At 9 o'clock in the evening, the second issue of "Pin Ming Dynasty" started on time.

In a small village in Taizhou, Fan Wenhua hurriedly walked into his old house, the weather was hot during the day, and he could only go out for a walk at this time at night, Fan Wenhua wiped the sweat on his body and shouted to his son, "Xiaowei, help me turn on the radio and tune to the station of the Taizhou-Zhou Literature and Art Channel."

The man named Xiaowei poked his head out, "Okay! Knowing that you have the habit of listening to the radio, I have already helped you turn on the computer, so I will help you turn the station over now! ”

The radio made a "snort" noise after a few blank frequencies, but Xiaowei quickly tuned to the Taizhou-Zhou Literature and Art Channel.

At this time, the show had already started for a while, and Fan Wenhua wiped the sweat off his body and sat on the sofa and listened carefully.

At this time, a little boy ran out of the inner hall, and he also sat next to Fan Wenhua with a cigarette.

"Eh, Xiaojun, have you done your homework? Every day, if you are so playful and don't do your homework, be careful that I will beat you."

As soon as Dawei spoke, he was glared at by the old man, "Why are you so fierce to your grandson?" If you freak him out, labor and management are not finished with you today"

Dawei retracted his head stupidly, he didn't dare to be disobedient to the old man's words, so he could only wait for him to leave and then find a chance to train his naughty son.

As soon as this idea was born in his heart, his son Xiaojun muttered, "Dad, what are you doing!" I can't continue listening to the show if you're so noisy! ”

Dawei glared at his son fiercely, listening to the radio program? Why haven't you ever heard of this hobby? Do you think I'll believe it if I make up such a reason without writing homework?

Dawei wanted to reprimand his son a few more words, but he saw his son listening to the radio intently, and the look on his father's face who had listened to the radio all his life was not the same!

Dawei muttered in his heart, some time ago, his son went out to play crazy as soon as he got out of school, why did he change sex and listen to the radio today?

Dawei looked at the two of them listening to the radio and asked curiously, "What is this show called?"

Fan Wenhua replied concisely and clearly, "Ping Ming Dynasty", and never talked to him again, Dawei looked at his old man and wondered, what kind of ghost show is this, not only his old man is fascinated, but even his playful son is willing to sit obediently and listen, this mud horse is addictive!

Fan Wenhua saw that the two of them refused to take care of themselves and went out, but the three big words "Pinming Dynasty" seemed to have roots in his heart.

The other side.

In a residential building in the city, Zhang Mingshu turned on the radio, crossed his legs, and listened to the show with a comfortable face.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, and Zhang Mingshu didn't bother to get up, "Who is it?" ”

"It's me who is fast with the wind" A young man's voice came from outside the door, Zhang Mingshu slapped his thigh, just now there was a courier calling, listening to the voice should be this one outside the door!

Zhang Mingshu hurriedly got up and opened the door for him, the young man came in with a lot of things, these are all bought by Zhang Mingshu on the Internet in the past few days, otaku like him usually don't go out, and even daily necessities are purchased online, which is already considered to be the middle and advanced stage of lazy cancer.

The courier sat on the sofa very naturally, and he was tired enough to go upstairs to pick up these things, and I don't know what the person in front of him thinks.

Zhang Mingshu was talking to the courier brother while signing the courier note, and he was also a natural acquaintance and would chat a few words with strangers.

"Eh, why do you still send couriers here at night, aren't they all delivered during the day, have you changed the rules now?"

The courier brother glanced at a lot of unsigned courier boxes on the ground and said, "Isn't this still no way, if the warehouse is full today and can't hold things, I won't come out at night to deliver the courier, you look at these couriers on the ground, there is a big stack of them on the car outside, all of which will be delivered tonight."

Zhang Mingshu took a look, and sure enough, there were many couriers on the ground who had not signed for them, and he no longer talked to the courier brother for fear of delaying his time.

At this time, the courier brother's attention shifted to the radio on the coffee table.

"No money? Take away anything of value!

Poor Tokhta, a good theorist, but not a practitioner.

The old trick came out, when the migrant workers dug to Shandong, they dug out a one-eyed stone man from under the river, and carved a stone man with an eye on his back, instigating the Yellow River to rebel against the world. The migrant workers suddenly discovered that this was the lyrics they had been singing on the construction site for several years. And so the hearts of men moved.

This is really an old trick, it can be programmed into a computer program, and before the uprising, you always have to engage in this kind of feudal superstition, but there is no way, people will eat this set. ”

The courier brother felt that this voice was a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, so he asked curiously, "What kind of show is this?" ”

Zhang Mingshu raised his head, "Pin Ming Dynasty, this is dedicated to the history of the Ming Dynasty, and it has been popular recently, and my colleagues are listening!" ”

The courier brother looked suspicious, "It's a coincidence that you also listen to this show, I just listened to it yesterday, and I haven't had time to listen to today's episode of the show!" ”

Zhang Mingshu's eyes were full of disbelief, not only his colleagues are listening to the show "Pinming Dynasty", but now they have heard this show when they meet a courier, how popular this show is, it's really evil!

At the same time, in Chen Hao's old house, his mother Zhang Jingyan was chatting with a relative on the phone.

"Eh Jingyan, there is a radio program that is particularly popular these days, and I always hear people around me mention it, have you heard that it is about history?"

Chen Hao's mother said with a smile, "You're testing me, but I really haven't heard of you winning."

"No, I'm not looking for a topic to talk about, what is the name of that show, Pinming Dynasty is tossed out by two young hosts, oh yes, one of the hosts has the same name as your son, also called Chen Hao"

Chen Hao's mother was stunned, this relative had little contact with her before and didn't tell her that her son worked at a radio station, but Zhang Jingyan remembered that the program hosted by Chen Hao was not this name, could it be that he was transferred to other programs?

Zhang Jingyan hung up the phone with a few polite words from her relatives, and she didn't know what happened to Chen Hao's side so she made a phone call.

In the office area of the Taizhou-Zhou Literature and Art Channel, Chen Hao looked at a stack of materials and the mobile phone rang at this time.

Chen Hao glanced at the phone call from his mother on the screen, and hurriedly went to the corridor outside and pressed the answer.

"Good boy, what's going on over there? If it weren't for a relative calling me today to talk about the "Pin Ming Dynasty" program, I still wouldn't have known that you were kept in the dark for this program! ”

Chen Hao smiled bitterly and explained to his mother, before he could tell his mother about "Pinming Dynasty", he was "informed" by others, has this show become popular to everyone? This is so wicked!

ps: Today's first update is sent, and I ask for a recommendation ticket!