Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 589 The First Spring Festival Gala

New Year's Eve, evening.

The air is filled with the flavor of the New Year created by firecrackers. At night, the light bulbs in every household in Qingxidian are all on. On these days, no matter how frugal people are, they will not care about the electricity bill.

This small mountain village in the corner has a prosperous atmosphere with bright lights.

Thanks to the "Village-to-Village" project that is gradually being implemented, more than a year ago, commune members were still using kerosene lamps. At that time, only the brigade headquarters had such nifty gadgets as electricity and radio.

There is a custom of keeping the year old on New Year's Eve. The local people have always followed the old tradition. All the lights in the house must be on before midnight on this night.

This year's reunion dinner has been brought forward by all households, and the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month is mixed with the mottled fragrance of vegetables.

The preparations for the New Year's Eve dinner at Lao Li's family are in full swing. In fact, they have been busy all day long.The staff at home are divided into two shifts. This is the work of women - Mrs. Yuying takes charge of the cooking, the eldest daughter and eldest daughter-in-law help, and the little monkey is responsible for taking care of the baby.

The men will be busy in the group headquarters.

An old man and two young men.In time for the New Year's Eve dinner, I wanted to set up the fishbone antenna and the TV, but I couldn't delay the expectations of the entire team members.

Yes, the whole team.

Earlier, Li Jiankun had downplayed the matter and invited the members to watch at his home. He thought that there were a few TV sets in the team, and if the personnel were divided, they could handle it in an empty field outside his home.

As a result, the closer we get to New Year’s Eve, the more popular a saying becomes in the brigade——

“Who would watch black and white TV when there is a color TV?”

The members all pointed at his color TV.As a result, the empty space in front of the door is definitely not enough, so the broadcast venue can only be temporarily changed to the brigade headquarters.

"Brother, turn around again, turn around slowly."

On the green tile roof of the brigade headquarters, Li Jianxun was squatting half-crouched, with a towering bamboo pole erected next to him, with a fishbone antenna fixed on the top.After receiving his younger brother's command, Biaozi held the spinning hands of the bamboo pole and slowed down.

Under the eaves, a square table was set up, with a color TV set on it.

Li Jiankun was lying on the desktop debugging.

Li Guifei held a cigarette in his mouth and poked it aside, and he had an aura about him.It's that kind of thing...the happiness of the whole team tonight is given by my family!

His brother Li Guiyi stood on the other side and didn't bother to look at him. He couldn't bear to see him look like this.

"Okay, stop!" Li Jiankun suddenly shouted.

Biaozi on the roof immediately stopped moving.

The 21-inch screen showed a pretty clear picture, with only a few scattered snowflakes, which could be ignored if they were slightly farther away.

The TV program is showing news—these days, CCTV is all about news for most of the day.The figures inside were shaking, and the clothes on their bodies, the complexion on their faces, and the background environment were all bright and colorful.In the eyes of people who have never seen color TV, it is like being in person.

The old man Guiyi's eyes shone brightly and he praised: "What a good thing!"

Li Guifei glanced at him and said in a controlled tone: "That's it. Let's go back for the New Year's Eve dinner. The TV is here. If it is lost..."

"You won't lose it even if you throw it away!"

Li Guifei snorted and left.

After Li Jiankun saw him walking away, he took out a bottle of Maotai from his bulging leather jacket, stuffed it into his uncle's hand, winked and said, "Take two bottles tonight."

According to local customs, we can't drink together tonight, everyone has to celebrate the New Year at their own homes.

The old man Guiyi happily took it, looked at his nephew lovingly, and joked: "He knows such a good wine, so he shouldn't be impatient?"

Li Jiankun grinned, "Can I be afraid of him?"

I'm just afraid that he will be embarrassed outside by looking around!

The old man Guiyi laughed and urged his two nephews to go back quickly.Looking at the backs of the two walking away together, this old man who had held the absolute power of Qingxidian for nearly 20 years sighed quietly at the night sky.

His biggest regret in his life was not being able to give birth to a son.

What a wonderful couple!

He didn't say it, but he was truly envious of his brother's blessings.

When the Li brothers returned home, the square table in the dining room was filled with authentic farm dishes.With the current living conditions of Lao Li's family, there is obviously no shortage of big fish and meat to eat. The main thing for New Year's Eve dinner is to enjoy the atmosphere.

There were old and young at the dinner table, and little Ping An was at his cutest age, laughing and having fun.

Mrs. Yuying's eyebrows were smiling. In the mind of this rural woman who had never read a book and had no ambitions, the so-called family happiness was probably like this.

It was rare for Li Guifei to smile throughout the whole process, and he didn't complain at all. He drank half a pound of wine and gave everyone a big red envelope after they were full.

Li Jiankun checked the thickness of the red envelope, opened it and took a look, what a guy!There can be two hundred.

Li Guifei snorted and said, "What's wrong? I have a lot of money, and it will get moldy if I don't spend it anymore!"

Alright alright, you are awesome.

Li Jiankun didn't want to quarrel with him. He knew that the little old man's idea of ​​setting up a factory failed, but he still felt resentful.

Li Yunmeng saw everyone put down their chopsticks, put red envelopes in their pockets, and hurriedly left the table, running quickly, "I'm going to the brigade headquarters first."

Li Yunshang deliberately teased her, "Xiaomeng, what do you kid do with so much money? Let mom save it for you."

<divclass="contentadv">Whoosh!

Even if the Shenxing Taibao comes, he will drink his hatred.

Thoughts floated in the night, "Bad money! They cheated me out of my New Year's money every year, and I can't get it back at all!"

Awakened.

In the kitchen, the three women quickly packed the dishes, and then the family carried the matza, made rice dumplings for Xiao Ping An, and walked to the brigade headquarters as if taking a walk to eat.

At this time, the empty field outside the brigade headquarters was already overcrowded.The little carrots stopped making noises and nestled in the arms of adults. All the villagers' eyes were fixed on the 21-inch color screen without blinking.

Simply amazing!

It's like there are real people performing in the box.

Lao Li's family came over, causing a brief commotion. Mrs. Yuying originally said she could sit wherever she wanted, but was pushed to the front row by the villagers.Li Guifei was not polite, and Da Ma Jin Dao sat in the C position.

Li Jiankun and the others sat next to each other. He had the best seat. No one in the village had any objections. If they really wanted to sit in the back row, everyone would be embarrassed.

Under the night sky, hundreds of people, each with a small size per capita, were crowded together, which was not only lively but also hugging each other to keep warm and resist the cold wind. They were lined up in a fan shape for more than ten meters and "protected" by a TV set.

This kind of scene will be hard to see in future generations. It has a different kind of atmosphere and passion.

"It's started, it's started!"

On the TV screen, the picture suddenly changed. Several big red lanterns appeared unexpectedly, and the four characters "Congratulations on the New Year" appeared.

Everyone held their breath, but instead of waiting for the grand stage, they waited for Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang in a gray tunic suit.He first gave an explanation. In short, there is no program list for this Spring Festival Gala. There are four hotlines at the backstage of the party. Audiences in the capital can call to order programs.

"Oh, why are we only allowed to fight against spectators in the capital?"

"We also want to have some shows!"

"Conditions don't allow it."

There was a lot of discussion on the spot.

There is a telephone at the brigade headquarters, but calling the capital is a long way to go.If calls from all over the country were made to the capital, the telephone system might be paralyzed.

Li Jiankun actually watched the replay in his previous life, and he is still very involved in watching it now.What is interaction and participation?

Debut is the pinnacle.

What the people want to see, what the actors perform, this lively form, no show in later generations can compare with.So what if something goes wrong?

The parties in later generations went smoothly, but they became worse and worse every year, becoming more and more ugly.

Literary and artistic activities should provide emotional value, not an emotional performance.

The screen cut again, festive music came from the speakers, and a comic book-like opening sequence appeared. After the play ended, it cut to a small and simple venue.

Four hosts stood on the stage: Jiang Kun, Ma Ji, Liu Xiaoqing and drama actor Wang Jingyu.

There are a dozen thin tabletops underneath, and almost all of the people sitting around them are performing artists.After a simple opening remarks, the host introduced them respectively so that the audience would know who was present, and then they could call their programs.

This shows that the real chapter cannot be taken on without real skill.

This party was the ultimate in interaction. People say that the 80s were not open to the public, but there was an air of democracy on the screen. There were [-] grand prizes in the party, and the audience could guess crossword puzzles by sending letters.

But when Ma Ji and Jiang Kun brought a long table covered with red satin onto the stage, Li Jiankun almost didn't cry.

The so-called grand prizes are nothing more than: roller pens, mechanical pencils, notebooks, souvenir books... these things.

He turned to look at the villagers present and found that everyone was very interested in participating. No one complained that the prize was not enough, and they just wished they couldn't make a phone call.

When Liu Xiaoqing announced the first word puzzle: from top to bottom, unite widely.

Li Jiankun noticed the literate villagers around him, and every one of them was involved and started guessing.

"Xiaomeng, what's the word?" Li Yunshang patted her sister sitting on her lap.

"This...my second brother must know, right second brother?"

Little clever ghost.

"That's right, I said you guys are just guessing. Didn't you see Jiankun sitting here?"

"Jiankun, what's the word?"

Li Jiankun pointed to the small ponytail under his buttocks and gave a hint without directly announcing the answer.

Li Yunmeng suddenly realized, "Oh, I know, seat!"

Li Guifei was also using his brain to guess. When he heard this, he slapped his thigh with his right hand and said, "That's right!" After that, he also pulled his big baby over to give him a sweet kiss as a sign of praise.

However, the girl was older and didn't appreciate it, so she pushed him away with his pouty, yellow-toothed mouth full of stubble.

This made Li Guifei look resentful.