Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 Wan Feng didn't enter the warehouse for the first time. He looked at the white strip in his hand and thought for a while, propped up the bicycle, turned and left the popsicle factory.

　　 After seven or eight minutes, Wan Feng came back to the door of the warehouse panting.

"anyone there?"

　　 Wanfeng shouted and saw a white hat popping up from a stack of wooden boxes, and then he saw the face of a young brother.

　　 "What are you doing?" The young brother seemed to be hiding in a pile of boxes and dreaming. He was disturbed by Wan Feng and looked impatient.

　　 "I get the goods." He said, raising the white strip in his hand.

　　 "How many?"

　　 Wanfeng did not directly answer the youth's words, but glanced around: "Brother! Why are you alone here?"

　　 The youth became impatient: "What are you asking this for?"

　　 "Brother, your job is good, how free it is, you can sleep at any time or something."

　　 The young man's eyes widened: "Freedom? I'm the only person here, inside and out. I was as busy as a grandson before eight o'clock. Now you look at me freely, just tell me how many."

　　 "One hundred and five." Wan Feng handed the note in his hand to the young man's hand.

　　 The youth took a look at the note and then stared at Wan Feng: "I said you didn't study? This is..."

　　 Before the youth had finished speaking, Wan Feng stuffed a box of golden chrysanthemum cigarettes into the pocket outside of the youth's white coat.

　　 Wanfeng’s left pocket is a box of cigarettes, and the right pocket is a box of Pecho Antelope.

　　 He made this preparation in advance, because he didn't know whether the other party was a man or a woman, so he made two-handed preparation.

　　Since the other party is a man, it is smoke that plays a role.

　　 The young man subconsciously reached out and touched his pocket to know what was in his pocket, but he didn't seem to have gone through such a thing, and he didn't know how to short-circuit his brain.

　　 "Brother! Isn't it one hundred and fifty?"

　　 Wanfeng asked the young man again before he suddenly realized: "Oh! It's... it's one hundred and five, you come in with me."

　　 It was chill in the storeroom, Wan Feng couldn't help but shiver, paralyzed, he was still wearing the kind of shorts that students wear in summer.

　　 "Boy, what do you mean?" The young man took the cigarette out of his pocket and took a look and kicked it back.

　　 The seven cents of golden chrysanthemums are much higher grade than the eight cents of bumper cigarettes he smoked.

　　 The people at this time are so innocent, and they have to be taught.

　　 "A pack of cigarettes can be exchanged for fifty popsicles." Wan Feng said simply.

　　 The young man blinked his eyes, picked up the wooden box, and put one hundred and fifty popsicles into the wooden box.

　　 This guy is so desperate, why doesn't his head get any better.

　　 "Brother! Don't you still have a pair? There are still 30 of 150 popsicles. It should be 180."

　　 The young man hesitated for a while and installed 30 pieces for Wanfeng.

　　 I can’t give Laozi two hundred sticks for those who are paralyzed, waste material!

　　 "I said kid, nothing will happen, right?" the young man asked worriedly.

　　 "The invoices issued by your factory are all white strips. You don't even have a doorman when you go out. What do you think will happen? I don't believe you have confiscated one hundred and five white strips. You can figure it out.

　　 There are some things he can't say too clearly, what if the church is a little corrupt person? He can't bear this responsibility.

　　 Wanfeng took the box out and stacked it in the box layer by layer.

　　 That little brother seems to be still turning this vigorously.

　　 Wanfeng's code is ready, the popsicles put the empty box on the stack of boxes and bid farewell to the little brother: "Brother! I'm leaving, there will be a period later."

　　 When Wanfeng pushed the car out of the popsicle factory, the young man was still in a daze, but he also turned that way.

　　 It turns out that work can still be done like this!

　　 Wan Feng, who came out of the popsicle factory, didn't know that the youth had awakened, and he was still feeling: What a pure age! I don't know that the young man has not figured out the relationship between them, but I hope this young man will not be ruined by him.

　　 One box of cigarettes worth six or seven cents changed for sixty popsicles. Wan Feng was naturally in a good mood, so he was so energetic, singing a small song in his mouth and briskly returning to Jiangwei school.

　　 When he walked into the school with his bicycle, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

　　 Jiangwei School’s playground was crowded with people. Except for the 400-odd students, there were no less than four or five hundred adults from all the teams. The Jiangwei school’s playground was full of people.

The school sports meeting is much more interesting for adults than watching a movie. At the end of May, the fields were already green and there was no important work. Therefore, almost all teams pushed back their work and watched the sports meeting during the holiday. .

　　 So the men, women and children of the various teams showed up in Jiangwei School with their families, which caused the current crowded situation.

　　 Seeing this scene Wanfeng felt a joy again.

　　 A notice is being played in the loudspeaker: "Please check in at the check-in office immediately if you participate in the 200m preliminaries of the women's group B. Please see the long jumper in the men's group B immediately check-in at the check-in station..."

　　 It was almost noon, there was no cloud or wind in the sky, and the sun probably liked to watch the excitement, looking down fiercely above the head, swaying infinite heat, and because of the crowds, the playground was simply heated.

　　 Almost all the people are sweating, UU reading www.uukānshu.com The fans in the hands of those holding fans are dancing like Nezha's hot wheels. Those who do not have a fan can only rely on the corner fan to reduce the heat.

　　 "I'm selling popsicles, I'm selling popsicles."

　　 In such an atmosphere, a voice suddenly rang, as if a cool breeze was blowing on the face.

　　 The voice of the person who heard it seemed to emit smoke after a whirr.

　　While Wanfeng’s voice was still echoing around the beam, the questioning sounded: "How much is one?"

　　 "Two for one, you can buy three for five cents, how many do you want?"

　　 One hundred and eighty popsicles from Wanfeng cost more than a dime, and one has not yet carried seven cents. How he sells it makes sense.

　　 "Bring me one." An adult handed over two cents.

　　 "Uncle, do you have any kids in your family to run a sports meeting? How do you divide a popsicle? If you have heatstroke on this hot day, it will be a big trouble."

　　 The adult was right when he heard: "You are right, the one who gave me five cents is so numb to death."

　　 The adult exchanged a five-point coin, and eagerly took the popsicle and put it in his mouth, then went everywhere to look for his children.

"Is there any one to buy? Adults can bear it, but students can't. If you get heatstroke, it won't be a problem that can be solved by two cents and a popsicle. Maybe your child can persist in this kind of weather. Don’t let your children lose at the starting line, a popsicle may bring a bright future..."

　　 Wanfeng’s mouth was like a hanging river, and the people around him instantly understood a truth. Yes, you can’t let your children lose on the starting line.

　　 This sentence was appeared on the campus of the Jiangwei brigade by Wanfeng N years in advance.