Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

This upset rushed back and forth on his nerves for a few minutes like tides scouring the beach.

While he was upset, he also felt a heartache.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he returned to peace, and for a while, he didn't know where this emotion came from.

This year, he feels that he has been quite peaceful inside, not only is his heart peaceful, as if everything is peaceful.

He even thought that he had reached the state of returning to innocence. Why would he feel this way if his heart was so peaceful?

He can be sure that this is not a physical cause, his body has no problems and is very healthy.

Where does this chaotic mood come from?

After being puzzled, Wan Feng and Luan Feng went to his grandfather’s house to pay a New Year greeting to the elders one by one. After each handed out a 188 yuan red envelope, Wan Feng returned to his home and went to Luan Feng’s parents’ house to pay New Year’s greetings. After giving out the red envelope, he returned to his house and lay on the kang thinking wildly.

"Don't sleep, keep your years old! Give me a red envelope."

Luan Feng leaned close to Wan Feng, smiling hippiely.

"Are you short of money?"

"No shortage."

"What kind of red envelope do you want? It's not a child."

"Didn't you send it, it has a different meaning."

Wan Feng first touched the right pocket of the ski shirt. Thinking about it, he reached into his clothes and took out a swollen red envelope from his upper left pocket and threw it to Luan Feng.

Luan Feng lay on the kang like a kid from another family and opened the red envelope with his fingers and glanced in.

"Very little, last year you posted eight or eighty-eight, but this year you have lost seven hundred."

Last year, Luan Feng's red envelopes were special, but this year they are 188 like those of the elders.

More or less just a meaning.

Wan Feng didn't say anything. When Luan Feng returned from his parents' house ten minutes later, he found that Wan Feng had fallen asleep.

Without Wan Feng's company, Luan Feng's keeping the old age was just talking on paper. He yawned before two o'clock, and fell asleep with Wan Feng's stomach on his back.

For people who don't gamble, there seems to be nothing else to do during the New Year except to drop in and chat.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, Wan Feng visited some people he thought was worth visiting for the New Year. He first went to his uncle’s house and gave a red envelope of 66 yuan each to his cousin and cousin, and then he went to Liang Wan’s house.

Liang Wan's two sister-in-laws have long been married, and the popularity of his family is not as strong as before. Liang Wan and his father and son are gathering on the kang to watch TV.

Wan Feng gave Liang Wan's old father a sixty-six yuan red envelope.

Then he went to Liang Hua's room and gave red envelopes to the two fake sister-in-laws who still call him brother-in-law.

"Also called my brother-in-law, so that your real brother-in-law can hear you and not hit you."

Liang Hua's two sisters are twelve and fourteen five, and they are no longer a happy age that can be passed on for a dollar.

"Brother-in-law, you are too deductible, it's only eight yuan."

Seeing that there is no eight yuan is too little.

"Because I am not your true brother-in-law, eight yuan is a lot."

Liang Hua has also decided to kiss her. Her target is a young man in the same village who is surnamed Li, who is going to spend the Chinese New Year at someone's house on the fourth day of the new year. So she looks affectionate, and she is probably in the complex psychology of wanting and being afraid of children putting on whips .

"This is the first time I went to someone's New Year's Eve this year? Alas! When I come back, I will become a virgin sister."

Liang Hua blushed as soon as he heard it: "You fellow, how do you say it makes you lose your taste?"

"What is a taste change? This is the truth, is it wrong to tell the truth? Don't let the little Laizi touch you that day if you have the ability."

Liang Hua's nickname was Li Xiaozi. When he was a child, he was named because of the skin on his face. Later, the skin was gone but his nickname remained. He has been called until today and may still be called Lao.

"You leave quickly, you don't have a good word."

The New Year's Eve of Laozi? Lao Tzu is your superior.

Liang Hua has been an old man in a clothing factory these years, and now he is the leader of a group of 20 machines, and he is also in charge of more than 20 people.

"Liang Hua, I tell you very seriously, the first time a woman did that thing was very painful. It was so painful, really! Whether you can make all the hardships and enjoy yourself depends on your family's scorpion's skill, if his skill is not good, then yours The bitter days are here, ha ha."

Since I will leave Laozi on the first day of the new year, of course I have to set up some psychological barriers for you.

Coming out of Liang Wan's house, Wan Feng walked to Zhang Hai's house.

A group of children who put small whips on the village avenue saw Wanfeng and rushed to pay New Year's greetings to Wanfeng.

For the children from the age of eight or nine to thirteen and fourteen, Wanfeng during the Chinese New Year is like a God of Wealth, and if you ask him how good the New Year is, there will be red envelopes falling from the sky.

This has been the case for several years in a row.

This year was no exception. After receiving a large piece of New Year celebrations in various tones, Wan Feng happily took out a handful of red envelopes from his right pocket and everyone sent one.

There are about dozens of red envelopes in his pockets from inside to outside. Of course, the face value of the red envelopes in each pocket is different.

The red envelope in the right pocket has the least face value, and it has a face value of five yuan inside.

These red packets of denomination are enough to send these kids away.

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A group of children happily dispersed with red packets in their hands.

Wan Feng also came to Zhang Hai's house after sending the child away.

There are many people who slapped and slapped horses these days. Zhang Haijia, who is the secretary of the brigade, naturally does not lack such people. Wan Feng has seen several team captains and accountants at Zhang Hai’s house.

Including his brother-in-law Zhuping.

Therefore, Wan Feng didn't stay here long. He didn't plan to join them in the discussion of Jiangwei's future. He left here after sending red envelopes to Zhang Hai's two children.

When I came out from Zhang Hai, Luan Feng, who was dressed in red, was going to visit her relatives for New Year's greetings, so I couldn't help but drag Wan Feng with her.

After paying respect to Luan Feng's Seventh Aunt and Eight Aunts and Wanfeng Aunt, it was noon on that day.

After lunch, Luan Feng was taken by the sisters in the village. It is estimated that the goods will not be back until dark.

Bored, Wan Feng jumped over the ditch in front of the door to the concrete road leading to Cui Tun.

At this time, there was only Wan Feng alone on this busy road, and he walked aimlessly towards Cui Tun.

Walking for some reason, the upset feeling hit last night again.

When he walked to the small hill between Cui Tun behind Wa, this feeling suddenly became stronger.

Wan Feng clearly felt that they were scouring and cutting his nerves like tides and blades, uncomfortable but not painful.

This is a very contradictory feeling, contradictory enough to make him have an illusion of soul soaring.

He seemed to feel the soul slowly rising in the air and looking down.

On the ground surrounded by snow, he saw another himself standing blankly on the concrete road, his eyes bleak and lonely...

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