Wan Feng left Chen's house after sitting in Chen Wenxin for more than an hour.

After going home and having dinner, some of the young men from Wan Feng and Xiaoshutun walked along the cement road to the back of the depression.

There is an endless stream of people on the avenue, and people from different directions or walk or take a car to gather in all directions, forming an uninterrupted flow of people on the main road from Xiaoshutun to Wahou.

"Will there be a lamp market in our Nanda Bend in the future?" Xu Jun asked Wan Feng.

In the future, our South Big Bend will be more lively than Wahou. Wan Feng replied confidently.

The West Zhoutheshan area of South Big Bend can accommodate 50 or 60 factories, and the middle zone will form a leisure area dominated by catering and entertainment, and a factory will be calculated according to 1,200 people, and there will be tens of thousands of people here. This is not all, as long as half of the supporting factories for the Nanwan plant are stationed in the Jiangwei brigade, then the number of manufacturers will be hundreds, and more than ten square kilometers of land between the two teams of Xiaoshutun and Waqian will be covered by the factory, and the resident population here will be conservatively estimated to be 50,000 by then.

What is the reason why it should not be a light market on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month?

When the time comes, it will form a pattern of one south and one north after the depression, which is the grand scene of the fire tree and silver flowers.

And all of this was created by him, and when he thought of this, Wan Feng was also full of pride in his heart.

As soon as the team passed the depression, the team started from the agricultural machinery repair factory, and the depression was already a sea of lights.

And in front of the machine factory, all kinds of lanterns began to appear.

Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan stood at the gate of the machinery factory like two flowers, waving their arms at Wan Feng like flags.

"What are you two doing here standing?"

"Wait for you, where will we find you if we get to the light market!"

There is no need to ask if this idea was Zhang Xuan, Luan Feng's Ma Daha's head would not think about this aspect.

When he was in school, when he learned the poem "The Flower Market Lights Are Like Day", Wan Feng didn't feel anything, because he couldn't resonate without being there.

But at this time, when I entered the lamp market and was nostalgic for the lanterns, I realized the poet's mood when he wrote this poem.

The flower market is not only limited to lantern viewing and quizzing, but also the food street is also brightly lit tonight, and various food shops have prepared plenty of food and waiting for people to come.

Luan Feng held Wan Feng's hand tightly, Zhang Xuan held her hand again, and the three of them drilled around in the light market.

There is a square of several thousand square meters between the team headquarters and the big set, which is the center of the light market and extends northwest to the parking lot.

However, although there are also people on the parking lot, there are obviously not as many people as in this square.

The empty space of about two meters is full of lanterns of various styles, such as the phoenix bathing fire lantern, the flying dragon in the sky lantern, the monkey offering peach lantern, the tiger descending the mountain lantern, and so on.

"What kind of lamp is this?" Luan Feng asked, pointing to a big tree-like lamp.

"This is an old tree root lamp. ”

"What about this?" Luan Feng asked again about a lamp with a picture of a human cart.

"Stupid! Isn't this an old man's cart? It's also called making a fire across the mountain. Wan Feng Baoxiang replied solemnly.

Zhang Xuan burst out laughing, this scoundrel! Of course she knew what the old man's cart meant, and the hooligan sometimes liked the old man's cart.

Luan Feng also reacted: "Don't talk nonsense, say it well." ”

What do you mean by saying it well? Am I not a very serious explanation? You yourself want to be crooked about me!

Women are trouble, as if you don't like old men pushing carts.

Each lamp has a lantern riddle written on it, and whoever guesses it can go to the team headquarters to claim a souvenir.

A bookmark, a hanging money or a keyring or something, it's not worth a lot of money at all.

And only the first five guesses of each riddle will have a souvenir.

This is too stingy, a bookmark is only three or four cents, you prepare 10,000 yuan for only a few hundred yuan, can't you afford this money after the depression?

It took Luan Feng a lot of effort to guess a riddle, and Liang Wan, the old guy, actually told him that more than five people had already received the award for this riddle.

This can't be done! I have to give an explanation, otherwise that lantern Wan Feng will be ready to take it down and go home.

Liang Wan laughed angrily, so he had to give Luan Feng a small glass ball to hang on the keychain.

The light market not only has delicious food but also a variety of amusement programs, such as airsoft target shooting, ring rings, pinball and other games.

At this time, Luan Feng's mouth was so pouting that she didn't want to hang the oil bottle, even if she hung the urine bucket, there was no problem, especially if she didn't get anything by Zhang Xuan's trap on a rag doll, the consequences would be even more serious.

Five cents and ten circles, Luan Feng came directly for ten yuan, and he had the posture of not giving up if he didn't get anything.

Wan Feng was not interested in the ferrule, and turned his face to find that there was a game console stall over there, and there was a circle of children outside who were pointing and making noise.

Wan Feng immediately squeezed over.

"Go, kid playing. ”

The children in the back of the depression didn't know Wan Feng, and when they saw that it was this thing, they had to hide aside and dare not speak out.

Wan Feng sat down with a golden knife: "How much is an hour?"

In the 90s of the last century, this kind of TV game was all about making money by hours, black and white TV was two yuan an hour, and color TV was four yuan an hour.

"No matter the hour, talk about life! Three lives are dead. "I didn't expect the stall owner to give Wan Feng such a whole play.

Usually a game starts with only three lives.

Wan Feng paused for a moment, holding the grass, this thing actually used a video game as an arcade machine.

"How much are those three lives?"

"Three cents!"

A dime for a life is quite reasonable.

Wan Feng took out a dollar and threw it to the stall owner: "Let's get a dollar first, but if I want to play this dollar, I can probably hit it until midnight." ”

The stall owner looked contemptuous: "Bragging!"

"Then you're in for a treat. ”

Wan Feng picked up the handle and began to select the program.

This is an original Nintendo 64-in-1 cartridge, which is a game of little bees, iron plates, saroman snakes, and police catching thieves.

Wan Feng chose a game called Tank Battle and pressed the single-player mode.

Tank Battle is a classic top-down game developed by Namco in 1985, and no one was unknown to TV game console gamers in the 90s.

This video game machine stall only appeared last night, and as soon as the shop appeared, it attracted almost all the children from the age of seven or eight to the age of fifteen or sixteen, and brought the stall owner hundreds of yuan in income in one night and one day.

Because they can't play, they give it to the stall owner for less than three cents a minute, and some children spend several dollars and don't understand how to play.

"Can you hold on for a minute?" a child asked Wan Feng.

"A minute? Look at me and I'll show you a copy of it, so that this profiteer knows what a master looks like. ”

The stall owner didn't know Wan Feng, and pouted when he heard Wan Feng's words: "I won't charge you if you pass three levels." ”

Wan Feng hehe, you dare to argue with me in a broken tank battle, I can fight to the point where you doubt your life. Besides, if you don't collect money, it's only three cents, is the old man the master of the poor money?

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