Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"If you run away again today, you will stay on this island, or go to Huaguo, I will wait for you at the entrance with someone, and I will see how you get out." Nisha sent away and grabbed Shamilo husband's hand.

Shamilov rubbed his ear that was almost torn apart by Nisha: "Nissa, how did you recognize me?"

"I recognized you from the moment I stepped on the river, because you have characteristics."

"Have characteristics? What characteristics?" This must be known, in order not to be recognized by Nissa in the future.

"Of course I can't tell you this. Tell me why you are avoiding me?"

Today Nisha is wearing a white mink fur, showing a somewhat luxurious temperament, which is very pleasing to the eye.

"Blame me too. Look at your brother who wants to strip me naked and freeze me into an ice sculpture outside. Can I do it without being a cat? I can't beat him!"

Nisha chuckled: "Who made you disappear recently? In fact, my brother just wanted to capture you and marry me. How could I freeze you to death? What should I do if I freeze you to death?"

Hearing that Baburyev thought this way, Shamilov breathed a sigh of relief: "How would I have known, if I had known this was the case, I would have been hiding, and I would have taken a little bit of money to marry you back."

"What? Say it to me again!"

Nissa glared, and the shadows of a group of people were unexpectedly reflected in the eyelids.

The group stopped in front of Shamilov imposingly.

Nissa involuntarily shrank towards Shamilov.

The aura of these people in front of them is very powerful, and she has also felt this kind of aura from her brother, but compared with the aura of these people in front of her, there seems to be a big gap between her brother's aura.

"Shabilov, did you bring me any good news today?"

"Of course there is good news."

Wan Feng nodded: "Talk over there."

Shamilov turned to Nisha and said, "Nissa! You wait here for me, and I will make a deal."

"What if you run away again?"

"I promise not to run away. Didn't I say that I will marry you later?"

"How can you make me believe you?"

Wan Feng looked at Shamilov amusedly.

In the Soviet Union, there were more women than men, and many women couldn't find a man, and even if they could find a man, they couldn't keep it, because there were too many temptations outside.

This formed the situation of Soviet women worrying about marriage and women chasing men.

"Your fiancee?"

Shamilov nodded.

"That's right. Although her appearance is a bit ordinary, she has a prosperous face."

Shamilov was a little confused: "What is Wangfuxiang?"

"You Soviet people don't understand these things, that is to say, if you marry such a wife, your career will improve day by day."

Shamilov's eyes flashed: "Really? Why don't we say that?"

What do you know except your brains? When our Chinese ancestors started to tell fortunes, you Europeans were still picking fruits from trees.

Wan Feng and Shamilov came to a secluded corner.

Shamilov took out the atlas of industrial distribution in cloth city from his arms and handed it to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng handed it to Liang Bingyu casually.

He can handle simple spoken English, but he is confused when reading Russian.

"It is the introduction of each factory in Cloth City, which is relatively detailed, from the time of establishment to the development track of the factory. There are almost detailed descriptions."

Wan Feng snapped his fingers: "Shabilov, you did a great job, Ming Dou! Give him the reward."

Li Mingdou took the backpack off his back and threw it to Shamilov.

"I don't think money is of much use to you. These things are your reward."

Shamilov opened the zipper of his backpack, and his eyes were almost dazzled. Inside was a mess of various small commodities, there were probably dozens of them, ranging from nail clippers, key chains, chewing gum, toothpaste, toothbrushes, to canned wine.

The most valuable thing is that there is still a bottle of wine!

It cannot be said that all the Soviets are alcoholics, but eight out of ten alcoholics are not wronged at all, regardless of gender.

"Master Halla!" Shamilov said hello, but he hadn't had a drop of wine for several days.

These things can be sold for at least a thousand rubles in the cloth market.

Chapter 26 Support Plan

How tempting wine is to Maozi can be seen from Shamilov's performance now.

If this bottle of wine was taken back to the cloth market, it could sell for at least a few tens of rubles, and according to the exchange rate at the time, it could sell for more than 100 yuan in Chinese currency, but half of the bottle was smashed when the product was opened on the spot.

He didn't count after drinking it, and handed it to Nissa.

Nissa's eyes were shining brightly, and she almost wiped the rest half dry.

Wan Feng has nothing to do with these two people's drinking methods, and that's not how they drink water, right?

It doesn't take long to get hard after getting drunk and falling outside in this winter. No wonder there are many alcoholics who freeze to death in the Soviet Union every winter.

Fortunately, he only had a bottle of wine in his backpack. If he had another bottle of these two things, he probably wouldn't have to go back.

After drinking, the color will be on the face and the conversation will be open.

Shamilov started talking nonsense, Wan Feng listened quietly, and asked Liang Bingyu if he didn't understand.

He mainly wanted to use Shamilov's words to judge him as a person, and whether this person was worthy of his support.

Shamilov talked about what happened yesterday when he was blocked.

Wan Feng became interested in this passage, and listened very carefully, interjecting in time to ask if he heard something clearly.

When Shamilov triumphantly finished talking about his being blocked.

After listening to Wan Feng and Han Guang's family who came with him today, they looked at each other.

"Has this guy been a soldier?" Han Guangjia asked.

Wan Feng forwarded this question to Shamilov.