Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 1115 Teaching Others to Pretend to be Pure Girls

Although Chen Dao does not have the title of engineer, in Wan Feng's eyes, he is at the level of an engineer and has leadership skills.

It was not the first time Wan Feng had seen Chen Dao sleeping in a pig's nest, but he had become a Chen Dao full of energy and infinite vitality.

Such a man should not be single.

Wan Feng felt that he should be matched with another half.

There is no such thing as a young lady in society now, Chen Dao can't hold back all the time.

Today he is only 42 years old.

Don't even think about finding a big girl at this age, it should be no problem to find a divorced or widow.

Such a person should not have a home and no woman to care about. Only with a stable home and a woman who knows the cold and hot loves him can his life be filled with sunshine, and only then can he work with peace of mind and exert greater motivation.

Is this selfishness?

Even if it is selfish, it should be.

"You said I'll find you a stepmother, do you have any opinion?"

Looking for a stepmother?

Chen Tianci had never considered this question before, which made him not mentally prepared at all, and he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

In the 80s, people were not so open-minded about remarriage and remarriage, and 90.00% of their children were against it.

"I'm just saying hello to you so you can prepare yourself. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you agree or not. If you dare to object, I'll let Sister Hua'er take care of you. Well, I have to go home for dinner."

If Chen Tianci really dared to object, Wan Feng would definitely let Sister Hua'er take care of him. If Sister Hua'er also objected...

She was right, they were not married, and even if they were married, they had to shut up.

Of course, you can't pick out a woman in the basket just carelessly, and you have to match Chen Dao no matter what, and the two have to get along well.

Wan Feng thought for a long time and there was no such candidate in his mind.

This person is really hard to find, let's put it away for a while.

Wan Feng didn't go anywhere when he returned home on the first day. After dinner, he chatted with his parents at home and then went to bed.

He came back this time mainly for the formal production of motorcycles, so he stayed in the factory except to say hello to his grandfather's house and Luan Feng's house.

The professionalism of the Soviets was admirable, and they put on work clothes and entered the workshop the next day.

The workers in the processing workshop all gathered in the workshop where the machine tools were placed to listen to the class given by the Soviet foreigner.

Facing so many people, especially more than half of them were young people, Liang Bingyu couldn't help feeling flustered.

It was the first time for her to face the gazes of so many men. Although these men's gazes passed over her and then fell on the Soviets, she still felt uncomfortable.

The seven Soviets had a clear division of labor, some were in charge of teaching machine tools, and some were in charge of debugging machine tools.

Of course, all the professors are the knowledge of CNC machine tools, those machine tools that are not CNC have already been understood by Li Da and others like blind people.

Wan Feng went in and listened for a while.

There are only more than ten days until May Day, and the factory is busy inside and outside.

Hundreds of supporting factories are constantly transporting parts into the factory, and the warehouse of the factory is full of these parts.

Now everything is ready, just wait for the whole vehicle to be assembled and rolled off the assembly line on May [-]st.

In fact, before the official assembly of the complete vehicle, the Nanwan factory has already assembled no less than [-] or [-] prototype vehicles.

Each of these prototypes has gone through a variety of high-intensity tests, with a journey of more than 90.00 kilometers, and the most one has run more than [-] kilometers, with a pass rate of over [-]%.

Qi Hong was dressed in work clothes, so she also mixed in the crowd and learned CNC machine tools from the Soviets.

She studied very seriously, and took a small notebook in her hand to quickly record from time to time.

Until now, Wan Feng didn't understand that this woman would like to play with machine tools if the bug in her head had a problem.

This reminded Wan Feng involuntarily of the video of a woman and a machine more than ten years later...

A wretched smile on someone's face.

The Soviet technicians talked for more than an hour, and it was time for a break.

"How are you doing?" Wan Feng asked Qi Hong outside the workshop.

"I have a low level of education, so I don't understand."

"This is easy to handle. Ask more people who understand. You, a girl, will be happy to tell you whoever you ask."

"I think so too."

"Are you still used to living here?"

Although there are not many female workers in the factory, there are some, and most of them are mature female workers recruited from other places.

These female workers live in the dormitory of the factory.

Qi Hong is not alone.

"It's okay, the people in your factory are very warm to others, I feel the warmth of home."

"There are still quite a few guys in our factory. If there is someone you like and is interested in you, there will be one here, and the boss is not young."

Qi Hong is also 23 this year. If she hadn't been fooling around in the past, she might be married now.

"Boss, I don't want to look for it!"

"why?"

"A person like me still expects to find someone."

"Silly! If you don't tell anyone, no one will know. Why don't you look for it?"

"But if there is no such thing on the wedding night, won't it be revealed?"

Wan Feng sighed, even the female hooligans of the 80s were much more honest than those of later generations.

"It's simple. On the night of your wedding, prepare two identical handkerchiefs or white cloths. You can stick some messy blood on one of them. It doesn't need to be too much, just a symbolic amount of sticking. Don't stick anything on the other. Don't let your future man see the bloody one. When the light is on, put the white one on the bed for him to see. After turning off the light, you secretly take out the bloody one and replace it with the white one. Just a clean piece and it's over."

Qi Hong looked at Wan Feng without blinking her eyes: "Boss, how do you understand such things?"

What's so strange about this is that artificial guns will be manufactured in another 20 years.

"Isn't this a lie? If he finds out in the future, won't the family break up?"

It's not easy for Wan Feng to guide this matter, it depends on luck.

The people on Wan Feng's side who knew about Qi Hong's past were Chen Dao and Han Guang's family. Zhang Xian and Zheng Song didn't know much about it. After all, they went late.

The three of Yang Jianguo and the three of Li Mingdou knew that there was nothing to be afraid of, and they would not come to live in Jiangwei, even if they said nothing, they would not come here.

Therefore, as long as Qi Hong doesn't tell others, they really don't necessarily know.

"Or you have to say that you were married and divorced. It's a bit more aboveboard, but ordinary guys may not accept it, unless you find someone who is a little older and can't find a wife."

At this moment, Chen Dao's shadow suddenly flashed in Wan Feng's head, the two of them...

This is ridiculous, they are 20 years old, to be exact, 19 years old, this distance is a bit far.

"Oh! Let's talk about it later."

"Do it well, as long as you can forget the past, I believe someone will find you."

"Well! I promise to do a good job. You are full of vigor here. I think I will do a good job."

What Qi Hong said was true.

(End of this chapter)