Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The main work of the carpenters in the brigade is to repair and make carriages and carriages, plowing rods, and so on. Of course, they also take on some bin boxing when they are idle.

"I bought a piece of fiberboard to make such a big box. How much work do you need to make one?"

Wanfeng measured the size.

Wang He, the son of Wang's father and son, walked over: "What size fiberboard and what kind of box should I make?"

"It's the kind of fiberboard, made a small box one foot long, ten centimeters thick, and twenty centimeters high. The specific style can be designed tonight."

Wang He calculated: "Five cents each."

Very fair price.

"Then I will ask the group of tractors to bring me over tomorrow. You can see how many fiberboards can be made, and make some for me if you can."

As soon as I said this, I heard Zhang Hai’s voice from outside: "Where did the little machine go?"

Wan Feng hurried out of the carpenter's shop and saw Zhang Haizheng standing in front of the brigade office room, looking around blankly.

"What are you running around? The brigade agreed, and the radio station Lao Hong also knows. You just need to find him."

Wan Feng was very happy, turned his head and ran towards the broadcasting station.

The brigade's broadcast station was in the wing diagonally opposite the supply and marketing agency, just beside the gate.

"Brother Feng!"

As soon as Wan Feng ran to the gate, there was a milky voice. When she turned her face, she saw Xu Meilin holding the door of the brigade with one hand, and put a finger in her mouth and tilted her head to look at her.

Wan Feng made an emergency brake and pointed his finger at her: "Come here!"

Xu Meilin ran over, dangling the two croissants behind her head.

"Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to put your fingers in your mouth ten thousand times? Why can't you think about it all the time." Wan Feng grabbed Xu Meilin's hand that was in her mouth and patted her palm twice.

"Gluck!"

The intensity of the numbness was reduced, and he even clapped and laughed.

"The money you gave last time was spent?"

Xu Meilin reached into her pocket with a small dirty hand, and carefully grabbed a five-pointed ticket: "More."

"No one wants it?"

"Mom said to her, she saved for me and I didn't give it."

"Yes! She lied to you, don't even think about bringing it back to her, hold it in your arms when you sleep at night, and brother will give you another piece."

Wan Feng took out a quick money from his pocket and stuffed it into Xu Meilin's pocket.

Xu Meilin smiled like a flower.

"Brother has something to do, I won't play with you, go home."

"Ok!"

Seeing Xu Meilin's back disappear at the gate of the brigade, Wan Feng took a deep breath and shook his head, turned and walked into the brigade broadcasting room.

Lao Hong is the broadcaster of the Jiangwei brigade. He has been engaged in this job almost all his life. His home and Xu Bin's house will live directly behind Wanfeng's house in the future.

Lao Hong is debugging the machine in front of the radio station. His daily work is from 5 to 7 in the morning, from 11 to 1 in the noon, and from 5 to 8 in the evening, and rests the rest of the time.

After Wan Feng entered the house, Lao Hong pointed to the tattered pile in the corner and said: "They are all there, the replaced and damaged ones, you can find them yourself."

Wan Feng squatted in the corner and looked for it. He first found out a few broadcast boxes to see if the paper cones of the speakers were damaged, and picked the paper cones aside without damage.

Next is the phonograph.

There are three phonographs here just scattered there. The equipment of the broadcasting station is all things sent by the county cultural station. They were originally to be recycled, but I don't know why they were not taken away.

Luck stood beside Wanfeng again here.

The Commune Cultural Station had a device replacement not long ago. This kind of phonograph with a horn on it has been eliminated. The newly replaced phonograph canceled the curved horn on it and changed the way of plugging in, so these were eliminated. One of the equipment that came down is still intact.

After testing, Wan Feng picked out the intact phonograph. All he had to do when he went back was to clean it in all directions, and then it could be used directly.

In the end, Wan Feng asked for three records, and there was nothing good to hear, they were all folk songs.

This trip can be said to be a rewarding experience.

Zhang Hai directly carried Wan Feng to Luan Feng's house.

When Wan Feng entered the house with the phonograph in his arms, Luan Feng was so happy that he rushed out and almost gave him a bear hug.

"Don't come close to me, it's all gray. This needs to be cleaned. Take out the tools of the sewing machine."

Luan Feng quickly went back to get the tools, and watched Wan Feng fiddling around in the yard after she didn't work. She didn't expect Wan Feng to fiddle with these things too. She thought she had made money again.

She really wanted to use her fingers to calculate how much she had earned.

Wan Feng almost dismantled the phonograph into parts, and used the brush for cleaning the sewing machine to clean up the parts one by one, making it dusty.

"Can you still put it back?" Luan Feng asked worriedly.

"Of course it can. Of course I can install it back if I dare to dismantle it. If you can't install it with only dismantling, it won't be a loser."

"Humph! Are you sarcastic at me?"

A strange flower has appeared, and there is still something missing.

"Fortunately, you have self-knowledge. You are the kind of person who can disassemble but can't put it back."

"You are less proud, and I will tear you apart someday."

"Go, it's gray if you hide away."

After about half an hour, the phonograph was finally cleaned up and shiny~www.NovelMTL.com~ There was not even a socket in Luan Feng’s house. Wan Feng went to the brick and tile factory and asked for a black old-fashioned one. The socket is connected to electricity.

"The spring water in the frontier is clear and pure, and the songs of the frontier warm people's hearts and hearts..."

The popular episode in the movie "Black Triangle" sounded, Luan Feng and Jiang Min slapped together.

Wan Feng didn't have time to enjoy the music. He found a piece of paper and lay on the kang to draw a picture.

Because Wan Feng often writes and draws on the kang, Luan Feng doesn't care.

The ruler of Wanfeng's clothes drew a front view about 20 centimeters one foot long, with a slightly rectangular frame in the middle, and a circle on the left and right.

Picked it up and looked around for a long time.

"What are you painting?" Luan Feng finally discovered that Wan Feng's painting today seemed to have nothing to do with the clothes.

"good stuff."

"What is a good thing?"

"I won't tell you! I'm afraid you will go out and talk."

I drew a top view next to the main view. After thinking about it, it seemed that the left and right views were useless, so I didn't draw it. Finally, I drew a back view.

It was almost five o'clock in a blink of an eye, and all those who did the work were gone, leaving Wanfeng Luan Feng and Jiang Min in the house.

"I will start school tomorrow, and I won't be able to come one day."

Luan Feng burst into tears without knowing whether it was true or not, "Then what should I do?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if I miss you?"

"Wow!" Jiang Min who was working on the sewing machine wowed.

"Can you two go to the back room? Are you so sticky and squishy to disgust me!" Jiang Min roared.

"**! You have gone bad, really!"

Wan Feng shook his head helplessly, and Luan Feng quackly laughed: "It just disgusts you!"