As soon as Ye Yaodong entered the room, he saw the eye-catching radio on the table. It had a box-shaped design with all straight lines, which made it look angular and conventional. The overall feeling was steady and concise, similar to the ones he had seen in other people's homes, but this was a Red Light brand radio.
There are small holes on the front and two round buttons on the side.
There are many different brands of radios now. There are not many bicycles and watches in the village, but there are many radios and sewing machines.
Sewing machines are most useful in their countryside. At that time, ready-made clothes were very expensive. There were many people in the family, so many clothes could not be afforded. Winter cotton-padded jackets were even more expensive, so they could only make them themselves.
Radio is the primary source of information about the outside world for people today, and it is also an important entertainment tool.
"How did you do it? Did anyone teach you?"
Ye Chenghe said anxiously: "Uncle San, please don't press it randomly."
Ye Chenghai and Ye Chengjiang had gone out to sea and had not returned yet, and the remaining six children also agreed, telling him not to touch anything. They had been repeatedly educated several times today, if they hurt their hands, they would break them!
Ye's mother also nervously called him, "Don't press randomly."
Then he quickly put down the bucket and stepped forward to slap his hand away, "Don't touch it, don't break it, I'll do it. Yesterday, Lin Ji came over and said that this can be plugged in or use batteries. I didn't understand what the long wave and short wave are, but anyway, the sound is louder and clearer than a single battery, and it's suitable for elderly people with poor hearing."
The whole family gathered around and watched Ye's mother press a button and carefully turn the round button. Suddenly, the sound of singing and storytelling came out from inside.
"Stop, stop, stop. This is it. This is it. The Biography of Yue Fei!"
As soon as Father Ye heard the familiar storytelling of The Biography of Yue Fei, his eyes immediately lit up and he excitedly shouted to stop.
He had been to Lin Jingye's house several times to listen to the music, and each time he was reluctant to leave because he was so fascinated by it.
Ye Chenghe also said excitedly: "I also like to listen to the Biography of Yue Fei. It started at 12 noon. Unfortunately, grandma listened to it for a while and then turned to listen to opera. I didn't expect it to be still playing now."
Ye Yaodong knew after listening to a few sentences that this was Liu Lanfang's storytelling, which he used to like. Liu Lanfang's storytelling is a symbol of an era and a beautiful memory of youth for a generation. The longer it is, the easier it will be to forget and the clearer it will be.
She had sung drum books in her early years, and her voice was well-trained, with sonorous and rhythmic sounds and beautiful rhymes.
The storytelling was loud and clear, using sound to create images, making the scenes three-dimensional and distinctive, and it was well-known to everyone at that time.
Listening to the excited voices of the grandfather and grandson, Ye's mother rolled her eyes at Ye's father and said, "I just said you wanted to listen to it, but you still don't admit it. Why are you so excited? I didn't buy it for you to listen to."
The old lady said happily: "Listen to them all, listen to them all. If you like, listen to this one first..."
But as soon as the old lady finished speaking, there was no more sound. It was time, and the voice announcement told them to stay tuned from 12 noon to 6 pm tomorrow.
"Ahh~ It's 6 o'clock, and The Biography of Yue Fei is only broadcast until 6 o'clock." Ye Chenghe beat his chest exaggeratedly.
"You've listened to it all day and you're still not satisfied?"
The eldest niece Ye Xiuxiu couldn't help but complain: "Please don't say that, Third Uncle. Grandma would turn it off after listening for a while, and then turn it on again after a while. She said she was afraid that if she listened for too long, the music box would burn out. She would also listen to the music for a while and then the storytelling for a while. I felt uncomfortable scratching my head and my heart felt like it was being pawed by a cat."
Ye Yaodong's mouth twitched, "Mom, you need two radios. You don't have to worry about burning them if you use them in turn. Or you can use one to listen to books and the other to listen to operas."
Ye's mother ignored his teasing and said, "The Biography of Yue Fei" was no longer available, so she could listen to something else.
She continued to spin the round button.
"Shajiabang! Shajiabang!"
This is modern revolutionary Peking Opera.
"What's so lively?"
At this time, Ye Yaopeng and Ye Yaohua and their spouses came back, and Ye Chenghai and Ye Chengjiang rushed in like cannonballs.
"Theatrical box!?"
The two of them exclaimed in surprise at the same time, and then became extremely excited in an instant.
"Where did it come from?"
"Who bought it? Wow, we have a radio at home too?"
"This was bought by my father!" Ye Chenghu said proudly with his head held high.
Ye Yaopeng and Ye Yaohua were also surprised and asked, "When did Dongzi buy it? Why haven't I heard about it?"
"Yes, when did you buy it and how much did it cost? You are really rich." Ye Ersao was so envious.
Mrs. Ye was also envious, "You have everything."
Ye Yaohua also smiled innocently and said, "Dongzi's life is getting better and better, and this year he even added a new member to his family."
"You can afford it. There are cheaper ones for just a few dozen yuan. It depends on whether you are willing to spend the money or not."
The group of children all looked at their parents. Mrs. Ye immediately glared at her own son and two daughters, "What are you thinking? One TV at home is enough."
Ye Chengjiang curled his lips and said, "That was bought by Uncle San, not ours."
"Wouldn't it be possible to hear it just the same? You still want one for each of you? Are you dreaming before you even close your eyes?"
He pursed his lips and dared not say a word, otherwise his mother would scold him endlessly. After working all day, no one would be in a good mood when they are tired.
"Hey, stop arguing, you guys eat your food, and we'll listen to our play."
A group of people gathered around the table, some listening to the opera, some eating, all with their eyes fixed on the radio.
What Sha Jia Bang is singing at this moment is that the wounded soldiers who were recuperating at Grandma Sha's home have recovered and are about to return to the army. Grandma Sha thinks that she is not taking good enough care of the wounded soldiers, so she asks instructor Guo Jianguang to give her some suggestions.
The line just happened to be sung: "Grandma Sha, let me give you some advice!"
The children could not understand anything at all. They just listened and imitated the singing in a weird voice.
Ye Chenghai also swallowed the food in his mouth without hesitation, pinching his throat and imitating, "Grandma Sha, let me pick your teeth for you!"
"???"
“Poof~”
There was a burst of laughter.
Ye Chengjiang's rice also spurted out, and the dishes on the table were evenly distributed with his rice grains...
"Fuck, Ye Chengjiang, are you doing this on purpose?" Ye Yaodong looked at the food with disdain, holding the clapper in his hand, feeling at a loss as to where to start.
Although Ye Yaopeng and Ye Yaohua were disgusted, they cursed a few words, took the rice away and continued eating.
Ye Chengjiang pinched his throat and coughed twice, "I didn't mean to do that, it was Ah Hai who did that to me!"
"Did I tell you to spit? Uncle San, he must want to eat all the food for himself. It was the same when he ate the wild peaches before. He licked the peaches that were given to him with his tongue before putting them in the bowl to eat later. He was afraid that we would steal his food. It was disgusting."
"you're disgusting."
Ye Chengjiang looked at him innocently, "Don't blame me, Third Uncle. They ate everything they wanted. I licked them all, and when I came back from playing, there was one less!"
Ye Yaodong: “…”