produces melons. My grandfather has grown melons in the production team for more than ten years. Now that he grows old, he grows some melons by himself. Let me sell them. If you don’t believe me, you can taste it. taste."

Wan Feng took out a cantaloupe from the basket, weighed it, and handed it to someone who looked like a cadre: "You can taste it~www.NovelMTL.com~ but we are ugly saying that if it is not sweet, you can eat it for nothing. If it is sweet, you have to pay for it. ."

　　 The cadre-like person took the cantaloupe and patted it with both hands, and the melon cracked from the middle with a crack, and a fragrance of fragrance was immediately diffused.

　　 "It smells good." The cadre squatted on the wall and took two bites.

　　 "Oh, good, good, give me four catties."

　　 This is the opening.

　　 Wanfeng weighed four catties of cantaloupe swiftly. Of course, the melon that the cadre ate must be counted.

　　 The cadre put the melon in his purse and left after paying the money.

　　Because there are people who look like this cadre as live advertisements, those who watch the excitement will take action.

　　 "Child, weigh me two catties." An aunt-like person became Wanfeng's second customer.

　　 Auntie carried a vegetable basket in her hand, which contained a few vegetables, and Wan Feng put the weighed melons in the basket.

　　, while weighing the scales, was cute and short-lived with the aunt's parents, such as how much the vegetables she bought, and even yelled twice while she was in the gap.

　　 People continue to buy Wanfeng’s melons, but everyone does not buy a lot. Most of them are sold for a dime, and the cadre’s two dime deal turned out to be the largest.

　　 is so, Wan Feng quickly sold more than 30 kilograms, and at this rate he can process all the melons in less than half an hour.

　　 "Child! You are not allowed to sell anything here, hurry up and sell it elsewhere!"

　　 Wanfeng was weighing the scales, and an old man with an armband on his arms walked over to drive Wanfeng away.

　　 The old man’s armband is embroidered with three yellow characters for administrator, and he doesn’t know what his management is.

　　 People wouldn’t insist on not letting Wanfeng sell them. After doing the business, they would clean up and move their positions.