Chapter 113
Amid the sound of firecrackers, Chen Lanjun stood on a wooden stool, holding a red couplet that read "Happy Family" in her hand, and gestured towards the brand new iron gate.
"Is it right in the middle?"
"Move a little further to the right." Feng Jun pointed out, "Hey, okay, just right!"
The door opened and the aroma of food wafted out. My parents were in the kitchen, one cooking and the other cutting vegetables.
There was a color TV in the living room, the latest model that Fengjun had brought from Hong Kong. Zhujun and Xixi were sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV and chewing the fried dough sticks.
During the Spring Festival of 1983, the family reunited in their new home in Pengcheng City.
When she was pasting the couplets, her fingertips were stained red by the red paper. Chen Lanjun squeezed into the kitchen and turned on the faucet to wash her hands.
"Wait for the water to flow for a while before washing," Zheng Mei reminded, "The water has only been running for a short time, and there is some sand in it since it was first unscrewed."
Chen Lanjun said "Oh" and obeyed. After washing her hands, she went over and squeezed on the sofa with Zhujun Qianqian.
"Where's the remote control? Let me see it."
"Second Aunt is here." Xixi handed the remote control over, and Chen Lanjun touched her little face gently. "You are so good."
"Sister, what do you want to see?" Zhu Jun grabbed a handful of fried dough and put it to Chen Lanjun's mouth.
“Watch the Spring Festival Gala.”
Chen Lanjun took a bite of the fried dough, which was crispy and full of flavor, and spoke vaguely: "The first Spring Festival Gala."
Although many families in southern provinces don’t like to watch the Spring Festival Gala, Chen Lanjun used to be the same and would at most play it as background music, but since it was the first Spring Festival after all, she still decided to join in the fun.
The newly born Spring Festival Gala stage was far from being as grand as later generations. As soon as the four non-professional hosts came on stage, the stage seemed to be full.
Zhu Jun's eyes lit up: "This female host's red shirt is so beautiful."
Chen Lanjun nodded: "It's really good."
Although the setting was a bit simple, it was extremely lively and the atmosphere was very casual. It was also announced that viewers could call in to request programs.
However, the first two programs were crosstalk. Perhaps due to cultural differences, Zhujun Qianqian and Chen Lanjun did not find them very funny, so when they were called to eat, they ran over to eat, leaving the Spring Festival Gala as background music.
"In the new year, our family will surely get better and better. Cheers!"
Several glasses were brought together, and the soda drinks were bubbling.
Feng Jun drank it all in one gulp, smacked his lips and said, "This sports drink of yours, ah, sports power, tastes pretty good."
"Really?" Chen Lanjun laughed. "I wrote to Xiao Pang and told her about it. She must be happy to hear it. I have adjusted it countless times just for this taste."
Eat, drink and chat lively.
When the song "Your figure, your singing voice, will always be imprinted in my heart..." was heard on TV, everyone turned to look at the TV.
"Changed the channel?" Zheng Mei was puzzled. "Weren't you just watching the CCTV Spring Festival Gala?"
Chen Lanjun glanced at him and said, "I didn't change the channel. I'm still singing."
Feng Jun sighed, "Now CCTV can also sing songs of this tune. Before, when it was played, people would say it was decadent music."
“Times are changing!”
After dinner, Chen Lanjun rushed downstairs and took the task of taking Zhujun and Xixi to play with firecrackers.
The fireworks exploded in the night with a bang, causing the nearby children to laugh and clap their hands.
She looked at the fireworks and thought of Shao Qinghe.
Don't know what he is doing?
The fireworks in Hong Kong must be more dazzling than the ones in front of us. I hope it will make him happier.
There weren't many relatives in Pengcheng City, so there weren't that many social events. Apart from visiting Ajing's family and some leaders who looked after their business, there wasn't much else to do.
The samples were scheduled to be delivered after the New Year, so there was no rush. So I spent this New Year holiday quite relaxedly.
Chen Lanjun had a rare chance to spend the Spring Festival in peace and quiet, so she went to the telecommunications bureau and queued for half a day. She called Shao Qinghe, Liu Li, Cao Hongyao and others to wish them a happy new year.
After hanging up the phone and returning home, Zhu Jun called her mysteriously: "Sister, come here."
Since Fengjun and Xixi were also staying here during the New Year holidays, Chen Lanjun and Zhujun still slept in the same room.
After closing the bedroom door, Zhu Jun took out a piece of clothing from the closet: "Look, does this look like what the host is wearing?"
The red shirt she was holding looked exactly like the one worn by the hosts of the Spring Festival Gala at first glance.
Chen Lanjun moved closer to touch the material. The material was still a little inferior, but it was already very similar.
"Where did you get this?"
"I asked the master to help me make three pieces. One for you, me and my elder sister. The other two are still being completed, so please take a look and see if they need any modifications." Zhu Jun said with a shy smile.
It turned out that Zhujun had been thinking about this red shirt since she saw it on New Year's Eve. The next day, she received a generous red envelope from her parents and sisters, and mustered up the courage to knock on the door of a neighbor. When she first moved into her new home, her parents brought some snacks and took her to visit each of the neighbors one by one.
A very kind old lady lived in the house on the first floor. When you opened the door, you could see a sewing machine in the living room.
Zhu Jun has always been somewhat interested in these things, so he leaned over to take a look.
The old woman noticed her gaze and said with a smile, "I am an old tailor, now retired. If you want to make clothes in the future, you can come to me."
Zhujun kept this in mind, brought the money and went to the old woman's house, sincerely asking her to help her make clothes.
They actually agreed.
After hearing this, Chen Lanjun looked Zhujun up and down and said, "Little sister, you really have some talent in clothing."
"Really?" Zhu Jun was delighted to be praised by her elder sister whom she had always admired, and she couldn't hide her smile.
"Really." Chen Lanjun enlightened her with a smile.
"Moreover, you are very proactive. You do what you think of. This is great. You have the spirit of a great general. However, have you ever considered that this piece of clothing may actually become your first pot of gold?"
Zhu Jun tilted his head, blinked his big eyes and said, "Hmm? Sister, you mean this can be used as a business."
"Of course."
Chen Lanjun smiled and patted the bed, asking her to sit next to her.
"Look, you have such a good taste that you immediately noticed that this red shirt is beautiful. So there must be someone as smart as you who thinks this shirt is beautiful. If she saw the shirt you have for sale at this time, would she be willing to buy it?"
"Yes!" Zhu Jun's eyes lit up.
"So, you can make more clothes and sell them."
"But Granny Cai can't do it alone."
"Have you heard of borrowing chickens to lay eggs?" Chen Lanjun taught her, "Find a small garment factory, give them orders and ask them to speed up the production, and then look for buyers. After a while, the business will be done."
"As for the capital, you have been saving the dividends that my sister gave you before, right? You have nothing to do anyway, so just take it out and I will add some more to it, and it will be considered as an investment for you. That way you can get started."
Chen Lanjun's words made Zhujun's blood boil, and he immediately expressed his determination to do this matter well.
Because this business needs a name, it is customary to use the name of Zhengmei Company, so Feng Jun, who is in charge of the official seal, will naturally know it.
She said to Chen Lanjun with a smile: "You are now teaching my little sister how to do business? If it delays her studies, my parents will scold you."
"It's winter vacation now, and we have nothing to do anyway, so we can do some social practice and make money." Chen Lanjun said, "She is 15 years old now, and in addition to learning knowledge, she should also learn some skills."
"But if I lose, I will be sad."
"That was also a valuable lesson. Besides—"
Chen Lanjun smiled and hugged Fengjun's neck, saying, "My two sisters are here to protect you, nothing will happen."
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