Chapter 41 The National Spring Festival Gala in 1983
All kinds of chaos in society can be felt even in a small place like Fucheng. Fights occur from time to time on the streets, and conflicts between schools and even factories have lasted for decades or even hundreds of people.
It happens from time to time that one weekend, Liu Lang's parents take their son to visit his grandmother in the countryside.
At my grandma's house, I passed by a small forest and saw dozens of children aged fourteen or fifteen years old gathered inside. Everyone was holding sticks and stones. Following the leader's shout, the two sides rushed together.
Stones were flying wildly, sticks were dancing wildly, and in an instant, more than a dozen people fell to the ground with their heads bruised and bleeding.
This scene frightened Liu Lang's parents so much that they stared at the bicycle and "ran away" quickly.
In 1982, many people had a lot of hostility in their hearts. They disliked everyone and would grab money whenever they saw it. This was true in small places like Fucheng, let alone wealthy big cities.
However, Liu Lang was not worried because a big storm was coming.
During the Spring Festival of 1983, the Liu family was particularly happy because at eight o'clock on the thirtieth night of that year, a program called the Spring Festival Gala appeared on TV. Even thirty years later, this program continued to attract people's attention.
Criticism, but indisputable
Yes, the emergence of the Spring Festival Gala has changed the customs of Chinese people celebrating the New Year in the next few decades, and has gradually become a must-see program for all Chinese during the Chinese New Year. No matter how much people ridicule it, if you don't watch this program, you will have less time to celebrate the New Year.
What.
Liu Lang was lucky enough to witness the arrival of this moment. Even though the Spring Festival Gala in 1983 was really crude in his eyes, in the eyes of his family who had never seen a similar program, it was simply too good to be imagined.
A show that cannot be expressed in words.
"This...this person's voice is that of the animal world!"
When a young man appeared on the TV and made a voice, Liu Lang's uncle recognized his voice.
"Okay, this is Teacher Zhao."
Liu Lang naturally knew who his old uncle was talking about.
"These two people are Lao Ma and Lao Jiang!"
Liu Lang's second uncle also recognized the voices of the two people. The cross talk between these two people had already spread throughout the country, and there were very few people who had never heard their cross talk.
"Look, this person is Master Hou who speaks cross talk!"
Liu Lang's grandfather immediately recognized the old man wearing a long robe who was talking on the TV. Master Hou was his idol.
"Wenxiu, look, isn't this Xiao Qing from popular movies?"
Liu Lang's father watched a young woman on TV loudly greeting his wife who was cooking in the outer room. He used to see "dead" people, but now he finally saw live ones.
Liu Lang knows all these people. In the next ten or twenty years, they will frequently appear in TV movies, but now they are all young and shameless.
Everyone watched the following programs with rapt attention, including songs, dances, Peking opera, cross talk, magic, etc. From time to time, someone came out and told some riddles for the audience in front of the TV to guess. Those who have a phone at home can directly
I called and was told that there was a prize for me, but what kind of family would have a telephone this year?
There are not many programs this year that are worthy of praise. The Huangmei opera "The Couple Returns the Household" was later popularized. In addition, when the theme song of "Shaolin Temple" was sung, Liu Lang's uncle was particularly excited.
, this was his dream! However, this dream was "strangled" in the cradle by his family as soon as it sprouted.
At around nine o'clock, my neighbor, Grandpa Zhou, came with his family to pay New Year greetings. He stayed over and watched the Spring Festival Gala together. More than a dozen people sat in the small room, cracking melon seeds, drinking wine, and making hahaha from time to time.
There was a sound of laughter, and the sound of firecrackers began to sound outside. The year 1983 passed in a sea of laughter, and Liu Lang was already three years old.
The Spring Festival of 1983 had just passed, and the ancient Shencheng city was still immersed in the atmosphere of the Spring Festival. A train from the capital slowly drove into the platform. Two Lada cars were parked on the platform, and three people stood there.
In front of the car, the leader was none other than Mr. Xiao Nanguang.
The train stopped, and the passengers got off one after another. There was no so-called Spring Festival travel in this era. Everyone spent the New Year at home, so there were not many passengers on the train. Most of these passengers were southerners, carrying large bags.
Bao Xiaowei went to the north to do business.
Soon, three people got off the bus along with the scattered crowd, and walked towards the platform entrance through the thick snow.
As soon as they exited the platform, Xiao Nanguang saw them at the door.
"Old Dong, here it is!"
Xiao Nanguang shouted.
"Haha, Lao Xiao, long time no see!"
The leader, an old man in his sixties, saw Xiao Nanguang take two steps forward and hug him. The relationship between the two seemed to be very good.
"Old Dong, you have worked hard all day and all night, thank you for your hard work! Come, let me introduce to you, this is Comrade Mingliang, our deputy director of the Liaobei Provincial Education Bureau, and this is Xiao Hong."
"Deputy Director Ming, I have admired you for a long time!"
Old Dong stretched out his hand to shake each other's hands.
"Come on, it's cold here, let's get in the car and talk!"
The three people got into two Lada cars respectively, while Xiao Nanguang and Mr. Dong were in one car.
"Lada! Looks like you're doing well, old man!"
"Hey, we have a car there. This is a car borrowed from the provincial government. Driver, let's leave quickly and return the car as soon as we get back!"
The two cars started and drove towards where Xiao Nanguang worked.
The person Xiao Nanguang calls Lao Dong is called Dong Changshan. He is the person in charge of enrollment at the State Education Commission. He and Xiao Nanguang have been old friends for decades and have a very good relationship.
"Old man, last year was the first batch of college students to graduate from the unified recruitment. There were a total of 160,000 people in the country. Your Liaobei Province was divided into 30,000 at once. These people are the treasures of the country. You have to make good use of them for me.
.”
Dong Changshan patted Xiao Nanguang's shoulder and said.
"Old Dong, I am just a consultant for Liaobei Province now. I have no real power. I am responsible for the affairs of graduates. If you have any questions, just ask him."
Xiao Nanguang waved his hands and said.
"Haha, you don't have any real power? You, as a consultant, have a lot of power! Besides, as long as you don't die, you will never be idle. I heard from the central government that you are trying to recruit more than a dozen people who graduated from Capital University.
The students assigned to Liaobei Province made direct phone calls to the general office. Even your senior officials don’t have the guts to do this!"
Dong Changshan curled his lips and said.
"Those students are studying casting. We in Liaobei Province are in need of such talents. They are not needed in Shanghai, and it would be in vain to snatch them!"
Xiao Nanguang said coldly.
"Old Xiao, you still have this bad temper, and you are not afraid of anything. If it weren't for this bad temper, you wouldn't be your consultant in Liaobei Province now!"
"Huh, I just have this temper. It's been like this since the war. I can't change it, and I don't want to change it!"