"Mom, buy me an antenna, I want to watch cartoons!"
The chubby boy shouted as soon as he entered the house.
"You look like an antenna!" A woman came out of the kitchen picking chives. When she saw her son, he was covered in dirt, looking like he had fled a disaster.
"Hey! What did you do? The clothes were just washed! You wasteful thing, I'll beat you to death!"
The chubby boy retorted, "I don't care, I just want the TV antenna in the activity room! There are so many channels, I want to watch them all!"
"Look at the rolling pin in my hand!"
The chubby boy yelled, pushed open the door, and ran off.
He dashed back to the activity room in a flash.
The little princess and the skinny boy were also panting, with their parents chasing after them.
"Skinny, let's go to your house and hide, my mom is going to beat me."
"My mom's going to hit me too!"
"Where is the princess?"
"It's the same, you two big bad guys, insisting on fighting over the TV!"
"If you're going to cause trouble, find Uncle Zhong. Quickly push him out as a shield."
Master Zhong listened to the storytelling with great pleasure, while the three children squeezed into his arms.
"Those three unlucky kids, you've dirtied my clothes, get out of here."
"Uncle Zhong, help me!"
"I only want one candy tomorrow, stop my mom!"
The three parents arrived at the same time, each holding a willow branch and a rolling pin.
"Xiao Zhong, I'm sorry to have troubled you. Please give my child back to me."
Master Zhong looked helpless: "It's not that I want to protect the child, it's that your child is clinging to me."
At this moment, a parent exclaimed, "What channel is this? Why don't I have it?"
Master Zhong said proudly, "Isn't it written here? Huacheng TV Station."
"From another province? How did you receive it?"
"Look, that's the antenna. It's high-tech and it's used to collect data."
The three parents looked in the direction of the wooden pole.
A set of silver-white antennas stands there, resembling a fishbone, and its workmanship looks impressive.
It looks like a big kite.
"Are there any other channels? Let me see." The parent reached out and twisted the switch.
Master Zhong looked displeased: "Don't move, I'm listening to a storyteller."
"It'll only be a little while, what's the rush?"
After a few quick clicks, the picture quality became unbelievably clear, and there were a whopping six channels!
What kind of high technology is this?!
The three parents were shocked.
The person who tinkers with this kind of antenna is a real genius!
Normally, people can only watch two channels, and the TV is idle half the time.
There are so many channels, you couldn't possibly watch them all even if you used all your eyes!
That's absolutely stunning.
"Hey, let's go back and watch the TV series we were watching earlier."
"Why watch TV dramas? Watch song and dance performances."
"Listening to crosstalk? Don't you two parents have any morals?"
"How can you talk like that? Who's shameless?"
"Your TV? Does it listen to you?"
Master Zhong interjected, "That's not yours either. Call me back to the storytelling."
The four adults chattered and argued until their faces were red.
They insist on watching TV according to their own ideas.
This scene...
The three children said: "Why does this feel so familiar?"
One of them shouted, "I'm too lazy to argue with you guys, I'll just buy one tomorrow!"
"Xiao Zhong, where can I buy this antenna?"
"So what if someone's poor? What are you showing off for!"
The chubby boy immediately raised his hand: "I know, I know, at the Chishui County Mining Bureau Tractor Factory!"
Master Zhong nodded: "That person said there are many more of these antennas there, but only told us to replace them when they break, so as not to affect data collection. If you want to buy them, go ahead and try them out."
The three parents silently memorized the address.
The mining bureau's tractor factory?
Something about this high-tech stuff just doesn't feel right.
"Shall we go buy it now? I want to watch cartoons." The chubby boy, having forgotten his past pain, immediately begged his mother to pay.
"I'll buy you 18 rolling pins first!" The woman pulled out a rolling pin: "We haven't settled the score yet!"
"Don't run, you little brat!"
...
Wu Changfeng was unaware of what was happening in the family compound.
If they knew, they'd probably laugh their heads off. They thought they could open up sales channels by having children.
Unexpectedly, the parents started the fight first.
At that moment, he and Liu Tiao were squatting at a stall in the open-air market.
The ground was covered with a plastic sheet, on which various small tools were placed.
Screwdrivers, pliers, wrenches, and the like.
The stall owner, speaking with a strong regional accent, said, "Brother, what tools do you want to buy? Top quality, affordable prices, wholesale for bulk orders."
Wu Changfeng picked up a screwdriver and asked, "The Sugar-Knocking Gang?"
The stall owner was taken aback, then smiled and replied, "That's all the work my father's generation did. I've been promoted."
Sugar-knocking gang is a unique profession in the Wenzhou area.
Initially, due to livelihood issues, the older generation went from house to house exchanging sugar for chicken feathers.
Chicken feathers are sold to merchants in exchange for a middleman's profit.
Gradually, the basket began to be filled with small household items such as needles and yarn.
The scope of the candy-knocking gang's activities has gradually expanded.
At its peak, the sugar-tasting gang had more than 30,000 members.
With the opening up of China, the "candy-selling gang" evolved into a group that trades in commodities.
They pick up goods from the coastal areas and carry them in backpacks and suitcases to sell inland.
They were among the earliest people in this era to engage in the profession of small vendors.
Countless people have become wealthy as a result.
Local folklore says that to see who is rich, just look at how big their family graves are.
Because people from Wenzhou love to travel all over the country.
Wu Changfeng was also drawn to this reason, and after searching for a long time in the open-air market, he finally found a man from Wenzhou.
Wu Changfeng stood up and threw the screwdriver on the ground: "How much money can you make by tinkering with these little tools?"
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