Liang Wan looked at Wan Feng riding a bicycle with envy: "I didn't expect you little chick to actually fix this rag. I really don't know what's in your head."

"Would you like to sell it to you for eighty yuan?"

"What! You spent three yuan to buy a car and sold it to me for eighty yuan? Little chicken, you have such a dark heart." Liang Wan was furious.

Wan Feng curled his lips and said: "Uncle Liang Wan, can you tell if you are not talking nonsense? I change the rims and tires. Isn't it money? I take it to Gushan Machinery Factory to flatten the big frame for free? It's just you eating that fruit.

And popsicles are falling from the sky, this is all money!"

"Then tell me how much you spent?"

"More than thirty yuan."

In fact, Wan Feng counted all the expenses, and the total cost was less than twenty-five yuan. The bulk of it was two sets of inner and outer tires, which cost more than ten yuan.

In the 1980s, the retail price of a Baishan was about 100 to 110 yuan, and the price of a Fei Ge permanent Phoenix Red Flag was around 150 yuan, and it also required a ticket.

No matter what, Wan Feng spent more than 20 yuan to build a running bicycle, which is a remarkable thing.

"It's only more than thirty yuan. How dare you sell it to me for eighty yuan? You have a very bad conscience."

Wan Feng chuckled: "If you give me your daughter as your wife for free, I will give you this bicycle for free."

"I'm really ready to think about this issue carefully. I think my Hua Zi will really be able to live a good life if he follows you in the future."

That's for sure, it's just that the two sides are not destined.

Wan Feng rode his bicycle back to Wahou. Although riding a big pole was a bit rough, it still felt very good.

When my uncle and aunt saw Wan Feng coming back riding a strange bicycle, their eyes nearly popped out.

Zhu Ping had wanted to buy a car for a long time, but he had not saved enough money for several years, but his nephew bought a car without hesitation.

They had seen this broken car before, but they never thought it could still run.

"You two have the right to use this car when I'm in school, but it must be under my command when I'm at home."

Today is Sunday. Wan Feng is at home on vacation, so he is in charge of his bicycle. My uncle can only look at it with envy.

The children in the east end were even more envious and ran wildly behind Wan Feng's bicycle.

"Don't even follow me. I won't care if you run over me."

Wan Feng turned twice at the east end, and turned towards the ditch as soon as the handlebars were tilted. He wanted to go to a place, a family to be precise. The family he wanted to go to lived at the southernmost end of the ditch and was in the ditch.

The family with the highest terrain lived almost on the top of the ridge between Wahou and Shanhou.

When Wan Feng arrived at the southern end of the ditch, he got out of the car and was about to push the cart up the mountain. When he looked up, he saw many people gesturing at the location of the brick factory. At the same time, some members were carrying stones and bricks to the site.

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There are several bicycles parked beside the venue.

It turned out that the brigade cadres came to inspect the area later.

This had nothing 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 Sunday like birds with spread wings.

But for Yuan Yimin, it was completely different.

Because Sunday is his father's day off, he is always frightened when his father is at home.

He doubted whether his father would smile. He remembered that he had never seen his father smile since he was sensible. Even when he returned to the village, he looked indifferent.

His father works in an on-site printing factory. He rides home only on Saturday afternoons a week and goes to the county town on Monday mornings. He usually lives in the dormitory of the factory.

He didn't know why he was scared when he saw his father. As long as his father was at home, he was like a mouse guarding a cat and didn't dare to act rashly.

Yuan Yimin was lying in his room, looking boredly at the street. The books in front of him were just for show. He had finished his homework long ago, but he did not dare to go out to play.

He wanted to go out and play in the vast world.

Yesterday I should have rented two little novels and read them secretly.

When he thought of renting books for villains, he thought of his once hateful deskmate. This bastard copied my homework every day and didn't get any discount when renting books. He was such a bastard that he was no longer a thing!

Yuan Yimin turned his fear of his father into resentment against someone.

The next time you rent a book, be sure to write Wan Feng is a puppy or Wan Feng is a bastard in an inconspicuous place in the little book...

Just as he was thinking of this, Yuan Yimin suddenly noticed a figure flashing in front of his door, and then a person appeared at his door.

Oh my god, why are you thinking about the bastard? The bastard is here.

Yuan Yimin jumped up from the kang, rushed out with lightning speed, and stopped Wan Feng at the gate who was about to enter after parking his bicycle.

"You bastard! Don't you copy my homework every day? Why do you come to my house to complain?"

Wan Feng looked at Yuan Yimin, who looked bitter and resentful, and smiled: "Comrade, didn't I tell you not to be too dark in your heart? I came to your house just to complain to you? Can you please stop being sentimental?"

Yuan Yimin was confused: "Why did you come to my house if you don't want to file a complaint?"

"Didn't I say that I want to ask you something? It has nothing to do with you. Do you have a dog at home?"

As soon as Wan Feng finished speaking, a barking sound came from beneath his feet. When he lowered his head, he saw a little puppy, not much bigger than a cat cub, staring at him eagerly.

The expression of the puppy was very ferocious, and it bared its teeth at Wan Feng, but as soon as its eyes flashed, Wan Feng grabbed it and lifted it up high.

The puppy immediately tucked its tail 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 worriedly.

"The heart of a villain."

Yuan Yimin's father, Yuan Hai, was sitting on the kang reading a thick book. When the door rang, his son Yuan Yimin and a student about the same height as his son came in.

"Dad! This is my deskmate Wan Feng, the grandson of Zhu Xianyu. He wants to ask you something."

After Yuan Yimin's introduction, Wan Feng immediately climbed up the pole: "Hello, Uncle Yuan!"

Yuan Hai nodded and said nothing.

"Yimin said that you are the director of a printing factory. I would like to ask you something about printing."

Yuan Yimin felt angry after Wan Feng's death. The bastard had indeed framed him. When did he say that his father was the director of the factory?

"Children don't know what nonsense, I'm not the factory director, I'm just the workshop director of the printing workshop."

The workshop director is also very good, and he can be considered a powerful person in the factory, although his power is a little smaller.

"Uncle Yuan! Can I ask you something?"

"What are you asking?"

"What products does your printing factory mainly print now?"

Yuan Hai was very surprised that a child was asking this question. But it was rare to have someone to chat with him to relieve his boredom, so he answered.

"What else can be printed? The homework books you use for school, the calendars that every household has, and the various account books used in factories, mines and rural areas, that's all."
Chapter completed!