“I can’t stay in this house anymore, I can’t stay in this house anymore!”
Qiao Zuwang vented a few words in a low voice, and then from the corner of his eye, he happened to see a plate of dishes on the stove that had not been taken away.
A big bowl of greasy meat looked extremely tempting. The aroma that hit his face kept hitting his taste buds, and saliva secreted crazily in his mouth.
'have a bite……'
'have a bite……'
'I'll just take a bite...'
Qiao Zuwang couldn't help but move a few steps towards the stove. He raised and lowered his free hand several times.
In the end, he still didn't dare to do it.
The reason for not doing it is not because of embarrassment, but because of fear.
For some reason, he is becoming more and more afraid of the eldest son in the family. Every time he sees 'Yicheng', he seems to be seeing some big boss.
Sometimes just a look can make him at a loss.
have to!
have to!
After a few breaths, there was a rush of footsteps outside the kitchen. Erqiang ran to the kitchen in a hurry. When he saw Qiao Zuwang's back, his steps immediately stopped.
At the same time, a trace of confusion flashed across his little face. After hesitating for a moment, he shouted in a low voice.
"dad."
Hearing the word "Dad", Qiao Zuwang was shocked. It had been a long, long time since he heard the children call him Dad.
Originally, he thought that he didn't care, so he wouldn't yell if he didn't want to. He wouldn't lose a piece of flesh on his body, but would save a lot of money.
Isn’t it good to use this money to eat and drink for yourself?
But when things came to a head, he realized that he really cared.
At this moment, Qiao Zuwang felt his nose was sore and something seemed to be pouring out of his eyes.
On the other side, Er Qiang saw that Qiao Zuwang still didn't answer, scratched his head in confusion, and then walked to the stove to take away the bowl of fat-free pork.
Qiao Zuwang stood blankly in the kitchen for a long time. After the shock just now, he couldn't help but ask himself.
Have you gone too far before?
After thinking for a while, Qiao Zuwang didn't have a clear idea, he just felt a little upset.
'Forget it, think about it later.'
'Anyway, the days ahead are still long.'
In the main room, Simei and Erqiang turned into cooks as soon as they came to the table. Their mouths were stuffed full and their cheeks were bulging like little squirrels.
On the contrary, Sanli was eating slowly and glanced out the door from time to time.
“Eat well.”
Li Jie tapped the table gently. He knew what Sanli was worried about. It was just that Qiao Zuwang had not been stimulated enough and it was not time to change yet.
Sanli withdrew her gaze after hearing this: "Oh."
After a while, Qiao Zuwang came in with a plate of roast goose, but instead of sitting on the table as usual, he got into the room dejectedly.
Apparently, he figured out something.
For the children at home, roast goose is no longer a rare delicacy.
In short, he took it too much for granted.
After finishing dinner with a sigh, Qiao Zuwang patted his butt and went out. This time he didn't go out to play cards.
His former poker friends have completely distanced themselves from him. Without these three poker partners, Qiao Zuwang would not be able to play poker.
He just couldn't stand the atmosphere at home and wanted to go out for a walk to relax.
If Qiao Zuwang came from later generations, he would probably learn a new word - "cold violence".
In the following period of time, Li Jie would either take care of his children or come to repair electrical appliances every day. As time went by, his customer base gradually expanded.
It was not until the week before the start of school that Li Jie finally saved enough money and rented a house was put on the agenda.
In the late 1970s, there was no concept of commercial housing, and real estate at this time was still stuck in the era of welfare housing distribution.
Of course, if you insist on buying or selling a house, you can still buy it, but the house purchase procedure is too complicated.
Furthermore, the little money Li Jie had was not enough to buy a house.
Therefore, his plan is to rent a house first, preferably a larger one, with two bedrooms and one living room, Sanli and Simei will have a room, he and Erqiang, Qiqi will have a room, and the living room will be transformed into a workshop
.
It's just that such a house was not particularly easy to find for a while. After all, people's housing space is very tight in this era. Three generations of grandparents live in a house of thirty or forty square meters. This situation can be seen almost everywhere.
This afternoon, Li Jie was teaching classical Chinese to the third primary school.
"The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky..."
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Brother Yicheng? Brother Yicheng?"
This voice was very familiar to Li Jie, it was from Sparrow Eyes. Speaking of which, this guy really has some skills. In the recent period, Sparrow Eyes alone has brought him three sales.
After introducing three orders, Ma Qianyan also received a commission of one yuan and fifty cents. With the financial incentive, this guy became even more motivated.
Yesterday, he heard from the children in the alley that Sparrow Eyes would go to the skating rink when he had something to do, and he would ask everyone he met if he wanted to repair the radio.
Opening the courtyard door, Li Jie saw two people standing outside the door, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
He understood that the sparrow came to his door, but what about Xiang Beifang behind him?
The radio at home is broken again?
Before Li Jie could ask any questions, Ma Yongyan spoke first.
"Brother Yicheng, Brother Xiang has something to do with you."
Li Jie turned his eyes and looked at Xiang Beiyi inquiringly.
"Brother, I heard from Sparrow Eyes that you can also repair TV sets?"
"Well, I know a little bit. What brand is your TV? Panda?"
The birth time of Panda TV is almost the same as that of Jingcheng TV, known as "China's No. 1 Screen". They are one in the south and one in the north. The former was developed by Jinling Radio Factory, and the latter was developed by Jinmen State-owned 712 Factory.
Production.
First come first served. Generally speaking, most people in Jinling who can afford TVs buy Panda TVs.
"Yes." Xiang Beigui nodded and said, "Can you cultivate it?"
Li Jie did not answer directly, but instead asked: "You have to look at it to find out what exactly is broken?"
Xiang Beifang said truthfully: "There are too many snowflakes. When I turn on the TV screen, there are so many snowflakes. The portraits are not as clear as before, and no matter how much I adjust the antenna, it doesn't work."
Lots of snowflakes?
The portrait is unclear?
It should be because the signal is not good, and there should be nothing wrong with the components inside the TV.
If something inside is broken, there is nothing Li Jie can do if there are no parts. He can't just pull out electronic components out of thin air.
"Wait a minute, I'll go back and get the tools."
Xiang Beifang stretched his head and looked around the yard. Although he only met Li Jie twice, he left a very deep impression on him.
At a young age, he was not only able to repair radios, but also TVs.
He, Xiang Beifang, is not a little kid who doesn't understand anything. Most college students don't have this kind of ability.