Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Luan Feng left half an hour early because of his anger, so when the two returned to the garment factory, the garment factory had not yet finished get off work.

The red motorcycle was left alone in the open space between the office and the communication room.

Before Wan Feng came to the motorcycle, he checked the oil dipstick, no problem, and then checked the spark plug, no problem.

After stepping on it twice, the car just didn't catch fire.

There is only one possibility now.

After shaking the motorcycle twice, there was a very faint sound from the fuel tank in front.

"How far did you ride it this morning?" Wan Feng turned his head and asked Luan Feng, who was leaning on his thighs and bending over to watch.

"I didn't run, I left it here when I came."

"My ears don't make it clear, so tell me again."

"No...no run!" This time Luan Feng didn't have that calm expression on his face.

"I asked the people in the factory, I think they can tell me what you did in the morning."

"How do you know that I rode it around in the morning?"

Wan Feng looked at Luan Feng with a wink.

Luan Feng smiled: "You are so smart, so amazing!"

"Stop flattering me, say! Where have you been riding it?"

"I didn't go anywhere, so I rode it for a while on the south boulevard."

"Walk for a while? You tell me that there is no gas in the tank, and you just wandered for a while?"

"Ah? It's out of oil, can you run again after putting on oil?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah!" Luan Feng jumped up, just about to show up in the air a few flashes, but when I saw Wan Feng's face, he quickly landed on the ground and acted like a lady.

Wan Feng wanted to laugh very much, but he had to hold back, hold back.

You must not laugh at this time.

"Look at you when you want to laugh. It's as uncomfortable as suffocating a fart."

It's over, I can't hold it anymore.

When I came back yesterday, the fuel tank was full. This small tank of fuel is enough to run two rounds from the back of Wa to Hongya County. Last night and this morning, she was completely used up.

This morning, Wan Feng estimated that she rode this thing to the Warriors Commune in the shortest time, and she ran more than once, otherwise it would be impossible to burn all the oil.

"Where is there no oil?"

"At the Crouching Tiger Tunnel."

The entrance of Wohutun Village is about 150 meters away from the south end of Xiaoshutun. The distance from the brigade courtyard to the entrance of Wohutun is about 500 meters. The car is out of oil at the entrance of Wohutun and Luanfeng pushes back. Here.

"It's still a bit lucky. If you run out of gas in Dagou, you won't be able to push it back in the afternoon."

"Wow! You are amazing, as if you saw it."

Is this amazing? If you can't guess it, the pig might look down on you.

If you don't hit the house for three days, these words must be tailor-made for Luan Feng.

Wan Feng returned to Wa on the bicycle of a female worker in the factory and poured a bottle of gasoline at home.

This gasoline was drawn from the fuel tank of the car that gave him the motorcycle when he came back yesterday, and Wan Feng drew a pot with a plastic jug.

Pour gasoline into the fuel tank, stepped on the motorcycle a few times and burst into flames.

Luan Feng yelled again.

Do you want to teach Luan Feng to say Ouyesi? The female characters in those Western movies are very fond of calling Oyes.

If Luan Feng took a mouthful of Ou Yesi, he would have listened energetically.

Wan Feng chuckled inexplicably.

The female workers in the clothing factory watched the motorcycles. Luan Feng actually became a master and introduced them to the motorcycle driving skills. Wanfeng was speechless.

I'm so special that I still teach others.

"Director, I don't need salary or bonus this year. Will you send me this stuff by the end of the year?" A female worker giggled.

Luan Feng's eyes rolled a few times: "Really? Then if you return all your salaries after the Chinese New Year, I will really send you a motorcycle at the end of the year."

This girl is not stupid at all, but she is so confused.

The garment factory made nearly one million profits last year, and a lot of bonuses were issued at the end of the year.

There is no problem with the profit of the clothing factory this year exceeding one million. Luan Feng plans to give out a bonus of 100,000 this year. In addition to the clothing issued by each person during the New Year, the clothing factory now has 160 people, and each person can send nearly 700. With a bonus of RMB, the average salary of workers this year is around 50, and the bonus is worth more than money for a motorcycle, so the club will not do it.

"Or you don't have to refund the salary after the year, and now you don't want salary bonus, I will also give out motorcycles."

There are still more than eight months left to the end of the year, and Luan Feng calculates that she is also worthwhile from now on.

The female workers were not stupid. Upon hearing that the factory promised so happily, they immediately rejected the female worker’s proposal.

These women are not fuel-efficient lamps, and it is not easy for Luan Feng to calm these women at an age younger than them.

The lunch at the canteen of the clothing factory is rice, tofu stewed with cabbage.

Wanfeng requires that the food of the clothing factory must be a staple food of fine grains once a week, and that there must be vegetables at noon and evening every day.

The food does not have to be good, but it is guaranteed to be full.

Those who stay here symbolically charge 30 cents a day for food.

The girls work for themselves and cannot treat them badly. The minimum requirements are better than the food in their own homes.

These fine grains were bought by Wanfeng. After the contract was reached, he secretly bought some from the farmers, and then bought some bargained grains to deal with it~www.NovelMTL.com~ The clothing factory moved here, this is the first time he has been in the factory For dinner, I did not expect to catch up with the only fine food this week.

The luck is really good.

Women couldn't stop their mouths even when they were eating, and they kept talking, making the cafeteria noisy.

Wan Feng took a bowl of rice, buckled the vegetables onto the rice, stirred and squatted outside the door to eat by squatting against the wall.

The workers in the garment factory also knew that he, the little factory manager, deliberately ran to him to tease him without blocking his words.

After eating, he was surrounded by young girls. People who didn't know thought he was flooded with peach blossom luck.

"The second factory director, Master Erman said that you sing very nicely, but we have never heard it before. Let's listen to it when we sing a paragraph?"

"Yes, Master Laneige also said that you sang a song called Don't Take Off Your Shoes. It's very powerful. You can sing it if the average girl can't sing it."

It's over, the song of not taking off your shoes seems to be the heirloom of the clothing factory. Is this going to be passed down from generation to generation?

"You all eat at the same time, okay? I don't let me eat leisurely for a meal. They all surround me and do what I eat. There is no special way to eat like you."

Singing? What's the matter? Now that the mouth is busy picking up rice, you let it sing? It has to be willing to count even if it wants to sing Laozi.

"Then you can sing it after eating, it is also good for digestion."

Someone is trying to harm me. My stomach is swollen and I screamed up. What should I do if my swollen intestines burst?

"Since you love to listen to songs, when we open a party for you at the end of the year, everyone who can sing will go up and sing."

"The second factory manager, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true, there are prizes for those who go up to sing and dance."

"The second factory director is wise!"

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