"Why are you buying it? Replacing the front and rear tires and the big frame is almost like buying a new car." Song Yuancheng asked in confusion.
A new Baishan brand bicycle cost 105 yuan at the time, and replacing the two things he just mentioned would probably cost 60 yuan. That's why he left the bicycle here.
"Don't worry about it. If it can't be ridden as a bicycle, I can still turn it into something else, like a toy. Right now, this thing is only worth scrap metal. At the current price of three cents for scrap metal, it can probably fetch two yuan at most. Can I give you five yuan?"
As he spoke, Wan Feng took out a picture of a steel worker and held it in front of Song Yuancheng.
"Since you're such a good deal-maker, I won't charge you five yuan, just three. You can't treat me badly anyway."
Song Yuancheng took the money from Wan Feng's hand and gave Wan Feng two yuan in change.
Smart people do things simply. Even if he doesn't take the two dollars, Wan Feng will give him back later.
Wan Feng did not take the two dollars, but instead took out a box of Daqianmen cigarettes and put it in Song Yuancheng's pocket.
At that time, Daqianmen was 30 cents a box, an absolute high-end cigarette, far superior to the 1 cent a box of Handshake and Diehua.
"Uncle Song! I hope your glass factory will only accept the broken glass I send you from now on. Do you understand?"
He cleared the way and there might be people waiting to come and take advantage of it, thus he formed a monopoly.
Song Yuancheng thought about it for a moment and then laughed: "You are such a wicked guy."
"Don't worry! This decision won't be in vain."
"No problem! We don't accept raw materials anyway, so you're an exception."
Wan Feng felt relieved after hearing this, and turned to Liang Wan: "Uncle Liang Wan, please carry this bicycle to the carriage and pull it back."
Liang Wan bent down, picked up the bicycle and put it on the carriage.
After saying goodbye to Song Yuancheng, Wan Feng and Liang Wan set out on their journey home.
"My God, why did you buy such a broken car? Even though it's not worth repairing, even if you fix it, it's like buying a new car."
Wan Feng curled his lips and said, "Buy a new car? Even if you have the money to buy a new car, where can you get the ticket?"
At that time, you had to buy tickets to buy everything. You had cloth tickets to buy cloth, grain tickets to buy grain, and meat tickets to buy meat.
There are even drink tickets in the city, and of course you need a bicycle ticket to buy a bicycle.
It’s useless to have money without tickets.
"You can't buy this crap without a ticket. Aren't you a spendthrift?"
Spendthrift? I still have the word spendthrift in my vocabulary. You’ll see me turning it into something valuable in a few days.
Liang Wan used a horse-drawn carriage to deliver this broken thing to Wan Feng's grandmother's house and carried it to the yard.
There was no tool at grandma's house except a screwdriver, so Wan Feng couldn't dismantle the car even if he wanted to.
Not only does my grandma's family not have one, but even the neighbors might not be able to find one.
Wan Feng put the bicycle in a corner, covered it with a piece of straw and left it alone.
Just put it here for now and play with it when he has time.
In that impoverished era, although life was hard, poverty did not suppress people's imagination.
Although they did not have all the fancy toys, cartoons, and game consoles that children of later years had, the children of the 1980s still had fun to their heart's content.
Rolling hoops, hitting square treasures, electric shock, bumping into crutches...
Various local ways of playing are emerging one after another.
At this time, Wan Feng was bumping into his classmates in the school square.
This was a game that almost every child of that era played.
One leg is in the "Golden Rooster Stand" position, and the other leg is crossed with the knee bent and rammed into each other. The winner is the one who knocks the other down.
This game is suitable for team battles. A dozen people are divided into two groups to draw a big circle. In the circle, you bump into me and I bump into you, with the goal of knocking the opponent down and out of the circle.
Wan Feng was also participating in this game, which he found a little funny. It always felt like coaxing a child.
Although he is not tall among his classmates, he is experienced and cunning.
So far, Yinchun has knocked three people out of the circle with brilliant results.
But just as he was about to knock the fourth classmate out of the circle, a kick came from somewhere behind and hit his supporting leg.
Wan Feng cried out in pain, and his body instantly lost balance and fell forward.
The ground of the school playground is sandy, with some pebbles scattered here and there.
Wan Feng's face unfortunately hit the ground, and a piece of his left cheekbone was scraped off, and it felt hot when he touched it.
Wan Feng got up from the ground and looked around in confusion.
He saw that behind him, in addition to the classmates who participated in the crutches, there was another student who was not in their class. He did not know the other person's name.
Because the kick just now came from behind, he didn't know what happened. He just knew that he fell due to external force. He thought he was knocked down by a classmate who had a crutch.
Just because he didn't have eyes behind his back didn't mean his classmates didn't have eyes either. An Bo whispered in his ear, "It was Yu Xiao from the sixth grade who kicked you. He did it on purpose."
Sixth grade? Yu Xiao? I don't even know him.
Wan Feng looked at the guy named Yu Xiao who kicked him down. The guy was already walking leisurely towards the sixth grade class. At the door of the sixth grade class, Liu Shengan and several classmates were leaning against the wall of the classroom, looking at Wan Feng and smiling.
The smile is very strange.
So that's what happened.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Wan Feng pushed the responsibility onto Liu Shengan.
This guy's revenge has finally come.
"Your face is bruised, go tell the teacher!" A classmate gave him advice.
Sue the teacher? If suing the teacher works, then why do we need the police?
Wan Feng was about to head towards the sixth grade when the bell for class rang.
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 was absent due to some urgent matters, the second class became Zhou Wen’s math class.
Zhou Wen is quite petite, so his classmates secretly gave him the nickname "Potato", which is very descriptive.
Tall people are usually full of energy. Zhou Wen walked to the podium and glanced at the classroom and saw the injury on Wan Feng's face.
In Zhou Wen's eyes, Wan Feng is a relatively sensible student. This is because his second-grade daughter Hongxian often benefits from this guy's fruit candies, so Zhou Wen has a good impression of Wan Feng.
The reason why Wan Feng did this was because he knew that in a few weeks Wen would replace Xiao Yongcheng and become the fifth-grade head teacher, so this could be considered an early investment.
"Wan Feng! What's wrong with your face?"
Wan Feng stood up and said, "Teacher, I bumped into a classmate during the break and fell down."
"Are you okay? If you are, go to the brigade clinic at the foot of the mountain and get bandaged."
Is there such a thing as this? Doesn't this mean he doesn't have to go back to school this afternoon?
Wan Feng remembered an old saying: A blessing in disguise.
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