The three of them walked out of the store laughing and empty-handed, without buying anything.
There really wasn't much to buy. Other women in the store mainly looked at fabrics and clothing, but Luan Feng and Jiang Min were in this business, so they just skimmed through the stuff.
If a woman doesn't look at clothes when she goes into a store, there is basically nothing else to look at, so the two of them went shopping in vain accompanied by Wan Feng.
After leaving the store, Wan Feng took them to Wujiaohua. He wanted to take a look at bicycle parts, mainly to see how much a complete wheel of a 26-inch bicycle cost and how much it would cost to assemble it with spare parts.
In the bicycle group, Wan Feng found spare parts, but the number of parts was not large.
A complete 26 wheel costs 19 yuan, and if you assemble it yourself... it's actually two yuan more expensive.
What a world!
The price of nineteen yuan was one yuan cheaper than Wan Feng expected, which was a good sign.
Hey! Where did those two go?
It seemed like he hadn't heard any noise from them for a few minutes. Wan Feng turned around and saw Luan Feng and Jiang Min standing at the home appliance counter, looking around curiously at something.
Wan Feng walked behind the two of them and followed their line of sight, and found that they were looking at something on the counter that was making a squeaking sound.
Luan Feng and Jiang Min didn't know what it was, but Wan Feng knew it.
It was a cassette recorder movement with a radio movement attached. It was obviously not fully assembled yet. It was just a semi-finished product and even the shell was not made.
The radio is playing now, but the signal is bad and it's scrambling so much I don't know what it's playing.
Wan Feng vaguely remembers that in the early 1980s, there was a trend in cities to use tape recorder cores to assemble tape recorders. At that time, when tape recorders first appeared, they cost several hundred yuan and people could not afford them at all. Some domestic manufacturers saw the business opportunity and began to produce and sell tape recorder cores, which were about 40 yuan each.
People would spend money to buy such a movement and then buy radio accessories bit by bit, make the shell and assemble it by themselves, and finally put together a tape recorder.
At that time, a magazine held a competition and offered prizes, which was very popular for a while.
The movement of a radio factory in Beijing even won a national award.
Unfortunately, ideals are beautiful but reality is cruel. Few of those who build computers are successful. Except for a few who persevere, most of the products of those who build computers eventually become historical relics.
Wan Feng remembered that this seemed to happen in a few years, but it appeared now? Was this Zao Ling?
What went wrong? Could it be that my rebirth caused the time disturbance?
But is it useful to build a computer now? Without a cassette, this thing is useless even if I build it!
In 1979, a female singer named Zhu released a tape album in China, but there was almost no trace of it on the market. After the opening up, the first batch of tapes to enter China were from Liu Wenjing, who was an isolated island overseas, and they were not released until around 1982.
Back then, he was the number one king of Chinese pop music, and he sang countless songs without any effort.
But Wan Feng only remembered two of his songs, "Hotline You and Me" and "Like the Sun", and he had no impression of his other songs.
It seems like the memories are too far away.
Wan Feng pulled himself out of his memory and looked at the thing in front of him again.
The machine in front of me is just such a crude product, and a guy in his early twenties is pretending to tinker with it.
"Brother! Where did you buy this movement?" Wan Feng asked, sticking his head out from outside the counter.
The guy turned around and looked at Wan Feng in surprise, probably thinking that this guy knew a lot and even knew the movement of a tape recorder.
If Wan Feng knew what his friend was thinking, he would probably tell him that he could also tinker with MP4.
"Someone bought it in the capital on a business trip."
"How much did you buy it for?"
"Forty-seven dollars."
Damn, that’s more than a worker’s monthly salary.
"So, have you saved up enough and got a cassette tape to play?"
The guy hesitated to speak, and finally did not
Wan Feng judged from the guy's expression that he must have some tapes, maybe not many, maybe one or two.
It seems that cassette tapes and tape recorders were officially sold in China around 1982. Wan Feng didn't remember it very clearly. After all, he was still young during this period in his previous life and didn't care much about many things, which resulted in many vague memories.
Anyway, he remembered that the first time he danced disco was in the winter of 1982. The songs he used were "Genghis Khan" and "Alibaba". The reason why he remembered it so clearly was that the shock these two songs caused him was beyond words.
Wan Feng was impressed that this guy could own a cassette tape now.
"Let's go and have dinner," Wan Feng suggested.
These two silly girls can only listen to half of it. Don’t you have a radio box at home?
It's almost noon, the shops will be closing soon, so it's time to go eat.
The three of them walked out of the Wujiaohua store and after a few steps they entered a nearby restaurant.
Wan Feng remembered that he had been to this restaurant once and the chef’s dishes were very good.
The three of them found a seat.
"What would you two like to eat?"
"I want to eat boiled cabbage." This is the dish Jiang Min wanted.
"I want to make sauerkraut." This is the dish Luan Feng wanted.
Wan Feng was furious: "I took you to a restaurant and this is what you ordered for me? Why don't we just go home and eat? Why are we coming here?"
Luan Feng and Jiang Min looked at each other and said, "We don't know how to order, so you can do it yourself."
Wan Feng ignored them and ran to the window to order four dishes, then asked for two bowls of rice and a steamed bun and came back.
Next is the wait.
"What dishes did you order?" Luan Feng couldn't help but ask.
"One pickled cucumber, one pickled cabbage, one pickled radish, and one pickled eggplant."
Luan Feng's face turned black: "Why don't you pickle it too?"
Castrate me? If I really castrate you, you'll be crying.
More than ten minutes later, the waiter yelled, "Table number five, the picking is ready."
Wan Feng ran over happily and carried two in each hand twice.
One is Beijing-style shredded pork with sour sauce, one is sweet and sour spare ribs, one is braised carp and the last one is dry-fried pork tenderloin.
The food in rural families has too little oil and there is not much variety. These two guys work hard, and Wan Feng came in to take them to have a good meal and fill their stomachs with oil.
Money is not a problem.
Luan Feng's eyes lit up immediately and she picked up the chopsticks and prepared to start.
Jiang Min was the opposite of her. She didn't know what to do with the hand holding the chopsticks.
Wan Feng stretched out his chopsticks and blocked Luan Feng's chopsticks: "Silly, is this how you eat Beijing-style shredded pork?"
Luan Feng was confused: "How do I eat it?"
"Didn't you see that tofu skin? Putting shredded pork on tofu skin and rolling it up to eat it, so old-fashioned!"
Luan Feng didn't blush at all and didn't listen to Wan Feng. She still stuffed the shredded meat on the chopsticks into her mouth.
This is shameless.
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