Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 “What did you buy it for? Changing the front and rear tires and the big frame is almost equivalent to buying a new car.” Song Yuancheng asked puzzledly.

The price of a new Baishan brand bicycle at that time was 105 yuan, and it was estimated that it would cost 60 yuan to replace the two things he just talked about with the new ones, which is why he threw this bike here. .

“Don’t worry about it. It can’t be used as a bicycle. I can also change it into something else, such as a toy. Now your thing is worth the price of scrap iron. According to the current price of three cents of scrap iron, it says more. I can sell it for two yuan, can I sell you five yuan?”

　　Wan Feng counted out a steelworker and raised it in front of Song Yuancheng.

　　 “Looking at you, this little guy is so troublesome, I won’t charge you five yuan, just give three yuan, anyway, you little **** can’t treat me badly.”

　　 Song Yuancheng took the money in Wanfeng’s hand and found two yuan for Wanfeng.

　　 Smart people do things simply. Even if he doesn’t charge those two yuan, Wanfeng will get him back later.

　　 Wanfeng didn’t accept the two dollars, instead he took out a large box of front door and put it in Song Yuancheng’s pocket.

　　 Daqianmen was a box of three cents at the time, absolutely high-end cigarettes, far from a box of handshake and butterfly flowers.

　　 “Uncle Song! I hope your glass factory will only accept broken glass from me in the future, do you understand?”

　　 After he drove the road, maybe there would be cool people behind, so he formed a monopoly.

　　 Song Yuancheng thought about it for a while and then smiled: “You guys are such a ghost.”

　　 “Don’t worry! This decision won’t let you make it in vain.”

　　 “No problem! Originally we don’t collect personal raw materials, you are an exception.”

　　 With these words, Wan Feng felt relieved, and turned around and said to Liang Wan: “Uncle Liang Wan, please carry this bicycle onto the carriage and pull it back.”

　　 Liangwan bent down, picked up the bicycle, and put it on the carriage.

　　 After bidding farewell to Song Yuancheng, Wan Feng and Liang Wan set off on their way home.

　　 “I said little dick, what did you buy such a broken car for? Although it is cheap, it has no repair value. It is the same as buying a new car if it is repaired.”

　　 Wanfeng curled his lips: “Buy a new car? Even if you have money to buy a new car, where do you get the ticket?”

　　 At that time, everything was purchased by ticket, cloth tickets were paid for cloth, food tickets were for food, and meat tickets were for meat.

　　There are even drinks tickets in the city. Of course, you have to have a bike ticket to buy a bicycle.

　　 There is no ticket and money, and there is no use for eggs.

　　 “You can’t buy this ruined thing without a ticket, aren’t you a prodigal?”

　　 Prodigal? Lao Tzu now has a prodigal in his dictionary, and you will see me turning it into a treasure in a few days.

　　Liang Wanhuan took this shattered thing to Wanfeng’s grandma’s house, and carried it back to the yard.

　　Grandma’s house had no tools except a screwdriver. Wan Feng couldn’t even dismantle the car.

　　 Not only does the grandma have no home, even the neighbors may not be able to find a board.

　　 Wanfeng put his bicycle in a corner and covered it with a piece of grass and left it alone.

　　 put it here for now, and wait for him to play with it when he has the skill.

　　In that barren era, although life was poor, poverty did not restrain people’s imagination.

　　 Although there are not all kinds of exquisite toys, cartoons, and game consoles of the children many years later, the children of the 1980s still play heartlessly.

　　 Rolling the hoop, hitting Fangbao, overpowering, bumping…

　　A variety of soil games are emerging in endlessly.

　　 Wanfeng was colliding with his classmates on the school square at this time.

　　 This is a game played by almost every child in that era.

　　 One leg is in the shape of a golden rooster, and the other leg bends the knees to hit each other to knock the opponent down as the rule of victory.

　　This kind of game is suitable for team battles. A dozen people divide into two groups to draw a big circle. In the circle you hit me and I hit you, with the purpose of knocking the opponent down and out of the circle.

　　 Wanfeng is also participating in this kind of game that he feels a little funny in his heart, and there is always a feeling of coaxing children.

　　 Although his figure is not tall among his classmates, he is rich in experience, and it should be very appropriate to describe him as a cunning man.

　　 So he has knocked three people out of the circle so far, and the results are brilliant.

　　 But just as he was about to knock the fourth classmate out of the circle, he flew from behind and kicked him on his supporting leg.

　　 Wanfeng yelled, his body instantly lost his balance and fell forward.

　　 The ground of the school’s playground is sandy ground, sparsely ground with some small stones.

　　 Wanfeng’s face was very unfortunately choked on the ground, a piece of fart was rubbed off the left cheekbones, and he touched a hot one.

　　 Wanfeng got up from the ground and looked around suspiciously.

　　 He saw that besides the classmate who participated in the abduction, there was another student who was not in their class behind him. He did not know the other’s name.

　　 Because he kicked that foot from behind, he didn’t know what happened, but he knew that he fell under the influence of external force. He thought it was knocked down by the student who was kidnapped.

　　 His lack of eyes behind his back does not mean that his classmates did not have eyes. An Bo secretly stuck to his ear: “Yu Xiao in the sixth grade kicked you off, he did it on purpose.”

　　 Sixth grade? Yu Xiao? I don’t know him either.

Wan Feng’s eyes looked at the guy named Yu Xiao who knocked him down. This guy had already walked towards the sixth grade class. At the door of the sixth grade class, Liu Shengan and a few classmates were leaning against the wall of the classroom. Smiling in the direction of Wanfeng~www.mtlnovel.com~ The smile is very strange.

　　 Turns out that’s how it is.

　　 Almost in a blink of an eye, Wan Feng shifted the responsibility to Liu Shengan.

　　 The revenge of this guy is coming.

　　 “Your face is broken, go sue the teacher!” A classmate gave him an idea.

　　 Tell the teacher? If it’s useful to tell the teacher, why do you need the police!

　　 Wanfeng lifted his foot and prepared to go to the sixth grade, when the class bell rang.

　　 Wanfeng took a deep breath and walked back to his class with his classmates.

　　 The second class in the afternoon was originally a music class. Because the music teacher did not come for a while, the second class became Zhou Xiaowen’s math class.

　　 Zhou Xiaowen is relatively small, and his classmates secretly gave him the nickname of a potato, which is very vivid.

　　 Small people are usually full of energy. Zhou Xiaowen walked to the podium and saw the injuries on Wan Feng’s face by sweeping his eyes in class.

　　 Wanfeng is a more sensible student in Zhou Xiaowen’s eyes. The reason is that his second-year daughter Hong Xian is often blessed by this kid, so Zhou Xiaowen has a good impression of Wan Feng.

　　Wan Feng did this because he knew that Zhou Xiaowen would replace Xiao Yongcheng as the fifth-grade class teacher in a few days, and he had invested in advance.

　　 “Wanfeng! What’s the matter with your face?”

　　 Wanfeng stuck to his feet: “Report to the teacher that he smashed with a classmate during get out of class and fell over.”

　　 “If there is anything, go to the brigade health clinic under the mountain to bandage.”

　　 There are such operations? Doesn’t this mean that he doesn’t need to go back to school this afternoon?

　　 Wanfeng remembered an old saying: Sai Weng loses his horse and knows bad luck.