Liang Wan looked at Wan Feng riding a bicycle with envy: "I can't believe you, a dick, can actually make this piece of junk. I really don't know what's in your head."
"Would you like to buy it for eighty dollars?"
"What! You spent three dollars to buy a car and sold it to me for eighty dollars? You are so cruel." Liang Wan was furious.
Wan Feng curled his lips and said, "Uncle Liang Wan, you're blind, how could you have heard that? I spent money on replacing rims and tires, didn't it? I took it to Gushan Machinery Factory to flatten the big frame, didn't it cost anything? Even the fruit and popsicles you ate fell from the sky, and they cost money!"
"So how much did you spend?"
"About thirty yuan."
In fact, after counting all the expenses, Wan Feng spent less than 25 yuan in total. The biggest expense was two sets of inner and outer tires, which cost more than ten yuan.
In 1980, the retail price of a Baishan scooter was between one hundred and one hundred and eleven yuan, while the Fei Ge, Forever, Phoenix and Hongqi scooters were around one hundred and fifty yuan, and you also needed a ticket.
No matter what, it is remarkable that Wan Feng managed to build a working bicycle with just over twenty dollars.
"It's only over thirty yuan, and you dare to sell it to me for eighty? You have a very bad conscience."
Wan Feng chuckled and said, "If you give me your daughter as your wife for free, I'll give you this bicycle for free."
"I'm really going to think about this issue carefully. I think my Huazi will really have a good life if he follows you in the future."
That’s for sure, it’s just that the two parties are not destined to be together.
Wan Feng rode his bicycle back to Wahou. Although it was a bit rough to ride on the big pole, it still felt very good.
When my uncle and aunt saw Wan Feng coming back riding a strange bicycle, their eyes almost popped out.
Zhu Ping had wanted to buy a car for a long time, but he had not saved enough money for several years. However, this nephew silently bought a car for him.
They had seen this broken car before, but never thought it could still run.
"You two have the right to use this car while I'm at school, but when I'm at home it must be under my command."
Today is Sunday, and Wan Feng is on vacation at home, so the bicycle is under his control. His uncle can only watch with envy.
The kids at the east end were extremely envious and ran like crazy after Wan Feng's bicycle.
"Don't follow me. I won't care if you run over me."
Wan Feng turned around the east end twice, then tilted the handlebars and headed into the ditch. He wanted to go to a place, or to be exact, a family. The family he wanted to go to lived at the southernmost end of the ditch and was the family with the highest terrain in the ditch. Their family was almost at the top of the ridge between the back of the depression and the back of the mountain.
Wan Feng arrived at the southernmost end of the ditch. When he got out of the car and was about to push it up the mountain, he looked up and saw a lot of people gesturing at the brick factory. At the same time, some members were carrying stones, bricks and other materials to the site.
There are also several bicycles parked beside the venue.
It turned out that the brigade cadres came to inspect the village.
This had little to do with Wan Feng, he still pushed his bicycle up the mountain.
Sunday is a happy day for most students. They fly freely on Sundays like birds spreading their wings.
But it was completely different for Yuan Yimin.
Because Sunday is his father's day off, he is always scared when his father is at home.
He doubted whether his father would laugh. He remembered that he had never seen his father laugh since he was old enough to understand. Even when he returned to the village, he always looked indifferent.
His father works in an on-site printing factory. He only rides his bike home on Saturday afternoon and goes to the county town on Monday morning. He usually lives in the factory dormitory.
He didn't know why he was afraid when he saw his father. As long as his father was at home, he would be like a mouse guarding a cat, not daring to do anything rash.
Yuan Yimin lay in his room, staring at the street bored. The book in front of him was just for show. He had finished his homework long ago, but he didn't dare go out to play.
How he wanted to go out and play in the vast open space.
I should have rented two books yesterday and read them secretly.
When he thought of renting books, he thought of his former hateful deskmate. This bastard copied my homework but didn't get any discount when renting books. Wang An is such a piece of shit!
Yuan Yimin transformed his fear of his father into resentment towards someone.
Next time I rent a book, I must write "Wan Feng is a dog" or "Wan Feng is Wang An" in an inconspicuous place on the book...
Just as he was thinking about this, Yuan Yimin suddenly noticed a figure flash in front of his house, and then a person appeared at his door.
Oh shit, how come Wang An came just as I was thinking about him?
Yuan Yimin jumped up from the kang and rushed out at lightning speed. He stopped Wan Feng at the door as he parked his bicycle and was about to enter.
"Wang An! Didn't I let you copy my homework? Why did you come to my house to complain?"
Wan Feng looked at Yuan Yimin, who looked bitter and resentful, and chuckled, "Comrade, didn't I tell you not to be so dark-minded? I came to your house to complain to your father. Can you please stop being so sentimental?"
Yuan Yimin was confused: "Why did you come to my house if you didn't want to complain?"
"Didn't I tell you I wanted to ask your father something? It has nothing to do with you. Do you have a dog at home?"
As soon as Wan Feng finished speaking, he heard a barking sound from under his feet. He looked down and saw a puppy, not much bigger than a kitten, staring at him.
The dog had a ferocious expression and bared its teeth at Wan Feng, but in a flash, Wan Feng grabbed it and lifted it up high.
The dog immediately tucked its tail between its legs to show that it was afraid of heights.
"Take me to see your father."
"Are you sure you're not here to complain?" Yuan Yimin asked again worriedly.
“The human heart.”
Yuan Yimin's father, Yuan Hai, was sitting on the kang reading a very thick book. The door opened and his son Yuan Yimin and a student who was about the same height as his son walked in.
"Dad! This is my deskmate Wan Feng, Zhu Xianyu's grandson. He wants to ask you something."
After Yuan Yimin finished his introduction, Wan Feng immediately climbed up the pole: "Hello, Uncle Yuan!"
Yuan Hai nodded without saying anything.
"Yimin, you are the director of a printing factory. I want to ask you something about printing."
Yuan Yimin was furious behind Wan Feng. Wang An had indeed framed him. When had he surpassed his father to become the factory director?
"Don't worry, kid. I'm not the factory director. I'm just the director of the printing workshop."
The workshop director is also very good. He is a powerful person in the factory, although his power is a little limited.
"Uncle Yuan! Can I ask you something?"
"What do you want to ask?"
"What products does your printing factory mainly print now?"
Yuan Hai was very surprised at the question, but since he had someone to chat with, he answered.
"What else can be printed? The exercise books you use at school, the calendars that every family has, and the various account books used in factories, mines, and villages. That's all."
Wan Feng calculated that these were the only things that could be printed in that era.
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