Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

The young man subconsciously reached into his pocket and knew what was in it, but he didn't seem to have experienced such a thing, and he didn't know what to do after a brain short circuit.

"Brother! Isn't it 150 on the strip?"

Wan Feng asked another question before the young man suddenly realized: "Oh! It's...it's one hundred and fifty, come in with me."

It was chilly in the warehouse, and Wan Feng couldn't help shivering. He was still wearing the kind of shorts that students wear in summer when he was paralyzed.

"Boy, what do you mean?" The young man took out the cigarette in his pocket, looked at it, and kicked it back.

The [-] cent Jinju was much higher quality than the [-] cent Fengshou cigarettes he smoked.

People at this time are really too simple, and they have to be taught.

"One pack of cigarettes is exchanged for fifty popsicles." Wan Feng said simply.

The young man blinked and picked up the wooden box and put 150 popsicles into the wooden box.

This guy is really determined, why isn't his head open at all.

"Brother! Don't you still have a set? There are 150 popsicles and 180 sticks. It should be [-]."

The young man hesitated for a moment and filled another thirty sticks for Wan Feng.

If you are paralyzed, you can't give me two hundred sticks, waste material!

"I said boy, nothing will happen, right?" the young man asked worriedly.

"Your factory's tickets are all IOUs, and you don't even have a guard when you go out. What do you think will happen? I don't believe that you have confiscated [-] IOUs here. You can think about it yourself."

There are some things he can't explain too clearly, what if the church is a small corrupt member?He can't bear the responsibility.

Wan Feng took out the box and stacked it layer by layer.

That little brother seems to be still working on it.

Wan Feng stacked the popsicles and put the empty box on the stack of boxes to bid farewell to the little brother: "Brother! I'm leaving, there will be a time later."

When Wan Feng pushed the cart out of the popsicle factory, the young man was still in a daze, but he changed his mind.

It turns out that you can still do this at work!

Wan Feng, who left the popsicle factory, didn't know that the youth had awakened, and he was still feeling: What a pure age!I don't know if the young man understands the relationship between them, but I hope this young man will not be led astray by him.

A box of [-] cents of cigarettes was exchanged for [-] popsicles. Wan Feng was naturally in a good mood, so he was full of energy, singing a little song and walking briskly back to Jiangwei School.

When he walked into the school with his bicycle, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

The playground of Jiangwei School was crowded with people. In addition to more than 400 students, there were no fewer than four or five hundred adults from various teams who came to watch the excitement. The playground of Jiangwei School was full of people.

The school sports meeting is much more interesting for adults than watching a movie. At the end of May, the fields are already green and there is no important work, so almost all the teams put off their work and watch the sports meeting during the holiday. .

So men, women, young and old from various teams showed up at Jiangwei School with their families, which resulted in the current crowded situation.

Seeing this scene, Wan Feng was overjoyed again.

An announcement is being played on the loudspeaker: "Students who participated in the 200-meter preliminaries of the women's group B should go to the inspection office for inspection immediately.

It was almost noon, and there was no cloud or wind in the sky. The sun probably also liked to watch the excitement, looking down at the top of the head hotly, swaying infinite heat, and because of the large number of people, the playground was almost scorching hot.

Almost all the people looked like they were sweating profusely, and the fans in the hands of those holding fans danced like Nezha's hot wheels.Those without fans had to rely on the corners of their clothes to cool off the heat.

"Sell popsicles, sell popsicles."

In such an atmosphere, a voice suddenly sounded, as if a cool breeze was blowing head-on.

It was as if smoke came out of the throat of the person who heard it.

While Wan Feng's voice was still echoing around the beams, the questioning voice rang out: "How much is one?"

"One for two cents. If you want to buy more, you can buy three for five cents. How many do you want?"

Wan Feng spent more than one yuan and ten cents for 180 popsicles, and one of them didn't cost seven cents. No matter how he sold it, it made sense.

"Give me one." An adult handed over two cents.

"Uncle, doesn't your family have children running sports games? How do you divide a stick of popsicles? If you suffer from heat stroke in this hot day, you will be in big trouble."

The adult heard it right: "You are right, the one who gave me five cents is so paralyzed and hot."

The adult exchanged a five-cent coin, impatiently took the popsicle, put one in his own mouth, and then went around looking for his own children.

"Is there anything else to buy? Adults can be patient, but students can't. If you suffer from heat stroke, it's not a problem that can be solved with a popsicle for two cents. Maybe your child will win if he persists in this kind of weather. You can't let your children lose at the starting line, a popsicle may bring a bright future..."

Wan Feng talked like a river, and the people around him immediately understood a truth after his words, that's right, you can't let your children lose at the starting line.

This sentence appeared on the campus of the Jiangwei Team N years in advance by Wan Feng.

Chapter 61 Unforgivable Actions

Although people were not rich at the time, popsicles worth a few cents were still affordable.

So Wan Feng became flustered like a bee.

After half an hour.

"It's gone! I want to keep these few sticks for myself. I still have something to do in the afternoon."

180 of the 160 popsicles have been sold, and the remaining [-] popsicles cannot be sold, and there are still related households who need to worry about it.

These 160 popsicles were sold for exactly three yuan, and they earned nearly two yuan after deducting the cost.

Brothers and sisters Xu Bin and Zhou Hongxuan got a popsicle respectively. There are eleven teachers in the school, and each of them has one. Of course, these are given to the teachers by Zhou Xiaowen.

The remaining six except one for myself are left to my grandma's family.

Wan Feng sat lazily on his seat, pulled off the wrapping paper from the popsicle, and was about to reach his mouth to lick it when he saw his deskmate Chen Wen looking at him eagerly.

Wan Feng sighed and brought the popsicle in front of Chen Wenxin: "Here you are."

Chen Wen pretended to be a lady and shook his head.

"It's not for nothing, let me copy my homework in the morning."

This time Chen Wenxin stopped pretending to be a lady, took the popsicle and stuck out her little tongue to lick it.

This is not a condition at all, the guy who didn't have popsicles didn't copy her homework less in the morning, what's more, it was as if her homework was his, and he took it and copied it himself without her consent.

"Is it delicious?" I was paralyzed and busy all morning, but I didn't know what popsicles taste like. What kind of world is this?