As soon as Sha Zhu got home today, he went straight to Uncle San's house.

As soon as I entered, I found him sitting in a chair watching TV.

A performance of Peking Opera! Mr. Wei Rongyuan's "Zhongli Sword"!

The old man nodded and swayed as he listened. When he saw Sha Zhu come in, he said smugly, "Oh, Sha Zhu's here. What do you think of my TV?"

Sha Zhu leaned closer to the TV to look at it carefully, and then asked, "How much does this cost?"

His auntie looked smug: "Not much, just 296 yuan!"

Sha Zhu deliberately shouted, "Wow! 296 yuan!"

Yan Bugui was so anxious: "Are you sincere? I'll give you a megaphone!"

After watching Uncle San's TV, Sha Zhu had a plan in mind.

Without further ado, Sha Zhu went back to his house, locked the door, and pulled a biscuit box from a crack in the floor. Inside was all the savings he had accumulated over the years.

On Sunday, as if by prior arrangement, Fatty and Silly Zhu bumped into each other at the entrance of the courtyard house.

Both of them were holding large cardboard boxes with the words "television set" written on them.

Sha Zhu bought a red one, and Fatty bought a black one; both were Feiyue brand.

Sha Zhu was furious: "Are you doing this on purpose?"

The fat man scoffed dismissively, "What kind of class is this? Using the same TV as me."

After saying that, he rushed into the yard first.

The fool regretted it and hurriedly followed, the two of them almost saying in unison: "Xiao Dang, Xiao Dang, come out and lend a hand!"

Xiao Dang came out with Yu Li and was a little confused. Completely bewildered, she asked, "What?"

Sha Zhu raised his nostrils high: "A television!"

The fat man gave a forced smile: "What a coincidence, mine is the same!"

"Hey! The TV!"

When Xiao Dangxiu arrived, he reached out and grabbed, saying, "Let me do it, let me do it."

Sha Zhu didn't dare let go either, and he and she each carried one side of the load towards their courtyard.

Yu Li stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at the fat man.

There was a hint of anger, a touch of helplessness, but more than anything, there was the moving feeling that "Yu Li's life was no less than anyone else's."

The fat man happily carried the TV into the house, refusing Yu Li's offer to help: "It's too heavy, you can't carry it, I'll do it, I'll do it..."

Chen Yan watched as the fat man laboriously carried in a large box, and upon closer inspection, exclaimed in surprise, "A television?"

Yu Li said weakly, "That's right, they just had to get angry with Sha Zhu. You didn't see what happened just now, those two were each holding a TV set!"

Chen Yan still found it hard to believe: "This, is this a dream?"

The fat man deftly opened the box and pulled out the television set wrapped in foam.

Yu Li and Chen Yan stood on either side of him, asking, "How much did it cost?"

The fat man chuckled sheepishly, "It's not expensive, it's not expensive..."

Chen Yan wasn't going to let him get away with it: "How much is it if it's not expensive? Don't try to fool me, just tell me!"

The fat man carefully held up four fingers; Chen Yan screamed, "400?!" and was then covered in the mouth by Yu Li.

The fat man rubbed his hands together and said ingratiatingly, "I have to buy a big one, so I can outshine them all!"

Yu Li and Chen Yan rolled their eyes in unison and exclaimed, "Childish!"

"..."

Inside Shazhu's house, Xiaodang couldn't wait to open the box with him, grinning foolishly at the red plastic-cased television.

Sha Zhu connected the power according to the instructions, then reached out and gently stroked her nose: "Do you like it?"

Xiao Dang nodded emphatically: "I love it, I love it so much!"

Sha Zhu was very proud: "As long as my daughter is happy, it's worth any amount of money!"

Little Dang was so touched she almost cried: "Silly Dad, you're so good to me..."

This time, he won't spend 400 yuan to get a box.

Qin Huairu wasn't qualified to collect his salary on his behalf either; Sha Zhu was incredibly generous to Xiao Dang, his daughter!

On a Sunday, it's hard to imagine that these two people carrying a television into the yard at the same time wouldn't cause a stir.

As for Yan Bugui, well, he was already so jealous in the courtyard that he was practically splitting his plasmosphere.

I thought that even if his TV wasn't the best, it was at least the second best in the neighborhood, which would be enough to make him proud for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Fatty and Silly Pillar each brought back a television set.

Bigger and better than his, and most importantly, this thing is no longer a rare item. How could the thrifty Yan Bugui swallow this insult?

He had it all planned out. It's summer now, isn't it? It'll be cool in the yard at night, so he'll move the TV out and "invite" everyone to watch. Of course, he'll have to charge a token amount for electricity.

Now, it's all gone.

Xu Damao was also alarmed and came to the fat man's room with Qin Jingru, his tone sour: "Brother, are you deliberately trying to make me look bad?"

The two have known each other for 10 years, since 1965. How could the fat man not know Xu Damao?

"Stop being so dramatic. If you're not convinced, just buy a bigger one. You're not short of a few hundred dollars!"

Xu Damao's beard trembled with joy: "You really know me, brother. To be honest, even though I'm down on my luck now, I can still buy things like TVs without hesitation."

Qin Jingru is becoming more and more confident, and she knows how to dress herself up. Wearing a trendy floral shirt, she looked at him with disdain and said, "Stop bragging. Go outside and see for yourself. Cows are flying in the sky, and even Sha Zhu's family has bought a TV!"

"Him? That idiot wouldn't know how to watch TV!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sha Zhu's voice rang out behind him: "You little bastard, are you itching for a beating again? Need me to loosen your bones for you?"

A chill ran from the base of Xu Damao's tail all the way to the base of his neck, scaring him so much that he quickly hid behind the fat man, bluffing, "Silly Zhu, I won't stoop to your level!"

Sha Zhu and Xiao Dang walked into the room and pointed at the TV: "Have you figured it out yet? How do you change the channel? I want to watch 'Zhong Li Jian,' the show that Third Uncle watched before!"

Modern televisions are much simpler than smart TVs from another timeline; they only have one knob. Unlike later models, which required at least two remote controls, turning on the TV was like going to war.

Fatty glanced at it and knew how to play it. He casually gave Sha Zhu a few perfunctory words and then happily ran back to the house to fiddle with the TV.

Xiao Dang, on the other hand, stayed behind obediently, keeping Yu Li, Chen Yan, and Qin Jingru company.

At Qin Huairu's house, Jia Zhangshi also heard the commotion. She glanced at Banggeng lying on the small bed and said, "Shazhu bought a TV?"

Xiao Huaihua is now a high school sophomore. She really looks like her mother; she's already a beauty at such a young age.

Upon hearing this, he put down his pen, walked to the door, stood on tiptoe, and glanced over there.