September 23, 1980, the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, Autumn Festival.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the warm sunlight shone on the street. Several ducks kept turning their heads, staring nervously at the spotted dog with a body and color like a cow from Cong Xicheng's family.
The spotted dog was obviously not interested in these self-indulgent ducks. He glanced at the noisy ducks lazily, turned around and wagged his tail at Cong Xicheng who ran out of the yard.
Wan Feng was walking on the sun-filled street, listening to the symphony of chickens, ducks, geese and dogs, and suddenly he felt touched and a little sad.
Mid-Autumn Festival is originally a festival for family reunion, but now he is walking alone on the streets of a foreign land, while his parents and siblings are three thousand miles away in Longjiang.
It is said that the moon is the moon of hometown and people are the people of hometown. At this moment, Wan Feng began to miss his relatives.
I wonder what my parents and siblings are doing right now. Are they also thinking of me, who is thousands of miles away?
At this time in his previous life, he was still young and did not have the experience he has now, so he had no such feeling of homesickness at all. But in this life, this feeling of homesickness really emerged.
It surges quietly from the bottom of my heart and then rushes straight into my eyes.
Wan Feng wiped the corners of his eyes and took out a letter from his pocket.
The writer of this letter is his younger brother Wan Jun. When he received the letter yesterday, he was very surprised by the handwriting on the envelope.
"Brother, when will you come back? The local kids in our company always bully us, especially Dang Hongwei and Yang Shoujun. They often beat us up. And those Dongshan people, relying on their numbers, always bully us. And the kids from Hualinzi also bully us. Please come back soon."
What my brother said in the letter was all true. The letter said that the two people mentioned were the kings of the children in their company, and Yi Shi Wanfeng's fate of being bullied did not change when he returned.
He was no match for Dang Hongwei and Yang Shoujun and was bullied for the entire winter.
Wan Feng read this letter several times. The first time he read it, he was filled with righteous indignation and wanted to return to Longjiang immediately to deal with all those who bullied his brothers and sisters. But now when he read the letter again, this feeling has become as calm as water.
After all, his current mental age is not thirteen years old. Although he does not object to fighting and killing, he is indeed past the mental age of being easily hot-blooded.
Although he had fought several battles up to now, every conflict was not initiated by him; he was just a passive responder.
Of course he has to fight back if someone calls him.
He couldn't just turn his right cheek when someone hit him on the left. Even though he was a coward in his life, he never behaved like a coward.
Now that I have the ability, do I have to endure it?
He wrote a reply letter to his brother, telling him that he couldn't go back for the time being and that he had to learn to deal with the situation on his own. If he couldn't handle it, he should be patient and wait until he returned.
What else could he say? Should he tell his brother to stab someone with a knife if he gets bullied again?
Wan Feng burst out laughing.
"Wan Feng, you haven't played with us for a long time. Let's go roll hoops today?" Cong Xicheng chased after him with hoops and made an appeal to Wan Feng.
Wan Feng had no interest in playing with these little brats. He and the blacksmith and other guys spent all day rolling hoops, throwing square treasures, and no longer studied whose melons had upright dates. What future did they have?
Although he is also a little kid, his level of thinking is a world apart.
So when Cong Xicheng and the others were running around the streets rolling the iron rings, he had already arrived at Xiaoshutun on a tractor driven by Xiao Jun.
The brigade yard was as quiet as a cemetery today. The big iron gates were closed tightly. All the units in the brigade yard, from the supply and marketing cooperative, the health center to the brigade headquarters, the carpentry shop and the blacksmith shop were deserted. They had all gone home to celebrate the Spring Festival.
Wan Feng asked Xiao Jun to drive the tractor directly to Wang He's house.
It was already noon, and Wang He hadn't gotten up yet.
Young people nowadays are so useless. Even if you have a wife, you can't still be awake at this time! What will your parents think? What will your neighbors think? What will the flowers, plants, cats and dogs think?
Wang He came out yawning, completely ignoring the contemptuous looks of the cats and dogs in the yard.
Xiao Jun drove the tractor to the avenue and circled around. Wan Feng and Wang He sat on the stone in front of Wang He's house.
"Do you still remember the boxes you made for me last time?" Wan Feng handed Wang He a cigarette.
Wang He lit a cigarette and agreed: "Didn't you say you would make it in the future? So I kept the style and size."
"Last time, they used fiberboard for the outer shell, but I found it was too thin for my needs. This time, I want to replace it entirely with solid wood, one centimeter thick. I'll just pay for it, and you'll be responsible for the manufacturing and materials. Can you calculate the cost of a single box?"
Wang He drew on the ground with a wooden stick for a long time and finally said, "I'll get two dollars and three cents."
"Everything is included?"
This price was within Wan Feng's expectations and was within an acceptable range.
Wang He nodded.
"Can you please not paint the shell that brown color that looks like tree bark?"
"That's fine, but it'll cost an extra two cents."
"Then it's two dollars and a half each. Make five for me first. Make the first one quickly, and the rest can be done without haste."
"Then come over in four or five days to get the first one, okay?"
After the matter of the wooden box was settled, Wan Feng walked to the main road to wait for Xiao Jun, who had run off to somewhere unknown, to come back.
More than ten minutes later, Xiao Jun came back driving a tractor. Wan Feng, who had nothing to do, followed the tractor to the brick factory.
There were several more female spectators at the brick factory today. Wan Feng counted them and found that there were five girls in total.
Apparently, these five girls were the unmarried fiancées of some of the young men in the Wahou team. They still had half a day's work at the brick and tile factory in the afternoon, and they probably felt uncomfortable staying at their strange mother-in-law's house, so they came here to watch the fun.
Wan Feng had met two of them last night. They were the fiancées of Yang Yong and his brother.
The two girls kept checking the time on their wrists, not knowing whether they were worried about their fiancés getting off work or checking their own electronic watches.
There seemed to be a deep sense of loss in the eyes of the other three girls. They found that almost all the girls behind the depression had electronic watches, but they did not.
Wan Feng knew that he had three more electronic watches to sell on credit.
Sure enough, as soon as the bell rang for the end of get off work, three young men came to see Wan Feng. Their purpose was obvious: they wanted to buy an electronic watch on credit.
After confirming the color the other party wanted, Wan Feng told them to bring it to the court in the afternoon, since these guys would be playing there in the afternoon anyway.
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