"What are you buying it for? Changing the front and rear tires and the big frame is almost the same as buying a new car. Song Yuancheng asked puzzled.

A new Baishan brand bicycle was priced at 100 and 5 yuan at the time, and it was estimated that it would cost 60 yuan for all the two things he was talking about just now, which is why he threw this car here.

"You don't care about it, it can't be used as a bicycle and I can change it to something else, like a toy or something. Now this thing of yours is worth the price of scrap iron, according to the current price of three cents of scrap iron, it can be sold for two yuan, I will give you five yuan to sell?"

As he spoke, Wan Feng counted out a steelmaker and held it up in front of Song Yuancheng.

"Look at your little guy who is so good at making trouble, I won't charge you five yuan, just give three yuan, anyway, your little dick can't treat me badly. ”

Song Yuancheng took the money in Wan Feng's hand and found two pieces for Wan Feng with his backhand.

A smart person is simple to do, he just doesn't charge those two yuan, and 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 big front doors and put it in Song Yuancheng's pocket.

At that time, the big front door was a box of three cents, and the absolute high-end cigarettes were far from being comparable to the handshake of a box of dimes and butterflies.

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

He waded out of the way, and maybe there would be a cooler behind him, so he formed a monopoly.

Song Yuancheng smiled after a while: "You kid is really a ghost." ”

"Don't worry! ”

"No problem! Originally, we don't accept personal raw materials, you are an exception. ”

With this sentence, Wan Feng was relieved, and turned back to Liang Wan and said, "Uncle Liang Wan, please carry this bicycle to the carriage and pull it back." ”

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

After saying goodbye to Song Yuancheng, Wan Feng and Liang Wan set foot on their way home.

"I said chick dick, what are you buying such a broken car for, although it is cheap, it has no value in repairing, that is, repairing it is equivalent to buying a new car. ”

Wan Feng pouted: "Buy a new car, even if you have the money to buy a new car, where can you get the ticket?"

At that time, everything was bought by ticket, cloth was bought with cloth stamps, grain stamps were bought for grain, and meat stamps were used to buy meat.

There are even drink tickets in the city, and of course you have to have a bicycle ticket to buy a bicycle.

No tickets, no money, no eggs.

"You can't buy this thing without a ticket, aren't you a loser?"

Lao Tzu still has a loser in the dictionary now, and in a few days you will see me turn it into a treasure.

Liang Wan used a carriage to deliver this sparse and broken thing to Wan Feng's grandmother's house, and carried it to the yard.

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

Not only does my grandmother's house not have it, but even the neighbors may not be able to find a board.

Wan Feng put the bicycle in a corner, covered it with a piece of straw and left it alone.

Put it here for now, and then fiddle with it when he has the kung fu.

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

Although there are no beautiful toys, cartoons, and game consoles for the children many years later, the children of the 80s still have no heart.

Rolling hoops, hitting square treasures, overpowering, bumping into crutches...

A variety of local games emerge one after another.

Wan Feng was on the school square at this time and collided with his classmates.

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

One leg is in the shape of a golden rooster, and the other leg crosses its knee to bend and hit each other to knock the opponent down as a winning rule.

This kind of game is suitable for team battles, where more than a dozen people are divided into two groups to draw a big circle, in which you bump into me and I bump into you, with the aim of knocking each other down and knocking them out of the circle.

Wan Feng is also participating in this kind of game that he feels a little funny in his heart, and there is always a feeling of coaxing a child.

Although his stature is not very tall among his classmates, he is experienced and should be very appropriate to describe him as cunning.

So far, he's knocked three people out of the circle, and the results are brilliant.

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

Wan Feng screamed, and his body instantly lost its balance and fell forward.

The floor of the school playground is sandy, with a few small pebbles on the ground.

Wan Feng's face was very unfortunate to choke on the ground, and a fart was rubbed off on his left cheekbone, and he touched it hot.

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

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

Because the kick just now was kicked from behind, he didn't know what happened, but he knew that he was affected by an external force and fell, and he thought it was knocked down by a classmate who was on crutches.

The fact that he doesn't have eyes behind his back doesn't mean that his classmates don't have eyes, An Bo secretly put it in his ear: "It was Yu Xiao in the sixth grade who kicked you, he did it on purpose." ”

Yu Xiao and Lao Tzu in the sixth grade don't know him.

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, at the door of the sixth-grade class, Liu Shengan and a few classmates were leaning against the wall of the classroom and looking in the direction of Wan Feng and laughing.

The smile is very weird.

So that's what happened.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Wan Feng put the responsibility on Liu Sheng'an.

The guy's revenge is still coming.

"Your face is broken, go and sue the teacher!" a classmate gave him an idea.

Sue the teacher, sue the teacher is useful, so why do you need the police!

Wan Feng raised his feet and was about to walk to the sixth grade, when the bell rang for class.

Wan Feng took a deep breath and walked back to his class with his classmates.

The second class in the afternoon was originally a music class, but because the music teacher didn't come for a while, the second class became Zhou Xiaowen's math class.

Zhou Xiaowen is relatively small, and his classmates gave him the nickname of potato behind his back, which is very vivid.

Small people are usually full of spirits, Zhou Xiaowen walked to the podium, and his eyes swept in the classroom and saw the injury on Wan Feng's face.

Wan Feng is a more sensible student in Zhou Xiaowen's eyes, because his daughter Hongxian, who is in the second grade, is often favored by this kid's fruit candy, so Zhou Xiaowen has a good impression of Wan Feng.

And the reason why Wan Feng did this was because he knew that Zhou Xiaowen would replace Xiao Yongcheng as the fifth-grade homeroom teacher in a few days, and he could be regarded as an investment in advance.

"Wan Feng, what's wrong with your face?"

Wan Feng stood up on the ground: "Report to the teacher, I bumped into my classmates and fell down when I got out of class." ”

"If there's anything wrong, if there's something, go to the brigade clinic down the mountain to bandage it. ”

And this kind of operation? Doesn't that mean he doesn't have to go back to school in the afternoon?

Wan Feng remembered an old saying: Saiong is not blessed if he loses his horse.