In 1978, in a country with a population of one billion, there were only more than one million television sets.
Despite all the efforts of the country, automobile production was only 140,000 units, of which only 2,650 were sedans.
The annual output of the Pujiang Car Factory is less than the daily output of an overseas workshop.
It is said that some of the machines in the Pujiang Automobile Factory at that time were left over from the late Qing Dynasty.
The production capacity can be imagined, but the number of employees has been improving.
Not to mention, the average annual income of farmers is only 134 yuan, and 500 million people are still struggling to make ends meet.
But starting from this year, the streets and alleys in cities across the country are no longer uniformly military green and industrial blue.
Pink, yellow, green and colorful colors are no longer surprising.
Old girls and young daughters-in-law wearing small floral dresses and large plaid suit-collared jackets are often seen among them.
Not only that, you can often see many undocumented self-employed people in the city.
They pushed tricycles and hawked handkerchiefs, socks and other small commodities. They did not engage in guerrilla warfare at all, they just shouted at the top of their lungs.
Many young men and women no longer keep secrets about their love affairs, and start to hold hands and go shopping openly, holding hands in public.
Countless people began to work hard, even if they were walking barefoot, they wanted to make up for the lost "ten years".
The signs of Ling Ling Zong Zong confirm the wise saying of Engels: There is no huge historical disaster that is not compensated by historical progress.
Just recently, Jiangshan found out that the man who had been secretly exchanging food stamps for eggs got bolder.
They always exchange one pound of food stamps for 8 to 10 eggs in the countryside, and then exchange 5 or 6 eggs for one pound of food stamps when they return to the city.
Now, in broad daylight, at the entrance of the ticket exchange point on Qingchun Road, business was started openly, and it became a ticket exchange.
Comrade Jiangshan dare not touch this dragon's beard.
He had asked his second brother Jiang He to write a few eye-catching characters on a large white paper early: Direct sales point of Pujiang Garment Factory No. 2.
Then they were firmly glued on cardboard, including the humanoid cardboards of Mayumi from "Pursuit" and Komaki Kurihara from "Looking Home".
At this moment, the backyard of No. 51 Courtyard was already filled with all kinds of promotional display boards.
Jiang Shan clapped his hands and said: "This is called celebrities bringing goods."
"At 7 p.m., the first batch of people leaving the theater will start to walk out of the cinema,"
Jiang Shan was making his final pre-battle question: "What should everyone do at this time?"
"Everyone, come and take a look, the newly released bell-bottom pants for export to domestic sales."
"So beautiful, the same style of bell-bottom pants from Kurihara Komaki, Italian designer."
"Pujiang Garment Factory No. 2 is dedicated to making them for you. Now each pair of bell-bottom pants is only 35 yuan."
"Imported fabrics, imported designers, really beautiful and Kurihara Komaki's favorite."
"Big sister, little sister, please come and take a look. Don't miss it if you pass by."
"Look at the workmanship, look at the style."
"This is the only batch available in the country, while supplies last."
"35 yuan for a pair of large high-end bell-bottom pants, come and take a look..."
The eldest sister, aunt, eldest brother, and third uncle in the same courtyard...were shouting louder and louder.
Before that, Jiangshan had made them shout for more than two hours.
From being embarrassed and humming quietly to each other, to shouting loudly to each other face to face.
An hour later, each business capability began to make breakthroughs on its own, and I could actually add my own words.
He also performed movements that were more contemporary.
Li Ruocheng and his wife, who were standing by the window, looked at the people in the hospital with bared teeth and warm smiles.
The tea has turned white and I don’t even bother to change it. My waist doesn’t hurt and my legs don’t feel sore. I just feel it’s much more interesting than what I saw on TV.
"Thank you all for your full cooperation," Instructor Jiang continued to teach:
"Today's efforts are tomorrow's victory. The bell-bottoms in the warehouse today are the bicycles, wardrobes, televisions, and Pujiang watches you will have in the future..."
After hearing the words before departure, the uncles and aunts who had started shaking their legs no longer trembled or blushed.
The passion burned again.
"Starting tonight, the 24 employees in our four workshops must double our half-year bonuses... Let's go!"
With a wave of Jiang Shan's hand, the workers of the fourth workshop, who had already become impatient, quickly headed to the five largest movie theaters in Pujiang City with display boards and bell-bottom pants in accordance with the five previously divided groups.
Jiang Xiangnan, Jiang's father, was standing on the side of the aisle, constantly reminding loudly: Pay attention to safety and pay attention to the payment.
The boss on the other side, Jiang Hai, is also constantly urging: Stay enthusiastic and keep smiling.
Seeing the people gradually dispersing, all members of the Lao Jiang family immediately followed suit.
At this time, in the small courtyard, Jiang Xiaoyu held hands with Jiang Xiaobai, who was yawning constantly, and reluctantly followed Li Ruocheng and his wife into the house.
"After a long afternoon of tossing," Li Huaiying hugged Jiang Xiaobai to bed distressedly: "Look at how sleepy the child is."
"It looks quite new to me. It seems that this street job is also a technical job."
At this time, Li Ruocheng began to clear the dishes on his desk. How could he have allowed food to be placed on his elegant desk in the past?
But the meal I ate while reading today was particularly delicious.
In order not to put pressure on everyone, Dad Jiang only brought 360 pairs of bell-bottom pants from the warehouse.
Each group received 60 pieces, which is a small amount of two thousand yuan.
Not long after, six teams, including the Jiang family's friends and relatives group, had already set up their formations at their respective venues.
Among them, the Grand Guangming Cinema is the largest cinema in Pujiang. Its double-story seats can accommodate 960 people watching movies at the same time.
At this moment, two booths were spread out with lights on the open space on both sides of the cinema's entrance.
The bell-bottom trousers were in the middle, and "Zhen Youmei" and "Kurihara Komaki" stood on both sides of the stall.
At the entrance of the Da Guangming Cinema, there are mainly a group of relatives and friends of the Jiang family and a team of workers from the fourth workshop.
At this moment, several sellers were a little shy, and Father Jiang's face even went numb.
Because there was no need to wait for the show to end, the moment they put the two "stars" on stage, a group of people waiting at the entrance of the cinema had already gathered around them.
"The people in this painting look so familiar."
"Isn't she just as beautiful as in the movie? I just watched one the day before yesterday."
"Yes, look, it's exactly the same as the poster on the wall of the cinema."
"Even the Japanese female reporter is here."
"Her name is Kurihara Komaki."
"What are they doing?"
"I do not know,"
"Isn't that written? You can't read?"
"Oh, he sells bell-bottom pants."
“What a beautiful pair of bell-bottom pants.”
"The second garment factory exports to domestic sales..."
Looking at the chattering people in a circle, the second brother Jiang He suddenly felt that he was about to gasp.
On the other side, Auntie's second uncle, who was originally very ambitious, couldn't make a sound no matter how hard he tried.
"So beautiful, the same style of bell-bottom pants from Kurihara Komaki, Italian designer."
Suddenly, Jiang Shan's voice rose up: "Everyone, come and take a look, the newly released bell-bottom pants for export to domestic sales."
Jiang Ma was the second one to shout out, and there were no fewer people exchanging movie tickets at the market: "Pujiang Garment Factory No. 2 has made these for you. Now each pair of bell-bottom pants only costs 35 yuan."
As soon as I spoke, it was still Mandarin.
"Imported fabrics, imported designers, really beautiful and Kurihara Komaki's favorite."
"Big sister, little sister, please come and take a look. Don't miss it if you pass by."
