Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

In recent years, grain production has been rising year by year, and the yield per mu has reached more than 800 kilograms. Not only can everyone have enough food to eat, but thanks to sufficient grain production, a portion of it can also be used to feed livestock.

Nowadays, an ordinary family can eat three to five meals of braised pork a month.

In addition to the mutton spine hotpot, there are also rich side dishes on the dinner table tonight. When the hotpot starts to boil, everyone starts to take their seats.

At this moment, Chang Zhengyang was thinking that regarding this Spring Festival Gala, family fun is certainly important, but it is also important to criticize current social ills and expose all kinds of ugly phenomena.

He still remembered that in his previous life, since he went to college, he would always say every year during the Spring Festival Gala that this was the worst Spring Festival Gala and he would never watch it again.

I say this every year, but I watch it every year. I am disappointed every time I watch it, until one year I suddenly stop watching it.

Because he was completely disappointed with the Spring Festival Gala.

Later I joked with my friends: Who would watch the Spring Festival Gala if they are serious? Anyone with a high IQ would not watch the Spring Festival Gala. It's just like people with a high IQ would not watch the Chinese men's football match. They just think they are living too happily and want to make things difficult for themselves.

I don’t know since when, the programs of the Spring Festival Gala have become more and more boring. The programs are full of preaching tones and the disgusting faces of some people who are condescending.

Chang Zhengyang clinked his glasses with Xu Damao, took a sip of wine, and then picked up a piece of lamb ribs and put it in his mouth.

"I think this party should be called the Spring Festival Gala, and family fun should be the theme of this party."

Xu Damao nodded and said, "The station thinks so too, but we can't bring out those revolutionary songs and model operas in the program. After all, these things are out of date."

When he said this, everyone nodded involuntarily. Chang Zhengyang hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"It seems like you guys want to come up with something new?"

"Yes, we are looking for someone to commission an article, but we are not sure to what extent the higher-ups will relax the rules, so we came to you, Zhengyang, for advice."

Chang Zhengyang pondered for a while and slowly sang a song.

The mountains and rivers are only in my dreams. I haven't been close to my motherland for many years, but no matter what, it can't change my Chinese heart. Although I wear Western clothes, my heart is still Chinese. My ancestors have already branded everything about me with Chinese marks. The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain, and the Yellow River are all very important to me. No matter when or where, they are still dear to my heart. The blood flowing in my heart surges with the voice of China. Even if I am in a foreign country, it can't change my Chinese heart...

The voice was low at first, and then gradually became higher.

Everyone put down their chopsticks and listened quietly, as if they saw an aspiring young man in Western clothes who, in a foreign country, never forgot his Chinese blood and was proud of his patriotic heart.

clap clap...

At the end of the song, warm applause broke out. Chang Laowu shouted, "I've heard this song in Hong Kong. It's called My Chinese Heart. Brother, I didn't expect you to sing songs from Hong Kong. I didn't realize it. You've hidden it very well!"

Ms. Guo slapped Chang Laowu on the back of his head and said to Chang Zhengyang worriedly, "Son, you sang a song from Hong Kong..."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Xu Damao's family of three. Chang Zhengyang waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's okay. No one can do anything to me now!"

Xu Damao, who was about to express his opinion, was stunned when he heard this, then lowered his head and took a sip of wine. At this moment, his heart began to churn.

Because Chang Zhengyang's words revealed so much information, he felt that he still didn't know enough about this old neighbor.

Chang Zhengyang glanced at Xu Damao. After the other party finished drinking, when he looked up again, his face was already excited.

"Zhengyang, you don't want the station to play this song at the party, do you?"

When he asked this question, everyone looked over and Chang Zhengyang smiled as if it was a matter of course.

"Of course, this song is pretty good..."

"But this is Hong Kong..."

"It's because this song is from Hong Kong that we need it!"

Chang Zhengyang interrupted Xu Damao without any hesitation, and then he became interested and sang another song.

After a hundred years of slumber, the Chinese people have gradually awakened. Open your eyes, look carefully, who is willing to be a captive? Because of cowardice and tolerance, people are becoming more arrogant. Shout, shout loudly, the whole country is a soldier, and robbers who want to invade will eventually die. The Great Wall will never fall, the Yellow River flows for thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful with green peaks. Ask me how my country looks like it is infected with the disease, break through the bloody road, wave your hands, and work hard to revive the country. How can we let the land be trampled again? Everyone should take up the mission...

As soon as the song was finished, Chang Laowu shouted again: "I've heard this one too, it's also from Hong Kong, it's called Wanli City Will Never Fall, and it's also the theme song of a movie..."

Snapped!

This time, Ms. Guo slapped Chang Laowu on the butt and scolded him, "Why are you so noisy? See what you can do."

At this time Xu Damao was a little numb. In his expectation, the scale suggestion given by Chang Zhengyang was just like that at most. Who would have thought it would be so explosive? He wondered if the director would have a heart attack if he went back to report to him.

"Zhengyang, you don't want to sing this song..."

Chang Zhengyang snapped his fingers and said, "Of course, you can also sing folk songs, do some crosstalk and skits. Everyone is familiar with crosstalk and skits, but my suggestion is that in terms of beauty creation, the actors should take the initiative to criticize current ills and expose social ills, such as cadres accepting gifts, being disrespectful to the people, eating and drinking with public funds, etc. You can also talk about small vendors selling inferior goods as good ones and shortchanging people."

As Chang Zhengyang spoke, he picked up a piece of lamb ribs and put it into his mouth.

Xu Damao smiled bitterly and said, "My ancestors, the small vendor Haibo said, this is not corruption, eating and drinking with public funds is not something we dare to do!"

Chang Zhengyang laughed and said, "It's okay. Tell Lao Zhu that since I'm a consultant in the station, I can also hold the title of consultant for the evening party!"

Xu Damao shook his head. He felt that the director would not agree this time, because if they did as Chang Zhengyang did, they would definitely offend a large number of people.

Chang Zhengyang saw Xu Damao shaking his head, so he just patted him on the shoulder and said, "Just tell Lao Zhu what I said."

This Xu Damao still lacks political awareness and sensitivity. It seems that this guy will only be a director in his lifetime.

As for whether Master Zhu would agree, he believed that as long as the other party still wanted to make progress, he would definitely agree to his suggestion.

After all, he had offered to serve as a consultant, which meant he was taking on most of the pressure for the other party. If the other party didn't even agree to this, then he would doubt how the other party got the position of director.