Reborn in 1977

After putting the book away, Chen Fan butchered a chicken and plucked its feathers at Grandpa Lu's house, adding some small potatoes freshly dug from the ground to make a large pot of braised chicken with potatoes in soy sauce.

The fragrance of the small potatoes mixed with the aroma of the chicken, making mouths water.

But it wasn't time to eat yet.

Chen Fan put the cooked dish into a casserole and placed it on a charcoal stove to simmer slowly.

He took out his alarm clock to check the time, and with half an hour until 4 o'clock, he began tidying up while smiling at Grandpa Lu, "Once I get off work, this dish should be stewed until tender, which will be perfect timing to eat. You rest first, Grandpa, I'm off to work."

Grandpa Lu watched him put the alarm clock in his bag with a smile in his eyes, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face. In the end, he didn't say anything, and just waved his hand at him, "Go on, go on."

Chen Fan chuckled, opened the door, and walked out.

Closing the door and dividing half of the remaining basket of charcoal into another basket, and throwing the other rooster into the basket, Chen Fan finally set off with the load on his shoulders.

But he still wasn't going to work; there was still half an hour before work started.

He was going to Xiao Liewen's house.

Along the way, he greeted the families with open doors, constantly saying, "Happy New Year."

After a long walk, he finally arrived at the entrance of Captain Xiao's house.

Carrying the things inside, Chen Fan repeated what he had said at Grandpa Lu's house, eliciting a burst of laughter and scolding from Xiao Liewen, "You really are a miserly old rich guy."

"Miserly old rich guy" meant a very stingy nouveau riche.

Chen Fan put down the load, handed the rooster to Aunt Xiao, while the two youngest children of the Xiao family, after their father nodded, carried the basket to the back.

Only then did he smile and say, "Can a miserly old rich guy send you a basket of charcoal? And throw in a chicken? I'm already meeting the high standards, okay? At most, I'll bring you a big radish when I come to pay my respects the day after tomorrow."

Xiao Liewen laughed and scolded him a few more times, handed him a Peony cigarette, and asked, "Is the New Year's Eve dinner at home all prepared? Or should we just have the reunion dinner here?"

Chen Fan accepted the cigarette with both hands, chuckled, "Thank you for your concern. The New Year's Eve dinner at home is incredibly sumptuous. I had 12 dishes at noon today, and I ate so much that I was almost too full to come to the brigade office to work."

"12 dishes?"

Xiao Liewen was immediately amused, "Just you and Little Jiang, right? Can you two finish that much?"

Chen Fan didn't mention Sister Jiang's matter, just chuckled, "It's mainly for the atmosphere, it's the New Year, so we make it lavish. Anyway, it doesn't matter if we can't finish it. In this weather, no matter what dish it is, it won't spoil for ten or eight days. We can just leave it at home and eat it slowly."

Xiao Liewen laughed, "In a couple of days, your students will definitely come to wish you a Happy New Year. When you heat up the dishes and put them on the table, I'm afraid they'll be gone in just two or three days."

Chen Fan smacked his lips and said with a frown, "Wouldn't I be at a great disadvantage then?"

Xiao Liewen almost choked on his cigarette, pointed at him, and coughed non-stop, unable to speak.

Chen Fan quickly picked up the teacup and handed it over, "Take it easy, old man."

Xiao Liewen took a sip from the teacup, finally catching his breath, and then said, "Don't go back to eat after work later, just have the reunion dinner here."

Chen Fan smiled and said softly, "Before coming to your place, I just went to Grandpa Lu's house and made him a braised chicken with potatoes in soy sauce. I promised him I'd go over later to have a drink with him."

Hearing this, Xiao Liewen nodded in understanding and didn't try to persuade him any further, just nodding and saying, "That's good, that's good!"

At this moment, looking at Chen Fan, his eyes were clearly full of gratification. He hadn't taken on the wrong disciple.

Then he regretted it.

He only heard Chen Fan say, "I promised to have a drink with Grandpa Lu, but I don't have any wine. Can you lend me some wine? If not, I'll go find Captain Zhang?"

Xiao Liewen's face darkened, "Wait."

He stood up and walked into the room.

Borrowing wine from someone's house during the New Year; how did he even think of that?

But thinking about how he and a group of comrades had emptied the company commander's stock during the New Year in the past, he couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

After a while, he came out, carrying a bottle of Yunhu Daqu in his left hand, but holding a ten-foot-long red spear in his right hand.

Chen Fan jumped away with a whoosh, "Don't point a gun at me just because you won't give me wine!"

Xiao Liewen rolled his eyes, threw the spear horizontally, "I taught you the great spear stance the day before yesterday. This is a great spear made especially for you. Use this to practice from now on."

Chen Fan quickly caught it in his hands, grinning and chuckling, "Thank you, Captain."

Looking at this spear, the shaft was made of white wax wood, probably soaked in tung oil, and was transparent and reddish throughout, with great elasticity. The spearhead was not sharpened, but the material was fine iron, and it would be terrible to be poked by it.

The key was that it was really long. The spear shaft and spearhead together were a full 4 meters long. It was difficult to maintain balance when holding it in his hands, let alone use this spear to practice the great spear stance.

But Chen Fan wasn't afraid. With the skill panel, he was guaranteed to master the basics in three days and become proficient in seven days.

What he needed to consider was whether to wait until after the New Year to tell Captain Xiao that he had mastered the great spear stance?!

After Chen Fan took the great spear and sat down again, Xiao Liewen sat back in his chair, handed him the wine, and said, "Grandpa Lu is old, don't let him drink too much."

Chen Fan grinned and smiled, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Xiao Liewen smiled and nodded slightly. Although Chen Fan was young, he was methodical in his work and more reliable than Zhang Wenliang. There was really nothing to say about this.

After chatting with Xiao Liewen for a while, Chen Fan saw that it was almost time, so he prepared to go to work.

When he was about to leave, he asked again, "Captain, should we read a New Year's greeting on the radio?"

"New Year's greeting?"

Xiao Liewen looked at him with curiosity, "What's that?"

Chen Fan said softly, "It's just the leaders of the brigade office wishing all the members of the production team a Happy New Year, good health, and family happiness."

Xiao Liewen suddenly understood, "Oh, saying some nice things for the New Year, right? That's fine."

After a pause, he said, "Don't just say the leaders, just say the brigade office. Anyway, you know more about this than we do, just do it yourself, I won't check it."

Chen Fan made a gesture, "Don't worry, I guarantee it will be done properly."

Then he put the wine in the bag, picked up the empty basket, and carried the spear on his shoulder, and walked out.

When he went out, he almost knocked off the eaves tiles of Xiao Liewen's house, which made Xiao Liewen laugh and scold him again.

Hearing the scolding, Chen Fan quickly ran into the brigade office.

The basket was placed in the front yard, and the spear was carried into the broadcasting room.

The broadcasting room could fit it, but when he was going upstairs just now, he couldn't get past the corner, so he could only lean the spear vertically against the railing on the second floor, and then lift the spear up from above after going up.

At 4 o'clock, Chen Fan turned on the radio, first broadcasting the program from the county radio station, and then practiced the great spear stance while looking at the "Tangtou Songjue" given by Grandpa Lu.

When it was 5 o'clock, he leaned into the microphone and recited the broadcast script without a draft, "Comrades, Happy Spring Festival! Today is February 17th, New Year's Eve, a good day for the New Year. After overthrowing the four major gangs, we can finally have a happy and peaceful Spring Festival.

On this joyous day of universal celebration, all the comrades of the Lujiawan Production Brigade Office, including Secretary Yang Yizhong, Brigade Leader Zhang Changjiang, Deputy Brigade Leaders Xiao Liewen and Ye Shubao, Women's Team Leader Yang Xingxiu, Militia Company Commander Zhang Wenliang, Accountant Li Chengguo, Storekeeper Luo Guitian, Health Worker Zhang Juemin, and our team leaders, who are…, they all sincerely wish all the members of Lujiawan good health and family happiness…"

Hearing the sound coming from the loudspeaker, everyone in the entire brigade came out of their homes.

Team 6.

Yang Chuanfu was smoking his pipe, smiling from ear to ear.

Yang Ju smiled beside him, "Dad, you're included too, and you were mentioned more than others."

Yang Chuanfu grinned and raised his head proudly, "Mmm, mmm, mmm, that's right."

Team 5.

Zhang Guangwen looked at Zhang Wenliang, "Who assigned him this task?"

Zhang Wenliang said with a smile, "With his cleverness, does he need someone to assign him?"

Hearing this, a smile also bloomed on Zhang Guangwen's face.

When the other members heard that all the leading cadres of the brigade were wishing them a Happy New Year on the radio, they were all overjoyed.

Some were just having their reunion dinner, so they raised their heads and shouted, "Let off the firecrackers!"