Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 Now that I have a local area network, do you want Qin Guanghui to develop a few online games to play?

　　 Too complicated to develop, develop a mahjong chess...

　　If these guys are developed to play mahjong and poker online every day, then nothing else.

　　 But the development of that is also a must for installation.

　　 Wanfeng described the development prospects of this chat software to Xu Meilin. If this software can express emotions and transfer files, it will also be able to play videos, play movies, and take photos in the future.

　　 After all, Xu Meilin can talk about this software now.

　　 Xu Meilin was dumbfounded, she didn't know that such a small thing that Wan Feng let her tinker with had such a wonderful prospect.

　　 From this day on, every Huaguang computer and ideal computer sold has a cute little panda icon on the desktop.

　　 But every user who buys a computer doesn't know what this little panda is for. It was not known what this little panda was for until the Internet was opened a few years later.

　　Wan Feng was worried about whether Zhang Xuan would go tonight when she got off work. To avoid suspicion, she hadn't been to Wanfeng's house for more than a week.

　　 When he returned home, Wan Feng saw that only his mother was burning in the kitchen in front of the stove.

　　 "Mom! Where is Luan Feng?"

　　 "Teach your son literacy upstairs!"

　　 "Literacy? Playing the piano indiscriminately."

　　 A certain woman didn't know that the string in her head was misplaced again, and she taught her son literacy seriously at home.

　　 The little guy looked sad and desperate. Seeing Wanfeng come back, he wanted to cheer, but he looked at his mother very worriedly.

　　 did not dare to take the opportunity to escape.

　　 "I didn't even graduate from middle school and taught my son?" Wan Feng bluntly attacked Luan Feng's enthusiasm.

　　 "I can't study well because I can't study well by myself, and my son can't study well." Luan Feng is confident.

　　 "Why did you not study well in the first place?"

　　 "Didn't I finish reading!"

　　 "Why didn't you finish your reading? You can't open the pot at home? Or did your parents force you to go to the team to earn work points? Nothing, then why didn't you finish?"

　　 "What would you like to eat tonight?" Luan Feng began to think about him.

　　 Wan Zhongyang secretly got out of bed and prepared to escape.

　　 As long as you escape to the first floor and get to Grandpa, everything will be fine.

　　 But going down the stairs is a problem, he dare not go down the stairs.

　　 "Come on! Son, don't listen to your mother's nonsense, we are not yet in school, we will wait for another three or four years to study again."

　　 A child who was only two years old in September, has a lack of memory. The book you told him to read, we are a little monster and not a little child prodigy.

　　 It’s better to teach him to lay out blocks if he has the skills to teach him literacy.

　　 It's May, the weather has warmed up, and Wan Chongyang's clothes are gradually becoming thinner. Wan Feng is holding him with joy, and his little hands naturally rushed to Lao Tzu's ears.

　　 "Punch Laozi's ears and spank again!" Wan Feng pretended to scare.

　　 Wan Zhong smiled quackly, repeating Wan Feng's words: "Spanking!"

　　 "Who spanked?"

　　 Wan Chongyang didn't say anything, he looked at Wan Feng and then at his mother behind him.

　　 It is obvious that these two people cannot be beaten temporarily.

　　 "Spank Grandpa."

　　 This rebellious thing, you don't need to say spanking yourself, but you hit Grandpa with your idea. This must be beaten.

　　 Wanfeng stretched out his hand and patted his son's ass, but he clapped and laughed.

　　 When I got downstairs, my mother had already cooked the food.

　　 "No wonder you ran upstairs to teach your son to read, because you were too lazy to cook and let Mom do it."

　　 "Don't talk nonsense, Fenger only went up when he was done."

　　 Then Wanfeng has nothing to say.

　　 Dinner is very common. The staple food is steamed buns and rice, two dishes, one fried with green pepper and one stewed fish.

　　 Wan Chongyang is fed by grandma, and the rice is eaten with gusto.

　　 After eating, Wanfeng carried his child and walked down to Wang Chunjiang's air pump factory.

　　The workers have already left work, and the air pump factory seems unusually quiet because the machines stop.

Wang Chunjiang and his brother-in-law are squatting and chatting at the intersection outside the gate of the gas pump factory and the cement road.

　　 Seeing Wan Feng holding the child, Wang Chunjiang stood up and stretched out his hands: "Let's hug my uncle."

　　 Wan Zhongyang turned his face and clasped Wan Feng's neck, giving Wang Chunjiang a backbone.

　　 "This little guy has a tough temper."

　　 Wanfeng sat down on a rock by the side of the road and put Wan Chongyang between his legs.

　　 "How many people come from the auto parts factory?"

　　 Hongya City Auto Parts Factory is still yellow, and all personnel have been laid off.

　　 Many companies in this batch of Hongya have almost closed down, and it is estimated that there are nearly 10,000 laid-off workers.

　　 Probably the only company that has not shut down is the diesel engine and the steel plant. Even the fertilizer plant that was built at the same time as the steel plant is half dead.

　　Wanfeng still doesn't understand why these companies have closed their doors in the past two years, and some companies are not unable to survive.

　　 Fortunately, in Hongya, Heijiao Development Zone and Jiangwei Industrial Zone, these laid-off workers have some skills, and many of them have been taken in by these companies.

　　 This is a blessing in misfortune.

　　 These laid-off people at least still have a bowl of rice to eat.

　　 Wang Chunjiang immediately took all laid-off workers from the auto parts factory to his small factory, and it has been more than a month.

　　 "There are more than 110 in total, except for those who didn't work well before the mischief, I took the rest. After being laid off, there is no work, so I can still go to the street for three rounds."

　　 The three-wheel drive used to be a scene in Hongya~www.ltnovel.com~ Because the city of Hongya has no public buses or taxis, these three-wheeled manpower have become the main force of urban circulation.

　　About half of the laid-off workers in the past two years have started this kind of livelihood.

　　 Pull a person no matter where the destination is, it is a dollar, and you can spend fifteen or six yuan a day.

　　 "You also picked up the equipment from the original factory?"

Wang Chunjiang shook his head: "I didn't take it. I really look down on those broken beds. They are too old and too backward. I took over all the air pumps from the original parts factory. These people from the auto parts factory are now doing it. In the past, those pumps were very happy when they paid them the first month, but they were generally more than two hundred to three hundred yuan."

　　 The current monthly salary of ordinary workers of Jiangwei’s generation is between four and five hundred.

　　 The original salary of the parts factory was two to three hundred yuan, so it was naturally not as high as Jiangwei’s salary.

　　 From Wang Chunjiang's expression, he also seemed very happy.

　　It is a happy thing to be able to help others after all.

　　 Except for some people who live in Beishan who live here, even those who live in Hongya City commute by bicycle in summer.

　　 These workers from the auto parts factory are familiar with the products. As long as they adapt to the equipment in the Wang Chunjiang factory, the original products are seamlessly connected, and they don’t even need the learning period.