Wan Feng immediately wrote a reply letter to Luan Feng, which was several thousand words long. Luan Feng must have felt dizzy after reading it.

More than ten days after this letter was sent, Luan Feng's letter arrived again. Compared with Wan Feng's seven or eight pages of letter paper, Luan Feng's letter was just a dry page.

Writing a letter must be more difficult for Luan Feng than giving birth to a child.

As the two exchanged letters, the Spring Festival of 1983 arrived quietly.

The Spring Festival is not much different from previous Spring Festivals. In the Dalinzi area, people still wear new clothes called Qianjinfu, and the colors are still blue and green. There is not much change in the food they eat. However, there is one more thing called double lanterns among the firecrackers they set off.

It's similar to firecrackers. When it's lit, two balls, one red and one green, fly into the sky with a bang, and then disappear silently.

It is far inferior to the double lanterns of later generations that make two sounds in the sky.

The rest has not changed in Wan Feng's memory.

The flowers are the same every year, but they are different every year.

Although the changes are not big, they are still obvious. The biggest change is that CCTV launched the first New Year Gala.

At that time, apart from the unchangeable news broadcast, the rest of the television programs were very limited, and programs like the gala were even rarer.

Sometimes it is very rare to see two people in long gowns performing crosstalk on TV.

It was in this context that the 1983 CCTV Spring Festival Gala entered thousands of households like a thunderclap out of the blue. It became an instant hit with its extremely long duration, rich programs and novel style for the Chinese people at that time.

Although the hosting is very amateur and the program arrangement is rather chaotic and monotonous, this cannot stop it from becoming popular.

From that year on, the Spring Festival Gala became an uninterrupted, long TV series on TV every Spring Festival, and has been performed for more than 30 years.

Due to limited conditions at the time, almost everyone on the stage was lip-syncing. This was understandable at the time, but it also set a very bad precedent, causing those shameless artists in the entertainment industry to lip-sync even though they had high-tech support.

Not many people in Wan Feng's family were watching TV tonight. The number of television sets owned by the 42 households has increased significantly this year, and now there is almost one television in every three households.

Therefore, only Jin Xingbin's family watched TV at Wan Feng's house.

Old Jin was busy all year round and couldn't even afford to buy a TV. Wan Feng remembered that his family didn't have a TV until he left home forty-two.

If this guy had taken him to the mountains to hunt in December, maybe his family would have a TV now.

At worst, he could just give one to his family.

The young Zhao Zhongxiang came out to open the show with a fresh face, and spoke some riddles without saying a word. Then after a one-minute cartoon, the first Spring Festival Gala officially began.

While others watched without blinking, Wan Feng felt extremely uncomfortable. Apart from the panda that could blow the trumpet, the rest of the show left a slight impression on him, but he was extremely depressed.

Especially the crosstalk performed by a certain crosstalk artist promoting family planning, which made Wan Feng feel embarrassed.

Judging from his crosstalk level, Wan Feng didn't understand why he dared to challenge Guo Da Xia, who rose to prominence in Tianjin, more than 20 years later?

There are also those Peking operas. The Peking opera in the 1983 Spring Festival Gala was one segment left and one segment right, with about four or five segments, and it was extremely long.

Wan Feng was puzzled as to why an opera, perhaps only enjoyed by people in Beijing, would occupy such a large part of the Spring Festival Gala each year? Just because it's popular in Beijing, does that mean it's popular across the country?

Fortunately, there are countless TV programs to switch to in later generations, otherwise it would be depressing.

Before I knew it, it was time to turn purple.

Wan Feng bought a lot of firecrackers, but he himself had no intention of setting them off.

My father and younger brother had a great time this time. Their hands were frozen, so they ran into the house to warm up for a while, and then ran out happily to set off the fish. They enjoyed it very much.

Wan Feng didn't go out to celebrate. He sat on the kang and gave red envelopes to his sister and mother.

There were ten ten-yuan notes in my mother's red envelope, and one ten-yuan note in my sister's red envelope.

This time Wan Fang was unhappy. She thought the money in her red envelope was not enough and asked for another one.

When you drink beer, you can have another bottle, but with this thing, you can't have another photo.

Luan Feng always did this every year. She didn't ask for just one red envelope, but another. One red envelope wasn't enough to satisfy her. She would always shamelessly demand and snatch several red envelopes. But this year...

Wan Feng felt dazed for a moment, and suddenly felt listless. After sending out the red envelopes, he went back to his cabin to sleep.

In previous years, when he was with Luan Feng, he still had the idea of ​​staying up all night to celebrate the New Year. But this year, he was left alone and had no intention of staying up all night at all, not even to celebrate the New Year.

February 13th is the first day of the month and February 27th is the fifteenth day of the month.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, school will start.

It is now the second semester of eighth grade. No matter what, I have to finish this semester. At the very least, I have to get a junior high school diploma.

However, Wan Feng was a little hesitant about whether to go to high school after junior high school.

He was facing three high schools at the time.

It's a key high school located in Bei'an. Needless to say, it has nothing to do with him and he can't get in at all.

The second one is the No. 2 Middle School in Wu County. It is an ordinary high school. If Wan Feng works a little harder, it won’t be difficult for him to get into an ordinary high school.

But going any higher probably won't be of much use.

When applying for university, Wan Feng absolutely believed that he would not be able to get in. At that time, university was like a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops competing for admission. If you passed, you passed, and if you failed, you failed.

If you pass the exam, all your life will be smooth sailing. If you fail, you will have to go home and farm. There are no such messy technical schools or colleges for you to get a diploma from.

Wan Feng doesn't think he can get into university, nor does he have the ambition to do so.

The last option left for him was vocational high school.

The vocational high school was founded by the Red Bianjiang Farm itself in 1979. It is located in Xiaowujiazi, the headquarters of the Red Bianjiang Farm, which is the first branch of the farm. It is fifty or sixty miles away from Sijitun in the upper reaches of the Longjiang River.

Although the Ministry of Education recognizes academic qualifications and diplomas, they are quite informal.

In Wan Feng's words, good people will become bad in this school, and bad students will become even worse.

When Wan Feng entered this school, it was already its fourth class.

The school was quite formal in the first term, but it became chaotic in the second and third terms.

The reason why Wan Feng chose this school in this life is mainly because it is close to Heihe. From Xiaowujiazi, going north along the Longjiang River, it takes three hours by passenger boat to reach Heihe.

In winter, it only takes two hours by bus.

During these three years of high school, he wanted to make friends with several important people in Heihe and stockpile some goods.

This is probably the only justifiable reason for him to study in this high school in this life.