Every child who came, Wan Feng, issued a 200-ring electric light cannon, of course, it was not allowed to be taken away and put it here.

But they don't check whether they put Wanfeng or not, there must be a ghost-headed child who hides the firecrackers and keeps them for later, because almost all of them are bald here, which is too boring.

The teenage children squatted on the ground and picked up the squibs in the light of the lanterns, and they didn't care about freezing their hands.

In front of Wan Feng's house is his own vegetable garden, a garden twenty meters long and thirteen or fourteen meters wide, which has enough space for these children to toss.

Wan Feng's house has become the most lively place in this area, and the deafening scene of bright lights, laughter and firecrackers is very spectacular.

Wan Fang was also busy enough, she didn't know how many small fireworks were in her clothes pocket, she took out one after putting one out, and when she put it in her pocket, she went back to the house and ran out again after a while.

Wan Feng looked at his sister who was sneering at the flowers, and naturally sounded the scene when Luan Feng set off firecrackers.

During the Chinese New Year after the depression, Luan Feng always ran at the front when it came to setting off firecrackers.

She had to light some firecrackers with her own hands, and whenever they sounded, she would usually jump up and jump for a long time at a very average frequency.

The units of laughter are measured in quacks, and quacks will laugh for a long time.

I don't know if this stupid girl is rattling firecrackers again at this time, or is she still laughing and still rattling?

"Do you miss Sister Feng?" Zhang Xuan, who was not interested in setting off firecrackers, stood close to Wan Feng, although she didn't like to put it, she loved to watch Wan Feng put it, especially the fuse of a certain firecracker was too fast, and the firecracker went off before the merchant left, and she would laugh when someone was chased by firecrackers.

At this time, Wan Feng did not set off firecrackers and stood side by side with her, so she noticed Wan Feng's spiritual slip at once.

"Well, she loves firecrackers, more than half of the firecrackers I bought during the Chinese New Year were set off by her, I stood aside and laughed like you now, I was thinking what kind of scene would it be for the two of you to set off firecrackers together in the future?"

Zhang Xuan leaned his body against Wan Feng: "Wan Feng, I want to go to Wahou again this summer, confess the matter to Sister Feng, and strive for her forgiveness, okay? I don't want to hide behind you like a thief like this, for fear that Sister Feng will find out one day, and then the three of us will set off firecrackers together, I also want to know what kind of scene it is." ”

The ideal is beautiful.

"Well, I don't want to do these things for the time being, let's talk about it later. ”

At eight o'clock, these gathered children began to go home to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and several children who did not have a TV at home approached Wanfeng's house to watch TV.

In '85, the TV penetration rate of 42 companies exceeded more than half, and the number of households without TV was already very small.

Watching the Spring Festival Gala has become a must-do for people across the country on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Wan Feng also went into the house to go to the kang, he didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala, but he stayed outside for too long and felt cold.

The Spring Festival Gala has finally begun to be broadcast on the TV.

Among the more than a dozen Spring Festival galas that Wan Feng has seen, eighty-five years is the worst.

This year's party did happen a lot of ironic things.

Not to mention the dim lighting, what the hell is it to make a hundred monkeys in the spring?

I really don't know if the editing team of the show is too confused, it's obviously the year of the rat and the year of the ox, and a hundred monkeys were made at the beginning, what kind of trouble is this?

There are several years between the Year of the Monkey and the Year of the Ox.

When a group of Monkey King knobs appeared on TV, Zhang Xuan, who was snuggling up to Wan Feng, was stunned and asked Wan Feng: "Is this the Year of the Monkey?"

Wan Feng shook his head: "It's the Year of the Rat, and in a few hours it's the Year of the Ox." ”

"And what do these monkeys mean?"

"Lively, what do you think is the point of getting a herd of cows up?" Wan Feng had to explain.

One of the scenes shows the actor playing the Monkey King falling from the sky on a tightrope at an angle of 45 degrees, and when the Great Sage is about to fall to the ground, he obviously collides with something.

The camera shifts here, and I can't see if it's knocking someone down or hitting something.

The party was held in the Workers' Stadium, the venue was too large without heating, and the on-site command was not effectively implemented because of the problem of communication equipment, so it was extremely chaotic, and it is said that a Jialing motorcycle was lost in the chaos as a prize for holding a lottery on the spot.

Because of the chaotic performance, the performance dragged on for a very long time, and many actors were said to have frostbite.

But these problems did not affect the people to watch the excitement, most of the people in the middle except for feeling that the lights of this party were a little dim, and they really didn't necessarily see anything else.

When the TV showed around half past nine, Zhu Min took the panel to the kang and began to make Chinese New Year's Eve dumplings.

Dumplings on Chinese New Year's Eve cannot be frozen dumplings, and must be eaten freshly.

Zhang Xuan and Wan Feng also did it, their mother rolled the dumpling skins, and the two of them were responsible for the packing.

You don't need to wrap much, a curtain is enough, and it will be wrapped in a while.

At around half past ten, his mother began to cook dumplings, and Wan Feng and his father and younger brother went outside to turn purple.

The improvised whip he had erected rose several times with a clatter.

This kind of whip is also very small in Wuxian this year, and few people have bought it, and it is not long, and each plate is more than a meter long.

Far from being the kind of big disc that was coiled into a large disc in later generations, it was not packed in a delicate-looking cardboard box, or it was packaged in the kind of shiny red paper, which was no different from the small whip packaging sold at that time.

Probably this is the ancestor of the big disc whip in later generations.

After Wan Feng found it, he directly bought a hundred plates, and when he came back, he connected them one by one with hemp rope, and it became what it is now hanging on the whip pole.

The younger brother placed a circle of small spray flowers on the ground, and only waited for the purple firecrackers to go off to ignite the spray flowers in the place.

When the time came, Wan Shuichang took a wooden stick more than one meter long and still on fire to light the whip.

Wan Feng despised Lao Tzu very much, was he too afraid of that, right?

Wan Shuichang didn't care about his son's contempt, squatted on the ground and stretched out his arms to hide the old man's head as far back as possible, and stabbed the firecracker fuse with the flaming end.

I didn't light it once, I didn't light it twice, and I didn't light the fuse after stabbing it several times in a row.

"Bang!" When Wan Shuichang poked the fire stick into the fuse again, Wan Fang suddenly slammed his voice on the side, and Wan Shuichang sat on the ground in fright, throwing the fire stick in his hand.

Wan Fang laughed, Wan Jun also laughed, and even Wan Feng was amused.

Wan Shuichang looked depressed: "Go aside, be careful!"

At my father's insistence, the firecrackers were finally lit and made a deafening sound.