"Feng Chu, dig the hole deeper so that it will be strong when you bury the pole."
"knew!"
"Oh, Deputy Director Liu, why are you so stupid? You can't tie the rims like this, you have to do it like this, and do it again."
"Oh, good."
"Uncle Xu! How is your end? Why is it more difficult for you to remove some wires than it is for you to give birth to a child?"
"Right away! Right now!"
…
The TV set that Chu Heng gave to his second uncle was the first in the history of this grain bureau family home.
Therefore, the neighbors in the courtyard were very enthusiastic about the installation of the antenna of the first TV set in the courtyard, and they all actively participated in this project that can be recorded in the history of the family courtyard. .
In the eyes of the people in the 1960s, television can be said to be a high-tech product. Not many people have seen it and even fewer people understand it. Therefore, Chu Heng and Chu Da understood that he naturally became the commander-in-chief of this project. , turning around the orders of the usually majestic deputy directors, division chiefs, and directors in the hospital.
With more people and more power, the work will naturally go faster. After installing an antenna, a dozen young and old men worked together, and it only took more than ten minutes to complete it.
"It's OK."
Chu Heng stood in the courtyard and looked up at the dim outline of the antenna pole under the light. He smashed it with some unfinished thoughts, and then rushed into his second uncle's house with a group of people.
At this time, the main room of Chu Jianshe's family was already overcrowded. A large group of men, women, and children from the courtyard were all crowded here, chatting about household matters while waiting for the TV to be turned on.
"Borrowed it, borrowed it, let it go!"
Chu Heng squeezed into the room with difficulty from the crowd, came to the TV, and installed an antenna for it.
The people around him also became quiet at this time, looking at him intently, feeling confused.
After a while, Chu Heng installed the antenna, plugged in the power, and gently turned on the TV. The screen immediately lit up, flashing with snowflakes.
"It's bright, it's bright!"
"Eh? Why is there no one there?"
"Is it broken?"
"It's not safe. It's bound to be bumpy after bringing it back thousands of miles away."
"Oh, what a pity!"
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. You have to adjust the channel on the TV. If the channel is wrong, it will be snowflakes!"
"oh oh."
Amidst whispers, Chu Heng quickly adjusted the channel, and a picture appeared on the screen. A burst of drum music sounded from the speakers. It was the classic model play, "Taking Wisdom from Tiger Mountain".
"Out!"
"It was Jiapigou who was robbed!"
"I love watching this the most!"
"Alas, the Zhang family in front lowers their heads and can't see them!"
"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise."
After only being noisy for a while, the room fell silent. Everyone was sitting or standing staring at the small screen, unwilling to blink. No matter men, women, old or young, they all looked obsessed.
After Chu Heng picked the channel, he looked back at his wife who was watching TV with her child in the crowd. He very thoughtfully stepped forward and took his son, who was looking around curiously, into his hands, which relieved the already heavy burden on his wife. After taking some burdens, he carried the child to his second uncle, who was sitting with his legs crossed on the coffee table watching TV, and whispered with a smile: "Your house will be lively in the future."
"It would be nice to be lively."
Chu Jianshe looked around at the leaders of all sizes in the room. His eyes were shining and the smile on his face was extremely bright.
As long as it can help the unity within the team, he is not afraid of this trouble. It would even be better to have more talents.
"Come on, come on, smoke, smoke. This is what Hengzi brought back to me from abroad. I want to try it all."
The second uncle took out a box of Lucky Strikes from his pocket with a smile on his face, walked around in the crowd before coming back, and then said to Chu Heng who was teasing his son: "Hey, if you are free one day, I will give you Send me ten bottles of tiger whip wine."
"Ah? You want more? I heard Ni Yinghong say, didn't you take ten bottles away some time ago?" Chu Heng looked sideways in confusion.
His second uncle had always been a big customer of his Tiger Whip Wine, and the quantity was also very fixed. He would get ten bottles to give away every month, so he was surprised at his sudden increase in consumption.
"I've met a few friends recently." The second uncle glanced around vaguely, indicating that it was not convenient for him to talk at this time.
"I understand, then I'll have someone deliver it to you tomorrow." Chu Heng nodded to express his understanding and didn't intend to ask any more questions. After all, tiger penis wine is a tonic, not a poisonous wine, so you can do whatever you like. Go ahead.
Then the uncle and nephew chatted casually for a while. When it was almost eight o'clock, they saw Chu Zhecheng yawning one after another, and tears began to well up in Chu Zhecheng's dark eyes. Heng greeted the people in the house and asked his wife, who was fascinated by watching TV and a little reluctant to leave, to come out of the family courtyard.
"This kid knows how to catch up. Don't you think you can go back to sleep later? We've just finished the performance."
After getting in the car, Ni Yinghong felt disgusted with her baby son who was about to fall asleep in her arms, and then began to urge her husband to drive faster so that he could go back and watch another episode.
"You've seen that thing a hundred times, what's so interesting about it?"
Chu Heng rubbed his wife's head lovingly, and without hesitation, he drove all the way and returned to Banchang Hutong in less than twenty minutes.
After the family of three entered the hospital, Ni Yinghong gave the child to her husband and let him carry him back to the house, while she hurriedly ran to the main room to catch up on the drama.
"This bitch!"
He looked at his wife in silence as he hurried away, tightened the swaddling clothes in his arms, and strolled inside.
After a while, Chu Heng returned to the warm and spring-like bedroom. He carried his son who was sleeping soundly to the bedside, awkwardly opened the swaddling clothes, put the child on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and found the afternoon book. I had not finished reading the book yet, so I leaned on the bed and read it boredly.
At around nine o'clock, Ni Yinghong came back from watching TV. As soon as she entered the house, she picked up Chu Zhecheng, who was still sleeping, and forced him to turn on his phone. Then, with his eldest son's blank eyes, he smashed a large granary.
The little guy woke up immediately, happily hugged the granary and started to eat.
Ever since his father came back, the prince has cherished every meal.
"Hey, Chu Heng." After feeding the child, Ni Yinghong turned to look at her husband beside her, with a look of worry on her fair and delicate face, and said: "How are you going to get rid of those TVs? I'm here today I asked several people on the street, but they were reluctant to spend money to buy it, so we can’t throw it away, right?”
"It can't be smashed. Don't worry, it will definitely sell." Chu Heng put down the book with a smile and said: "And the people you are looking for are wrong. If I guess correctly, you should be asking about the various shops on the street. Big and small leaders, right?”
"That's true, but what's wrong?" Ni Yinghong tilted her head in confusion, looking a little cute.
"All of them are in their thirties or forties, some are old at the top and some are young at the bottom. How much can be left from that salary in a month? Who can be willing to spend more than 200 to buy this useless thing?" Chu Heng explained .
"Oh." Ni Yinghong nodded suddenly and asked: "Then who are you going to sell to?"
"Young ones, Guo Kai, Hu Zhengwen and Du San, who are young and rich, will definitely be willing to spend money to buy it." With that, Chu Heng stood up and walked out.
"Wait a minute, the child will finish eating soon. You can take him to Sister Guizhi's house." Ni Yinghong hurriedly stopped him.
Tsk!
Why isn't this over yet?
Chu Heng paused for a moment and reached out to touch his aching waist. He felt that he would have to drink some tiger penis wine tonight, otherwise he would be dead!
