Chapter 357: Crowd

The little kids covered their mouths with their hands, and no one dared to make any sound. However, the TV screen became more and more vigorous and there was no sign of the number.

"Uncle Fatty, it seems that it wasn't what we called out." Erfeizinniao said to the fat man quietly.

Of course the fat man knew that he was just asking these little guys to be quiet. However, for this situation, he was a little confused. It must be because of the poor signal acceptance. However, the antenna pole was already high enough. Do you still have to cut down a big red pine and stand on the top of the Fangshan Mountain?

"Brother Fat, why are you here? Are you here?" The man who was holding the pole outside was anxious and shouted loudly.

I still have experience in big braids, so I went out to tell them: "Ring the pole slowly and adjust the angle of the antenna head."

A short cheer suddenly broke out in the room, and then it turned into a roar. The fat man rushed out of the room: "Don't turn, it's the angle just now."

Everyone started to turn back again, and the fat man simply didn't look at him. When he heard the little kids in the room screaming, he quickly called and stopped. When he entered the room, he saw that the fluorescent screen really appeared again.

"It's done!" The fat man couldn't help but slam his palm with his fist.

"It seems that it's not OK!" The little kids stared at the screen and saw water patterns starting to appear on it again, fluctuating back and forth. In a short while, the little kids lay on the kang and were all confused.

The fat man has no idea now and kept slapping his mind: "Wait until tomorrow to go to the commune to ask. After all, there is one that can be seen and is more experienced. Everyone should go back today and come and see it tomorrow."

None of the little kids got tricked: "Fat uncle, can't we listen?"

The fat man couldn't help but feel soft: No, he must get the person out. So he flipped through the instructions and started studying it.

The big braid also came over and checked it together. There were really solutions to screen shaking and water marks on it, which was related to the angle of acceptance and the strength of the reception signal.

"It must be because we are too far away from the county and the signal is weak." Da Braidzi guessed an answer that is closer to the facts.

The fat man grabbed his head, then rushed to the outer room, picked up the round aluminum curtain from the back of the pot and ran out. This one was specially used for steaming buns, with a diameter of more than half a meter.

"Back down the pole first." The fat man ordered, and the young men slowly supported the pole and fell down. When they poured to about forty-five degrees, they all shouted that they could not hold on.

The fat man hurriedly got down, carried his shoulders, resisting the falling momentum, and then he put down the antenna pole. The top end had already reached into the garden and a long piece.

The fat man ran into the garden, laid the curtain on the antenna, and then directed everyone to stand up the antenna pole. At the same time, cheers from the little kids came from the room.

"Okay, fix the pole first," the fat man shouted and ran into the house. He saw that the TV picture had become clear and there was no other interference. Looking at the little kids, they all stared at the fluorescent screen without blinking, and they were all stunned.

Even the owner of the car and Wang Sanpao were no exception, staring at the TV with his eyes straight: "Isn't this thing just a small movie? You can watch movies by sitting on the kang. Tsk tsk - this is the enjoyment!"

There were also three old brothers, all sitting on their own small stools, watching TV in a decent manner, and never looking around anymore.

The fat man with a big braid: "Let's have some food first, there will definitely be more people later!"

The fat man looked around the house and the kang was full, and there was basically no place to put the table. He stood beside him and put the TV on it, so he simply took a sip on the pot on the outer room.

While eating, a group of old ladies came in outside. When they entered the door, they shouted: "Fatty, we are all watching TV!"

When the fat man saw that the good guys came with small stools, he hurriedly let them in the house, then brought half a bag of fried melon seeds and put them in the ground.

After entering the house, these women immediately shut their mouths and made two rows on the ground. They looked at the flower fairy with great enthusiasm, and the fat man couldn't hold back his laughter. This is a cartoon.

The young man outside finally fixed the antenna pole and rushed in anxiously. When he saw that the ground was basically full and the old ladies couldn't afford to offend him, he went straight to the edge of the kang, pulled the little kids into his arms, and held them to see. However, the rows of little kids behind immediately had an objection: "We can't see it anymore."

Li Suozi arranged without looking back: "Everyone stands up, stand in front of the small one and stand behind the big one, save space."

The little kids didn’t care whether they were on the ticket or on the stand-up ticket, they could just watch it. Soon, three neat lines stood on the kang.

As soon as the fat man saw that he had made some space and was about to sit for a while, he saw that the door of the house opened. Mr. Li Wu and Mr. Wang came in: "Fatty, I heard that you bought a TV. Let's take a look."

Two old men of the level of the old man arrived, and even Wang Sanpao and the boss of Che stood up and gave the kang to the two old men.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening and the news broadcast began to be played. The fat man saw that the host looked familiar. After watching for a long time, he finally recognized it. Isn't that Zhao Zhongxiang? It turns out that he is so young.

At that time, when the news was broadcast, there was still a long wooden table in front. Because it was a black and white TV, it was impossible to see what color it was, and there was a microphone on it. The background behind it was still the same kind of ancient silk cloth, twisted into pleats, a bit like the curtain on the stage.

"This is great. In the past, I could only listen to the news in the electric box, but now I can watch it." Mr. Li Wu finally discovered the benefits of TV and praised it.

"Tiananmen!" The little kids shouted again. The one who had just passed by the screen was Tiananmen Square. For these kids in the mountains, they had only seen the sacred place of Tiananmen from the pictures.

Before the news broadcast was finished, the people in the room were full. The young man on the edge of the kang was also squeezed onto the kang by a group of men in their forties and fifties, and treated the children with the tickets to get up. However, they were even more difficult and they didn't dare to straighten their backs, otherwise they would have their heads.

Even Benben and Dudu had such strong bodies, and they were squeezed to the outer room. The three Maomao had nowhere to stay, so they had to jump onto the quilt.

It’s better to be ugly. If you don’t join in the fun, you will get into the warehouse early and go to recuperate.

As more and more people were, the first row was basically the same as the TV, and they had to bend back and watch. And the little kids were already held in their arms, and the room was like bean bags, with no place to stand on their feet.

The fat man could stand in the house for a while at the beginning, but now he has given up the place to others and is with Benben in the outer room. After a while, Big Braid and Xiaohua were squeezed out, leaving only Qiqi to hold his position.

What's even more terrible is that there are still people who have formed gangs to enter the house, but they can't squeeze in at all, so they can only stretch their necks at the door and look in.

None of the spectators in the room were willing to come out, and they were staring at the screen with enthusiasm. Even if there was a fire outside, they probably wouldn't move.

"I want to pee-" A little kid covered his crotch with his hands, his legs tightly clamped, and he kept jumping. It seemed that he couldn't hold it in.

The adults raised him up and spread him one by one. As soon as it reached the fat man's hand, he felt a heat in his hand, and a warm current flowed out of the little boy's trousers' legs. The little guy finally couldn't hold it in and he wet his pants.

The fat man wiped his hand twice on his butt: "A terrible thing, hurry up and go home to change your pants!"

As soon as he finished shouting, he heard a buzzing sound in the room. The fat man stretched out his neck and looked in. He saw smoke and dust rolling on the kang. It turned out that the adobe on the kang had been trampled.

"If this continues, our house seems to be unable to be kept." The fat man was worried and kept scratching his head.

Mr. Li Wu and Mr. Wang squeezed out and kept coughing: "Fatty, hurry up and clear the field and set up a kang--"

They are all from the villagers, and the fat man couldn't open his mouth. At this time, he heard Wang Sanpao's voice coming from the house: "It's so rippling, everyone goes out first, start walking out from the door, let's turn the TV over and go out to look."

Wang Sanpao's voice was originally quite loud, but there were people in the room, and they didn't move. I don't know if they were fascinated by it or pretended not to hear it.

Wang Sanpao was also anxious. He stepped over the head of the human head, lifted the TV, and turned it 180 degrees, and everyone could only see the back. So people stood up and rushed to the courtyard.

Now the person standing in the outer room was suitable, so he quickly ran out and seized a favorable terrain. He watched TV through the glass, but the sound was a little unaware.

Seeing that the room was empty and there was only a thick layer of melon seeds left, the fat man smiled bitterly. He first went to the kang to lift up the kang mat, then picked out the broken mat, and found another good mat to put it in. Fortunately, he only broke one and could deal with sleeping people at night, otherwise, he would have to go to other people's house to find a sleeping house.

I made some mud and put on the kang's face, otherwise it would be smoke when I burned the stove. After finishing my work, I saw the three Maomao wandering behind the TV. I guess I was wondering: There was no one behind me?

When the fat man arrived in the yard, the word "good night" had already appeared on the TV screen, and then the entire screen turned into a curtain made of silk.

The fat man finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, let's be here tonight. Let's come back tomorrow - by the way, install the production team in the production team tomorrow, everyone will go there to see, the production team is spacious."

Those little kids are not leaving yet, waiting for each of them. Teacher Xiaohua was so angry that she was amused and laughed: "Did you show good night if you don't see it? Go home and go to bed quickly and see who dares to be late for school tomorrow!"

The little kid walked home reluctantly, and he was still studying it: Do you think that Xiao Pei looks quite like Qiqi?

Finally, there were only a few people from the family left. The fat man also went back to the house to pack up his things, wiped the cover of the kang mat with big braids, swept the floor with small flowers, and finally, the melon seeds had a full dustpan.

The fat man looked straight and said, "Good guy, it's enough to make a meal tomorrow morning."
Chapter completed!