Yin Jinghua got a refrigerator and called the four general soldiers to carry it to Xue Xiang's house. He deliberately did not use trucks to transport it, just to fill the stubborn people in the four nine cities with their own knowledge and sincerity. Yin Jinghua was enthusiastic and urged the four soldiers to carry it in rotation. As soon as he walked to the entrance of Tiemen Hutong in Hufang Bridge, he met Chen Fosheng, who was in a bad mood and Zhang Fatty Zhang who was refreshed. He naturally recognized Zhang Fatty Zhang, remembering that this guy toasted him and asked about his position. Chen Fosheng next to him also had some impression of him, and he had had dinner that day.

Yin Jinghua was originally planning to show off. As long as he met a familiar stubborn man, he would take the initiative to tell his place and intention without waiting for others to ask questions to expand his influence. He was clinking, inadequately thinking, and the time was too inappropriate. At noon, the stubborn man either had dinner at home or had lunch breaks, so how could he have activities? Yin Jinghua was wearing a big sun and walked from his father's office to Hufang Bridge. No one of the familiar stubborn man met, and was anxious. Finally, he bumped into two familiar people here, regardless of whether one of them was in his thirties, and had already left the stubborn man's team. He held his hands with his relatives and began to tell his glorious journey.

Yin Jinghua expressed his intention proudly. Chen Fosheng, who looked unhappy, suddenly shone brightly in the sun, and his dead fish's face instantly bloomed like flowers. He vented his anger at Yin Jinghua for a while, and after talking for a long time, the whole meaning can be summarized into four words: "You are late."

After hearing the bad news, Yin Jinghua almost fell head-on. Tears flowed on his face like a betrayal. It was so fucking tragedy. He grabbed Chen Fosheng's clothes and refused to let go. He was full of resentment, and even Fatty Zhang beside him hated him.

Yin Jinghua was full of anger and couldn't vent his anger. On the spot, he called a few soldiers to smash the refrigerator. The soldiers were not as good as him, so they were reluctant to take action. Standing in place and looking at each other, they just didn't do it. Yin Jinghua was furious and wanted to end up by himself, but was pulled by Fatty Zhang next to him. Fatty Zhang was trying to get close to these yamen. It was a good opportunity for him to hold the furious Yin Jinghua and said softly that since the third brother's house has a refrigerator, with your brother's ability, of course, it was just to show your ability before he could show his ability. Why bother?

Fatty Zhang's praise made Yin Jinghua turn anger into joy, and he slapped his hands and only thought about which one would give him, but the more the gift is, the more sincere he is, the more he is. Yin Jinghua thanked Zhang and directed the four soldiers to carry the refrigerator and return in the same way. He kept urging everyone to speed up, and he followed behind and was so tired that he didn't dare to slack off. Who knew if anyone would steal his first place again.

Yin Jinghua returned to the office and arranged the task of asking for TV to Liu Dashi to do it quickly. Secretary Liu was troubled by him. He had made many calls and conditions to get this refrigerator before he got it. In a blink of an eye, he wanted an old hen to turn into a duck. The refrigerator was so difficult to get, and the TV was even more difficult. Secretary Liu didn't bother and handed over the key and said that there was one in your father's lounge, so he had the courage to move it himself.

Yin Jinghua jumped up and shouted, why did I forget this? Isn’t this riding a donkey to find a donkey? After that, he opened the door and rolled up his TV and took it away. Afterwards, the Political Commissar of Yin learned that his treasured TV was moved away by his son. When he returned home, he was furious and the pots and pans broke all over the floor. Yin’s eldest son couldn’t control the old man’s anger. When the door was closed, the quilt was pulled, he hid in the small building and unified it, and he was in charge of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

This time, Yin Jinghua stopped showing off and drove straight to Xue Xiang's house. Seeing Yin Jinghua working so hard, Xue Xiang was very moved and left him for lunch before he sent it out enthusiastically.

Yin Jinghua sent the famous Kaige brand 9-inch full transistor black and white TV. To be more rare than a private yacht at that time, it was like a private owner of a luxury yacht. Of course, this metaphor is just a very rare word, not a reference to its value. You should know that the price of TVs at that time was far more expensive than refrigerators, with extremely low output, and were also restricted to purchase, and only supplied to government agencies, state-owned enterprises, and military. It is almost impossible for private owners to own. This TV produced in Mingzhu City was born in 1973 and can be said to be the country at that time.

The most advanced and best-quality TV set in the Republic. Although the Republic had its first domestic TV in 58 years and mass-produced 143 color TV sets in 73 years, there have been many TV brands so far. However, in terms of the clarity of the picture and the stability of the image, there is no one who can match the right side of this Ching Ge. This TV set is extremely simple to Xue Xiang. It has a shrinkable antenna inserted on the gray iron shell, and there are only two knobs on the side of the nine-inch wide screen, one is to adjust the frequency and the other is to adjust the channel.

If the refrigerator just entered the house, a few little guys would look around and touch and laugh. When the TV arrived home, the three little guys stayed still and were stunned. Is this the legendary treasure that would be a villain dancing and singing? After a long time, the three of them let out a shrill howl at the same time. The little guy was so happy that he jumped up and down, using the sofa as a trampoline. Xiaowan and Xiaoyi also covered their mouths and giggled. Today is the happiest day for them to grow up so old.

There was a news about the TV in Xue Xiang's family. Within ten minutes, the entire courtyard knew. The eldest sister-in-law, the aunt of the west, the Mao boy, and the girl of Pi rushed in to watch the fun. You know, even the upper-level families in the capital at that time had TV. Everyone might have seen TV, but it was just a group of learning meetings, documents, and listening to the central government's instructions. They even had no chance to take a look. At this moment, when they saw the real thing, they were all messing around like rice grains and fried chickens, squeezing into the middle.

The little guy was afraid that others would touch the baby, so he opened his body and hugged the TV, so he would not let anyone touch it. Xue Xiang also noticed that there were more and more people in the room. The boys and girls in the yard were so happy that they sang children's songs, and their ears were full of sounds.

Xue Xiang knew that if he didn't take any measures, the house would be crowded. He quickly called on Kang Tong, Zhu Shijun, and Lei Xiaotian who had already arrived, going to the yard to fight against the table, pulling wires, and moving the bench. After a while, the TV in the yard was set off, and the onlookers rushed home to move small stools and sit around the big chairs. Xue Xiang looked back and saw that, good guy, forty or fifty people squeezed into a small circle, and the needle could not be inserted through, and water could not be poured in.

Xue Xiang stood in a small circle, turned on the TV, and there was a slut. Everyone sighed, obviously very disappointed. Xue Xiang pulled out the antenna, adjusted the channel, and made a sound, and made a painting. Xue Xiang debugged for a while, and it was pretty good, and he could receive three stations.

"Oriental red, the sun rises, China..." A melodious and familiar melody sounded, "Crash" a storm-like applause sounded, and the people in the yard screamed. The little guy was closest and kept pulling Xue Xiang, who blocked her sight with his little hands. Kang Tong helped them three little guys take up the seats early, all in the front row. Xue Xiang squatted down and lifted the giggling little guy, sat in her seat, held her in his arms, and watched TV.

To be honest, he watched TV for a freshness, and the most important thing was to have three little guys happy. Sure enough, five minutes later, he lost interest. After a song of Oriental Red, he performed the revolutionary Peking Opera "Shajiabang". He first read a quote from a great leader, then a red curtain opened, accompanied by cheerful music, a young farmer poked out, and then the yard was filled with joy. Sister-in-law and aunts shouted

I was about to rush the boy next to me and go back and call my grandparents to come to see the show. The little guys are not so easy to be obedient. The butts of the monkey-like men have now grown, and you can't move, staring at the TV. The adults have no choice but to miss the show. They stand in the yard with a loud voice and yell at the outside world. They have reported it. As for whether they can hear it, they don't care. Anyway, when you complain at night, I have something to say.

The little wife and aunts love to watch plays and say that even the little guy, who probably doesn't understand the meaning of the word, also watched it with relish. His fleshy little body twisted and twisted excitedly in Xue Xiang's arms. To be honest, after experiencing colorful and bizarre Internet baptism, he had no intention of appreciating the most simple drama.

At this time, the programs were not only monotonous, but also extremely stereotyped. Such story-oriented revolutionary dramas have a status in the hearts of ordinary people, no less than the first time boys and girls watched the Meteor Garden in 2002. However, the boys and girls were tired of watching "Meteor Garden" once or twice, and the GM people memorized all the lines and sang the plays, but they still never tire of watching them. Even the most simple stage drama programs are quite rare. In 1972, only a few revolutionary dramas such as "Taking Tiger Mountain in Strategy", "Assault on the White Tiger Group" and "Red Lantern" were produced, and there were no other story programs. The rest were all learning to sing revolutionary songs, learning to do exercises, news, radio, international current affairs, PLA programs, etc. These programs were all serious and modeled, and even news programs were no exception. Later generations of household news broadcasts would have to wait until two years before they started broadcasting.

Not only are there fewer programs at this time, but there are also fewer TV stations. So far, there are only more than ten stations nationwide. Xue Xiangjia can receive three, Beijing TV, Mingzhu TV, Yangcheng TV, other Bingcheng TV, Liaoyang TV, etc., at all.

After a "Shajiabang", Xue Xiang turned around and looked back. He was shocked. There were a large number of people in the courtyard. The big tree next to him was occupied by the young people coming behind. A row of tall chairs were stacked on the flower bed not far away, and the chairs were filled with people. What's more, someone moved a ladder and leaned against the tree closest to the TV. The long ladder climbed the hairy boy like an ant siege. The nine-inch screen could not support so many people watching, and the roots were far away.

I couldn't see the picture clearly, and I don't know why these guys were afraid of being so tall. No wonder Xue Xiang came from later generations, and he could not imagine that people at this time had a desire for culture and entertainment. His tall man was so uncomfortable on the small stool that he got up and wanted to go out, but he couldn't move at all. It took a lot of effort to hold the little guy who was unwilling to give way out of the sea of ​​suffering. As soon as he left, the throne was occupied by the people behind, and then there was another commotion.

It was getting dark, and not only did the number of people in the yard not decrease at all, but there were signs of an increase. Many gay men who came to call their wives to go home to burn the fire were attracted to stick here, and many were even stuck in their empty stomachs. Some were waiting for the family to deliver the meal, some were waiting for the family to change shifts and go home for dinner, and some simply brought the whole family a big bowl and a scoop of water to eat, so as to avoid the pain of getting more meals home.

It was so noisy, messy, happy, and lively that the last program "Revolutionary Literature" ended, and the soldiers and generals in the yard reluctantly retreated and returned home. At this time, Xue Xiang's plum blossom table was already pointing at one o'clock in the morning. The little guy had already lie in his arms and slept well. Xiaowan and Xiaoyi also went back to the room to sleep. Xue Xiang and Kang Tong were struggling to wait for the people to disperse, so they could close the stall, close the door, and sleep.

Xue Xiangzheng was sleeping in a daze when he suddenly heard someone outside the door clanging the door, dragging his tired body, and when he opened the door, he saw that it was Simao, Fatty, and Huzi, seven or eight thirteen or fourteen years old, from the same yard. Xue Xiang was sleepy and asked them what they were doing.

A few guys said with confidence that of course they were watching TV. Xue Xiang woke up immediately and asked them what time it was now and where there was a program. Clinker, these Mao guys had already found out, saying that the first program every day was the preview of the "Oriental Red" chorus and day program at 4 a.m. Xue Xiang was completely defeated, pointed to the TV in the main hall, asked them to move gently, moved them to the yard, put them back in the room, and slept with their heads covering their heads.

After three days of struggle, Xue Xiang finally couldn't stand it anymore. This was not a pleasure, it was a complete failure. Once the theory and practice were disconnected, the consequences would be extremely serious.

Xue Xiang simply posted a notice at the door, the general idea was: In the future, the TV will be moved to the playground of the compound to play, and it will be broadcast from 6pm to 10pm every day, and it will be extended to 12pm on holidays. Please advise all the guests and neighbors.

After posting the notice, Xue Xiang's family was quiet. Everyone knew that they had to make trouble at other people's houses all day long, and no matter how good the relationship was, they would probably have to get a break. Except for a few Mao boys who protested because they thought the time was too short and were suppressed by the elders, everyone praised them for being kind.

Only the little guy was very dissatisfied. According to her careful plan, the TV was of course placed in her and her elder brother's room. She watched it with her elder brother and sister at night. Why did the things in her home become public? The little guy protested ineffectively and did not make a fuss. She also knew that many of her friends were eager to watch TV, and it was a bit inappropriate to dominate herself. Since then, the little guy looked forward to it raining in the evening, because only that night could he lie in his elder brother's arms and squeeze in the same bed with his elder brother and sister to watch TV.

PS: The first TV station in my country is Bj TV. It was born in May 1958. On the same year, the SH TV station was established on the National Day. On December 20, it was formerly broadcasted by H Erbin TV. On August 15 and October 1 of the following year, Gzhou TV and Syang TV (now G Provincial TV and L Provincial TV) successively broadcasted. These are the five earliest TV stations in the country. By 1965, there were 12 TV stations in my country, and there was no increase since then.

In addition, the TV program in the article is to check the radio program list of that year, and the dramas are to find old movies stored in that year. If there are any omissions, please do not investigate them in depth.
Chapter completed!