Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

In 1978, my father asked a young man from Shanghai to bring a Panda brand radio for 120 yuan when he went home to visit relatives.

It cannot but be said that this is a very prodigal behavior.

As a land reclamation worker, my father's salary of more than 40 yuan a month was already considered a high-income class in Longjiang, but spending 120 yuan to buy a radio was indeed a very prodigal.

It is said that the Panda radio can receive radio stations on the train, as if many radios became dumb when they arrived on the train.

Whether this is true is irrelevant, anyway, my father was very awesome at that time, and he often carried it on the streets of the team.

According to Wan Feng's current words, this kind of behavior is pretending...

stop! This word seems to be an inappropriate term for my own father, so forget it.

This radio uses four AA batteries, and one set of batteries can be used for a week.

But in the later period, my father couldn't stand the use of the No. 2 batteries, so he replaced four No. 1 batteries, put the four No. 1 batteries in a paper roll and tied them to the back of the radio. Tape the ends of the battery to the wires and the two-stage connections in the radio.

The radio rang, and the AA battery seems to be enough to use two sets a month.

This was an idea given by a young man in the imperial city at that time and he connected it by hand.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Wan Feng, what he cares about is why such a small box can talk and sing?

Whenever Lao Tzu took it out to listen like a baby, Wan Feng followed behind to join in the fun. He really wanted to know what was on the radio.

When a youth sent to the countryside told it that there was a villain on the radio, his greatest wish was to see what the villain looked like.

It's a pity that this wish never came true. It wasn't until he was studying physics in middle school that he understood the general working principle of the radio and realized that there were no villains in it.

But if Luan Feng had such a thought, she would not be just in the stage of reverie like he was at the beginning, but she would directly dismantle it.

Therefore, it would be extremely risky to leave this thing to Luan Feng.

"What do you want to do with this tape recorder?" Luan Feng finally thought of a question after listening to five songs, and looked at Wan Feng with countless little stars in her eyes, which were full of hopeful flames.

She already understood what she meant, and she very much hoped that Wan Feng would give her this tape recorder.

"Of course it's sold. Can you keep such a valuable thing for yourself?" Wan Feng poured a basin of water on it without any hesitation, extinguishing Luan Feng's flame of hope.

Even if she Chengruo is determined not to dismantle him, he doesn't intend to leave it to her.

This fantasy cannot be left to her at all, she already has a gramophone now, so if she wants to get a recorder, she has to rely on it.

You can't have your cake and eat it too, that's how he planned to get her a gramophone when he decided to make one.

Besides, his aunt and future aunt are here, if he told her that it would stir up conflicts among the people!

Luan Feng couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes, but when one flame went out, another flame was burning again.

"Then how much do you want to sell it for?"

What do you mean by this, are you going to buy these two goods?

"Three hundred and five!"

Luan Feng was taken aback, what the hell is this thing so valuable!

It's not that she can't afford to buy it now. After working for so long, she has saved more than 600 yuan, but let her spend 350 yuan to buy this thing?

To buy or not to buy?

Wan Feng naturally saw the girl's psychology, he didn't expect that he still didn't scare her back after adding fifty yuan, and he was still hesitating.

I had no choice but to say: "You can keep this tape recorder until I sell it. Try to listen to this book by Liu Xzheng during the day when there are many people, and you can listen to it when we are at home at night. The book by Deng Xjun Do not listen to the tape when there are outsiders."

Deng Xjun's tapes, known as the music of the decadence, will be banned from sale and listening in the next few years. It is just an excuse to say that her song is the music of the decadence, mainly because of her real identity .

After all, when this guy died, he was covered with the blue sky and white sun flag.

Luan Feng nodded like a chicken eating rice.

Wan Feng breathed a sigh of relief. After all, she gave up on buying it. If this product is right, it will be difficult for several cows to bring it back.

In the previous life, his original partner had such a temper. You wouldn't change what she was sure of even if you forced her with a gun, and she never listened to other people's suggestions.

Luan Feng actually has such a personality...,

Thinking of this, Wan Feng was startled: Did he fall into the pit again? This gave up a stubborn ass and this came a stubborn ass?

He quickly thought about Luan Feng's temperament carefully, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Luan Feng listened to him very much. This is the biggest difference between her and his original partner in the previous life.

Just listen to Lao Tzu.

"Can you record the songs you sang? I still think the power of your songs can inspire people."

This mountain looked at the height of that mountain, and Luan Feng made unreasonable demands again.

"Not now, you can try it when you have a blank tape, besides, it's a cappella without an accompaniment, what's the point?"

"I just love hearing your voice."

Why does this stupid girl never talk through her head? Didn't you see my aunt and Jiang Xue laughing with evil intentions?

"Let's talk about this later."

Next, Wan Feng taught them how to flip and change belts. This is not technically content, and they all memorized it.

Then I wanted to ask how much cloth was left at home, and before I could open my mouth, Zhang Hai came unexpectedly.

"Nephew, I want to talk to you about something."

A night owl enters the house—comes for nothing, this allegorical phrase naturally appeared in Wan Feng's head.

Autumn nights do not have the heat of summer nights nor the croaking of frogs in summer nights, but there are autumn insects hiding in the dark and crying coquettishly.

Wan Feng and Zhang Hai squatted on the east road leading to the brick and tile factory, the cigarette in Zhang Hai's hand flickered on and off in the night like a will-o'-the-wisp.

"Today, the brigade held an emergency meeting to convey the spirit of the higher-ups. That's what it means..."

Zhang Hai talked nonchalantly, which took about five minutes.

"Nephew, do you understand?"

"Isn't it just a big contract? What's wrong with this? Do you still remember what I told you a few months ago that the production is contracted to the household?"

"Remember, it seems to have a meaning."

"It just means what it means to be like."

This seems to be in conflict with Wan Feng's memory. Wan Feng remembered that until the winter of 1981 when he left Jiangwei and returned to Longjiang, there was no sign of contracting. Why did he change after he was reborn?

As a grassroots person, he didn't think there would be a butterfly effect in his rebirth, he was not qualified for that.

But this change actually appeared, just like the pirated version of the tape, it appeared seven or eight years earlier.