Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

For a distance of five hundred miles, this train actually ran for six hours, and it was already 3:30 in the afternoon when it arrived in Shenyang.

After getting off the train and entering the station, Wanfeng was the first to buy a Habin express ticket. After watching for a long time, I had no choice but to buy a general express, but there was no sleeper yet.

The boarding time is 6:20 in the evening, and there are nearly two and a half hours left.

After buying the ticket, I went to a state-owned restaurant outside the station and ordered a large bowl of rice and a plate of fried pork with green peppers.

The restaurant in the 1980s was still the conscience of the industry. The dish was copied on a large plate, and the rice was also on a large bowl. The amount was absolutely sufficient, and Wanfeng could not finish eating.

Although the dishes are large, there are not a few pieces of meat. It is a veritable stir-fried pork with green peppers.

Anyway, there is enough time and not anxious, so he will slow down the meal without rushing.

When the meal was halfway through, a young woman who was fairly fashionable at the time walked into the restaurant.

Women are around thirty, with the kind of wavy head that can only be seen in the city.

The wave front of 1981 was still relatively avant-garde, and there was no such style of haircut in the countryside.

The wave head's eyes scanned around the restaurant and went straight to Wanfeng's table and sat on the opposite side of Wanfeng.

"Oh, little brother, eating such a meal by yourself, the child doesn't taste so much, so be careful to eat it and ruin your body."

While talking, the dish in front of Wanfeng was fished in front of her.

"Sister, help you eat."

Then Wanfeng's rice bowl was also in her hands, and the woman did not regard herself as an outsider at all. She picked up her chopsticks and criticized this and started making it.

In the 1980s, there really were people who licked the bottom of the pan in the city, but you waited for others to eat it before licking it. Wanfeng hasn't finished it yet?

Wan Feng looked at the woman dumbfounded: "Sister! I haven't finished eating yet?"

"Oh, little brother, a child who eats so much is not good for his stomach, and will get stomach problems. Sister, this is for your good! This dish is a bit salty, little brother, don't throat if you eat too much."

What is it called, licking the plate and picking salty things.

Besides, this woman has a little brother. Who is the little brother? You are the little brother, and all of you are little brothers.

If this is not a restaurant, Wan Feng would like to use his little brother to smoke this woman.

Forget it, I can't eat this meal anymore, anyway, I'm almost full. When I'm hungry in the car, I can go to the dining car to eat.

Wan Feng stood up and left the hotel, wandering around the train station for a long time.

The train station at this time is far less lively than the train station of later generations.

Later generations of train stations set up stalls for business, rented out soliciting customers, and some hidden ladies looking for business seemed very lively, but now the train station is deserted, and there is no one except a few old ladies who buy popsicles.

I really didn't see much, I bought a popsicle, whispered in my mouth, and went back to the train station.

As the transportation hub of the three northeastern provinces, Shenyang Railway Station is crowded with people.

From the moment you walked into the waiting room, there would never be a quiet moment in the waiting room, as if hundreds of thousands of flies buzzed.

The waiting room is a mixed place, with all kinds of people.

In the waiting room, some lost money and even lost children, but it was also helpful.

For example, an old lady cried and said that her purse was stolen by a thief, and it received the sympathy and generosity of many people.

However, Wan Feng didn't give a penny, because he saw that the old lady's eyes were not sad but a little bit proud. The tears in her eyes Wan Feng was very suspicious that she was wiping saliva.

More than ten minutes have passed since this old lady, and another old man came over.

The reason is the same as the old lady just now. Wan Feng saw that they were a family.

This old one is there, so why should there be two small ones?

Within five minutes of Wan Feng's thought, a little girl in her thirteen to fourteen years old led a little boy in her ten years old and killed him again under the pretext that her grandfather was dying of illness.

If the old lady in front was her grandfather, would she be really angry when she heard her granddaughter ask for money for this reason?

Not to mention this kind of person now, even in the previous life, he never gave a penny, but he didn't have any money to ask for food.

These are all professional beggars, and they are not at all unable to survive and ask for money, but as a means of earning a living for nothing.

Wan Feng would not give them a point even if he threw the money in the toilet.

Wan Feng leaned against the wall with his bag in his arms, watching the life in the waiting room boredly.

When it was time to check the ticket and board the train, Wanfeng checked the ticket and got on the train.

After walking around four or five cars, I finally found an empty seat in a car at the end of the train.

This is a two-seater. Wan Feng is sitting outside. By the window is a middle-aged woman in her forties. At this moment, her head is dozing against the wall by the window of the car.

Opposite Wanfeng was a man in his forties, wearing a suit that was most common at the time, a hat on his head, and two eyes on his round face like glass balls.

Inside him is a delicate girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, a little scared ~www.NovelMTL.com~maybe a father and daughter.

The man said something to the girl from time to time, but the girl didn't answer a word.

"Where are you going, guy?" The middle-aged man on the opposite side asked Wan Feng after the train left the station.

"Terminal station."

"Just go out alone?"

Wan Feng nodded.

"Oh, it's not easy. Just go out alone when you are so old, so you are not afraid of getting lost?"

Why is it lost? It's not a dead person.

"It's okay, if you are afraid of losing, uncle can take you away. I am very familiar with this road. What is in your bag?" The man stared at the bag that Wanfeng was holding in front of his chest.

"It's nothing, a few changes of clothes."

"If it's not valuable, put it on the luggage rack."

Wan Feng frowned.

"No, a few clothes don't matter."

Then this man began to talk to Wanfeng Hu Kan, but he said that Wanfeng listened, basically Wan Feng didn't answer a few words.

This guy talks a little bit frivolously. It belongs to a person like running a train with his mouth full.

He said that his name is Zhang Guolin, a purchaser of a certain military-industrial subordinate unit. He has traveled all over the world and met various cadres, including ministers and teachers. He has many buddies along the way. How is the relationship between the secretary of his commune and him in his hometown? So much.

The girl didn't say a word when the fireworks were all over the sky, and whenever Zhang Guolin's body was leaning toward her, she tried to hide in as much as possible.

Wan Feng admired Zhang Guolin's mouth very much. This guy has been babbling for more than two hours without rest and he hasn't seen his voice hoarse.

Wan Feng was annoyed by listening to the Xu, so he closed his eyes and took a nap against the backrest.

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