Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

"Woof woof woof!"

Just as Chen Mo arrived at Zhao Degui's door, a large yellow dog darted out from beside a big tree near his door, pulling on its chain and barking frantically at him.

Chen Mo hurriedly moved away.

Zhao Degui rushed out of the hospital: "Tiger, don't shout."

"Chen Mo, you're here. Have you eaten?"

"have eaten!"

"Come inside!" Zhao Degui stopped the big yellow dog and gestured for Chen Mo to come inside.

Zhao Degui's house was similar to Chen Mo's, but once you entered, you could clearly feel the difference.

There were very few miscellaneous items, and the small courtyard was kept very clean.

Two bicycles were parked against the wall, next to which were several pots of oleander.

Next to the door, there were several stacks of honeycomb briquettes covered with plastic sheeting.

"Sit in the inner room!" Zhao Degui left the courtyard gate slightly ajar, hurried to the door, and lifted the cotton curtain.

A wave of heat hit me.

The stove was burning brightly, and a kettle sat on top, bubbling and steaming.

"Yu Mei, Chen Mo is here. Quickly pour some tea," Zhao Degui called out, leading Chen Mo to sit down at the table.

Chen Mo placed the cloth bag and stick on the table together: "Uncle Zhao, it's about the matter I mentioned last time. What did the leader say?"

"I mentioned this to my supervisor, but he didn't say anything."

"Let's give it a try today. If it works, I'll go and bring him over in a bit."

As they were talking, the middle-aged woman came out of the room, carrying two enamel teacups and a fruit plate: "Chen Mo is here. Here, have some candy."

The fruit platter contained a mixture of sugar and melon seeds.

"No need for that, Auntie." Chen Mo stood up and took the fruit plate.

"No trouble at all, what trouble would there be?"

The middle-aged woman replied, took out tea leaves from the cupboard, put them into teacups, poured in hot water, and placed them on the table.

"This thing can achieve half the effect you described, so the leaders will definitely have no problem with it," Zhao Degui said, pointing at the television.

This is a 14-inch BJ brand black and white television set, covered with a white openwork patterned cloth, and topped with a ram's horn antenna.

"Okay!" Chen Mo nodded, dumping all the parts onto the table. "Uncle Zhao, could you please close the courtyard gate?"

"You know I work for Beiyang Heavy Industry. If too many people see this, it won't look good!"

"Yu Mei, go close the door," Zhao Degui said, looking up.

The middle-aged woman understood Zhao Degui's meaning, and she left the room and did not come back in.

"You're right, the village doesn't have much of anything, except for a lot of people with speech impediments."

"Now that your aunt has gone out, Chen Mo, tell your uncle the truth, how confident are you?" Zhao Degui leaned forward and asked.

"Ninety percent!" Chen Mo said, his hands moving non-stop.

"That's so high, you've never tried that before, have you? It looks like you're making an antenna!"

"It's an antenna, an outdoor antenna." The aluminum tube in Chen Mo's hand had already taken shape. "Could you please find me a long bamboo pole, at least three meters long, Uncle Zhao?"

"No problem!" Zhao Degui replied.

After about half an hour, Chen Mo finished assembling the aluminum tube and fixed it to the wooden stick.

Zhao Degui's eyes lit up. Although he hadn't seen the effect yet, this thing looked pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it.

Some people had previously suggested making an outdoor antenna, and one suggested making the antenna in the shape of the Chinese character for "worker" because everyone is a working class.

Then he said he wanted to be a prince, but neither of those sounds very plausible.

Chen Mo glanced at it a few times. He had seen this kind of antenna at roadside stalls in his previous life, but this was the first time he had ever created such a thing in his own hands.

The product itself was very simple, and some people made it privately during that era, but it wasn't until the late 1980s that it truly became a product and reached every household.

He wasn't talking nonsense just now.

If you succeed, you're 90% sure it will be effective.

But this was his first time doing it, and Chen Mo was a little unsure whether it would work.

He wiped the sweat from his palms.

Calming himself down, Chen Mo looked up and said, "Uncle Zhao, lift the curtain a little."

Zhao Degui jogged to the door, lifted the curtain, and Chen Mo walked out of the room carrying the antenna.

Zhao Degui had already prepared the bamboo pole. Chen Mo took out a piece of wire, quickly tied the wooden stick and bamboo pole together, and then slowly stood it up.

Using the clothesline in the yard, temporarily fix it in the center of the yard.

"Uncle Zhao, come on, let's turn on the TV and try it out!" Chen Mo said with a big smile, holding the feeder cable.

"That's it?" Zhao Degui asked incredulously.

"Of course not, it has to be connected!" Chen Mo waved the wire in his hand.

Black and white televisions of that era typically had a 300-ohm connector, and the power cord Chen Mo requested was also of that specification.

Upon entering the room, Chen Mo deftly peeled off the insulation and wrapped the two wires around the connector.

Then, I turned on the television.

Zhao Degui looked nervous.

Chen Mo was the same, but he remained calm on the surface.

"Clap clap clap!"

I switched channels several times and finally found one that had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, but I couldn't see or hear it clearly.

"Uncle Zhao, I'm going out to check the antenna later. You stay here and keep an eye on it!"

"If the image is clear and the sound is stable, shout for me!"

"Okay." Zhao Degui nodded vigorously.

Chen Mo walked out of the room and casually draped the curtain aside.

Touching the long bamboo pole in the yard, Chen Mo felt a strange mix of emotions, like worry or exhaustion that made him not want to move.

Forcing himself to stay alert, Chen Mo turned the bamboo pole.

No response!

I turned around again, but there was still no response from inside the house.

After circling around for a while, Chen Mo couldn't help but call out into the house, "Uncle Zhao, what's going on? Tell me!"

"Oh, I don't know!"

"So what's it like now?"

"Sometimes there's a shadow, sometimes there isn't."

Chen Mo turned his head and continued spinning it: "And now?"

"There's a shadow, but no sound!"

"What about this?"

"There's no shadow left, just snowflakes."

Chen Mo released the bamboo pole, which had already spun at least one and a half times.

No!

The effect was not obvious.

Chen Moxin's heart sank, and he looked up at the antenna.

Every step of making the antenna flashed through my mind.

No problem!

The size and details are absolutely perfect.

What else could it be?

Upon noticing Chen Mo stop, Zhao Degui jogged over:

"What's wrong, Chen Mo? Did you do something wrong?"

"How about we take it down and modify it? It's starting to look similar, and it doesn't seem that different."

Chen Mo didn't reply. He kept his mouth tightly shut and carefully looked around.

What happened?

That shouldn't be happening!

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the tree beside the house.

These are poplar trees. They grow very fast as long as there is water, and they can grow to seven or eight meters tall in three to five years.

They firmly protected the house in the middle.

Compared to these antennas, which are over three meters tall, they are incredibly short!

Could it be the effect of this thing?

Chen Mo frowned and looked up at the roof: "Uncle Zhao, do you have a ladder? The higher it is, the better the signal. I want to try it on the roof."

"I need to borrow a ladder from my neighbor!" Zhao Degui said.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"We need to find someone to relay the message. I'm going to be rotating the antenna on the ladder later, so someone needs to help us pass the message over, otherwise we won't be able to hear it."

"How about having Yumei relay the message?"

"Auntie will definitely be fine!"

"Okay, go inside and wait." After saying that, Zhao Degui walked towards the door.

Chen Mo walked into the room, picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and suppressed his chaotic thoughts.

Tea was not a rare commodity in those days, but Zhao Degui's tea was clearly of good quality, with a unique aroma.

Chen Mo had no interest in drinking tea; if the antenna were to be successfully completed, Zhao Degui would definitely keep it a secret.

But if it doesn't work out, it's hard to say, and the gossipy women in the village will inevitably find out.

By then, the whole village will be gossiping, and who knows what kind of rumors will spread about it.

Chen Mo took a few more sips of tea.

A commotion soon broke out in the courtyard.

Chen Mo stood up, and Zhao Degui and Yu Mei carried a wooden ladder into the yard.

"Chen Mo, how's this ladder?"