"Oops, what's changed?"

Those children had an incredible expression on their faces, how could they put in just a jar of corn kernels, but come out with so many things, which is simply against their worldview!

"Don't even look at it, come, help Grandma Zhou put on the popcorn!"

Grandma Zhou brought a basin and poured the popcorn in the net pocket into it, filling the pot, each with a rich aroma.

"Taste it!"

Grandma Zhou grabbed a few handfuls and handed them to the children, and they immediately threw them into their mouths.

"It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant! It's delicious, it's delicious!"

Several little children had never tasted such delicious food, and they jumped to their feet and yelled, and they all reached out to Grandma Zhou's basin to eat.

"You hurry home to find your parents and ask them to take out the grain, bud rice, rice, sorghum rice, go quickly, don't always eat other people's things!"

The popcorn man said as he stretched out his hand to stop the children, if these children were full, how could he make money!

"You wait a while, I'll go home and find my mother!"

A four- or five-year-old kid runs away.

"I'll go back to my milk!"

Another child also ran home.

"Liu Lang, come here, go home with Grandma Zhou and eat popcorn!"

Grandma Zhou beckoned to Liu Lang, who was hiding in the yard.

"Hmm!"

Liu Lang walked over slowly.

He hadn't seen the scene for too long, in his memory, his favorite thing to eat when he was four or five years old was popcorn, of course, the taste is one thing, what he likes is the process of watching popcorn, especially when the pot is turned at the end, it is the most exciting for him, a group of children are hiding far away and covering their ears, and then surround after a loud noise, and stuff the fragrant popcorn into their mouths.

It's not all the color and the smell, but the color, the smell and the sound, the eyes, the ears, the nose, and the mouth are all used.

Liu Lang once watched a documentary by Americans in his thirties, which recorded this "artifact" known as a cannon-type popcorn machine, which resonated with his peers on the Internet at that time, because in that era, this kind of cannon-type popcorn machine rarely appeared on the street, after all, this thing itself is unhygienic, plus there are some dangerous hidden dangers, and this huge "explosion" sound It will cause dissatisfaction among passers-by, but in this ninety-eighty-one year, the children of the north have never seen such a magical thing, a small bar of corn put in and out of a pot of fragrant popcorn, this is simply magic.

Liu Lang was eating popcorn while watching, and after a while, a group of people came out, even adults have not seen popcorn for more than ten years, one by one with bud rice and sorghum rice handed to this man, he took the money and began to shake this "artifact" with a smile, with a loud bang, the surrounding children cheered loudly and surrounded them, looking even happier than the New Year.

"Times have changed!"

Liu Lang thought more about reminiscing about his childhood, this southerner would go thousands of miles to the north to jump popcorn, you must know that this can be regarded as a private economy, last year his father raised a few chickens were frightened, and now this southerner is not far away to the north to do business, but he saw with his own eyes that in just an hour this southerner collapsed six pots of popcorn, that is, three cents, at this rate, he may be able to earn more than three yuan a day, nearly 100 yuan a month, more than the highest wage miners in Fucheng, as for the cost, at most some wood and coal, this kind of thing is all over the street, without money at all.

The people Liu Lang admired the most in his previous life were southerners, especially people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, these people seem to be born with a business mind, and they are not afraid of hardship, what kind of tiring and dirty words, as long as they can make money, they will do it, this quality is definitely worth learning from northerners.

In the following time, there will always be some southerners carrying a flat pole and shouting through Liu Lang's door, some popcorn, some candy buyers, some shoes and gloves, and baking pots and pans, these are all southerners, one by one wearing buried in the burying, not much better than asking for food, but it is conceivable that in another ten or twenty years, these people will definitely become rich, even if they are not the kind of people who are rich and noble, they must be a lot stronger than ordinary people, they are the first generation of private owners of the country, their behavior has pried open a gap in the dull economic system of the north, and the seeds of reform have begun to take root and sprout in the land of the north。

Fucheng has four distinct seasons, the coldest time in winter can reach minus 30 degrees, being outdoors, no matter how thick the clothes are, they can't resist the biting cold, and in summer, the high temperature of nearly 40 degrees makes the city a steamer, and the clothes on the body are not dry.

However, Fucheng also has a unique climate, that is, wind, especially at the turn of spring and summer, the endless wind wraps the yellow sand in the sky and closes the eyes of the whole city.

At this time, Fucheng people must have two kinds of items, men with goggles, women with scarves, men on the street with goggles like a group of mysterious agents, but this group of "agents" hair all rose to the sky, the wind is the back of the sky, the wind is the front of the sky, sometimes the wind is too big to really blow people can not distinguish the southeast and northwest.

Liu Lang knew that the strong winds in Fucheng would last for nearly 20 years, and it was not until the Three North Shelterbelts began to bear fruit that such windy weather improved.

On Children's Day on June 1, 1981, it was still windy, Liu Lang put on the new clothes his mother had made for him, and then wrapped a red scarf, and the three of them walked towards the Workers' Cultural Palace one kilometer away against the strong wind to participate in the bodybuilding doll competition.

It took the family nearly half an hour to get to the place, and the father with the goggles had already been blown into a big back by the wind, and his face was covered with dust mixed with sweat, as if he had drawn a face, but no one cared about his embarrassed appearance, because everyone was like this, and the only thing they cared about was their children.

"Warmly celebrate the victory of the Fucheng staff and children's bodybuilding doll competition" banner hung above the auditorium of the Cultural Palace, in the wide auditorium has gathered hundreds of people, including about 100 children, the rest are parents or grandparents.

"Don't mess around, look at the sign in front of you, and stand in line according to your age!"

Directly in front of the stage, there was a staff member with a loudspeaker in his hand and talking non-stop.

There are also three staff members under the stage, each holding a sign in their hands, and the three signs divide the age group, which is one to two years old, two to three years old, and three to four years old.

"There it is!"

Liu Lang's father saw the words on the sign, and immediately hugged Liu Lang and walked towards the one-year-old to two-year-old.

There was a noise in the auditorium, so many children got together, the scene can be imagined, the eldest of these children is three or four years old, the youngest is a child like Liu Lang who is more than a year old, these little guys are not geniuses like Liu Lang, some of them are noisy, some are crying, and some are lying on the ground to play tricks, which can make their parents or grandparents or grandparents busy.

"Little baby, be obedient, grandma will take you to the park to play in a while!"

"Don't cry, cry again, the tiger mother is coming to arrest you!"

"Obediently, mom will buy you candy to eat ......... in a while!"

Parents do what they can in the face of disobedient children, but children are children, they don't listen at all, and some parents are angry, and they are just about to beat and scold but are blocked by the grandparents who came together.

"If you dare to hit my grandson, I will beat you!"

The old people reprimanded their children on the spot, making the young people cry and laugh.

"These fart kids, it's really noisy, look at how obedient my son is!"

Liu Lang's parents couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

"That's the treatment of an only child!"

Liu Lang sighed.