The three of them giggled and walked out of the store empty-handed, buying nothing.

It's true that there is nothing to buy, other women go to the store mainly to look at fabrics and clothes, but Luan Feng and Jiang Min themselves do this, and they are almost casual about these things.

When a woman enters the store and doesn't look at the clothes, there is basically nothing else to see, so the two of them walked around in vain accompanied by Wan Feng.

Out of the store, Wan Feng took them into Wujiaohua, he wanted to take a look at the bicycle accessories, mainly to see how much the whole wheel of the two or six cars cost, and how much it cost to assemble with spare parts.

In the bicycle group, Wan Feng found spare parts, but the number of accessories was not much.

A complete two-six car wheel is nineteen yuan, assemble it yourself... On the contrary, it is two pieces more expensive.

What a world!

The price of nineteen yuan is one dollar cheaper than Wan Feng's estimate, which is a good sign.

Hey, where did those two go?

It seemed that he hadn't heard any noise from them for a few minutes, and as soon as Wan Feng turned his head, he saw Luan Feng and Jiang Min standing at the counter of household appliances, probing their heads and not knowing what they were looking at.

Wan Feng walked behind the two of them and followed their line of sight, and found that they were looking at something on the counter with a squeaky sound.

Luan Feng and Jiang Min didn't know what it was, but Wan Feng did.

It was the movement of a cassette recorder with a radio movement, which was obviously not finished yet, but was only a half-finished product, and not even the shell had been made.

Now it's a radio, the signal is not good, and I don't know what it's playing.

Wan Feng vaguely remembers that in the early 80s, there was a popular time in the city to use tape recorder movements to save tape recorders, when tape recorders first appeared, the price of several hundred yuan was simply not affordable at all, and some domestic manufacturers saw the business opportunity and began to make and sell tape recorder movements, about more than 40 yuan a piece.

People spend money to buy one of these movements, then buy radio accessories little by little, make their own housings, assemble them, and finally save up a cassette recorder.

At that time, there were also magazines that held a solicitation contest and a prize money, and the momentum was very huge.

The movements of a radio factory in Tenkyo have also won national awards.

It's a pity that the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cold, and there are really few people who build machines to succeed, except for a few people who persevere, most of the builders' products have finally become historical relics.

Wan Feng remembered that it seemed that this was something that would happen in a few more years, could it be now? Is this a little early?

What went wrong? It couldn't be a time disorder caused by one's own rebirth, right?

It's just that it's useful to build a computer now? This thing doesn't have a cartridge, and it's useless to save it!

In 79 years, a female singer surnamed Zhu released a tape album, but there are almost no traces on the market, and the first batch of tapes to enter the country after opening up was Liu Wenzheng on an overseas island, and he still entered around 82 years.

Back then, this product was the first king of Chinese, and he sang countless songs without pulling or pulling.

But Wan Feng remembered his two songs, one "Hotline You and Me" and the other "Like the Sun", as for the rest of his songs, he was not impressed.

It seems that the memories are too far away.

Wan Feng pulled himself out of his memory and looked at the thing in front of him again.

The machine in front of him was such a two-trick product, and a guy in his early twenties was pretending to fiddle with it.

"Brother, where did you buy this movement?" asked Wan Feng as he poked his head out of the counter.

The young man looked back at Wan Feng in surprise, probably thinking that this kid still knows a lot of things, and he even knows the tape recorder movement.

If Wan Feng knew that the guy wanted so much in his heart, he would tell him that Lao Tzu would still fiddle with MP4.

"It was bought in the capital by someone else on a business trip. ”

"How much did you buy it?"

"Forty-seven. ”

Lying in the groove is equal to more than a month's salary for a worker.

"Then do you have a cassette to put in after you have saved up?"

The guy wanted to speak and stopped, and finally said no.

Wan Feng analyzed from the guy's expression, he must have a tape, maybe not much, probably one or two books.

Cassette tapes and tape recorders seem to have been officially sold in China around eighty-two years, this Wan Feng doesn't remember very clearly, after all, he was still young at this time in the previous life, and he didn't care much about many things, which caused a lot of ambiguity in his memory.

Anyway, he remembers that the first time he danced disco was in the winter of '82, and the tunes he used at that time were "Genghis Khan" and "Ali Baba", and the reason why he remembered so clearly was that the shock caused him by these two pieces at that time was incomprehensible.

This guy can have a cassette tape now, or let Wan Feng be impressed.

"Let's go, let's eat. Wan Feng proposed.

These two stupid girls can listen to it for a long time, don't you have a radio box at home?

Look, it's almost noon, the shops are about to close, and it's time to go to dinner.

The three of them walked out of the Wujiaohua store and entered a nearby restaurant within a few steps.

Wan Feng remembers coming to this restaurant once, and the chef's dishes were copied well.

The three of them found a seat.

"What do you two want to eat?"

"I'm going to eat boiled cabbage. "This is the dish Jiang Min wants.

"If only I boiled sauerkraut. "This is Luan Feng's dish.

Wan Feng was furious: "I'll take you down to the restaurant, and you'll give me this? Then let's go home and eat, what are you doing here?"

Luan Feng and Jiang Min glanced at each other: "We won't order, you can watch it." ”

Wan Feng ignored them, ran to the window and ordered four dishes, and then asked for two bowls of rice and a steamed bun and came back.

The next thing is to wait.

"What dish do you want?" Luan Feng couldn't help but ask.

"A pickled cucumber, a pickled cabbage, a pickled radish, and a pickled eggplant. ”

Luan Feng's black face: "Why don't you pickle you too." ”

Eunuch Lao Tzu? I really castrated Lao Tzu, so it's no wonder you don't cry when the time comes.

More than ten minutes later, the waiter let out a snort: "Table No. 5, it's ready." ”

Wan Feng ran over and took two trips with one hand.

A shredded pork in Beijing sauce, a sweet and sour pork ribs, a plate of braised carp, and finally a dry-fried tenderloin.

The food in rural families is too little oily, and there is no change, these two guys don't want to die when they work, Wan Feng came in to bring them to have a good meal, and put some oil and water in their stomachs.

Money is not an issue.

Luan Feng's eyes lit up immediately, and he picked up his chopsticks and was ready to do it.

Jiang Min was the opposite of her, holding the chopsticks but didn't know what to do.

Wan Feng stretched out his chopsticks to block Luan Feng's chopsticks: "Silly melon, did you eat the shredded pork in Beijing sauce like that?"

Luan Feng was confused: "Then how to eat?"

"Don't you see the tofu skin? Roll the shredded meat on the tofu skin and eat it, old-fashioned!"

Luan Feng didn't blush at all and didn't listen to Wan Feng, and still stuffed the shredded meat clipped on the chopsticks into his mouth.

It's shameless and skinless.