Liang Wan looked at Wan Feng riding a bicycle with envy: "I can't imagine that your little cock has really made this rag out, I really don't know what you have in your head." ”

"Would you like to sell it to you for eighty dollars?"

"What! You buy a car for three dollars and sell it to me for eighty dollars? "Liang Wan is on fire.

Wan Feng pouted: "Uncle Liang Wan, aren't you talking nonsense, can you hear it, it's not money for me to change the rim and change the tires? I take it to the Gushan Machinery Factory to level the big shelf and it doesn't cost money? It's just that the fruit and popsicles you eat fall from the sky, it's all money!"

"Tell me how much you spent?"

"More than thirty dollars. ”

In fact, Wan Feng counted all the expenses, and only spent less than twenty-five yuan in total, and the bulk here is two sets of inner and outer tires, which cost more than a dozen yuan.

In the 80s, the retail price of a white mountain was about 100 to 111, and the permanent phoenix red flag of the flying pigeon was around 150 yuan, and a ticket was required.

In any case, Wan Feng spent more than 20 yuan to pack up a bicycle that could run, which is a great thing.

"It's only more than 30 yuan, you dare to sell me 80 with a black heart? ”

Wan Feng smiled hehe: "If you give me your daughter as a daughter-in-law, I will give you this bicycle for nothing." ”

"I'm really ready to think about this question, I think my family Huazi will really be able to live a good life with you in the future. ”

That's certain, it's just that the two sides don't have a fate.

Wan Feng rode his bicycle back to Wahou, although it was a bit of a rub to ride the big pole, but it still felt very good.

Uncle and aunt saw Wan Feng coming back on a strange bicycle, and their eyes were about to fly out.

Zhuping wanted to buy a car for a long time, but he didn't save enough money for several years, but this nephew got a car back without saying a word.

They'd seen the broken car before, but never thought it could run.

"When I was in school, the car was owned by the two of you, but when I was at home, it had to be under my command. ”

Today is Sunday, and Wan Feng's bicycle is under his command when he is at home during the holiday, and his uncle can only look at it with dry eyes.

The children in the east were even more envious, running madly behind Wan Feng's bicycle.

"Don't follow me, don't worry about me. ”

Wan Feng turned around twice at the east end, and turned into the ditch with a crooked handlebar, he was going to a place, to be exact, a family, the family he was going to lived in the southernmost part of the ditch and was the highest in the ditch, and his family was about to live on the top of the mountain beam in the middle of the valley and the back of the mountain.

When Wan Feng arrived at the southernmost end of the ditch, when he got out of the car and was about to push the cart up the mountain, he looked up and saw that there were many people in the location of the brick factory, and at the same time, some members were carrying stones and bricks to the site.

There are also several bicycles parked on the edge of the site.

It turned out that the cadres of the brigade came to Wa and later inspected.

This has little to do with Wan Feng, he still pushes his bicycle up the mountain.

Sunday is a happy day for most of the students, who fly freely on Sunday like birds with wings spread.

But for Yuan Yimin, it is completely different.

Because Sunday is the day when his Lao Tzu rests, he is always terrified when he is at home.

He was very skeptical that he would laugh, he remembered that he hadn't seen him laugh since he was sensible, and even when he returned to the village, he looked indifferent.

He worked in the on-site printing house, only rode home on Saturday afternoons a week, and on Monday mornings on his way to the county seat, usually living in the factory's dormitory.

He didn't know why he was scared when he saw his father, as long as he was at home, he didn't dare to act rashly like a mouse guarding a cat by his side.

Yuan Yimin was lying in his room and looking at the street in a daze, the books in front of him were completely pretended, his homework had already been done, but he didn't dare to go out to play.

He wanted to go out and play in the vast world.

Yesterday, I should have rented two villain books and came back to peek at them.

As soon as he thinks of renting a villain's book, he thinks of that once hateful tablemate, this bastard doesn't have any discount when he copies my homework and rents books every day, and the bastard is not a thing!

Yuan Yimin turned his fear of his father into resentment against someone.

The next time you rent a book, you must write in an inconspicuous position in the villain book that Wan Feng is a puppy or Wan Feng is a bastard...

Just thinking of this, Yuan Yimin suddenly found that a figure flashed in front of his house, and then a person appeared at the door of his house.

Oh shit, why are you thinking about the bastard, the bastard is coming.

Yuan Yimin jumped up from the kang, rushed out with lightning speed, and stopped Wan Feng, who was about to enter the door after parking his bicycle, at the gate.

"Bastard, didn't I copy my homework for you every day, why did you come to my house to complain?"

Wan Feng looked at Yuan Yimin, who had a bitter and hateful face, and smiled: "Comrade, didn't I tell you not to be too dark in your heart, I came to your house to complain to your Lao Tzu? ”

Yuan Yimin was confused: "Why did you come to my house without suing?"

"Didn't I say that I was going to ask you Lao Tzu something, I don't have a penny to do with you, do you have a dog?"

As soon as Wan Feng's words fell, there was a gurgling sound under his feet, and he looked down to see a little milk dog not much older than a cat cub staring at him.

The puppy's expression was very hideous, and he grinned at Wan Feng, but as soon as he saw it, he was grabbed by Wan Feng and lifted it high.

The puppy immediately clamped its tail to indicate that it had a fear of heights.

"Take me to see you, Lao Tzu. ”

"Are you sure you're not here to sue?" Yuan Yimin asked again, uneasy.

"The heart of a villain. ”

Yuan Yimin's son, Yuan Hai, was sitting on the kang reading a very thick book, when the door rang, and his son Yuan Yimin and a student who was about the same height as his son walked in.

"Dad, this is my tablemate Wan Feng, the grandson of Zhu Xianyu, he asked you something. ”

After Yuan Yimin's introduction, Wan Feng immediately climbed up the pole: "Hello Uncle Yuan!"

Yuan Hai nodded and did not speak.

"Yimin said that you are the director of the printing factory, and I want to ask you something about printing. ”

Yuan Yimin's fire in his heart came up behind Wan Feng, the bastard really framed him, when did he say that his father was the factory director.

"The child doesn't know nonsense, I'm not the factory director, I'm just the workshop director of the printing workshop. ”

The workshop director is also very good, and he is also a powerful figure in the factory, although the power is a little smaller.

"Uncle Yuan, can I ask you something?"

"What are you asking?"

"What do you print now?"

Yuan Hai was very strange that a child asked what he was doing with this, but it was rare that someone accompanied him to relieve his boredom and chat, so he answered.

"What else can be printed, the homework books you use to go to school, the calendar heads that every family has, and then the various account books used in factories, mines and rural areas, that's all. ”

Wan Feng calculated, and these were the only things that could be printed in that era.