"Yeah, Zhaodi, it’s such a pity you didn’t go today," Da Ya also said with regret.
Although now their family could at least have meat once a month, the girls still didn’t dare to eat much, only picking up two pieces to taste.
But it was different at Uncle’s house, where they could eat to their hearts’ content every time.
Zhaodi didn’t go this time because of a stomachache and felt it was truly a shame.
Not only Da Ya thought this way, but the other adults in the Jiang Family also felt that it was a pity for Zhaodi, such a child with no luck in good food.
Every time Eldest brought back some good stuff, she was either unwell or had no appetite, just unable to enjoy the blessings.
Zhaodi, hearing the compliments and longing for the Eldest’s house from the others, felt indignant: It’s just a meal, and it’s bought you all off; you really have no aspirations or insight.
While the children were hiding in the corner talking, over there Changtao had also fixed the antenna, and when he turned on the TV, he saw the shadows flickering on the screen.
The villagers had been eagerly anticipating the TV, and now that they saw figures appearing, they all shouted happily and excitedly, "It’s working, it’s working, we can see it now."
"Great, it’s watchable now."
"Auntie Guihua, hurry and adjust the channels, see if we can watch ’Tunnel Warfare’."
"What ’Tunnel Warfare’? We should watch the drama ’When the Eldest Sister Gets Married’."
Just as the TV was properly tuned, the villagers started arguing over what to watch.
"Alright, alright, stop quarreling. What I say we watch is what we’ll watch, and if you don’t want to watch, just go home," Zhang Guihua said with a tone of vexation, as people’s noise gave her a headache.
"Stop fighting, everyone stop fighting. Let’s all listen to Aunt Guihua," said the more perceptive villagers, quickly intervening.
The few who had started quarreling over what to watch also quietly backed down, no longer making noise; if they really annoyed Zhang Guihua and she kicked them out, it would be a big loss.
Zhang Guihua saw that everyone had quieted down and then proudly picked a channel that was showing opera; this time, the villagers didn’t make any requests and quietly watched TV inside the house.
An hour had just passed, and as the villagers were watching intently, Zhang Guihua stepped forward and turned off the TV.
"Hey, Aunt Guihua, why did you turn it off? We were at a critical point."
"Yeah, Aunt Guihua, let’s watch a little longer; it’s still early."
The villagers, engrossed in the show, reluctantly spoke up.
"We agreed before, we watch for one hour, and that means one hour. It’s not early anymore, time for everyone to go home and sleep," Zhang Guihua said with an air of righteousness.
Although the villagers were unwilling, they all recalled their previous agreement and dejectedly went back to their homes.
The next day, after the villagers finished their own chores, they all ran to the Jiang Family’s house again, waiting to watch TV.
"Aunt Guihua, when do we watch TV today?"
"Yeah, we haven’t finished listening to yesterday’s Beijing opera."
The villagers followed behind Zhang Guihua, each asking eagerly.
The TV they had just gotten yesterday was for them to enjoy freely for one day; how can it be free every day?
Using my own electricity, my own TV, for them to watch freely, am I a fool?
"What’s there to watch? You can’t watch such a big TV every day; it consumes too much electricity and costs money. We won’t watch it anymore today, not ever again," Zhang Guihua said with a stern face and unhappily.