Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 407 New Year's Eve
After the car arrived at Hongya, Wan Feng first sent the tape recorder and electronic watch that Xia Qiulong wanted, and then went to He Tao's house to pull the motorcycle.

He Tao prepared eight or nine people here.

In the end, there are more people and more strength, plus Wan Feng himself, more than a dozen people lifted the motorcycle into the tractor's trailer without much effort.

Weired the two rear tires of the motorbike with the bricks he brought, tied a few ropes with a big rope, Wan Feng said goodbye to He Tao and took the motorbike home.

Grandma's house had no place to put this thing, so Wan Feng leaned the motorcycle to the open space outside the gate of Luan Feng's house.

Only her family lives here, and the open space in front of the door can be used for flying planes.

It is not easy to install it on the car, but it is much easier to unload it. After getting the bricks from the weir wheel, three or four people threw the motorcycle to the ground.

Luan Feng took her group of brightly colored women's soldiers out to watch the fun, and there was a debate about what kind of car it was.

This motorcycle had to be disassembled on a large scale. The cab of the motorcycle had to be sheet metal and welded, and the small bucket at the back was also trimmed.

Of course, it mainly depends on whether the set of engine and transmission can still work. If it can't work, it is a pile of waste.

If it can't be repaired well, then sell it, and you will only lose a few dollars.

It's a fool's job to repair the car outside in the freezing weather. Taking advantage of the high temperature at noon, Wan Feng took an hour to dismantle the carport and the car body.

Regardless of whether the engine can be used or not, it must be disassembled for maintenance.

The engine was disassembled and carried by Wan Feng and Yang Qilang to Luan Feng's house and placed in a corner.

In the future, Wan Feng will study this stuff in the future.

In Wan Feng's memory, New Year's Day in [-] was a peaceful and ordinary festival that did not leave much impression on people, but at this time, looking at the heavy snow all over the sky, Wan Feng had the feeling of living in a fantasy world.

It stands to reason that there shouldn't be such a snowflake as big as a five-cent silver coin in southern Liaoning. Even in Xiaoxing'an Mountains, Longjiang, Wanfeng's hometown, such heavy snow is not often seen.

The New Year's Day in [-] came quietly in this heavy snow.

The heavy snow fell until the afternoon of January [-]st, covering the mountains, rivers and villages with white veils.

At this time, Wan Feng became somewhat normal, and he seemed to be no different from the other children. The children in every household in this area were making snowmen, and they competed to see who made the most similar and largest snowmen.

Of course he has no opponents. He spent an hour building two big snowmen in front of his grandma's house. The scale is unmatched by other children.

The snowman that Cong Xicheng built with the help of his three older sisters was not as big as Wan Feng's. He was so angry that his cheeks bulged like cow eggs.

The appearance of other people's snowmen is almost all facial makeup, but he uses two Ye Liangchen's heads to represent the difference.

One is domineering and the other is contemptuous of everything.

Luan Feng gave all her little friends a vacation yesterday afternoon and also gave herself a vacation, and went to Wanfeng's grandma's house to build a snowman.

Luan Feng, who usually had a lively family, didn't feel lonely, but after everyone went home today, she suddenly found that she was the only one left at home.

The damned little monster is gone too.

So by going to see her grandma, she ran to see where the little monster went, and didn't want to see Wan Feng at the door of the house, Cong Xicheng, blacksmith and a group of children competing to build a snowman.

This guy made her happy, wearing her red ski jacket and a white scarf, and flew over like a butterfly.

With Luan Feng's diligent help, one of Ye Liangchen's heads fell to the ground and shattered.

Cong Xicheng immediately let out a laugh like an iron pot.

Wan Feng looked at Luan Feng with a bad look.

"Hey, don't you just lose one head, let's make another one."

After being busy for a while, the two Ye Liangchens can now hold their heads high.

Seeing that Wan Feng made two Ye Liangchens with slanted eyes and disdainful expressions, she also wanted to get two such snowmen in front of her house.

"Can you make two for me?"

"Won't you go back and pile it up yourself?"

"What do you mean I piled it up myself if you weren't there?"

Luan Feng showed this expression of pretending to be pitiful again, making herself charming and pitiful.

Since when did this guy have the talent for acting?Just relying on this talent to pack it up, it is guaranteed to be better than those flowers in later generations who can only count Arabic numerals with pouty lips and eyes.

The showman's performance is a success, and someone is finally tricked by her into building a snowman.

When the snowman was piled up, night had already come. With the help of the lights in Luanfeng's house, two people made the final shape for the snowman. It was also Ye Liangchen, but this time Ye Liangchen's expression changed, one was arrogant and the other was silent.

"From now on, I will represent arrogance, and you will represent silence."

After Luan Feng finished speaking, she wrote two characters on the chests of the two snowmen, writing Feng arrogantly and Feng silently.

Then I circled the snowman twice, with a very satisfied expression.

After the snowman was finished, the two of them seemed to have nothing to do.

"Let's go for a walk, I've never walked outside on a snowy night before."

Strolling outside on a snowy night?She must have been dazed or that nerve in her head was miswired again.

If you don't consider the temperature factor, it is a very romantic thing for couples to walk in the snow on a snowy night.

But just thinking about romance is an idiot's behavior. If they walk for a long time in the temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, they might become snowmen themselves just after they finished making snowmen.

Although the snow had stopped, the sky did not clear up, and there was not a single star to be seen. The gloomy sky seemed to be brewing the next conspiracy.

Wan Feng is not going to go crazy with Luan Feng, if she has a big head, he must not have a big head, otherwise he won't be able to live well in the future.

Just when Wan Feng was about to use some excuse to refuse, Luan Feng's mother's voice came from the yard.

"Little ghost, come in for me to eat, dare to go out for a walk in heavy snow to see if I don't beat you to death!"

Luan Feng's mother just came out to ask them to go back to eat, and when she heard that her daughter was going out for a walk, she immediately became angry.

Luan Feng made a grimace and had to drag Wan Feng back to the house for dinner, leaving behind the two snowmen who had just piled up to solidify each other.

Although New Year's Day is not as valued by rural people as New Year's Eve, it is still very different from usual.

Luan Feng's mother cooked a chicken stew, of course with mushrooms, pork stewed vermicelli, a cabbage stir-fried meat, and a plate of stewed fish.

This dinner was quite sumptuous for the countryside at that time.

"Wan Feng bought the chicken and pork from the county seat, and the fish was sent by my sister, ah! The only thing we produce together is a cabbage!"

"Rice can't stop your mouth, eat!" Luan Feng's mother put a bowl of rice in front of Luan Feng, and gave her daughter a blank look.

Luan Feng laughed heartlessly, and took a piece of chicken for Wan Feng.

Originally, Wan Feng didn't plan to eat here. Although no one knew about the matter between him and Luan Feng after all, it was a matter of no name and no distinction. Although he came almost every day, he went to Luan Feng's dinner table to face the future. My father-in-law and mother-in-law are still a little embarrassed.

But Luan Fengsi held him tight and refused to let go, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the table.

　It's three o'clock!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)