Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 694 Another woman who wants to be a young man
Zhang Xuan did the right thing. All the time she and Wan Feng had known each other did not exceed one day. Of course, she couldn't just accept Wan Feng's things because they were not relatives.

Wan Feng didn't say anything more.

Zhang Xuan reluctantly left the clothing counter, and the two wandered around the store for a while.

"Go to the bookstore." Zhang Xuan suggested.

For the students of that era, the bookstore was almost a must-go place, even if you didn’t buy a book to look at the cover, you could read it for hours.

"Okay!" Wan Feng nodded in agreement, anyway, he was just trying to kill himself, and it didn't matter to him where he went.

The two came down from the third floor of the store and walked out of the store.

"Electronic watch, electronic watch, do you want an electronic watch?"

As soon as he left the store, Wan Feng heard someone calling for electronic watches.

On the left is a young man standing against the wall of the department store, surrounded by several people.

"How much?" asked a peasant-looking man.

"Sixty, the same price."

Hold the grass, are electronic watches still so expensive here in Wu County?On the other side of the red cliff, it has dropped to about thirty.

"It's too expensive." The farmer-looking man said and turned to leave.

"Brother, can you make it cheaper? If it's cheaper, I'll buy one piece with this elder brother, what do you think?" At this time, a young man in a white shirt and blue pants came on stage and at the same time stretched out his hand to hold the farmer who was about to leave. people.

The electronic watch seller pondered for two seconds: "55, it can't be cheaper, this is the lowest price."

The young man in the white shirt glanced at the farmer and said again: "Fifty, let's buy one piece each, what do you think, big brother?"

The farmer-looking man seemed to be hesitant: "Fifty is a bit expensive."

"I'll lose fifty, and I can't sell it." Selling the electronic watch hesitantly said.

The young man in the white shirt took two watches from the seller of electronic watches: "What do you pay for? I don't know that you guys who are in business want nothing. The price is 48! We want it." He said and put a watch on. After taking pictures of people who look like farmers, I started to pay for it myself.

The peasant-looking man hesitated for a moment, then also took out the money.

Wan Feng shook his head and pulled Zhang Xuan, who was watching the fun, down the steps.

As soon as Zhang Xuan got off the steps, he shook off Wan Feng's hand, and said with a blushing face, "Don't take girls' hands casually."

"Ah! It's your hand! I thought I caught a piece of pork, it's so hot!"

"You... you are a pork!" Zhang Xuan's face became even redder.

"Not pork? It really feels exactly the same as pork."

"You said it!"

Zhang Xuan looked shy, and waved his hand to pat Wan Feng, but he waved his hand but didn't dare to take it down.

"It really looks like a pig... Did the electronic watch seller see any tricks just now?" The two walked across the intersection to the bookstore opposite.

"Is there any way, isn't it just that someone bought two electronic watches for 48 yuan?"

"Actually, that person just sold a watch, and the young man in the white shirt is the trustee."

"Thor? What is Tor?"

"It's the person who helps fool people. The young man in the white shirt is in the same group as selling electronic watches, and they specialize in fooling people."

This phenomenon still surprised Wan Feng, and all of them came out now!It might be normal in the south, but this is the northernmost border town, so it seems a little early for Tuo to appear here.

Zhang Xuan is still confused about the word entrust, which is not surprising, anyone on the street will be dizzy and unaware of the word entrust now.

In the 80s, the people in Xinhua Bookstore were no less than those in department stores. The entire lobby on the first floor was full of people, bustling with each other.

Zhang Xuan was more interested in magazines than other books, so he went directly to the magazine area.

Wan Feng thought that she would be interested in the newly launched fashion magazine, but who would have thought that this guy actually asked for a copy of Northern Literature.

Could it be that she also has the tendency to be a literary youth?
It seems that she has no specialty in this area at school.

"I just love to read novels. I like to read all kinds of novels. Lying in bed at night and reading novels is the happiest thing for me."

It is not a good thing to love reading novels. If you love more, you want to write, and you will naturally become a literary youth.

However, Wan Feng felt that Zhang Xuan's hobby was worthy of support. Reading at home was better than hanging out on the street.

"Give me a magazine like fiction." Wan Feng said to the salesperson at the counter.

"Do you want to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, I can't show it to you." The salesperson thought Wan Feng's teasing cough was for nothing.

"Of course I bought it, as long as it's literature."

The salesperson hurriedly picked out a large stack of magazines from the counter, there were almost twenty of them.

These large-scale publications such as "October" and "Harvest" cost one yuan, and other publications such as "Shanhua", "Sprout" and "Yalu River" cost more than [-] cents a book, and a few thicker ones are about [-] cents.

There are four large-scale publications in this stack of magazines, and the rest are small and medium-sized literary publications.

These books cost a total of more than twelve dollars.

Zhang Xuan didn't bring a schoolbag, Wan Feng had no choice but to pack these books into his own schoolbag, and then sent them to Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan was still surprised. Wan Feng bought a stack of books for more than ten yuan at once, which made her a little unacceptable. This was the first time she saw someone buy books like this.

"Stupid? Let me lend you these books first, including this schoolbag, and return them to me when school starts."

It was originally intended to be given to her, but after thinking about it, I was afraid that she would not dare to accept it, so I had to lend it to her first.

Seeing that Wan Feng had spent more than ten yuan on books, Zhang Xuanwen felt distressed when he heard that these books were lent to her, and the regret in his heart was immediately replaced by joy.

So many books are enough for her to read for a long time.

Seeing that it was already noon, Wan Feng proposed to have dinner.

"Why don't you go to my house to eat?" Zhang Xuan said hesitantly.

"Pull it down, I don't want to be seen by your mother as a son-in-law."

"You have a good idea!" Zhang Xuan said shyly.

After leaving the bookstore, Wan Feng took Zhang Xuanguai into the Yingbin Hotel.

There were still a lot of people in the restaurant at noon, Wan Feng occupied a seat and asked Zhang Xuan to wait here.

Wan Feng ordered four dishes: Shredded Pork with Beijing Sauce, Dry Fried Pork Loin, Stewed Aohua, and Chowder.

After Wan Feng brought the dishes back, Zhang Xuan's eyes stopped rolling. This guy ordered so many dishes, can he eat it?

Besides, these dishes are hard goods, so I’m afraid they cost a few dollars, right?
"Do you eat rice or steamed buns?"

"Big rice."

Steamed buns are not a rare thing here, and I am tired of eating them every day, so Zhang Xuan chose rice.

Wan Feng bought two more bottles of soda, and the two began to eat.

"This shredded pork has to be rolled with tofu skin to get a special taste. It's Aohua, it's the fish in our Longjiang River. It's a random stew. There's everything in it. You're welcome. If you can't eat it, just throw it away."

Wan Feng was afraid that Zhang Xuan would be embarrassed to eat, so he introduced vegetables to her rice bowl.

"I can pinch myself."

"I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed, and you'll say you're hungry when you go home, so eat hard, and we'll waste it if we can't eat."

Even though they ate hard, the two of them didn't wipe out these dishes, and there were still a lot of each one left.

Zhang Xuan looked at the dishes left on the table with regret.

(End of this chapter)