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But by then people no longer used radios.

Rich families in the village, such as Sun Guoan's family, had already bought black and white TVs.

Although there were not many channels that could receive signals, everyone would still finish their meals early at night and then bring their own small stools to his house to watch TV.

Chen Guizhen would assign places according to the quality of the relationship.

Of course, people like Xie Zhuo, who don't get along well with their family, won't be barred from entering the house, but they basically won't be treated with a good face.

So Xie Zhuo never went there.

Just listening to an old second-hand radio.

Because it is second-hand, it is cheap but also has many problems.

At that time, there was no one in the brigade who could repair radios, only people in the city could do it, but the price of repairing one was almost as much as the price of buying another one.

So Xie Zhuo tried to repair it on his own.

Unexpectedly, after dismantling it twice, he actually got the hang of it.

Later...when someone in the village had a broken radio at home, they heard that he could repair it, so they brought their radio to him.

So when Lao He took out two radios to show him, he just fiddled with them a few times and already roughly understood where the problem was.

And it’s not a big problem, he can indeed fix it.

But he couldn't say this directly in front of Lao He, so he just said that although he had never done it, he could think about it.

When he heard what he said, Lao He felt that he must have a solution.

After all, that was what he said when he first showed the watch to Xie Zhuo.

I have helped him repair twenty or thirty watches now.

"It's okay," Lao He patted the radio, "It's all junk until it's fixed. If it's fixed, it'll be their good fortune."

This metaphor...

The two radios spoke as if they were talking to people.

Finally, the two people agreed on the delivery time and the price of repairing the radio.

Eighty dollars each.

The price of a normal radio ranges from one hundred to one hundred and twenty. Xie Zhuo raised his eyebrows and looked at Lao He.

Lao He chuckled, "I don't need tickets when I sell these."

Xie Zhuo understood.

In that era, you needed a ticket to buy anything, and industrial tickets were the most scarce. Many people saved money for a long time by living frugally in order to buy a radio, but they could never get a ticket. Even if they had money, there was nothing they could do.

A radio like this that doesn't require a ticket can only be purchased with connections.

Xie Zhuo was never a talkative person, so he didn't ask many questions. He put the radio in the backpack, covered it with the mushrooms, and then carried the backpack out the door.

When he was returning the same way, he met two people who were looking into his backpack. After they saw what was inside, they lost interest.

They ran to the city happily, but found that many people had not sold their things.

Nothing unusual.

Xie Zhuo lit the oil lamp, found the tools, spread a white cloth on the table, placed a radio on it and began to dismantle it.

This was his old habit.

The structure of the radio is not complicated.

It is still very simple when compared to later generations, but it is still complicated in this era, not specifically referring to the craftsmanship, but the human psychology.

After all, the cost of destroying one is too high.

Xie Zhuo placed the removed small screws and parts neatly on the white cloth, and then carefully searched according to his previous experience. Sure enough, he found that a small piece of wire was broken.

He deftly connected the wires, put the parts back in order, and finally turned on the radio.

Although no signal can be received and only a "crackling" sound can be heard, the fact that there is sound proves that the repair has been made.

It took Xie Zhuo three full hours to disassemble the two radios one by one and put them back together.

After he put the radio back into the camphorwood box and locked it carefully, he went to the yard to wash up before lying down on the kang. In the moonlight, he saw that the hand of the small clock beside the pillow had pointed to two o'clock.

It's two o'clock in the morning again.

After staying up all night for two days in a row and doing farm work for a whole day, Xie Zhuo could no longer bear it.

He fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the two little guys sitting on the wooden threshold of his house eating.

Hearing the noise in the house, Dabao and Xiaobao poked their heads in at the same time, and said in a baby voice that someone was coming.

Xie Zhuo hadn't gotten off the kang yet.

After hearing their words, he bent his arms to support his upper body and took a look at the yard through the glass.

Nothing.

"It's outside the gate," Dabao said, "We didn't open the door."

"We didn't open the door," Xiaobao followed.

Xie Zhuo felt that he was really confused after sleeping. He couldn't help laughing when he heard Xiaobao's words, "Are you a little follower?"

Xiaobao snorted.

Xie Zhuo put on his clothes and went to open the door to the yard without even having time to wash his face.

The person outside seemed very anxious and almost smashed a hole in the door.

The expression on Xie Zhuo's face was not very good.

However, when he met the person's face, his expression was stunned for a moment.

Wrong door?

The person standing at the door is Sun Jiarou.

Sun Jiarou seemed to have not slept all night. Her pigtails were messy, her eyes were red, and bloodshot could be seen on the whites of her eyeballs. She was staring at Xie Zhuo without blinking.

Xie Zhuo's face returned to its expressionless look and he didn't speak first.

"Did you give Xu Yan 600 yuan?" Sun Jiarou asked in a questioning tone.

Xie Zhuo frowned, "I gave it to you, what's wrong?"

"Did you really give it to me?" Sun Jiarou looked a little aggrieved.

Xie Zhuo stuck his head out and found that several people were looking over here while splashing water out.

"I gave it to her," Xie Zhuo was a little puzzled. "Not only did I give her 600 yuan, I also gave her all the assets of our Xie family."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Jiarou suddenly shouted like she had gone crazy, "Why! Why did you give her so many things!"

"When we got engaged, your family only gave us a basket of steamed bread. But when it came to her, you wanted to give her everything you could. Why?"

Sun Jiarou kept asking "Why?" which made Xie Zhuo laugh.

He actually laughed too.

But the smile did not reach his eyes, and there was even mockery in it, "Why do you say that? Because she is my, Xie Zhuo's, wife!"

"You don't like that basket of steamed buns anymore?" He continued to look at Sun Jiarou, the smile on his face slowly fading, "If it weren't for that basket of steamed buns, would you still have the chance to stand at my doorstep so early in the morning and go crazy?"

Sun Jiarou stopped talking.

But the expression on her face was still very complicated, as if she didn't believe that he would treat her in this way, and as if she felt that the scenes before her were all fake.

After a while, Xie Zhuo heard her mumbling in a daze.

"You are wrong, totally wrong. You can't possibly marry her. I am the one you love most. When the autumn harvest comes, you will even call me out..."

Xie Zhuo didn't hear the rest of the words.