The carpenters of the brigade mainly worked to repair and make carriage sheds, ploughing sticks, etc., and of course they also took on some work of making chests and cabinets when they were not working.

"I bought a piece of fiberboard, to make such a big and small box, how many handicrafts do you need to make one?"

Wan Feng measured the size.

Wang He, the son of Wang's father and son, walked over: "What size of fiberboard, what kind of box to make?"

"It's the kind of fiberboard, make a small box one foot long, ten centimeters thick, and twenty centimeters high, and the specific style can be designed tonight. ”

Wang He calculated: "Five cents a piece." ”

Very fair price.

"Then I'll have the brigade tractor bring it to me tomorrow, and you can see how many fiberboards you can make, and you can make a few for me. ”

As soon as he said this, he heard Zhang Hai's voice outside: "Where did the little cock go?"

Wan Feng hurriedly ran out of the carpenter shop, and saw Zhang Haizheng standing in front of the room in the brigade office, looking around blankly.

"What are you running blindly, the brigade agreed, and Lao Hong of the radio station also knew, you just go to him. ”

Wan Feng was very happy in his heart, turned his head and ran towards the radio station.

The brigade's radio station was in the wing room diagonally opposite the supply and marketing cooperative, just by the gate.

"Brother Feng!"

As soon as Wan Feng ran to the gate, there was a milky voice, and when he turned his face, he saw Xu Meilin holding the door of the gate of the brigade with one hand, one finger in his mouth and tilting his head to look at her.

Wan Feng made an emergency brake and hooked his finger at her: "Come here!"

Xu Meilin ran over in a hurry, and the two pigtails on the back of her head dangled around.

"Didn't you tell you 10,000 times that you weren't allowed to put your fingers in your mouth? Wan Feng grabbed Xu Meilin's hand that reached into his mouth and slapped it twice on the palm of his hand.

"Giggles!"

The strength of the paralysis was small, and he actually laughed.

"Did you spend the money you gave last time?"

Xu Meilin put a little dirty hand into her pocket and carefully grabbed a five-corner ticket: "There is." ”

"Nobody wants it?"

"Mom said to give it to her, but she saved it for me and I didn't give it. ”

"Yes, she's lying to you, don't think about taking it back if you give it to her, hold it in your arms when you sleep at night, and my brother will give you another piece." ”

Wan Feng took out a quick amount of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Xu Meilin's pocket.

Xu Meilin smiled like a flower.

"Brother has something, I won't play with you, let's go home." ”

"Hmm!"

Seeing Xu Meilin's back disappear at the gate of the brigade, Wan Feng took a deep breath and shook his head, turned around and walked into the brigade radio room.

Lao Hong is a broadcaster of the Jiangwei Brigade, and he has been engaged in this job almost all his life, and his family and Xu Bin's family will live directly behind Wanfeng's house in the future.

Lao Hongzuo is debugging the machine in front of the radio station, and his daily work is from 5 to 7 in the morning, from 11 to 1 at noon, from 5 to 8 in the evening, and the rest of the time is resting.

After Wan Feng entered the house, Lao Hong pointed to the pile of rags in the corner and said, "It's all there, the replaced and damaged ones, you can find them yourself." ”

Wan Feng squatted in the corner and looked for it in a hurry, he first found a few radio boxes to see if the paper cone of the speaker was damaged, and picked aside the paper cone that was not damaged.

Next up is the gramophone.

There are three gramophones scattered there, and the equipment of the radio station is all gadgets sent by the county cultural station, which were supposed to be recycled but I don't know why they were not taken away.

Luck is here again by Wan Feng's side.

The commune cultural station recently carried out a equipment replacement, this kind of phonograph with a horn on the top has been eliminated, the new phonograph has eliminated the curved horn on the top and changed the way of plugging in the wire, so one of these obsolete devices is still intact.

After testing, Wan Feng picked out this intact gramophone, and what he had to do when he went back was to clean it in all directions, and then it could be used directly.

In the end, Wan Feng asked for three records, and there was nothing good to listen to, all of them were folk songs.

This trip can be said to be a full load.

Zhang Hai directly carried Wan Feng to Luan Feng's house.

When Wan Feng entered the house with the gramophone, Luan Feng was so happy that he rushed out and almost gave him a bear hug.

"Don't come near me, it's all dust, this needs to be cleaned, take out the tools of the sewing machine. ”

Luan Feng quickly went back and got the tools, and when she didn't do the work, she watched Wan Feng fiddling in the yard, but she didn't expect these things Wan Feng to fiddle with, she thought she had earned it again.

How many times has this been earned, she really wants to pull her fingers and calculate.

Wan Feng almost dismantled the phonograph into parts, and used the brush to clean the sewing machine one by one, making it dusty.

"Can you still put it back?" Luan Feng asked worriedly.

"Of course I can, if I dare to dismantle it, of course I can install it back, but I can't dismantle it and not be a loser. ”

"Hmph, are you sarcastic about me?"

Strange things have appeared, and there are still leaks.

"Thankfully, you're self-aware, you're the kind of person who can take it apart but can't put it back. ”

"You are less proud, and one day I will tear you down. ”

"Go, you hide away and it's all dust. ”

It took about half an hour for the gramophone to finally be cleaned and shiny.

Luan Feng's house didn't even have a socket, and Wan Feng now went to the brick factory to ask for a black old-fashioned socket to connect to electricity.

"The spring water of the frontier is clear and pure, and the songs of the frontier are heartwarming and warm..."

The popular episode in the movie "Black Triangle" sounded, and Luan Feng and Jiang Min slapped together.

Wan Feng didn't have time to enjoy the music, so he found a piece of paper and lay on the kang to draw.

Because Wan Feng often writes and draws on the kang, Luan Feng doesn't care.

The ruler of Wan Feng's clothes drew a main view of about 20 centimeters long, a slightly rectangular frame in the middle, and a circle on the left and right.

Picked it up and looked left and right for a long time.

"What are you painting?" Luan Feng finally found that what Wan Feng painted today didn't seem to have anything to do with clothes.

"Good stuff. ”

"What's a good thing?"

"I'm afraid you'll go out and talk about it. ”

I drew another top view next to the main view, and after thinking about it, the left and right views were useless and I didn't draw them, and finally drew a back view.

In the blink of an eye, it was almost five o'clock, and the people who took the work were gone, and Wan Feng, Luan Feng and Jiang Min were left in the house.

"I'm starting school tomorrow and can't come one more day. ”

Luan Feng didn't know whether it was true or not, so she burst into tears: "Then what should I do?"

"What to do?"

"What if I miss you?"

"Wow——!" Jiang Min, who was working on the sewing machine, wowed.

"Can you two go to the back room? Are you going to disgust me to death if you're so slimy!" Jiang Min roared angrily.

"You've gone bad, damn it!"

Wan Feng shook his head helplessly, and Luan Feng laughed: "It's disgusting to you!"