Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Guo said that after paying the money, Wan Feng and Song Yuancheng chatted about it, and they talked about the broken bicycle in the corner: "Uncle Song, who owns that bicycle by the wall? Don't you want it?"

Hearing Wanfeng asked about the bicycle, Song Yuancheng smiled wryly: "Who else can it belong to here, mine."

"What's the situation with it? It's scrapped?"

"One day last year, I rode it on the street. To avoid a big board, it got under a bus. It was run over by the bus. The front and rear rims were damaged and the big frame was bent. It became like that. Repair It's gone."

Wan Feng walked over to help the deformed bicycle and observed it carefully.

From the front of the car logo, it can be seen that this is a Baishan brand bicycle produced by Shenyang. The car chain has rusted badly.

The rim can be flattened, and the inner and outer car belts can be changed. The only thing that is uncertain is the big frame. If the car is not repaired properly, it will definitely go off track.

"Sell it? Say a price and I'll buy it."

Chapter 42 A Lost Horse Can Know It's a Bad Fortune

"Why did you buy it? Changing the front and rear tires and the big frame is almost equivalent to buying a new car." Song Yuancheng asked puzzled.

A new Baishan bicycle was priced at 60 yuan at that time, and it would cost [-] yuan to replace all the two things he was talking about just now, which is why he left the bike here.

"Don't worry about it, it can't be used as a bicycle and I can change it into something else, such as a toy or something. Now your thing is worth a scrap iron price. According to the current price of scrap iron three cents, it says more It can be sold for two yuan, shall I give you five yuan?"

While speaking, Wan Feng counted out a sheet of steelworkers and held it up in front of Song Yuancheng.

"You little guy is so good at doing things, I won't charge you five yuan, just give me three yuan. Anyway, you little dick can't treat me badly."

Song Yuancheng took the money from Wan Feng's hand and gave Wan Feng two yuan instead.

It's easy for a smart person to do things, even if he doesn't charge the two yuan, Wan Feng will get it back for him in the future.

Wan Feng didn't take the two yuan, but took out a box of Daqianmen and stuffed it into Song Yuancheng's pocket.

At that time, Daqianmen sold a pack of three cents, an absolute high-end cigarette, far from being comparable to the one pack of Handshake and Diehua.

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

If he waded through the road, maybe there would be shaders behind him, so he formed a monopoly.

Song Yuancheng thought about it for a while and then smiled: "What a ghost you are."

"Don't worry! You won't make this decision in vain."

"No problem! Originally, we didn't accept personal raw materials, you were an exception."

With these words, Wan Feng felt relieved, and turned to Liang Wan and said, "Uncle Liang Wan, please carry this bicycle into the carriage and pull it back."

Liang Wan bent down to pick up the bicycle and put it on the carriage.

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

"I said little dick, what are you doing with such a broken car, it's cheap but it's worthless to repair, it's like buying a new car after it's repaired."

Wan Feng curled his lips: "Buy a new car? Even if you have the money to buy a new car, where do you get the ticket?"

At that time, everything was bought by a ticket. There was a cloth ticket for cloth, a food ticket for grain, and a meat ticket for meat.

In the city there are even drink tickets, which of course are required to buy a bicycle.

Money is useless without tickets.

"You can't buy this shit without a ticket, aren't you a prodigal?"

prodigal?Lao Tzu still has the word "prodigal" in the dictionary now, and you will see me turning waste into treasure in a few days.

Liang Wan took the shabby car to Wan Feng's grandma's house in a carriage, and carried it to the yard.

Grandma's house didn't have any tools except a screwdriver, and Wan Feng couldn't even dismantle the car.

Not only did grandma's house not have one, even neighbors may not be able to find a board.

Wan Feng put the bicycle in a corner, covered it with a piece of grass thatch and let it go.

Put it here for the time being, and play with it when he has time.

In that barren age, although life was poor, poverty did not inhibit people's imagination.

Although there are not all kinds of exquisite toys, cartoons, and game consoles for children many years later, children in 1980 still played heartlessly.

Rolling hoops, playing Fangbao, passing electricity, bumping crutches...

All kinds of soil games emerge in endlessly.

Wan Feng ran into abduction with his classmates in the school square at this time.

It was a game that almost every kid of that era played.

One leg is in the shape of a golden rooster, and the other leg bends its knees and hits each other, knocking the opponent down is the rule of victory.

This kind of game is suitable for team battles. A dozen people are divided into two groups to draw a big circle. In the circle, you bump into each other and you bump into you, with the purpose of knocking each other down and out of the circle.

Wan Feng was also participating in this kind of game which he felt a little funny in his heart, and it always felt like coaxing a child.

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

So he's knocked three guys out of the ring so far, with brilliant results.

But just when he was about to knock the fourth classmate out of the circle, a kick came from behind and kicked him on the supporting leg.

Wan Feng yelled, his body lost his balance in an instant, he fell forward and fell.

The ground of the school playground is sandy, with some small stones scattered here and there.

Unfortunately, Wan Feng's face was choked on the ground, and a piece of his fart was rubbed off on the left cheekbone, and it was hot when he touched it.

Wan Feng got up from the ground and looked around suspiciously.

He saw that besides the classmate who participated in the kidnapping, there was a student who was not in his class behind him, and he didn't know the name of the other party.

Because the kick just now came from behind, he didn't know what happened, he just knew that he fell down due to external force, and he thought it was knocked down by a classmate who bumped into abductee.

Just because he doesn't have eyes behind his back doesn't mean that his classmate doesn't have eyes. An Bo secretly stuck to his ear: "It was Yu Xiao, the sixth grader, who kicked you. 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 kicked him down. This guy had already walked towards the sixth grade class calmly. At the door of the sixth grade class, Liu Sheng'an and several classmates were leaning against the classroom wall and watching Smiling in Wanfeng's direction.

The smile is very weird.

That's what happened.