The sunset is setting, and today is a rare and good weather. Fire clouds are hanging in the sky, and the sunset is red, guiding the working people on their way home!

A pair of young officials left and drove a second-hand jeep with a high chassis. It was originally a military vehicle and could only be configured at the county or above. However, it is the commune period, so the following is not so clear. Moreover, if you want to go to the countryside, only jeeps are more suitable for rural roads, because the shape of the jeep is similar to off-road and it is not easy to chuck on bad roads.

At this time, there were only a few cars produced by China themselves, including Hongqi, Jeep, Magic City SH760 sedan, Magic City 581 tricycle, Yanjing BJ130 brain truck, and Yiqi Jiefang truck. Of course, there are motorcycles, bicycles, and passenger trucks.

BJ's brain and Jiefang Card are both classic freight truck shapes, and the appearance of the truck for thirty years has not changed much.

The villagers’ dream is to have a bicycle. The car is a car that is owned by a large cadre, and the truck is owned by a large unit. As for private cars, there is no concept yet.

In terms of electrical appliances, villagers are still struggling to own an 11-inch black and white TV for life!

Is Fang Dajun’s dream? I’m thankful for owning a motorcycle in the short term. Compared to cars, motorcycles are the powerful tools for picking up girls. If you brake suddenly, the girl in the back seat will take the initiative to carry it. Just thinking about it makes me feel excited!

"Dajun, what happened just now was good, but you have to pay a little attention. Even if you are not determined or not in the officialdom, you can't go too far. Take a good grasp of your position!" Wang Hongwen said out loud. At this time, the other cadres had left, so they were the only couple.

Fang Dawen nodded, his honest advice was unpleasant, but he had his own way of communicating. No matter how good it was, it was only worth it. The two young officials left with the materials he wrote, and did not say the correct letter, but said they would report it. If it was done, they would come to the commune to pick him up in a week.

Fang Dajun was not very concerned about this. If he came a week later, he would help him pull down the eels and sell them in the county. If he didn't come, he would take the bus to the county. After selling the eels, he would go to see how his second sister was doing at school.

Six days later, he gave his two sisters five cents as usual, although the school was on holiday today.

"Son, you are so spoiling to them!" Fang's mother said with something in her words.

Fang Dajun echoed: " Raise a son in poverty and raise a daughter in wealth. Don't worry, mom, I will take care of my fourth and fifth sisters."

While everyone was not attending classes on weekends, yesterday he posted a hero post, inviting representatives from seven brigades to come and discuss the plan to make money. The location was in the opposite place where bandits in the Central Plains were frequently active!

Yesterday he spent two cents to buy a bag of matches, another two packs of famous cigarettes, a pack of 30 cents, and a pack of ten or eight cents per pack of county-made cigarettes.

The sun was already rising, the birds chirped on the branches, the cicadas were chirping loudly, and the villagers shouted and went to work.

As soon as he got off the hillside, he saw that Shouhou and the two brothers of the Qin family were already waiting, but the three of them had the urge to turn around immediately. Shouhou was actually wearing a long-sleeved military uniform, which was almost white. I don’t know which relative of his family brought it back after he retired from the army. He was not afraid of heatstroke in this weather, and the clothes were obviously too big. Shouhou was wearing the same military coat as he was criticizing a military coat. This style was really frustrating.

Qin Er actually wore a hat, only revealing his unhaired chin, holding a shoulder pole in his hand, and his chest was tall. Could it be that he wanted to play the role of a hero?

Qin Da was a little better, but he wore a straw raincoat woven with palm bark, and held a thick nanmu root with both hands. Although nanmu roots hurt to hit people and can be used as whips, but today I am going to talk about the issue of eels. Is it necessary to have such a big show?

"Da Army, we'll wait for you for a while. Why don't you bring any weapons?" said the thin monkey with some contempt.

Fang Dajun could only scream and speechlessly. Who despises whom? "Don't worry, I'm carrying arms, mute and the other three."

"Wait on the mountain road ahead." Qin Er replied with his head raised, finally showing his face under the hat.

"Then let's go there too." Fang Dajun urged.

When I passed through the ridge and reached the foot of the opposite mountain, I saw the three mutes who were dressed normally at first sight.

"Dajun, you can really make us a lot of money!" Niu Daman shouted from afar.

Niu Daman is tall, often crazy and brave. He stabbed the pigs in the production team during the Chinese New Year to death. Although the mute is not tall, he is cruel enough and will fight when he arrives in the town. Fortunately, Dawazi's eyes are a little blue and tall, but his personality is like having hyperthyroidism. He gets angry at the slightest point. He dares to greet people when he picks up a stone.

The three of them have the same thing, they dare to fight, but they are still loyal. Fang Dajun is not simple in his mind, and these three are all prepared for the jar, and of course they will also give benefits that the three of them cannot refuse.

"Of course, when did our Fang Dajun tell a lie? Come on, smoke the cigarette first!" Fang Dajun said and went up to send a cigarette and directly unpacked a pack of big front door. This is a high-end cigarette with a filter. Although the big front door is only sold for two yuan and five-day packs thirty years later, it is indeed a famous cigarette now, and one pack can support half a pound of pork.

"Oh, it's a filter. Dajun, let me have one too!" Xunda's eyes were a little weird, the lines on his face were very tough, a little hideous, terrifyingly tough, and extremely brave, but he was easy to talk when he was not crazy.

"I want roots too!" The mute also came up. He was not really mute. He got such a nickname just because he spoke too late.

When the three of them moved, the three of them also came up to ask for cigarettes. Now they don’t have any connections with smoking. The half-aged child is just simply imitating adult habits. Adults also simply let their lungs enjoy the smell of tobacco.

"Crack!" A match was lit, and when the seven cigarettes were lit, it also turned gloriously into ashes.

"Huh, cough cough!" Fang Dajun took a sip of cigarettes, but couldn't find any feeling, and choked himself. The situation of the three Shouhou and the other two was similar, but no one was willing to throw the cigarette away.

Niu Daman was very excited and praised while smoking, "The smoke from this filter is different."

The mute pinched the cigarette holder with his thumb and index finger, and squirted into his mouth. The whole face was piled up together, his eyes closed slightly, and his lips loosened, and the tobacco appeared. Then he took a deep breath, sucked the cigarette coming out of his mouth again, penetrated his lungs, and squirted several circles. Finally, the tobacco emerged from his nostrils, and the lines piled up on his face were smoothed. He stared at the filter in his hand, and then he smiled with satisfaction. This style was like taking a poison.

Fortunately, the big kid was calm, and even his face was calm when he choked, and even smoking showed the temperament of a cold killer.

"Three brothers, act as my younger brothers later. If this matter is done, I will give you one big front door!" Fang Dajun tempted. The three of them were the thugs he chose, but now he has no qualifications to be a big boss, so he can only proceed step by step.

"It's easy to say!" "No problem!" The three of them nodded with a smile.

Fang Dajun smiled and sent another cigarette, shouting and set off on the road. After about half an hour, the group entered a pine forest. When they arrived, dozens of people rushed out of the pine forest, and the representatives of the bad teenagers from the other six production brigades came.

The news he sent someone yesterday was not about getting rich, but about making an appointment to fight together. Only in this way will all these people be found on the spot. His purpose was to call these people Brother Fang!
Chapter completed!