Those four years should have been the happiest time in Wan Feng’s life.
Back then, he and Xu Meilin were probably a pair of bickering lovers, always fighting and quarreling. The best they could do was ten times better, and the worst they could do was five times worse.
During this period, we experienced countless nonsensical breakups and reunions.
When they break up, they can't wait to bite each other twice, and when they get back together, they can't wait to bite each other twice.
It was like this, with all the fights, breakups and reunions, that the two of them stayed together for four whole years.
In the end, they parted ways completely because of these trivial matters, which became Wan Feng's lifelong regret.
Many years later, when the two met again, they were already in their forties. They were speechless and only shed tears.
Thinking of this, Wan Feng shook his head. Will the regrets of the previous life continue into this life?
Seeing Xu Meilin's resentful eyes, Wan Feng sighed and bought two bottles of soda for 16 cents at the cooperative.
For rural children in the 1980s, soda was a luxury item that was even more advanced than candy. The girl was so happy that she held Wan Feng's hand and circled around him like a moth to a flame, treating him closer than her mother.
"Brother Dafeng! Can you still buy me good food in the future?"
Wan Feng nodded solemnly: "I will definitely buy it."
Xu Meilin's mother smiled and said, "Why don't you just give my Meilin to you as your wife when you grow up? Just take care of her delicious food."
Wan Feng immediately said, "That's settled. When she grows up, I'll come and ask your daughter to be my wife."
At the age of nine, Xu Meilin had no idea what a daughter-in-law was and even asked Wan Feng, "What is a daughter-in-law?"
Wan Feng felt it necessary to pretend to be confused about this question. After all, his current character is that of a thirteen-year-old. If he knew everything, others would definitely think he was a monster.
So he pretended to scratch his head and said, "I'm not sure what a daughter-in-law is for, but I'll know when I grow up."
Xu Meilin's mother laughed like a barbell.
After finishing his business today and returning home for dinner, Wan Feng sorted out all his property in Wurao. He now had a total of nearly fifty dollars in assets.
Thirty-six yuan came from selling fish, and the rest was the profit from selling books starting from the fifth day of the first lunar month.
He exchanged the coins that were inconvenient to carry for paper money at the cooperative, including two Great Unity notes, two steelworker notes, four lathe operator notes, five female tractor drivers notes, and a few Mao notes left over.
The money was enough for him to make an investment, an investment that would last for decades.
He didn't know whether this thirty-year investment was worthwhile.
He will invest whether it is cost-effective or not.
Xicheng and the blacksmith rarely go out at night since school started. The adults in their family no longer allow them to go out to play, which left Wanfeng feeling like a lonely man as he walked west from his grandmother's house.
The Li family, where only an elderly couple are left at home, is the place where these half-grown children in the east end gather at night. Wan Feng is of course the most popular person among them. This is not only because Wan Feng can tell them novel and unusual stories, but also because Wan Feng can sing some songs they have never heard of.
But the initial topic of tonight has nothing to do with either of these.
"Did you fight with your classmates today? Did you win?" Luan Feng is such a bad woman. The shelf life of her words rarely exceeds three minutes.
Wan Feng does not advocate that such things be known to most people. They can be spread in the classroom and school, but the fewer people in the village who know about it, the better. It is not a glorious thing in any way.
But there are many people who are interested in this topic, and many pairs of eyes are almost popping out of their heads.
"You know? Then why didn't you go and cheer me on?" Since Luan Feng brought it up, there was nothing I could do.
"I was afraid you would get beaten, so I didn't dare to go and see!" Luan Feng seemed a little embarrassed.
"I beat them away. If we don't care about this matter, how can we get from Wahou to the county?"
"You're going to the county?"
"Can you be any dumber? I'm just asking, so you're going? Is asking okay?"
Han Wenhai, known as Yang Qilang, answered Wan Feng's question: "The shortest way is to take a bus to Gushan, leaving in the morning and returning in the afternoon. The most economical way is to walk there and back, but that would require you to get up early and stay up late."
It’s still the same things I remember, there’s nothing new to do.
The exact distance from Wahou to Hongya County is 33 li, including about 4 li from Wahou to Gushan, and 29 li from Gushan to the edge of the county town via the national highway.
If you walk on two legs, you really have to get up early and go to bed late.
Wan Feng was not that stupid. It only cost a little over ten cents to take a bus from Gushan to Hongya Bus Station, and a little over thirty cents for a round trip. He would not tire himself out just to save thirty cents.
Because Gushan is located on the highway between Dongdan City and Bohai City, many vehicles pass through here every day.
We arrived at Gushan at around seven in the morning. After waiting for just over ten minutes, an old-fashioned bus with a white roof, red skirt and large windows came over.
The speed of the bus at that time was really speechless. It took almost half an hour to run a short distance of thirty miles.
The Hongya Post Office is diagonally opposite the bus station. After Wan Feng walked out of the bus station, he crossed the road and went into the post office.
The post office is an old-fashioned two-story building, with the first floor being where postal services and newspapers and periodicals are sold.
As soon as Wan Feng entered the post office, he went straight to the newspaper and magazine retail area. He did not look at the newspapers and periodicals, but went straight to the stamp area.
"Comrade, do you have the newly issued monkey stamps?"
Wan Feng remembered that this edition of stamps was sold in mid-February 1980, but he couldn't remember the exact date of the sale.
For a remote city like Hongya County, it takes more than ten months for stamps to be shipped from BJ to here. Wan Feng thinks there should be talent here.
The saleswoman was a girl in her twenties. Although she looked ordinary, she was not arrogant. She was fiddling with her two braids and didn't even look at Wan Feng. She just raised her hand and pointed.
It has the lingering charm of the Southern Emperor in The Legend of the Condor Heroes.
Could it be that this woman has practiced the One Finger Zen?
At that time, sales clerks in stores and other departments were all treated like big bosses and were very awesome.
Wan Feng ignored the other party's attitude, but followed the direction of her finger and came to a counter.
The counter was filled with sheets of stamps, but they were all common, public-facing stamps. One sheet of bright red stamps immediately caught Wan Feng's attention.
This is the large-size monkey stamp he is looking for.
This monkey stamp, codenamed T46, was produced by the then-BJ Stamp Factory, with a total print run of 16 million. However, after excluding misprints, only 5 million were ultimately released into circulation.
The entire sheet of stamps was torn up and sold separately by sales departments across the country, and even fewer entire sheets of stamps were left in circulation.
In 1980, no one would have thought that a whole set of Gengshen Monkey stamps would be worth millions thirty years later.
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