In 1980, if someone shouted on the street: I have 30,000 yuan!
Ninety-nine percent of people would think he was crazy, and the other one percent would think he was drunk.
Wan Feng certainly wouldn't go out on the street and shout out how much money he has. He's neither drunk nor mentally ill.
Thirty thousand yuan was indeed a fortune that was enough to make countless people's eyes blaze with anger in 1980, but in Wan Feng's eyes it was not worth mentioning at all.
He received a profit of more than 300 yuan from Jiang Hongguo. He hadn't come to Jiang Hongguo to collect money for a long time, so he had saved a small amount of money.
Jiang Hongguo's life has become prosperous. He earns about 400 to 500 yuan a month by making wheelchairs and selling electronic watches. In addition, He Yanhua sells clothes after get off work and on Sundays, and earns dozens of yuan a month. It is not an exaggeration to say that his family has entered a well-off life.
Because of this, it is not surprising that Jiang Hongguo’s face is beaming.
Wan Feng drove a 22-inch tractor truck recklessly on the street. There were not many cars on the street anyway, so he didn't have to worry about his safety even if he crashed.
I rushed to Wujiaohua and bought all the accessories according to the list compiled by Master Feng.
The salesperson was a woman with eyes that were set on top of her head. She never even looked at Wan Feng straight in the eye from beginning to end, which made Wan Feng very unhappy.
After all, I am a bud of the motherland and the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning. Besides, although I am not handsome, I will not let the audience down.
"Comrade, let me see this."
"Didn't you see this just now?" The tone was as cold as the air outside.
"Have you seen it? I forgot. Then take this out and let me see it."
It was as if the woman with menstrual disorders had finally gotten angry: "Are you going to buy it or not? Is this going to stop?"
Of course I won’t buy it, I just don’t like you and want to make fun of you.
Seeing the woman at the counter with her hands on her waist and ready to spit shit out of her mouth, Wan Feng very wisely backed off. After all, he had already bought what he wanted.
I won't give you the chance to get angry. Let the anger be suppressed in your stomach and burn your internal organs, and finally you will burn to death.
Humming a little tune, he got on the tractor that was still rumbling outside, stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards Miaoling.
There were no cars on the streets. Hongya County was small and there were no trams, so the only sounds on the street leading to Miaoling were Wanfeng's tractors.
The tractor's unique sound even saved the trouble of horns. People on the street would hide to the side of the road when they heard the rumbling sound from a distance.
This made Wan Feng feel invincible and lonely.
Just when I was feeling proud of myself, a bicycle suddenly rushed out from an alley.
At that time, the streets could only accommodate two Liberation trucks running side by side. There was no momentum like the later generations where five or six cars could run side by side. There were not even sidewalks on the sides of the roads. There were only houses and alleys.
The bicycle suddenly rushed out and scared Wan Feng so much that he jumped and slammed the brakes.
The bicycle wheel hit the tractor's drive wheel with a thud and bounced back like a ball.
The cyclist fell to the ground and heard his rhythmic voice: "My hands, my legs, my stomach, my butt."
According to experience, if someone shouts out so many terms in this kind of accident, nine out of ten times he is facing a scam.
Did fraudsters appear in 1980?
This is unscientific!
If he was a robber, he should have come out at night. Why did he come out in broad daylight?
Wan Feng sat in the car without moving. He was waiting for the man to call out "My Ji Ji". Since other parts of the body had been called, how could he leave out such an important part?
Unfortunately, the man fell silent and he didn't hear the words he wanted to hear.
Wan Feng got off the car disappointedly, and then he saw clearly that it was a middle-aged woman sitting on the ground, rubbing her ankle and looking at her bicycle with a sad face.
The front wheel of the bicycle has become another shape.
No wonder she didn’t call me Ji Ji, it turns out she didn’t have one!
Wait, this woman looks familiar, isn’t this Jia Baozhuang?
Isn't it working hours now? She should be at the factory.
"Sister Jia, why are you here? Is your ankle twisted? Come, let me rub it for you."
After saying that, he was ready to take action.
Jia Chunyan blushed: "So it's you, little rascal, go away, there's no need for you to rub me."
"Sister Jia, you're so nervous, what are you in such a hurry for? Are you in a hurry to go on a date?"
Jia Chunyan glared at him: "What are you talking about? Help me stand up."
Wan Feng helped Jia Chunyan up and tried to walk a few steps.
"My foot is fine, but the bike is broken and I can't ride it anymore," Jia Chunyan said sadly.
"It's just a wheel replacement. Is there a repair shop nearby? I can just give you a new one."
"By the way, why don't you go pull the artificial cotton?"
"I'll go in a couple of days. I don't have time these two days. Sister Jia, are you sure your leg is okay? Let me massage it for you. I have extensive experience treating problems like sprained ankles."
"Bah! There are so many people here, and you, a man, are rubbing my ankles?"
Wan Feng nodded: "I understand. You can rub it when there is no one around."
"Oh, you little rascal, you're taking advantage of me."
"Let's go get our bike fixed. I'll be in a hurry to get back after I'm done."
"Who bumped into my third aunt? Don't let him get away!" A shout suddenly came from the alley, and then several people rushed out.
Wan Feng quickly hid behind the tractor.
When the situation gets bad, it's his usual style to run away.
Jia Chunyan giggled when she saw Wan Feng sticking his head out from behind the tractor.
The people who ran out of the alley were holding wrenches, pliers, crowbars and other tools in their hands. Their faces and hands were all black. They looked no less handsome than Zhang Fei and no less handsome than Li Kui.
"Third Aunt, who hit you? Where is the person?"
"Was it this tractor that hit him? If the person ran away, drive the tractor back and sell it for scrap!"
Jia Chunyan waved her hand: "It's okay, it's someone I know."
"It's no use knowing him. I have to beat him up and make him be more careful when driving next time."
"Brother Tao, that guy is hiding over there with the tractor."
"Catch him!"
The two young men went to the other side of the tractor and grabbed Wan Feng without saying a word.
"Don't hit me, I'll pay you!" Wan Feng was pulled out with his head covered.
Those guys with dark faces who looked like they were from Africa were stunned when they saw Wan Feng.
"Brother Wan!"
Wan Feng looked closely and saw that it was He Tao and Yang Zun. He didn't recognize the two guys who were holding him.
"Oh my god, it's you guys! You scared me so much I almost peed my pants."
Yang Zun raised his foot and kicked each of the two guys who were still holding Wan Feng.
"Don't let go, you want to die? This is Brother Wan."
The two young men were completely bewildered. "Brother Wan? Why doesn't this guy look like a brother?"
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