Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 558 Single Cell Thinking
It's not that Wan Feng didn't think about making electric fans in the past, but he didn't think about it because the conditions were not good, mainly because they couldn't make some electronic components.

He has a lot of things in his head, but it is not easy to produce a lot of things, because it requires a system.

For example, computers and mobile phones, you just know how they work, but how do you make them?There are some things in it that you simply cannot produce.

Don't say that they are the ones who put out these concepts now, and they can't match the parts inside even if they look at the whole country.

This requires a gradual process.

Even if he can now remember the winning numbers of all the big prizes in his previous life, and remember those big bull stocks in every bull market, what is the use?
It will take more than ten years for the lottery to appear, and the stock market is still whirling in the sky. Is it useful?

Electric fans have been produced by several manufacturers in China since the 60s. For example, there are fans of brands such as Bat and Watson appearing on the market.

The electric fan back then was almost a lump of iron. An electric fan weighed more than 50 kilograms, and the cost was too high.

Now that he has an injection molding machine, many parts in the electric fan can be replaced by plastics, which will greatly reduce the weight and reduce the cost, and he remembered where he can buy some parts, so he remembered that he could use them. The stuff came out.

He doesn't think about those unrealistic things now, he just makes things that can be produced under the current conditions, even if the products are relatively simple.

Yan Wu, Yan Wu, singing together to create a feeling of love...

80s is a commercial song resounding all over China. Wan Feng is deeply impressed. Of course he wants to keep such a famous brand as his own. As for the Yancheng Radio Factory, they can find another name.

Four of the five tractors manufactured in this batch were sold, and the first stop was a small victory.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as the first step is taken, the next step may be a brighter future.

At noon, Wan Feng went to Luan Feng's house for lunch, and then lay down on the kang and began to scribble.

At first, I purposefully drew various shapes of tractors and some styles of sports shoes and sportswear. Later, I didn’t even know what I drew. Anyway, I drew a lot of messy things.

When Luan Feng came into the house from the workshop to look for things in the middle of the afternoon, she saw Wan Feng lying on the drawing paper on a kang and fell asleep.

Saliva flowed out of the old man.

Luan Feng looked at Wan Feng, who was sleeping soundly with his hands on his head, with distressed eyes, and his eye circles turned red.

Don't look at her being careless, but she clearly knows how big this little man's ambition is and how much pressure is in his heart.

If there was no pressure, why would he bother running around all day long? He devoted himself to doing many things that shouldn't have been done by him.

Among the 14 or 40-year-old boys in the village, none of them played heartlessly with cats and dogs all day long. He was the only one who used his [-]-year-old to care for his [-]-year-old heart.

I don't know what he's planning, as long as the money is enough to spend, does he still want to move the bank?

It is said that men worry too early, and they will be bald when they grow old. Will he have no hair on his head in the future?

The hair on the head has fallen out, will the hair in other places also fall out?
Oh, how ugly it is to be naked!It's better to be as dense as it is now.

Thinking of this, Luan Feng's eyes were no longer red, but her face was red instead. God knows where she thought.

Luan Feng grabbed a pillow, picked up Wan Feng's head and stuffed it under his head, and then pulled a blanket to cover Wan Feng's body.

Then carefully put away the messy things drawn by Wan Feng one by one.

She knew that what looked like scribbles might at some point turn into a project that would create some incredible fortunes.

What are these paintings?

These are sportswear, these are shoes, they should be considered as sneakers as he said.

This is a tractor, a very streamlined tractor. It seems to be much better looking and bigger than the tractors sold by the machinery factory.

This is a tape recorder, much larger than the brick player she is using now, like a small cabinet.

There is also a thing with a round head, which is an electric fan, I remembered.

These are things she knows, and there are some things she doesn't know, such as this thing that looks like a bicycle, but it seems to be different from a bicycle, as if it doesn't have pedals.

There is also a tricycle, but it is obviously different from the three-wheeled one Wan Feng rides.

There were also some things she didn't know what they were at all, and she couldn't guess them even if she guessed them.

Guessing things is not her strong point, so she won't waste that brain.

The little villain can think of anything and can think of it, why should she waste that energy?
He is responsible for making it, and she is responsible for watching and using it.

What a wonderful world it is.

"boom!"

It seemed that I was thinking too much about something, and my head hit the wall.

After Luan Feng rubbed her head and giggled, she found Wan Feng tilted his head and looked at her like an idiot.

"The wall is stronger or your head is stronger? Why don't I understand, what is the experience of hitting my head against the wall?"

"You just hit your head against the wall, aren't you thinking about something?"

"Bump your head against the wall when you think about something? Is there still such a way to develop intelligence?"

"It's all your fault for drawing so many messy things."

Luan Feng put on her shoes on the ground, packed the paintings into the cabinet, made a face at Wan Feng and went out.

Wan Feng yawned and turned over. He thought he had to sleep for a while, but he didn't seem to sleep well.

Tonight's movie was moved to Waqian, after dinner Luan Feng took a group of her men to watch the movie.

Wan Feng didn't want to go at first, it's just a matter of watching the movie once, and it's not interesting to watch the same content over and over again.

But being forced by Luan Feng, he still went. Fortunately, he arrived just a few steps behind the depression.

"Ice popsicle, popsicle, do you buy popsicles?"

Not far from the pit, Jiang Jun's sullen voice came from his ears.

I said why I didn't see the shadow of this product after the holiday. It turned out that this summer was full of popsicles.

In the next second, Jiang Jun pushed Wan Feng's original bicycle and came to Wan Feng's group with a box on it.

Wan Feng took out a dollar from his pocket and threw it on Jiang Jun's popsicle box: "Give me twenty."

Jiang Jun saw that it was Wan Feng: "What money do you give back for eating popsicles? No need..."

"Stop talking nonsense, sir, do you miss your dollar? If you have money, you will be self-willed!"

Jiang Jun put away the money angrily, and if he is numb and has money, he will be a uncle for others?

Although I thought so in my heart, but my hands were unambiguous, and I took out twenty popsicles in a hurry.

"If you want to eat, take it yourself, why don't you wait for me to deliver it to you?"

There were eleven of Luan Feng's people, including herself, and half of the twenty popsicles went down in the blink of an eye.

　Thanks to OLDBUDDY and the oath slip, and their respective rewards of [-] coins!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)