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

This is undoubtedly a very wasteful behavior.

As a farm worker, my father's monthly salary of more than 40 yuan was considered high-income in Heilongjiang at that time, but spending 120 yuan to buy a radio was indeed a waste of money.

It is said that this Panda Radio can receive radio stations on the train, but it seems that many radios at that time became mute on the train.

Whether this is true or not is impossible to verify, but my father was very cool at that time and often carried it around the streets of the team.

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

Stop! This word seems inappropriate when applied to my father, so forget it.

This radio uses four No. 2 batteries, and a set of batteries can provide a week of listening time.

Later, however, my father found that using only D-type batteries was not enough, so he replaced it with four D-type batteries. He placed the four D-type batteries in a paper tube and tied it to the back of the radio. He taped the ends of the batteries to wires that connected to the two terminals in the radio.

The radio started to play, and it seemed that two pairs of batteries a month were enough.

This was an idea that was proposed by a young man from the imperial city at that time, who then took the initiative to connect them.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Wan Feng. What he cares about is why the box can sing?

Whenever Laozi took out the radio and listened to it like a treasure, Wan Feng would follow behind to join in the fun. He was very curious about what was in the radio.

When a young man who went to the countryside told him that there was a radio, his biggest wish was to see what the people inside looked like.

Unfortunately, this wish was never realized. It was not until he studied physics in middle school that he understood the general working principle of the radio and realized that there was no one inside it.

But if Luan Feng had such an idea, she would not be just fantasizing like him at the beginning. She would directly tear it down.

Therefore, there would be great risks if this thing were left to Luan Feng.

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

Her meaning was very clear. She really hoped that Wan Feng would give her this tape recorder.

"Of course I sold it. How could I keep such a valuable thing to myself?" Wan Feng poured a basin of water on her without hesitation, extinguishing the fire of hope in Luan Feng.

Even if she promised not to tear it down, he would not leave it to her.

She couldn't afford to have this fantasy at all. She already had a phonograph, so getting a tape recorder would have to wait.

You can't have your cake and eat it too, which was his plan when he decided to make the tape recorder and also get her a phonograph.

Besides, his aunt and future aunt-in-law are here. If he gives it to her, won’t it arouse conflicts among the people?

Luan Feng could not hide the disappointment in her eyes, but when one flame went out, another one started burning again.

"How much do you want to sell it for?"

From the looks of it, what is this idiot planning to buy?

"Three hundred and fifty!"

Luan Feng was shocked. Damn, this thing is so valuable!

It’s not that she can’t afford it now. She has saved more than 600 yuan after working for so long. But asking her to spend 350 yuan to buy this thing?

Should I buy it or not?

Wan Feng naturally saw through the woman's psychology. He didn't expect that even after adding fifty yuan, she still didn't get scared back. She was still hesitating.

Helplessly, he said, "You can keep this tape recorder until I sell it. When there are many white people around, try to listen to Liu Xizheng's tape. You can listen to it at night when we are alone at home. Don't listen to Deng Xijun's tape when there are no one around."

Deng Xjun's tapes, which are known as decadent music, will be banned from sale and listening in the next few years. The fact that her songs are decadent music is just an excuse, the main reason is because of her real identity.

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

Luan Feng nodded her head like a chicken eating rice.

Wan Feng breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he had dissuaded her from buying it. If this girl set her eyes on something, it would take several cows to pull her back.

His original wife in the previous life had this kind of temper. Once she made up her mind, she would not change it even if you forced her with a gun, and she never listened to other people's suggestions.

Luan Feng actually has this kind of personality...

When Wan Feng thought of this, he was shocked: had he fallen into another trap? He gave up one stubborn donkey, and now another stubborn donkey came?

I quickly thought about Luan Feng's personality and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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

Just listen to me and you'll be fine.

"Can you record the songs you sang? I still think your songs are powerful and inspiring."

The grass is always greener on the other side, and Luan Feng made another unreasonable request.

"Not now. We can try it when we have a blank tape. Besides, mine was sung a cappella, without even any accompaniment. What's there to listen to?"

"I just love to hear your voice."

This idiot, silly girl, why doesn't she think before she speaks? Didn't you see that Auntie and Jiang Xue were laughing with ulterior motives?

"Let's do this later."

Next, Wan Feng taught them how to flip the belt and change the belt. This did not require much technical skills, and they memorized it after one time.

Then he wanted to ask how much cloth was left at home, but before he could open his mouth, Zhang Hai came unexpectedly.

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

A night owl comes into the house—he comes for no reason. This proverb naturally popped up in Wan Feng's mind.

Autumn nights do not have the scorching heat of summer nights nor the croaking of frogs, but there are autumn insects hiding in the dark and calling in a coquettish voice.

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

"The brigade held an emergency meeting today and conveyed the spirit from above. This is what it means..."

Zhang Hai did the whole process without any hesitation, which took about five minutes.

"Nephew, do you understand?"

"Isn't it just the household contract responsibility system? What's so confusing about it? Remember the household contract responsibility system I discussed with you a few months ago?"

"I remember, it seems to mean the same thing."

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

This seems to 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 movement in the contract. How come there were changes after he was reborn?

As an ordinary person, he didn't think that his rebirth would cause any butterfly effect. He was not qualified.

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