Those children had incredible expressions on their faces. How could they put just a jar of corn kernels in and come out with so much stuff? This simply goes against their worldview!
"Don't even look at it. Come on, help Grandma Zhou put the popcorn in!"
Grandma Zhou brought a basin and poured the popcorn in the net bag into it. The basin was full, each one exuding a strong aroma.
"Try it!"
Grandma Zhou casually grabbed a few handfuls and handed them to the children, who then threw them into their mouths.
"It's so fragrant, so fragrant! Delicious, delicious!"
The little kids had never tasted such delicious food. They were jumping and shouting, and they all reached into Grandma Zhou's basin to eat.
"Hurry up and go home to your parents and ask them to bring out the food. Corn, rice, or sorghum will all do. Go, go, don't always eat other people's food!"
The man popping popcorn said while holding out his hand to stop these children. If he waited until these children were full, how could he make money!
"Wait a moment, I'll go home to find my mother!"
A child of four or five years old ran away.
"I'm going back to find my milk!"
Another child also ran home.
"Liu Lang, come here and go home with Grandma Zhou to eat popcorn!"
Grandma Zhou waved to Liu Lang who was hiding in the yard.
"Um!"
Liu Lang walked over slowly.
He had not seen the scene just now for a long time. In his memory, his favorite thing to eat when he was four or five years old was popcorn. Of course, the taste was one thing. What he liked most was watching the popcorn popping.
Especially when the pot is lifted at the end, it is the most exciting for him. A group of children hide away and cover their ears. After a loud noise, they gather around again, holding fistfuls of fragrant popcorn.
Stuff it into your mouth vigorously.
This is not a combination of sight, smell, and taste, but a combination of sight, smell, and sound. The eyes, ears, nose, and mouth are all used.
When Liu Lang was in his thirties, he once watched an American documentary that recorded this "artifact" called a cannon-type popcorn machine. At that time, it resonated with his peers on the Internet.
Because in that era, this kind of cannon-type popcorn machine rarely appeared on the street. After all, this thing
The West itself is unhygienic, and there are some hidden dangers. In addition, the huge "explosion" will cause dissatisfaction among passers-by, but in 1981, the children in the north had never seen such a magical thing.
Put a small stick of corn in and a bowl of fragrant popcorn will come out. This is simply magic.
Liu Lang was eating popcorn and watching. After a while, a group of people came out. Even the adults had not seen popcorn in more than ten years. They were handing out corn and sorghum rice one by one.
After giving it to this man, he took the money and started to shake the "artifact" with a smile. With a loud noise, the children around him cheered loudly and surrounded him, looking even happier than during the Chinese New Year.
"Times have really changed!"
When Liu Lang recalled his childhood, what he thought more about was that this southerner would travel thousands of miles to the north to pop popcorn. You must know that this is a private economy. Last year, his father raised a few chickens and was frightened. Now this southerner
He traveled thousands of miles to the north to do business, but he saw with his own eyes that in just an hour
A southerner only ate six pots of popcorn, which cost only 30 cents. At this rate, he could earn more than 3 yuan a day, which is nearly 100 yuan a month, which is more than the highest-paid miner in Fucheng.
You still have to make money, but as for the cost, it's just some wood and coal at most. Such things are available in the streets and cost nothing at all.
The people Liu Lang admired most in his previous life were the people from the south, especially those from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. These people seemed to be born with business acumen, and they were not afraid of hardship. They would do any kind of backbreaking work as long as they could make money.
This quality is definitely worth learning from northerners.
In the following time, there will always be some southerners carrying poles and shouting past Liu Lang's house. Some are popcorn poppers, some are buying candy, some are repairing shoes and gloves, and some are baking pots.
, these are all southerners, all wearing buri tai, not much better than beggars, but it is conceivable that after ten
In twenty years, these people will definitely become rich people. Even if they are not the kind of rich and powerful people, they will definitely be ordinary people with a lot of power. They are the first generation of private owners in the country. Their actions have already transformed the country.
A crack has been opened in the dull economic system in the north, and the seeds of reform have begun to take root and sprout in the northern soil.
Fucheng has four distinct seasons. The coldest temperature in winter can reach minus 30 degrees. When you are outdoors, no matter how thick your clothes are, you cannot withstand the biting cold. In summer, the high temperature of nearly 40 degrees turns the city into a
Steamer, the clothes on the body will not be dry.
However, Fucheng also has a unique climate, which is the wind. Especially at the turn of spring and summer, the endless strong wind wraps the sky with yellow sand and closes the eyes of the entire city.
At this time, there are two essential items for people in Fucheng. Men wear goggles and women wear gauze scarves. The men on the street each wear goggles like a group of mysterious agents, but these "agents" all have their hair rising into the sky.
If you go with the wind, your head will rise to the sky from the rear, while if you go against the wind, your head will rise to the sky from the front. Sometimes the wind is so strong that it can make people unable to distinguish between east, west and north.
Liu Lang knew that the strong winds in Fucheng would continue for nearly twenty years. It was not until the Sanbei protective forest began to take effect that the windy weather improved.
On Children's Day, June 1, 1981, there was still a strong wind on this day. Liu Lang put on the new clothes his mother had made for him, and then wrapped a red gauze scarf. The three of them braved the strong wind and walked one kilometer away.
I walked outside the Workers' Cultural Palace to participate in the bodybuilding doll competition.
It took the family nearly half an hour to reach the place. The father wearing goggles had long been blown back by the wind, and his face was covered with dust mixed with sweat, as if he had drawn facial makeup, but there was no trace of it.
People care about his miserable appearance, because everyone is like this, and the only thing they care about is their children.
A banner "Warmly celebrating the victory of the Fucheng Workers' Toddler Bodybuilding Doll Competition" was hung above the auditorium of the Cultural Palace. Hundreds of people had gathered in the spacious auditorium, including only about a hundred children, and the rest were parents or
Grandparents.
"Everyone, don't mess around. Look at the sign in front and stand in line according to your age!"
There was a staff member on the podium directly in front holding a loudspeaker and talking non-stop.
There are three staff members under the reception desk, each holding a sign in their hand. The three signs divide the age groups, namely one to two years old, two to three years old, and three to four years old.
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"There!"
Liu Lang's father saw the words on the sign, and immediately carried Liu Lang towards the one- to two-year-old side.
There was a lot of noise in the auditorium. With so many children gathered together, the scene can be imagined. The oldest among these children is only three or four years old, and the youngest is a child like Liu Lang who is over one year old. This group of
The little guys are not geniuses like Liu Lang. Some of them make a lot of noise, some cry loudly, and some lie on the ground and act silly. This makes their parents, grandparents, and grandparents very busy.
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"Little baby, be obedient. Grandma will take you to the park to play in a while!"
"My little ancestor! Stop crying. If you cry again, the tiger mother will come to catch you!"
"Be good, mommy will buy you some sweets later...!"
Parents tried their best to deal with the disobedient children, but the children were children and would not listen at all. Some parents were so angry that when they were about to beat or scold them, they were blocked by the grandparents who came with them.
"If you dare to hit my grandson, I will hit you!"
The old people scolded their children on the spot, leaving the young people dumbfounded.
"These kids are so noisy, look how obedient my son is!"
Liu Lang's parents couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.