Wan Feng didn't know that his mother actually had such a thing. He seemed to have never seen his mother wear it before.
But he didn't take them all. Instead, he kept one. He couldn't keep them all for himself. What would his mother give to his younger brother when he got married in the future?
One fairness for each family.
Tomorrow is August 1st, and Wan Feng has been home for exactly ten days. Since he has decided to go back tomorrow, he should start preparing to return to Beiliao now.
In fact, there was nothing to prepare, and there was nothing to take back. He and his father went into the mountains to pick fungus and dried out a total of nearly nine pounds of dried fungus. This was the only thing he brought.
There wasn't really anything else he could take with him, and he still had a few hundred yuan on him, which was enough for travel expenses.
On the morning of August 1st, Wan Feng said goodbye to his parents with his bag on his back. His father did not send Wan Feng to the station because he had to go to work in the company. He just stood at the door and watched Wan Feng leave.
When Wan Feng walked all the way to the carpenter's shop, he looked back and saw his parents standing at the door...
Wan Feng's eyes were a little sore. He turned around and walked all the way to the station without looking back.
The earliest bus into the city arrived at Dalinzi Station at 6:30 in the morning. Wan Feng got on the bus and took the bus for more than an hour to Wuxian Station.
As soon as she got off the bus and entered the station, she went to buy a ticket to Longzhen. There was a girl in front of her who was also buying a ticket. When she bought the ticket and left the ticket office, Wan Feng unexpectedly found that it was Zhang Xuan.
I saw her when I came back, and saw him again when I left. What a fate!
"Zhang Xuan!"
Zhang Xuan stumbled and looked at Wan Feng in confusion: "Do you know me?"
Wan Feng nodded and said something nonsensical: "We will be classmates in two years."
After saying that, he handed the money into the ticket office to buy the ticket.
Zhang Xuan walked away, bewildered. The question mark on his head was probably as numerous as the Buddha's. This guy said we'd be classmates in two years? Was he mentally ill?
At eight o'clock, Wan Feng boarded the train to Long Town.
After arriving in Longzhen at noon, I waited for the train in the waiting room for three hours and finally got on the train to Harbin at 3:30 in the afternoon.
The train at this time does not meet Wan Feng's requirements, because it will arrive in Harbin at around 10 o'clock in the evening. How can he go to Jiang Ming's house to find him at this time?
Everything happened just as Wan Feng had planned. The train arrived at Harbin Station at 10:30 in the evening.
It's a bit inappropriate to go to someone else's house at this time. Besides, Jiang Ming's house is not big. His two sons and the couple live in a house of about 30 square meters. He has nowhere to stay if he goes there.
Fortunately, there was a state-owned hotel outside the train station, so Wan Feng ran to the hotel and asked for a single room to stay in for the night.
The next morning, Wan Feng got up and checked out, then went to the alley where he had met Jiang Ming and his wife last time.
Jiang Ming and his wife were indeed selling breakfast here again.
"Nephew, you're back? Have you eaten? Have a bowl of soy milk." Jiang Ming brought over a bowl of soy milk and a roll.
Wan Feng didn't act pretentiously and started drinking it.
"Are your parents doing well?" Jiang Ming asked while busying himself.
"Everything is fine."
"I thought you'd have to stay home for a few days."
"Just come back and take a look. There's still a lot going on in Bei Liao."
"So when are we leaving?"
"Uncle Jiang, are you sure you're going?"
"Of course you think I'm kidding."
"I looked at the train schedule when I got off the train. There's an ordinary train to Bohai at 7:40. Let's take that train."
At around seven o'clock, Jiang Ming closed his stall, went home and quickly packed up before going out with Wan Feng. After staying in the waiting room for half an hour, he boarded the train heading south.
When they got on the bus at Harbin, there were still many empty seats. Wan Feng and Jiang Ming took two seats facing each other by the windows and chatted all the way.
The trains were the quietest in the summer of 1981. There was no tourism boom at that time, and there were not many people in the carriages. Apart from those who were on official business, there were not many idle people.
This situation changed after 1985. The number of tourists began to increase, and a new term emerged at this time of year: tourist season.
"Nephew, you said that the country's policies have loosened up. Will there be further changes?" Jiang Ming asked with a little concern.
"When a new policy is introduced, it's normal to have some setbacks, but the big trend can't be changed. As long as we're careful and cautious and don't act rashly, nothing will go wrong. After 1984, the situation will improve."
Of course, policies are subject to fluctuation, and Wan Feng has not forgotten the nationwide crackdown on speculation and profiteering led by the Eight Kings next year.
In this wave of crackdowns on speculation and profiteering, eight self-employed individuals in Wenzhou became negative examples. Among them, the largest one, Hu Jinglin, actually ran to Zuoshandiao's hometown and hid there for two years.
It was not until 1984 when the state issued Document No. 1 to protect the fruits of labor of individual business owners that the issue was finally resolved. However, the impact of this incident still lasted for many years.
It was not until after the Southern Tour in 1992 that individual professionals could truly settle down.
Because of this, his garment factory is now registered under the name of Wahou in the name of a collective in order to cope with this wave.
"I'm afraid the policy will change in a few days."
"Ordinary people like us are afraid of policy changes when we do something and we can't stand the turmoil." At this time, a man in his thirties who was sitting at the same seat with Jiang Ming also sighed.
The man was dressed like a typical buyer, and the most eye-catching thing was the three pens in his jacket pocket.
"Uncle, you don't look like an ordinary person, you look more like a government official."
The man laughed at himself and said, "I'm not a cadre. I'm just a small buyer."
This person has a northern accent and should be from the three northern provinces.
"Where do you work?"
"It often drags down a subordinate supporting factory."
Changchun Tractor Factory!
"From Changchun?"
The man nodded.
"It's a great company, but how can someone like you with a stable job sigh like that?"
"Alas! I live in the suburbs of Changchun. There are many people in my family. I want to do something, but I always feel uneasy."
"Uncle, can I buy some of the products that I often drag from you when the time comes?"
"You can come to me if you want to buy a tractor."
Of course I won't come to you to buy a tractor. The 28 tractors produced by Changtuo will be eliminated soon, and the modified tractors seem to have not yet started production. The small tractors they produce will not be on the market for another four years. By then, our tractors will probably be all over the world.
Wan Feng rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle, could you please leave me your name, address, and phone number? We might have business dealings in the future."
The other party readily wrote down the company address, personal name and factory phone number.
The other person’s surname is Teng, and his name is Teng Fei.
"Little brother, I've listened to a few of your conversations and I've noticed that you have unique insights into many things. What's your name?"
"My name is Li Yang." Wan Feng made up a name casually.
Jiang Ming looked at Wan Feng strangely, wondering why Wan Feng gave a fake name.
Teng Fei did not get off at Changchun, but got off at a county station a few stops later.
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