Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

As the calendars on the wall are torn off one by one, the festive atmosphere becomes stronger and stronger. The most important thing for every household every day is to prepare New Year's goods.

Compared to the busy adults, the children who are on winter vacation are like ponies that have broken free from their reins. Even though the temperature is more than ten degrees below zero, it can't stop them from having fun in the alleys.

Now that conditions are starting to improve and everyone has some extra money, the children naturally have an extra thirty or five cents in pocket money.

So the sound of small firecrackers could be heard in the alley every day.

Blowing up a snow pile is a basic exercise. The braver ones blow up the toilets, and the more daring ones ambush passers-by on the road...

Children are always bombarded and beaten, and they never learn their lessons!

Chang Zhengyang looked at the groups of children through the car window, and couldn't help but think of last year's high-level meeting when someone proposed to control the future population and he severely rebuked them.

At that time, he had a war of words in the newspapers with those guys who claimed to be humanists about this matter.

In the end, he refuted this group of people thoroughly by using the century-long population change curve of various countries in the world and the amount of population needed to support China's future industrial development. They never dared to mention controlling the future population again.

boom!

The sound of an explosion pulled Chang Zhengyang out of his thoughts. He rolled down the window and looked out.

Well, which little bastard threw a small firecracker into the septic tank, which directly caused the methane gas in the septic tank to explode.

This tastes really delicious!

Chang Zhengyang quickly rolled up the car window, and the driver understood and stepped on the accelerator. The Hongqi car left here quickly. If they didn't leave, there would be a traffic jam here soon.

As for the children, they were not seriously injured. After all, there wasn't much gas in the septic tanks these days. So, although the methane explosion just now sounded quite loud, it was actually not very powerful. It only lifted the manhole cover by more than one meter.

When Chang Zhengyang returned home, the loudspeaker in the alley blared an urgent speech by Director Ma of the neighborhood committee.

Director Ma first briefly explained the incident of the manhole cover being blown off not long ago, and then urged each family to keep an eye on their children and not to cause a tragedy that no one wanted to see during the New Year.

People send off the Kitchen God on the eve of the Chinese New Year, fry meatballs and put up Spring Festival couplets on New Year's Eve. When it gets dark and every household starts to eat the New Year's Eve dinner, the studio of CCTV's Spring Festival Gala begins to make final preparations.

As a consultant to the gala organizing committee, Chang Zhengyang could have brought his family to watch the gala in person.

But he thought it would be better to stay at home, drink some wine, eat some food and watch the party, so he gave the spot to He Yuzhu's family.

In Courtyard No. 95, three generations of a family gathered around a large round table to eat New Year's Eve dinner. The heating in the house was sufficient, and everyone was dressed very lightly. They toasted each other while watching the pictures on the big color TV.

"The educated youth have devoted their youth to building the motherland. They have no complaints in the new era. Please watch the skit below: The educated youth have become rich with their own hands..."

Chang Laowu looked at the host on the screen and couldn't help but ask, "Eh? Why does the host look a little weird?"

Shen Qianwen, who was standing by, glanced at Chang Zhengyang, who was secretly pleased with himself, and said to Chang Laowu with a smile, "You must have drunk too much. Okay, let's start the show!"

"Have I drunk too much? I'm not drunk!"

Chang Laowu scratched the back of his head in confusion, and when he saw Ms. Guo glaring at him, he quickly shut his mouth and began to watch the show on TV quietly.

The skit lasted a total of fifteen minutes, with ups and downs in the plot, one joke after another, and the actors' performances were also very good. This should have been a work that would make people laugh.

But in fact, at this moment in China, every adult watching the party on TV had expressions of confusion, shock, and annoyance, but no one was smiling.

Everyone’s first feeling after watching this program is: Are days going to become unstable again?

Chang Zhengyang slowly put a peanut into his mouth. Fortunately, this program was put at the end, otherwise the joy of the party would have been ruined by him.

However, there are probably not many people who can still laugh at this time.

“How did a show like this get on?”

Chang Laowu immediately turned her gaze to Chang Zhengyang. She wanted to know if the wind direction among the top leaders had changed again.

Unexpectedly, Chang Zhengyang just smiled and said nothing, without directly answering her question. Shen Qianwen couldn't stand this guy's boasting, so she said directly: "Who else could it be? This show was organized by your brother."

Jingle Bell!

There was a phone ring in the study. Chang Hongwei, the youngest, got up and went to the study to answer the phone. After a while, he came over with a strange look on his face and said to Chang Zhengyang, "Dad, it's the boss calling."

As expected!

Chang Zhengyang laughed and said to Chang Baichuan, Ms. Guo and the others, "It's okay. I'll go and wish the leaders a happy new year first."

In the study, Chang Zhengyang just picked up the phone when a hearty laugh came from the other side, and the familiar Sichuan-Chongqing Mandarin came from the other end of the microphone.

"You are such a naughty little comrade! How could you launch a surprise attack?"

"I can't help it. Some people have gone too far. It's only been two years and they dare to do this. If I don't strike them down when they are just starting to gain momentum and wait until they become bigger before taking action, then we will be passive."

The old man on the other side of the microphone sighed and said, "As long as we hold on to power, as long as they are no longer useful in the future, we can confiscate everything they have. Why do you have to scare them away now?"

Chang Zhengyang was silent for a moment and then said, "Don't worry, I'm just warning them, but I still say that when the polar bear falls, I will start a big fight."

The old man on the other side of the microphone laughed and said, "That's impossible. Polar bears are in their heyday now. We are just letting it bleed a little. It will be weak for a while at most. I think your wish will hardly come true."

Chang Zhengyang shook his head and said, "That may not be the case. I can guarantee that in five years at most, the polar bear will fall."

"Then let's wait and see!"

beep...

Chang Zhengyang put down the phone and turned his head to look at the night sky outside the window. It was already past midnight, and brilliant fireworks were rising in the night sky.

A low voice echoed in the study: Capital is not born from the womb or from an egg, but from transformation. Grandpa Deng, if our people and their families all control capital, including your sons, daughters, and grandchildren, will you still raise your butcher knife against them? No, not only will you not, you will pretend not to see it and let capital erode everyone around us. By then, the whole tree will be demonized and no one can reverse it, not you, not me!