Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Wan Feng is not a militant, on the contrary, he was a bit cowardly and was often bullied by others in his last life. If he hadn't been well versed in the principle of being kind and being bullied in this life, he would not have become vicious in wars.

His heart's wish in this life is to be a rich man, a rich man who will be better than Bill Gates in the future, and he is determined not to live a rigid life for the rest of his life.

It's just that now is not the time for him to flex his muscles. One is that he is still young and has many physical problems that he can't adapt to.What's more, the reform and opening up has just started now, and everything is like the morning after the night has just dissipated, and many conditions are not yet mature.

But Wan Feng is not in a hurry, even if he graduates from high school, he will have time to do everything.If there were no accidents in the middle, he should have graduated from high school in the summer of [-], failed to enter university, was assigned to drive a tractor in the Construction Corps, and returned to the Hongya Warriors Commune with his family in the winter of a year later.

That's when he showed his talents.

What he is doing now is laying the foundation in advance. It is best to save the start-up capital when he starts his own business.

This number does not need to be too large, he set a goal of 1 yuan.

By 1, he must have at least [-] yuan in starting capital.

Chapter 33 Little tadpoles looking for their mother

Now that the school affairs are settled, Wan Feng can concentrate on his money-making plan.

Relying on comic books alone can only maintain his normal expenses, no matter what the family asks for money, even if there is a surplus, it is still far from his goal.

And this path will not last too long.

After all, the current situation in the countryside is like this, and the students don't have much spare money. It's still the beginning of the new year, and they still have some New Year's money on them. If the money is spent, they will have no money.

It's time to expand the business channels, but Wan Feng's mind is still clouded about what to do all of a sudden.

Today is Wednesday, school is closed in the afternoon.

Luan Feng ran over immediately.

"I heard that you bought a new book again, can you read it for me?" Luan Feng acted cute in front of Wan Feng like a cat, that way she might roll on the ground if Wan Feng said no.

"Reading a book, why do you show such a seductive look? It's just that the books are not with me. If you want to read it, you have to wait until the afternoon, and I will bring one back for you to read."

"What new books have you bought this time? Is there anything interesting?"

"Yes! Is there any bad book I bought? I solemnly recommend you a book called Little Tadpole Looking for Mom. It's absolutely beautiful." Wan Feng's expression is serious, and Bao Xiang is solemn.

"Little tadpole looking for mother? Is there such a cartoon?"

"It seems so."

"No! It's boring."

How dare this woman say that it is boring for a little tadpole to find his mother!Does she know what a tadpole is?How profound is this!

A smirk appeared on Wan Feng's face.

"Why does your smile make my heart tremble?"

Your heart is trembling, if you really understand why the little tadpole wants to find his mother, your heart will tremble even more.

But Wan Feng didn't dare to explain, for fear that Luan Feng would scratch him.

After eating, my aunt came out of the east room where she lived.

"Aren't you guys on vacation in the afternoon? I'll take you to visit."

Wan Feng looked at his aunt suspiciously, how could she be so kind as to take him to visit?Besides, she won't go to work in the afternoon?

"You and I will accompany you to your second aunt's house."

Sure enough, good things didn't happen to him, Wan Feng planned not to go, but he swallowed his refusal when he saw his aunt's Bao Gong-like face.

The second aunt is naturally Wan Feng's mother's younger sister, and her home is not far away. It is in Cuitun, south of Wahou, belonging to the Pingshan Brigade, just across the hill to the south of the ditch.

The Pingshan Brigade is the poorest two brigades in the commune just like the Jiangwei Brigade, and even the Pingshan Brigade is not as good as the Jiangwei Brigade.

My uncle works as a worker in the county cement factory and earns 30 to [-] yuan a month. Although it is not a surplus in the countryside, it is just enough.

There was a little girl named Xiaohui in my second aunt's house. She was six years old at the time, wearing tattered clothes and looking at Wan Feng timidly.

"Would you like to take brother to the cooperative for a stroll?" Wan Feng asked Xiaohui.

The aunt and the second aunt kept talking about their parents.

The adults may talk about when they will talk, but Wan Feng doesn't have the patience to listen to their useless gossip.

"My mother won't let me."

"Leave her alone, we just sneak out."

Xiaohui blinked her big eyes twice and nodded. -

The two slipped quietly into the street, and then ran like a jerk.

The cooperative from the second aunt's house to the Pingshan brigade is much closer than the cooperative from Wanfeng's grandma's house to the Jiangwei brigade, because Cuitun is where the Pingshan brigade headquarters is located, and the cooperative is located at the village head of the Cuitun squad, facing the A country dirt road.

Therefore, it didn't take long for Wan Feng and Xiao Hui to come to the cooperative.

The team headquarters of the Pingshan Brigade is much more impressive than that of the Jiangwei Brigade, at least it has two rows of tile-roofed houses.The front row is the team headquarters, and the door is opened from the middle of the house, and the rear row of houses is the cooperative, surrounded by high courtyard walls.

When Wan Feng led Xiaohui into the compound, Wan Feng heard the sound of machines running from the east half of the first row of houses.

This is obviously a sound that can only be heard from a factory.

This was beyond Wan Feng's expectation. In his memory, the Pingshan Brigade, except for an oil workshop a few years later, seemed to have no industrial production. So where did the sound of this machine come from?

Wan Feng looked in from the window of the ringing machine with his probe.

There are two rows of tile-roofed houses in Pingshan Brigade, and the last row of tile-roofed houses is the supply and marketing cooperative of Pingshan Brigade.

The row of tile-roofed houses in front is the brigade headquarters of the Pingshan Brigade, and there is a door opening in the middle that divides the row of blue-brick and tile-roofed houses into east and west parts.

The sound of the machine is the tile-roofed house on the east side.

This half of the room is about 20 meters long, and there are eight machines lined up side by side. The height of the machines is about 1.7 meters.There is a platform at the top of the machine, on which some broken glass is piled up. The glass is burned red and turned into liquid, and silk threads flow down.

Wan Feng frowned and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what it was for. He really didn't have any memory of this machine in his memory.

Since he didn't know what he was doing, Wan Feng didn't take it seriously, and led Xiaohui into the cooperative.

In the cooperative, Wan Feng bought Xiaohui ten cents of candy and a catty of peach cakes, and then chatted with the people in the cooperative.

"What does that factory outside produce?"

The reason why the seller answered Wan Feng's question was definitely not because Wan Feng spent [-] cents here, but because there was no one else in the store, so he probably answered with an attitude of being idle and being idle.