The four rats are really stunned this time, although they are authentic city people, and they are a little unaccustomed to suddenly going to the countryside, but they are working in the countryside now to make so much money?

Jiang Dawu: "Girl, you see that his limbs are not diligent, his body is weak and short, the eighty-year-old lady is more capable than him, and the family can't eat enough food, you recruit him to the family?" ”

was said by Jiang Dawu, the four rats suddenly filed in front of people, a pure guy, I haven't tried it yet, how can I see that I am empty.

Niu Dawei couldn't figure it out: "It's just a ruffian in this place, I can't hide it, and if I steal chickens and dogs in the village in the future, I'm afraid the villagers will have to have opinions when they are recruited back to the village."

Jiang Xiaochi didn't speak, but Song Laoer, who hadn't squeaked much on the side, spoke: "I know what the girl means, since we hired it, we have to know the most basic business for buying and selling at home, and in the future, you can press a car when you run long distances to deliver food, and you can help talk about business when you don't have enough manpower." The main ......"

Song Lao Er didn't go on, the big guy also understood, and the most important thing was to understand it. I can't control it, and I can't ride it around my neck in the future.

Four rats: "The brother I brought will also give fifty a month?" ”

Jiang Xiaochi's eyes flickered: "What do you want?" You are the captain, the rest of the probationary period is 20, officially start work in January 30, and the bonus for good performance is 5 yuan. ”

Jiang Dawu didn't intervene, and the people who worked in the big shed in the village didn't earn thirty in January.

The four rats counted with their fingers: thirty-five is not a lot, which is more than the iron rice bowl.

Thinking about the future monthly income of fifty yuan, the four rats decided to walk on the road set by Jiang Xiaochi, and see that Kou Laoxi and his wife are not what they used to be, no matter how they think about it, they feel that their future is bright.

As for who to bring, I also have an idea in my heart.

……

"Is there a platform?"

"Is there a platform?"

Song Lao Er stood at the back of Jiang Dawu's house, holding an antenna mast in his hand, turning left and right for a while. It's windy today, and there's a burst of snowflakes on the TV, which is a bit unhelpful.

Jiang Dawu's house was crowded with people inside and outside the house, and all of his little heads followed the antenna in Song Lao's second-hand hand for a while, and his big neck was a little cramped.

"Squeak!" It looked like there was a stage, and there was no movement after a while.

Although everyone waited with a bitter face, they still enjoyed it.

This is the first TV that Sweetwater Village moved back, and it is said that it is still a color. If Jiang Dawu hadn't been low-key, someone else's house would have come in with gongs and drums.

Song Lao Er carefully twisted the antenna pole and turned it around......

"Last night's ...... Last night's stars...... Fallen. Disappear into the distant galaxy ......"

"Hey, there you have it, don't move!"

I was afraid that Song Lao Er wouldn't hear it, whether it was the old man or the big lady, he exclaimed excitedly.

"Hey, it's so colorful!"

Jiang Dawu pursed his lips, in the past, Song Lao Er took the lead in whatever new things were in the village, and he, the village chief, had no face at all.

The captain's daughter-in-law is busy before and after, and the front of the room is all done by the village elders, and she can't be lazy when she pours tea and water. Half a bag of melon seeds stored at home has also been taken out, and I have a color TV to show my face, but I can't care about this little one.

The fourteen-inch color TV plays the well-known "Last Night's Stars", and the song is not less in the electric box, but the TV series is really the first time for the villagers to watch it.

Knowing that Jiang Dawu's family must be crowded, Jiang Xiaochi also came over early after dinner to join in the fun.

staring at the TV one by one, the picture quality is simply indescribable, Jiang Xiaochi is not cold at all, he is completely infected by the atmosphere of this era, and he feels more interesting than the New Year in later generations.

The villagers looked at Jiang Dawu with a look of admiration, worthy of being the village head, and the village chief who can buy a color TV in ten miles and eight villages is estimated to have this strength in Tianshui Village.

Everyone was having fun while staring at the TV and discussing the plot from time to time. Aunt Zhu's son lives in the city, and when she went to live at her son's house during the Chinese New Year, she happened to watch a few episodes, and from time to time she revealed some plots to the big guys.

"Last Night's Stars" is the first batch of Taiwanese TV dramas introduced by the mainland, in the era when military songs are bright and popular, who has ever seen a romantic drama between you and me. Especially the heroes and heroines are handsome, and they became popular as soon as they were broadcast on TV, and even seventy or eighty-year-old grandmothers could hum a sentence or two.

In short, inside and outside the house, everyone watched very pleasantly.

"Last night's ...... Last night's stars...... Fallen. Disappear into the distant galaxy ......"

The familiar singing voice came to mind again, the cast came out, and this time it was the ending song.

The villagers were a little unhappy, so Jiang Dawu took out the newspaper and looked at it carefully. Watching television was a major event that enriched the people's spare time, and the newspapers published programs in those days.

"Gone?"

Jiang Dawu nodded: "Two episodes a day, gone." ”

The villagers were so unhappy that Aunt Zhu quipped: "Look at your little bit of interest, you won't sleep when you buy a TV at home in the future?" If you have nothing to do, hurry home and hug your wife and children, don't delay the captain's house to rest, I want to see us come back tomorrow. ”

"Captain, what time is it tomorrow?" Although the title of captain has long since passed, and the captain has long since become the village head, the villagers are used to calling Jiang Dawu, and no one has changed the title.

By the light, Jiang Dawu looked at the small words on the newspaper again: "Eight o'clock, tomorrow at eight o'clock will start on time, two episodes a day." ”

After listening to it and watching two episodes in one night, the villagers dispersed unsatisfied.

The funny big girl and little daughter-in-law surrounded Aunt Zhu, discussing the plot on TV endlessly.

The captain's daughter-in-law was a little weak in her busy legs, and she sat on the kang with a tired ass, feeling more tired than her son marrying a daughter-in-law. looked at Jiang Dawu with a helpless face: "Dawu, they said...... Tomorrow...... Come on. ”

Jiang Dawu also put away the smugness just now: "Is there still food at home?" There were a lot of people just now, and I didn't eat well, and I was a little hungry. ”

The captain's daughter-in-law sat on the kang and didn't want to get up, with an impatient face: "There are still in the pot, eat it yourself." ”

After that, he complained again: "Huh? I said, they don't plan to buy a TV, right? I bought this TV, and I can't relax at night in the future? ”

Jiang Dawu shook his head, Song Lao Er and Jiang Xiaochi really didn't have the slightest meaning to buy a TV, and people had already thought of today's scene.

After pulling two mouthfuls of food, Jiang Dawu thought about it in his heart, put on a coat and went out.

The captain's daughter-in-law shouted from behind: "If you don't sleep at night, where are you going?" ”

Jiang Dawu couldn't sleep in his heart, his daughter-in-law was careless, so he had to talk to Guo Zhiyou.

There are shops in the city, four, who can sleep.

As a result, Guo Zhiyou and Jiang Dawu were completely sleepless all night.

Early the next morning, the entrance of the village was squeezed for a group of people. Uncle Zhu, who was about to go to the ground, was standing at the entrance of the village with a pickaxe in one hand, and there were three young people of the fifth class who looked a little different from four or six standing opposite.

Explosive head, small leather pants, Boss Song is long gone, who is this looking for?