Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 Xia Qiulong moved a wheelchair to the house. Jiang Hongguo started to assemble it without stopping, first installing the guide wheels, pressing the two guide wheels in seconds, and then installing the push wheels.

"Brother Jiang, are these four shelves enough for you to assemble this week?"

"I can't say this, maybe it's enough, maybe it's not enough."

This sentence is very reasonable, but it is the same as not saying it in detail.

"Well, whether you can use it or not, I will make five orders before I go back. If it is not enough, go to the road and tell us the tractor for the village to send bricks. If you tell it in the morning, maybe it will be delivered in the afternoon. I don’t stay here for other things."

"I'm leaving so soon? Brothers won't leave for a while?"

"Still eating? I'm more busy than the president now."

Out of Jiang Hongguo Xia Qiulong asked suspiciously: "Brother, what is the president? Why are you busier than the president?"

Wan Feng was shocked, and then he remembered Xia Qiulong and they didn't even know what the president was.

"The president is the biggest bucket of water." Wan Feng haha ​​and left, leaving Xia Qiulong in a mess: Why is the bucket full of water busy?

Wan Feng is going to do four things this morning, so he has to walk tightly and stay in every place without a long time plan.

Now he has done two things, and Xin Li delivered the car rack to Jiang Hongguo. Now he is carrying out the third thing, sending part of the clothes of the officials and wives to Bai Liyun's house.

You don't need Xia Qiulong to send clothes, and he doesn't need a bodyguard.

Wan Feng cautiously poked his head into the open courtyard door of Bai Liyun's house. His greatest wish was not to see Zhou Binghua. If it were the best, he would not see flowers washing clothes.

Because the clothes he promised Huaer didn't come true, he forgot.

It can not be blamed that he is not, who hasn't forgotten the time!

Luck always patronizes those who are prepared, and Wan Feng didn't see the flowers because he was fully prepared.

There was no one in the yard.

Wan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and finally didn't have to face Hua'er's unreasonable troubles.

"Godmother!" Wan Feng yelled first when he entered the house. Wouldn't it be bad luck for him to rush in in case the godmother is at home and dating the situation?

Although knowing that this situation can't happen at all, but being careful makes Wannian Ship not.

Facts have proved that Wan Feng's psychology is too gloomy. There is only one person in the room. Bai Liyun is working as a window arranging the temple and applying yellow to the mirror.

"Xiao Wan! You are here!"

"Godmother, where's Sister Huaer?"

"I ran out early in the morning, saying that I went to the movies with my coworkers."

This is not bad, it is completely clean.

Wan Feng entered the house and took the backpack off his shoulders, and took out eight sets of clothes from inside.

"Godmother, I gave eight sets of clothes and made eight sets."

"Huh? Only made this point, this is only one third."

"When you make the clothes of these people, you have to do it carefully, and you can't tolerate a little sloppy. We have someone dedicated to make your clothes, and we can make one set in a day. It's better to get out of eight sets."

In fact, Jiang Min did not make these clothes specifically, she sometimes helped to sew pants.

What Wan Feng said was to put gold on his face to prove that I was not fooled by making clothes for you, and they couldn't see it anyway.

"Yes, yes! People in my circle are all well-known. It doesn't matter if it is expensive, you must do it well. Let me see."

"This is Cao Yuling's, this is Guan Xianghua's, and this is Yu Xiaoyan's..." There is a note in each suit with the name of the owner of the clothes written on it.

Bai Liyun checked the eight outfits that Wan Feng had brought, and carefully put it away.

"Don't mention it, those stray goods can't wait to come here eight times a day, just to see if the clothes are ready."

"I will try to deliver them next week. Actually, there are still a few sets at home, but they are not ironed. By the way, I saw my godfather at the construction site on Wednesday afternoon. He said he was going to a meeting and he was wearing a new dress. Don’t mention the spirits in the West. Godmother must keep a close watch when she comes back at night. If necessary, she must be tortured and tortured. Maybe there will be a little wife behind her."

Wan Feng always wanted to advance Zhou Bingde's slander in the face of Bai Liyun, and he didn't know why, he always felt that Zhou Bingde would be happy when Bai Liyun took care of him.

But he also knew that this was a waste of effort. Even people in official circles were still very simple at that time, and eating a little bit of food would be considered corrupt. As for breaking their shoes, they generally didn't dare to break their shoes.

The problem of style is more serious than the mistake of eating.

"Go! Don't be too open in front of me."

To be open means to sow discord.

"Since you mentioned the suit, I remembered that your godfather was wearing the suit that day at the meeting, which became the focus of the audience. Many cadres asked where your godfather did it and how much it cost. There are a lot of things to do, Let me ask."

As long as the hook is thrown out, a big fish will always be hooked, and big fish suits are not called for nothing.

"Godmother, the minimum cost to make such a suit is 30, because it takes too much time, and there are too many processes to go through for a suit."

"Well, godmother knows, godmother will give you thirty-five sets."

This is five yuan more!

"Don't forget to ask for the size of their clothes. Sister Hua'er came back and told her that the clothes I promised to her were still not ready. I will bring her next week.

The third thing is done, and the last and most important thing is left below.

Wan Feng and Yang Hong agreed to ask him to wait for him at Miaoling. Now a question arises. How can he get to Miaoling?

This is the southern slope. The reason why it is called the southern **** is naturally south of Hongya. The key is that Miaoling is at the northwest corner of Hongya, even though the city of Hongya at that time was not one-fifth the area of ​​the later county. NovelMTL.com~ However, there is a minimum distance of four miles from Nandapo to Miaoling.

If he walked over this distance, it would be too late to wait for Yang Hong's tractor.

Xia Qiulong had already rode a bicycle to the construction site, and it was impossible for him to carry himself to Miaoling.

Standing on the street, Wan Feng looked around blankly, and saw a young man riding a bicycle with teeth and claws.

What can you do with so many people on the street? Wan Feng stood by the side of the road without moving his eyes and watched this guy rushing towards him, and seeing the bicycle just by his side, Wan Feng fell down.

"My legs! My legs!" Wan Feng sat on the ground holding his legs in pain.

The young man riding a bicycle was taken aback, and hurried to Wan Feng's side: "Oh, there are no children in the crash!"

"My legs won't move anymore, I want to go home."

"Where does your house live, shall I take you back?"

"Okay! My house is in the double push."

"Can you stand up."

Of course I can stand up. How can I get on the train without standing up?

Wan Feng supported his body with one leg, barely stood up, and then got onto the seat of the car seemingly strenuously.

"Sit down yet?"

"Sit down."

The young man stepped on the pedal with his left foot and then with his right foot on the ground, and then rode on the seat with a forward leg.

When faced with difficulties, the difference between a smart person and an idiot is revealed.