Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 Today, an adult from the Huanghui Brigade of the East Black Reef Commune came to sell broken glass. Yesterday this person came in advance to say hello to Wan Feng, saying that he has a large quantity of broken glass.

　　 Wanfeng told him to come around three o’clock in the afternoon, and then school would be over soon.

　　 Now he took this opportunity to wait for that person to come. After school, he had to rent books and collect glass.

　　 “Teacher! If I go to the brigade health clinic to dress up, I’m afraid I won’t be able to take this class.”

　　 Zhou Xiaowen is very kind: “It’s okay, this class is just a review of yesterday’s content and no new class.”

　　 “But I’m worried that too many people in the health clinic will delay time, and maybe even the next class will be delayed.”

　　 Zhou Xiaowen thought for a while: “If you delay too much time, you don’t have to come back, just go home.”

　　 According to the legend, Zhou Xiaowen is about to succeed Xiao Yongcheng as the fifth-grade class teacher, so he has the confidence to let Wanfeng leave.

“Thank you, teacher!”

　　 Wanfeng carried his schoolbag like a good boy, and walked out of the classroom swaggeringly under the envy of his classmates.

　　 After leaving the school and going down the mountain, Wan Feng came to the Jiangwei Group Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

　　 It was just over two o’clock at this time, and the person who sent the broken glass was obviously not coming.

　　 The people in the club were sparse, and a glass-eyed President Lu was chatting with people on the concrete counter with his elbow.

　　 The man who chatted with him was a middle-aged man with a little oily body.

　　 Jiangwei brigade has a 22-horsepower four-wheel tractor. This man obviously drives a tractor.

　　 Don’t underestimate those who drove tractors in the countryside in 1980, they are better than those who drive cars now.

　　 Since he was still wearing white gloves in May, do you think he is not awesome?

　　 In the countryside, let alone five yellow and six months, few people wear gloves even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and this goods wears a pair of white gloves on their hands.

　　 Wanfeng finally remembered who he was. Yang Hong, the old son of his classmate Yang Xiu, lives in the Waqian team.

　　 Yang Hong drove tractors in the brigade from beginning to end. Later, he bought a 28 tractor for transportation. His wife died of illness five years later, and he lived alone with a pair of children.

　　 Wanfeng remembered that this guy would have a leg with a woman named Sun Yulian from the Zhou family team.

　　Sun Yulian belongs to the Wahou team. Now she is about the same age as Wanfeng’s aunt. She works as a farmer in the team. A few years later, she married a farmer in the Zhoujia team of the Jiangwei team.

　　 They are more than twenty years apart. How did they hook up together in the future?

　　 How did Yang Hong hook up with Sun Yulian in the future? Obviously, I can’t find the answer now.

　　The obvious generation gap between Wanfeng and Yang Hong certainly does not overlap.

　　 Wanfeng came to the cooperative to buy wine.

　　 From the school on the mountain, the door of Xu Meilin’s house is the only way to go. When he passed by the door of Xu Meilin’s house just now, he saw his grandfather and Xu Meilin’s old son enter Xu Meilin’s house together.

　　 Xu Meilin’s Laozi and Wanfeng’s grandfather both work in the orchard on the top of the mountain. Both of them are good to drink a little wine, which is considered to be similar. At this point in time, the two of them get together and obviously want to drink.

　　 Wanfeng’s grandfather and Xu Meilin’s father will both end up with alcoholism in the future, and they both died of cerebral hemorrhage.

　　 Although Wanfeng opposed their drinking, his opinions were not as good as farts to adults, and it was useless to say it.

　　Since the two got together to have a drink, Wan Feng felt that he was justified in paying for the wine.

　　 The bottled wine in the cooperative is what Daqu and what is for nothing.

　　 At that time, Maotai was seven yuan for a bottle, and Wuliangye three yuan was one more bottle. Ordinary liquor was only 50 cents and six cents a bottle, and loose liquor was three to four quarters one or two.

　　 Wanfeng spent 40 cents on a bottle of locally produced Yunshan Baijiu, which his grandfather and Xu Jingmin preferred to drink.

　　 After buying the wine, Wanfeng walked out of the store and came to Xu Meilin’s house.

　　 Zhu Xianyu saw that his grandson came with a wine bottle, and Xu Jingmin was very happy.

　　Wanfeng wine is here. As for what they get with the wine and food, he is not responsible for it, even if they do it, it doesn’t matter to him.

　　 On the street of Xu Jingmin’s house, a piece of land was cleared next to his haystack. This is where Wanfeng piled up the broken glass.

　　 The children who usually change books almost always send the collected broken glass here at noon when they go to school. Wan Feng writes it down in the notebook. When school is over in the afternoon, these children will take away the books they want to read.

　　 Xu Meilin’s mother copied a peanut, and Wanfeng’s grandfather and Xu Jingmin happily drank the peanuts.

　　 When Wanfeng came out of Xu Jingmin’s house, it was about three o’clock in the afternoon when a donkey cart pulled by a donkey turned into this street.

　　 A car of broken glass was pulled on the car. It was the person from the Huang Hui brigade who was coming to deliver the broken glass yesterday.

　　 The broken glass of a donkey cart weighed more than 550 catties. Wan Feng gave him a seven cents, and the man went away with a smile on his face.

　　 After Wanfeng finished collecting the glass, it was almost four o’clock and the school was over.

　　 He gathered the broken glass in the middle. There is the broken glass from this donkey cart, and within two days he can send another cart to the glass fiber factory.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!”

　　 There was a cry in the distance. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Who is this crying so loudly?

　　 Wanfeng followed the prestige, and unexpectedly saw Xu Meilin crying from the school direction with her hands wiped her eyes.

　　 Who is bullying Lao Tzu’s future daughter-in-law?

　　 Wanfeng dropped the iron shovel in his hand and walked over to meet Xu Meilin.

　　 “Meilin! Who bullied you?”

　　 “Wow! Brother was beaten by someone.”

　　 “Who did it? Where?”

　　 “It’s Liu Shengguang, in the small ditch in front.”

　　 Who is Liu Shengguang? Wan Feng is not sure. He can’t call out all the three or four hundred people in the school.

　　 “Take brother to see.”

　　 Xu Meilin took Wan Feng’s hand and walked towards the school.

　　 After leaving Xiaoshutun, heading to the east is the hillside. On the left is the orchard. There is a simple road leading to the top of the mountain beside the orchard, which leads to the school.

The distance between Xiaoshutun and the school is about 500 meters. There is a deep ditch in the middle and a stone bridge on the deep ditch.

　　 In a ravine about fifty meters below the stone bridge, a dozen students gathered here.

　　 To Wanfeng’s surprise, Yu Xiao, who knocked him down in the afternoon, was also here.

　　 Several children among the students seemed to be fighting, and one of them was Xu Bin.

　　 Three students of the same age as Xu Bin were punching and kicking around Xu Bin.

　　 One of them yelled arrogantly in his mouth as he moved his hands: “I told you to hide, see if you are still stubborn?”

　　 Xu Bin dodges with his head in both hands.

　　 “Stop it!” Wan Feng roared, bowed his head and said to Xu Meilin: “Stand here and don’t move.”

　　 Xu Meilin nodded with tears in her eyes.

　　 Wanfeng strode towards the crowd, but before reaching the crowd, Yu Xiao flashed and blocked Wanfeng’s way.