Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The three of them walked out of the store empty-handed, laughing and laughing, without buying anything.

It was true that there was nothing to buy. Other women went to the store mainly to look at fabrics and clothing, but Luan Feng and Jiang Min did this themselves, and they almost just looked at these things.

When a woman enters the store without looking at the clothes, there is basically nothing else to look at, so the two of them strolled around in vain accompanied by Wan Feng.

After leaving the store, Wan Feng led them into Wujiaohua. He wanted to have a look at the bicycle accessories, mainly to see how much the whole wheel of the 26th bicycle cost, and how much it cost to assemble it with spare parts.

In the bicycle group, Wan Feng found spare parts, but the number of spare parts was not many.

A complete twenty-six wheel is nineteen yuan, but it is two yuan more expensive to assemble it yourself.

What a world!

The price of nineteen yuan was one yuan cheaper than Wan Feng expected, which was a good sign.

Huh! Where did those two goods go?

It seemed that he hadn't heard their noise for a few minutes. Wan Feng turned his head and saw Luan Feng and Jiang Min standing at the appliance counter, looking at something.

Wan Feng walked behind the two of them and followed their line of sight, and found that they were looking at something that was making a creaking sound on the counter.

Luan Feng and Jiang Min didn't know what it was, but Wan Feng did.

It was a cassette tape recorder with a radio movement. It was obvious that the machine hadn't been built yet, it was just a semi-finished product, and the casing hadn't even been made yet.

Now the radio is playing, the signal is not good, and it is beeping and I don't know what it is playing.

Wan Feng vaguely remembered that in the early 1980s, it was popular in the city to use tape recorders to store tape recorders. When tape recorders first appeared, people couldn’t afford the price of several hundred yuan. Some domestic manufacturers saw the business opportunities. Started to make and sell the movement of the tape recorder, which cost about 40 yuan each.

People 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 build a radio recorder.

There were also magazines that held a solicitation contest back then, and there were bonuses, and the momentum was very huge for a while.

The movement of a radio factory in Tianjing has also won a national award.

It's a pity that the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cold. Those who build machines are really few who succeed in building machines. Except for a few people who persevere, most of the products of machine builders have become historical relics in the end.

Wan Feng remembered that this would only happen in a few years. Could it be happening now? Is this too early?

What went wrong? Could it be the time disorder caused by his own rebirth?

Is it just useful to build a machine now? There is no cassette, this thing is useless even if it is saved!

In China, a female singer surnamed Zhu released a tape album in 1979, but there was almost no trace on the market. After the opening, the first batch of tapes to enter the country was Liu Wenzheng from an overseas isolated island, and it was still around 1982. .

At that time, this guy was the king of the first Chinese language, and he sang countless songs nonchalantly.

But Wan Feng only remembered two of his songs, one was Hotline, You and I were the same as the sun, and he didn’t have much memory of the rest of his songs.

It seems that the memory is too far away.

Wan Feng pulled himself out of memory, and looked at the thing in front of him again.

The machine in front of him is such a second-hand product, and a guy in his early twenties is pretending to be playing with it.

"Brother! Where did you buy this movement?" Wan Feng poked his head out of the counter and asked.

The boy turned his head and looked at Wan Feng in amazement, probably thinking that this boy knew a lot, and he even knew the mechanism of the tape recorder.

If Wan Feng knew that the boy was thinking so hard, he would tell him that I can still play with 4.

"Someone bought it in the capital on a business trip."

"How much did you pay for it?"

"Forty-seven dollars."

Fuck, it's equal to a worker's salary for more than a month.

"Then do you have a cassette to put away after saving?"

The boy hesitated to speak, and finally said no.

From Wan Feng's analysis of the boy's expression, he must have tapes, maybe not many, probably one or two.

Cassette tapes and tape recorders were officially sold in China around 1982. I don’t remember this Wan Feng very well. After all, he was still young at this time in his last life, and he didn’t care much about many things, which caused a lot of ambiguity in his memory. .

Anyway, he remembered that the first time he danced disco was in the winter of 1982, the songs he used were Genghis Khan and Ali Baba.

Wan Feng is impressed that this guy can own cassette tapes now.

"Let's go, let's go eat." Wan Feng suggested.

These two silly girls can listen to it for a long time. Don't you have a radio box in your house?

It's almost noon, the store will be closed soon after get off work, and it's time to eat.

The three of them walked out of the Wujiaohua store and entered a nearby restaurant within a few steps.

Wan Feng remembers coming to this restaurant once, and the chef's dishes are pretty good.

The three found a seat.

"What do you two want to eat?"

"I want to eat boiled cabbage." This is the dish Jiang Min wanted.

"If I boil sauerkraut." This is the dish Luan Feng asked for.

Wan Feng became angry: "I'll take you to the restaurant, and you will order this for me? Then we can go home and eat, what are you doing here?"

Luan Feng and Jiang Min looked at each other: "We don't know how to order, so you can do it."

Wan Feng ignored them, ran to the window, ordered four dishes, and then returned with two bowls of rice and a steamed bun.

The next step is to wait.

"What dish do you want?" Luan Feng couldn't help asking.

"One pickled cucumber, one pickled cabbage, one pickled radish, and one pickled eggplant."

Luan Feng's black face: "Why don't you pickle yourself too?"

Castrate me? I'm really castrated, it's no wonder you don't cry when the time comes.

After more than ten minutes, the waiter let out an wailing sound: "Table 5, it's ready."

Wan Feng ran over in a desperate manner, and carried it twice with one hand.

A shredded pork with Beijing sauce, a sweet and sour pork ribs, a plate of braised carp and the last one is dry fried tenderloin.

The food in rural families is too little oily, and it hasn't changed much. These two guys are desperate to work. Wan Feng came here to bring them a good meal and fill their stomachs with oil and water.

money is not a problem.

Luan Feng's eyes lit up immediately, picked up the chopsticks and was ready to strike.

Jiang Min, on the other hand, didn't know what to do with the hand holding the chopsticks.

Wan Feng blocked Luan Feng's chopsticks by stretching out his chopsticks: "Stupid, is that what you eat shredded pork with Beijing sauce?"

Luan Feng was confused: "Then how to eat?"

"Didn't you see the tofu skin? Put the shredded pork on the tofu skin and eat it, old fashioned!"

Luan Feng didn't blush at all and didn't listen to Wan Feng, she still stuffed the shredded pork from the chopsticks into her mouth.

This is shameless.

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