Reborn in 1977

Opening the door with the key and entering the house.

Having not been here for a few days, Chen Fan first inspected the equipment.

He turned on the radio, but only heard static. It was almost 7 o'clock, yet the broadcast hadn't started yet?!

However, confirming that the radio wasn't broken was enough.

Then, he turned on the record player, put on a vinyl record, and immediately, melodious singing filled the room.

Xiao Liewen stood aside, watching him tinker, and couldn't help but ask, "How is it?"

Chen Fan turned his head and smiled, "It's fine, everything is normal."

Xiao Liewen nodded repeatedly, "Good, good."

Then, he looked at the alarm clock on the table, "There are still 10 minutes."

Judging from his tone, he was clearly impatient.

Chen Fan blinked and said softly, "How about we play a song first?"

Xiao Liewen also blinked, "Then… play one?"

Chen Fan nodded, "Okay, I'll play one."

Then, he rubbed his hands together, first turned down the volume of the record player, then turned on the broadcasting machine, and gently tapped the microphone with his hand. Immediately, a muffled sound came from the loudspeaker outside.

The militiamen who were training in the front yard couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the loudspeaker when they heard the sound.

Zhang Wenliang immediately reprimanded, "Training! What are you looking at?"

Someone muttered softly, "Didn't they say the broadcast would start at 7 o'clock? The loudspeaker is on, it must be 7 o'clock."

Zhang Wenliang said, "Even if it's 7 o'clock, you have to finish this set of exercises."

Then, pointing at them, "All of you be serious! Don't mess it up, or don't blame me for hitting you."

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy at the back smiled and said, "Third Brother, how about we speed up a bit?"

Someone next to him immediately echoed, "Yes, yes, yes, we won't mess it up, just speed it up, okay?"

Just as Zhang Wenliang was about to speak, Chen Fan's Mandarin voice came from the loudspeaker,

"Hello, comrades of the Lujiawan Production Brigade! I am Chen Fan, the broadcaster from the Lujiawan Production Brigade Broadcasting Station. Today is January 30, 1977, the 12th day of the twelfth lunar month, Sunday. It is now 6:52 AM, Capital Time. There are still 8 minutes before the official broadcast today. This is the broadcast debugging time. Next, we will play a song for everyone, 'The Achang People Sing a New Song', please enjoy."

Zhang Wenliang's eyes darted around, and he shouted loudly, "Listen to me, everyone! 1234, 2234, 3234, 4234…"

The militiamen, who were practicing punches and kicks in a proper manner, immediately sped up and finished a set of punches in a few moments, then ran to the middle courtyard and sat on the steps to listen to the song.

At this moment, the entire Lujiawan Production Brigade was in an uproar.

Those who hadn't gotten out of bed weren't afraid of the cold anymore, and they threw off their quilts and put on their clothes.

Of course, there were also those who didn't want to get out of bed, but they also sat up, wrapped themselves tightly in their quilts, and perked up their ears.

Those who had already gotten up ran outside one after another, and some even ran to the loudspeaker in the village, staring expectantly, as if they could hear it more clearly that way.

Before long, a large group of people had gathered under the telephone pole.

The loudspeaker immediately played a passionate song:

Village after village, let's beat the drums and gongs, the Achang people sing a new song. Chairman Li's brilliance shines on the border, the mountains laugh, the water smiles, and people are happy. Socialism is good, let's build a bridge of happiness, ah… The road is getting wider and wider, wider and wider…

Listening to the song from the loudspeaker, everyone's faces blossomed with smiles.

But there were also people who weren't too satisfied, "Where is this Achang place? I've never even heard of it. They should play 'Sing a New Song of Nanhu'."

Someone next to him laughed loudly, "Why don't you say 'Lujiawan Sings a New Song'?"

Someone else chimed in, "It's best if it's about our team."

This immediately caused a burst of laughter.

After this song was played, another song, "East Sea Little Militiaman", was played, and then it was 7 o'clock.

Chen Fan turned on the radio and said, "Comrades, the official broadcast time is next. The following is the radio news broadcast for everyone, please pay attention to listening."

Then, he switched to the radio connector.

Immediately after, a 'beep, beep, beep' sound came from the radio. After the hourly chime, a baritone voice rang out on the radio.

At this point, there was nothing for Chen Fan to do.

He turned off the microphone switch, stood up and stretched, then twisted his buttocks. When he turned his head, he saw Xiao Liewen, Secretary Yang, Captain Zhang, and Captain Ye all staring at him expectantly.

Chen Fan couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Liewen pointed at the broadcasting machine, "Is this… good?"

Chen Fan glanced back, then turned back and nodded, "Ah, after the news on the radio is finished, you can turn off the broadcasting machine, and the morning broadcast will be over."

Captain Zhang blinked wildly, stunned for several seconds before nodding, "Oh, okay."

Then, he pointed to the broadcasting station, "Then you keep a good eye on it, don't let anything go wrong."

Chen Fan said, "Don't worry, I'll be here watching, I guarantee nothing will go wrong."

After a pause, he looked at the four leaders and said with a smile, "Um, Secretary Yang, Captain Zhang, Captain Xiao, Captain Ye, can I make a request?"

Secretary Yang and the others looked at each other, then pointed at him, "You say."

Chen Fan pointed to the small alarm clock on the table and smiled, "You see, I don't have an alarm clock, and I don't know the time. Can I apply to take this alarm clock back? That way, I can guarantee that I won't be late in the future."

Secretary Yang said "Ah" and then said, "Okay, sure, I approve it."

Chen Fan nodded quickly, "Thank you, thank you."

Captain Zhang watched him from the side and asked softly, "The radio and clock you were given last time, didn't you fix them?"

Chen Fan said with a bitter face, "I don't even have the tools. A skilled woman can't cook without rice. And I can try the radio, but I haven't learned how to fix the clock, I don't know how."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Captain Zhang's eyes, "Oh."

At this time, Xiao Liewen suddenly said, "That, the militia company's communications squad has a set of maintenance tools. I'll talk to Sanhu later, and you can go to him to borrow them, and then return them when you're done."

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, then pretended to be overjoyed, "Thank you, Captain Xiao!"

But in his heart, he began to mutter. Captain Zhang's expression just now didn't seem right. Captain Xiao is rushing to lend him tools. What do they mean?

Is this a test to become a militia maintenance technician?

Seeing that there was nothing else here, Secretary Yang and the others left Chen Fan to watch over things, while they went to the front.

After leaving the brigade headquarters, the group saw many commune members gathered under the loudspeaker listening to the news. Captain Zhang took out his pipe and lit it, frowning as he said, "Just turning on the machine and then guarding it there, 10 work points a day, isn't that a bit too much?"

Ye Shubao also took out his hand-rolled cigarette and lit it with a match.

Just as he was about to speak, Secretary Yang's pipe came over and bummed a match. He then lit Xiao Liewen's pipe before throwing away the almost burnt match stick and exhaling a puff of smoke, saying,

"There's no way around it, that's the standard for broadcasters. The other brigades have all set this price, and none of them can speak Mandarin or repair the machines. You should be content."

Secretary Yang nodded and said, "Little Ye is right. This Little Chen can tinker with machines and can also repair them. Can you do that?"

Secretary Zhang grinned and smiled, "I'm just saying."

At this time, Xiao Liewen also said from the side, "Old Zhang, I really have to remind you about this. What did the people from the post office say that day? They wanted to transfer Chen Fan to be a clerk and give him a level 9 clerk position. A level 9 clerk's salary is at the 27th grade, 30 yuan a month, plus other benefits. Isn't that much higher than your 10 work points?"

Ye Shubao nodded repeatedly, "That's why we canceled the original 3-month probation period and immediately got him a household registration. Old Zhang, don't lose a watermelon for a sesame seed!"

If Chen Fan were here, hearing these words, he would definitely shout, "There's a conspiracy!"

There's still more today, I'm rushing to finish it o(╥﹏╥)o