Wan Feng sat with Chen Wenxin for more than an hour and then left Chen's house.
After returning home and having dinner, Wan Feng and some young men from Xiaoshutun walked along the cement road towards the back of the depression.
There was a constant stream of people on the avenue. People from different directions gathered in Wahou from all directions, either on foot or by car, forming an uninterrupted long queue of people on the road from Xiaoshutun to Wahou.
"Will there be a lantern market in our Nandawan in the future?" Xu Jun asked Wan Feng.
"Yes! In the future, our Nan Dawan will be more lively than Wahou." Wan Feng answered confidently.
The Xizhoutieshan area of Nan Dawan could accommodate fifty or sixty factories, while the central area would become a leisure area focused on dining and entertainment. If each factory employed a hundred or two hundred people, the area would have a population of over ten thousand. And that's not all. If even half of the supporting factories for the Nanwan factory were to move into the Jiangwei Brigade, the number of factories would reach several hundred. The dozen square kilometers of land between Xiaoshutun and Waqian Brigade would be covered by factories, and the permanent population would conservatively be estimated at fifty thousand.
Why wouldn’t this place be bustling? Why wouldn’t it become a lantern market on the 15th day of the first lunar month?
By then, it will form a pattern of one in the south and one in the north with the depression, which will be a magnificent sight of fireworks and flowers all night long.
And all of this was created by him. When Wan Feng thought of this, he felt very proud.
Once we passed the depression, the team started from the agricultural machinery repair factory, and behind the depression was already a sea of lights.
When we arrived in front of the machinery factory, all kinds of lanterns began to appear.
Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan stood at the entrance of the machinery factory like two pretty flowers, waving their arms at Wan Feng like flags.
"What are you two doing standing here?"
"Waiting for you. Where will we find you if we get to the Lantern Festival?"
There is no need to ask whether this idea was proposed by Zhang Xuan, because Luan Feng, with his careless mind, would not think in this direction.
When Wan Feng learned the poem "The lights in the flower market are as bright as day" in school, he didn't feel anything because he couldn't resonate with it because he wasn't there in person.
But now, when I entered the Lantern Festival and lingered among the lanterns, I realized the poet's feelings when he wrote this poem.
The flower market in Wahou is no longer limited to viewing lanterns and guessing riddles. The food street is also brightly lit tonight, and various food stores have prepared sufficient food and are waiting for people to come.
Luan Feng held Wan Feng's hand tightly, and Zhang Xuan held her hand, and the three of them were moving around in the Lantern Festival.
There is a square of several thousand square meters between the Wahou team headquarters and the big market. This square is the center of the Lantern Festival and extends northwest to the parking lot.
However, although there were a lot of people in the parking lot, it was obviously not as crowded as in the square.
The empty area about two meters high is filled with lanterns of various styles, including the phoenix bathing in fire lantern, the flying dragon lantern, the monkey offering peach lantern, the tiger descending the mountain lantern, and so on.
"What kind of lamp is this?" Luan Feng asked, pointing at a lamp that looked like a big tree.
"This is the old tree root lamp."
"What about this one?" Luan Feng asked another lamp with a picture of a person pushing a cart.
"Stupid! Isn't this an old man pushing a cart? It's also called getting fire from across the mountain." Wan Feng Baoxiang answered solemnly and seriously.
Zhang Xuan burst out laughing. This rascal! Of course she knew what the old man pushing the cart meant. Sometimes rascals liked the old man pushing the cart.
Luan Feng also reacted: "Stop talking nonsense, speak properly."
What do you mean by "talking nicely"? Isn't this a serious explanation? It's none of my business if you guys get it wrong!
Women are trouble, just like you don't like old men pushing carts.
There is a riddle written on each lantern. Whoever guesses it can go to the prize redemption office at the team headquarters to receive a souvenir.
A bookmark, a coin hanging or a keychain or something like that is not worth much money at all.
Moreover, only the first five people who guess each riddle correctly will receive a souvenir.
This is too stingy. A bookmark is only three or four cents, and you prepare ten thousand of them for only a few hundred yuan. Can't you afford this little money?
Luan Feng took great pains to guess a riddle, but the old man Liang Wan actually told him that more than five people had already claimed the prize for this riddle.
This won't do! He needs an explanation, or Wan Feng will tear down that lantern and carry it back home.
Liang Wan was so angry that he laughed, and had to give Luan Feng a small glass ball to hang on the key chain.
The Lantern Festival not only has delicious food but also various entertainment programs, such as air gun shooting, ring tossing, pinball and other games.
At this time, Luan Feng's mouth was pouted. Not to mention hanging the oil bottle, even hanging the urine bucket would have no problem. Especially since Zhang Xuan used the trap to catch a rag doll and she caught nothing, the consequences would be even more serious.
Ten circles for fifty cents, Luan Feng directly ordered ten yuan, as if she would not give up until she got something.
Wan Feng had no interest in the ring toss game. He turned around and was surprised to find that there was a game console stall over there. A group of children were gathered outside, pointing and making a lot of noise.
Wan Feng squeezed over immediately.
"Go, kid, go play somewhere else."
The children behind the depression didn't know Wan Feng very well, so when they saw that it was this guy, they had to hide aside and dared not say anything.
Wan Feng sat down with a big smile: "How much is an hour?"
In the 1990s, this kind of TV game was sold by the hour, two dollars an hour on a black and white TV and four dollars an hour on a color TV.
"No matter how old it is, it's about fate! It's all over if three lives are dead." Unexpectedly, the stall owner would do this to Wan Feng.
Usually, you only have three lives at the beginning of a game.
Wan Feng was stunned for a moment. Damn, this guy actually used a video game as an arcade machine.
"How much are those three lives?"
"Thirty cents!"
One cent per life is quite reasonable.
Wan Feng took out a dollar and threw it to the stall owner: "First, take the one-dollar one. But if I want to play with this dollar, I will probably play until midnight."
The stall owner looked at him with disdain: "Boast!"
"Then you better watch carefully."
Wan Feng picked up the handle and started selecting programs.
This is an original Nintendo 64-in-1 cartridge, which contains games such as Bee Hunter, Iron Fence, Salamandra, and Cops and Robbers.
Wan Feng chose a game called Tank Battle and pressed the single-player mode.
Tank Wars is a classic top-down perspective game developed by Namco in 1985. Every video game console player in the 1990s knew about it.
This video game stall just appeared last night. As soon as it appeared, it attracted almost all the children in the village, ranging from seven or eight years old to fifteen or sixteen years old. One night and one day brought the stall owner hundreds of yuan in income.
Because they didn't know how to play, they paid 30 cents to the stall owner in less than a minute. Some children spent several dollars but still didn't understand how to play.
"Can you hold on for one minute?" a child asked Wan Feng.
"One minute? Look, I'll show you a remake, so this profiteer knows what a master looks like."
The stall owner didn't know Wan Feng, and curled his lips when he heard what Wan Feng said: "I won't charge you if you pass the three levels."
Wan Feng chuckled. "You dare challenge me with a broken tank? I can beat you to the point where you doubt your life." Besides, even if you don't charge, it's only three cents. Do you think I'm short of money?
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