Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

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After dinner, Wan Feng rode his bicycle out of the depression and went all the way south through Xiaoshutun and southeast through a small hill and a forest to a village.

This is the Zhou family team located in the southeast of the Jiangwei team.

It is less than seven o'clock in the evening, although the sun has already sunk into the bosom of Xishan, but the afterglow still makes the earth in the last light of this day.

There are villagers enjoying the coolness under the big trees in front of or behind many houses.

Wan Feng stopped in a small circle enjoying the cool air.

"Master! Where does Liu Shengan's family live?" Wan Feng asked an old man who was enjoying the shade.

"who are you?"

"I'm his classmate."

"You go straight along this street to the east, and then to the south. His house is in the southeast corner of the village, and the lonely family there is his house."

After Wan Feng thanked him, he went all the way to the southeast corner of Zhou's house, and he saw a lonely four-room house here.

There were two people in their 50s and [-]s sitting at the door, but there was no sign of Liu Shengan.

"Uncle! Is this Liu Sheng'an's house?"

"Yes! Who are you?"

"I'm from Wahou, I'm Liu Shengan's classmate, what about him?"

"Who knows where he went, he hasn't come back for two days."

Wan Feng was deeply disappointed when he arrived, he guessed that the bastard hadn't been back in Suitun or Putun these two days.

"What are you looking for?" Liu Sheng'an's mother asked.

"Don't do anything, when Liu Sheng'an comes back, tell him that his classmate Wan Feng has come to look for him."

Even if I can't find you, I will also leave a shadow in your heart and make you worry for a while.

After finishing speaking, Wan Feng turned around and hurried home while it was still dark.

After arriving home, Wan Feng put down his bicycle and came to Luan Feng's home with a small bag in his pocket. Luan Feng was tying insoles on the sewing machine. She had already made more than ten pairs of insoles, and she didn't know where she got the cloth ends.

After all, women are careful, Luan Feng saw a scar on Wan Feng's face at a glance.

"What happened to your face?" After speaking, he reached out his hand to Wan Feng's face.

"Touch it, it's okay." Wan Feng avoided Luan Feng's hand.

"Really?"

"You don't believe me?"

"Do not believe!"

Wan Feng took the fabric out of the small bag and put it on the kang where Luan Feng slept.

"Make a dress for my grandma. I brought the fabric and you can measure it at my grandma's house."

Sure enough, Luan Feng's attention immediately shifted to the fabric, and she opened the fabric happily: "Good material, I've never seen such material before, hey! What's the matter with this white cloth and these two sweaters? "

There were also two pieces of thread clothes and a piece of white cloth sandwiched in the large caramel-colored cloth.

Wan Feng took the two sweaters and looked back at the outer room.

"One of these two sweaters belongs to my aunt and the other is whose guess?"

The blue waves in Luan Feng's eyes immediately turned into a bend of autumn water, and autumn spinach was about to come out of his eyes.

Of course it's hers.

"This piece of white cloth is used to decorate the armbands. Your master must have never taught you this. Let me tell you how to do it and where to sew it." Wan Feng hurriedly interrupted. Seeing Luan Feng's appearance, if she doesn't interrupt, maybe she will go next. He rushed over and threw himself into his arms.

These days, this woman always wants to plot against him and take advantage of him, and she hardly thinks about the consequences when she does things, she is really daring to do it, if she really does something, it will be fine if her mother sees her.

Sportswear hadn't yet emerged at the time, and Wan Feng thought of sewing two white stripes on the arms of these two sweaters when he was selling the sweaters.

According to Wan Feng's instructions, Luan Feng quickly cut out eight strips of white cloth from the three-inch white cloth.

"Would it look good if you sew it on your arm? Will people say it's Dai Xiao?"

What kind of substance is Luan Feng's brain circuit composed of?Why don't you always agree with others?What does this have to do with Dai Xiao?

"Your thoughts are as clear as Yinahe. How did you get in touch with Dai Xiao? The white one is Dai Xiao? Who made the rules?"

Luan Feng giggled, and while laughing, sewed the white stripes to the outside of the arm of the linen from the shoulder to the wrist.

Due to lack of proficiency, one of the leucorrhea was tied sideways, so Luan Feng had to take it off and tie it again.

When a piece of clothing was sewn, Luan Feng tried it on in front of the mirror, which frightened herself.

In the mirror, not only was she beautiful, she was even more heroic through the rendering of her clothes. It seemed that her body was emitting a magnificent light, and she looked a little better than before.

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Luan Feng seemed to fall in love with the mirror all of a sudden, looking left and right, the people in the mirror blushed.

This guy is not in love with the mirror, is he?

She looked at herself in the mirror and then at Wan Feng: "Does it look good?"

"Very good-looking." Wan Feng said honestly, Luan Feng's natural clothes look good on anything.

Luan Feng smiled charmingly at Wan Feng: "I think your head is very clear, how did you think of sewing two bars here? Why do you have so many messy thoughts?"

"I like to daydream more, so I have so many strange ideas because of my wild thoughts." Wan Feng said nonsense in a serious manner.

Luan Feng immediately turned around and sewed out another thread dress, and put it on and made gestures.

"Which one do you think I should wear?"

Wan Feng thought carefully for a tenth of a second: "Tianlan, you are empty and burning, if you wear red, you will probably go to heaven. Wearing sky blue will appear stable, giving people a sense of tranquility, far-reaching, Feeling shy, so I suggest you wear blue."

"You are the only one who is on fire, and you are the only one who goes to heaven." Luan Feng gave Wan Feng a white look, but obediently put away the sky blue dress.

"Now let's talk about my grandma's clothes, which are going to be made like this."

Wan Feng drew on a piece of paper the clothes he needed for the elderly women.

"The collar should be a small round neck, the front should be double-breasted, and the buttons should be hand-knitted. I don't think you can knit."