National Beer

The first private telephone installed in Qinwan was a black dial-type dial telephone. Although it was a dial-type dial, it was already the most fashionable thing in the late 1980s.

The phone of Qin Dong's house was placed on the round table in the house, and Liu Zhi also found a new towel to cover it. She was clean, and she probably had to wipe the phone several times a day.

"Brother, Da Teng gave me a pair of shoes. I don't want it. Da Teng sister-in-law must let me hold it." Qin Nan shouted when he walked to the door. The house was full of people, neighbors in the yard, Zhongjiawa's neighborhood, Everyone is looking at the fresh stuff in Zhongjiawa.

"Give it to you, you can hold it." Qin Dong didn't take a pair of sneakers to his heart. He watched Qin Nan squeeze through the crowd, opened the towel exaggeratedly, and looked at the black telephone. Qin Dong was happy. "Brother, do we have a phone call in the future? Brother, I want to call one!" Qin Nan's eyes were expectant and a little nervous.

"Hit." Qin Dong said without hesitation, but at this moment, the phone rang, the ringtone was very crisp, and the yard that was still noisy just now suddenly became quiet.

"Take it." Qin Dong looked at his sister encouragingly.

Qin Nan looked at Lu Xuguang, Zhong Xiaoyong and others who were flailing beside her. She took a deep breath and then picked up the phone, "Hey—" She held the receiver in both hands, her voice trembled, and she looked up at her brother from time to time.

"Hey, are you Qin Nan?" Suddenly Du Xiaoshu's voice came on the phone, his voice was very polite, there was no such thing as a bearish tone!

"Are you Du Xiaoshu?" Qin Nan was also very polite here, but she got stuck in the middle of it. She didn't know what to say, but Du Xiaoshu on the phone side pretended to ask, "Well, Qin Nan, So, did you eat it?"

Qin Nan smiled. Just as she was about to answer, the phone buzzed, "Brother, the phone is broken." Qin Nan held the receiver, his face instantly becoming worried.

Qin Dong smiled, he touched his sister's head, "The phone is not so easy to break, it was Xiaoshu who hung up..."

Sure enough, in the yard of Du Yuan's house, Du Yuan yelled at Du Xiaoshu, "What kind of call is there a few steps away? When I shout, everyone in the whole Zhongjiawa can hear it, so I can still use the phone? Burn the bag!" As he said, putting on a bread suit and walking out, Xiaojuma asked quickly, "It's almost time to eat, where are you going?"

"I'm going to buy a lock." Du Yuan snorted, "If I continue to fight like this, my salary is not enough to charge the phone."

"This is the twenty-eighth lunar month, the doors are closed." Du Xiaoju quickly reminded Du Yuan, but Du Yuan stubbornly said, "It's closed? Then I will knock the door open again."

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On the twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month, the red spring couplets have been pasted on the door, fresh peach branches are inserted on both sides of the door, and the festive window grilles and the word "Fu" all indicate that the new year is coming soon.

The white gas was constantly evaporating in the kitchen, and the white steamed wheat scent made people mouth-watering. In the dark, Du Xiaoshu held a pot of pig's feet jelly and pushed open the door of the old Qin's house.

"Sister Zhi'er, my dad beats the pig's hoof jelly. You should eat it first, and come to my house on the 30th." He glanced at the TV, pulled a bench and sat down at the round table, and Liu Zhi smiled and handed one. With a pair of chopsticks and a pair of chopsticks, Du Xiaoshu ate it without saying a word.

"Brother, the Spring Festival Gala in the city has begun." Qin Nan pointed to the TV with chopsticks in one hand and said, "Where are you? Didn't you say you are in the third row from the bottom?" Liu Zhihe Du Xiaoju also stopped his chopsticks and looked at the colorful screen.

On the screen, the magic lineup of Zhuge Liang, Xue Baochai, the lover of dreams, and the news network host, I am afraid that this year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala did not have this lineup.

"Brother, I saw you, wearing a sweater made by Sister Xiaoju!" Qin Nan jumped up from the dinner table and ran directly to the TV.

"Where, where, why didn't I see it?" Du Xiaoshu also leaned forward with the pasta, but the shot passed by, but the beer on the round table stayed for two seconds.

"Rongya Beer." Liu Zhier smiled, and she was also staring at the TV intently.

Qin Nan didn't even eat any food, and sat in front of the TV. Qin Dong couldn't help shaking his head. Brother was a frequent visitor to CCTV programs before!Of course, not everyone can attend the Spring Festival Gala in Qinwan City at this time.

"Brother, you!"

"Brother Dong, I saw you!"

The two children suddenly jumped up. This time the camera gave Qin Dong three full seconds. Watching himself on TV, Qin Dong also smiled. It was a good time for youth and prosperity!

"...At this moment of reunification and reunion of thousands of families, we especially miss our compatriots on the treasure island. We are eager to be able to drink together with them, and sing blessing songs together." On TV, Tang Qiang was full of affection. Recite it.

Ni Ping followed, using her peculiar sentimental language to lay out, "Now, such a moment has arrived. Mr. Ling Feng, a famous film and television star on the island of Qinwan, has been sitting in his thirty-nine years away. Among relatives..."

"Eating, eating, the two sides of the strait are reunited, you two should stop squatting there," Qin Dong said with a smile, "Eating..." He glanced at the TV again, well, at least the scene of Rongpi appeared tonight Six times!

"...Welcome to the Year of the Dragon. Spring is coming early, the island city is full of spring tides, dragons and tigers leap forward, and the sound of reform and opening up is loud..."

"Dear audience friends, let us always remember this happy night in the march towards the future in the construction of the Four Modernizations!"...

"Brother, I saw you eight times!" When the party was over, Qin Nan happily stretched out eight fingers while eating the seeds.

"No, nine times."

"Eight times."

"Nine times!"

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The two children quarreled together, but Qin Dong clearly remembered that Rongya Beer appeared twelve times!

Twelve times!

What was the result of the twelve lenses, the result was that he arrived at the factory the next day, and countless wholesalers once again blocked his sales department, and Rong Beer was out of stock!

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"Cracking—pop—pop—"

With the sound of firecrackers, the New Year's Eve finally arrived, Qinwan, the whole city from 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of firecrackers has not stopped!

Under the warm light, the colorful night sky, through the misty windowpanes, you can see that the old Qin family and the old Du family are sitting together again, eating a New Year dinner.

"Uncle, aunt, sister Zhi'er, I'll go to the factory." Qin Dong stood up and put on the bread suit.

"Go, go," Du Yuan was already slightly drunk, he smiled and waved, "You are the general dispatcher now, so you have to go back to the factory to see, go, come back before four o'clock, the house is waiting for you to eat dumplings ."

On New Year's Eve, the whole family watched the year. At four o'clock in the morning, Xiaojuma and Sister Zhier had dumplings!

Qin Dong smiled and walked out the door, but Du Xiaoju followed up again and said, "Go back quickly, come back early."

"Well, let's go back." In the bright night, Qin Dong smiled and waved his hand. If he raised his head again, Du Xiaoju was still standing under the lamp in front of the door...

At this time, the Rongya Brewery is already full of excitement. The masters in the canteen are not idle, and some female workers on the night shift are making dumplings together.

Under the night, looking from a distance, the factory area was brightly lit, and the machines roared. Looking at the factory area carrying hope, Qin Dong couldn't help slowing down. He breathed in the air with the smell of gunpowder and the smell of sea. An agitation...

The cold wind blew his scarf and also blown off the dust on his body. Oh, the three hundred and sixty-five days of 1987 have passed, and 1988 has finally arrived. My ambition is still there. I have to embark on a new path...

"Shake off the dust

Embark on a long journey

Pursue my dream with infatuation

Three hundred and sixty-five days passed year by year

Take a trip in a day

Three hundred sixty five miles away

How many three hundred and sixty-five miles of road Yo

Past spring, summer, autumn and winter

Three hundred sixty five miles away

How can you let it go

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