Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 6 The First Investment

Wan Feng actually doesn't like fighting, no matter in the previous life or this life.

In his previous life, he was cowardly and timid by nature, but in this life it was because of psychological reasons.

After all, although he looks like a child on the outside, he is an adult on the inside. Is it reasonable to fight with children every day?

Although he was opposed to fighting in his heart, he did not reject fighting.

Who made him a child now.

He knew that fighting was an integral part of a boy's life, a compulsory course.From sensible to adult, if a person does not go through dozens of battles in the middle, his life is basically a failure.

Even if you haven't hit others, at least you have been beaten by others.

If any boy dares to pat his chest and say that he has never fought a war since he was a child, Wan Feng will definitely put a hat on him, and the word "stupid" must be written on it.

According to the authentic routine of the northerners, the next dialogue between the two sides is like this.

"You try to beat me up?"

"Just try it, which one are you?" The other party was unequivocal.

This question cannot be answered truthfully. To tell the truth would be stupid. Just as Wan Feng was about to be sloppy, he didn't want to interject from Luan Feng's side: "We are from the bottom."

Wan Feng was dumbfounded.

The head of this prodigal girl seems to need repairing, how can this be telling the truth?What nonsense!
Wan Feng really wanted to kick her into the Yina River and let her be with Wang Ba.

"Wahou dares to go to Xiaogushan to put up a cow pen, and tell you that Xiaogushan is under my Xiao Jun's feet."

Who did you learn this from?You, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man, dare to blow such a powerful pen!Still stepping on the little lonely mountain?I intend to trample you underfoot.

Wait, Xiao Jun!
It turned out that this guy was such a bear when he was young!

Xiao Jun's name, Wan Feng, is still known. After more than ten years, this guy will be very famous in the tens of miles from Gushan to Qingshan Town in the northeast.

Qingshan Town is not the kind of town that was changed from a certain township to a town in the later period. It is an authentic town with almost the same level as the county seat.

But that was more than ten years later, so Wan Feng naturally didn't need to give him any face.

"Shao Bibi, hurry up if you want to do it, I still have to buy books after the fight!"

At this point language has been abandoned like snot, and both sides intend to go straight to the fight.

The two faced each other like bulls, and the next moment there was a tendency to start a war.

Seeing that the two little bastards were about to engage in martial arts, the middle-aged female salesperson who had always been listless stood up.

"Children are not allowed to fight. If you want to fight, fight outside. If you guys don't want to buy books, make room for the people who buy books."

The other party reluctantly hid aside and looked at Wan Feng angrily.

"Aren't you from Wahou? You wait! I'll wait for you by the river, and I'll see how good you are."

"Poop as you like. If you like to wait, you can wait. I promise to arrive after buying the book."

With a wave of his hand, the other party took his group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals away aggressively.

Luan Feng was already trembling. Although she was a little lawless, she was a girl after all, especially if she was still out of town. It would be a lie if she wasn't afraid.

Wan Feng didn't care at all. He pointed to the comic books on the counter and said to the salesperson, "Take out every comic book that costs seven to nine cents."

The salesperson frowned and looked at Wan Feng: "Little friend, do you have money? If you don't have money, you can't watch it."

Wan Feng took out two banknotes with a female tractor driver drawn on them from his pocket and slapped them on the counter, very imposing.

One of the two coins belonged to Wan Feng himself, and the other belonged to his sister Wan Fang.

Wan Feng promised to buy children's books to read, so his sister gave him the lucky money.

The salesperson looked at the two dollars and then at Wan Feng: "My kid, where did you get the money? Did you steal it from home?"

At that time, not to mention children, many adults might not be able to spend two dollars on them.

Wan Feng was speechless, I use money to buy things, why do you care where my money comes from?Even if it is stolen, it is guaranteed not to be stolen from your home.

Luan Feng was in a hurry to clean up his mouth again: "He just came back from Longjiang, and his mother gave everyone one yuan for the new year's money during the Chinese New Year."

"Then how many children are there in your family?" The salesperson seemed uneasy.

It's a waste of talent for this gossip-loving Sanba not to go to the police station to work as a policeman.

"Auntie! Does this have anything to do with my buying a comic book?" Wan Feng asked seriously.

"Of course it matters. If you don't explain the source of the money, I won't sell it to you."

It's not the day of the dog yet!I trade with money and you trade at equivalent value with commodities, but you don't sell them to me!
The disadvantages of the planned economy were revealed in front of Wan Feng.

"Three, a younger brother and a younger sister." In order to buy children's books smoothly, Wan Feng had no choice but to answer honestly.

"Really?" Auntie the salesperson was dubious.

"Really, his younger brother is ten years old, and his younger sister is seven years old." Luan Feng's mouth leaked out all the secrets of Wanfeng's family like a whirlwind.

Wan Feng slammed Luan Feng's face hard with his big white eyes.

"Can you die if you don't speak?"

Luan Feng made a grimace.

This time the salesperson had no doubts, and bent down to pick up children's books from the counter.

Hush, huh, huh, a lot of the same book was picked out.

At that time, the most common price of villain books was nine cents, the lowest price was seven cents, and the highest price was ten cents.

Wan Feng carefully selected one by one, while calculating the price in his mind.

Luan Feng's two paws were not idle pawing at this book and that book, turning two pages in one book and two pages in the other, it was considered a dry addiction.

Most of these comic books are based on historical themes, such as Du Shiniang, Fan Lihua, Cai Wenji, etc., especially the Three Kingdoms.

There are several versions of the Three Kingdoms-themed villain books, and at most one version has more than [-] copies in a set.

These are not the scope of Wan Feng's choice. He mainly chooses modern warfare themes, such as Chicken Feather Letters, Tunnel Warfare, Who Is No. 18, and the Earth Cannon Brigade.

Pick out one and put it next to it, and soon he picked out 25 children's books.

Fourteen of the 25 children's books are priced at seven cents, five are priced at eight cents, and the remaining six are priced at nine cents.

He didn't buy any of them for more than ten cents.

Too high a cost is not conducive to turnover.

"Okay, Auntie! That's all, 25 copies, one dollar and ninety-two cents, and you have to give me eight cents."

The salesperson added the children's books selected by Wan Feng with an abacus, and the number was exactly the same as Wan Feng's calculation.

"Wow! Kid, you're good at math. What grade are you in?"

"Five years, the second half of the year will be six years."

"You are in the fifth grade at such a young age? How old are you?"

Wan Feng turned a cloth bag sewn from small rags from behind, put the children's books into it one by one, and answered while loading: "13 years old."

After packing up the children's books, Wan Feng and Luan Feng walked out of Xiaogushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

(End of this chapter)