I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 58 This radio really doesn’t use electricity?
What was supposed to be a serious and intense search for enemy agents turned into an ore radio product introduction meeting.

"Is it true that you can listen to radio programs without using electricity?" A police officer still doesn't believe that such a good thing exists.

Song Wu said: "This is not a rare thing. Our country has had it a few years ago, and now many middle school students are assembling it themselves to play with."

Although Song Wu said this, in the eyes of the two policemen, it was still a great thing to be able to assemble a radio that could be listened to without electricity.

"Is this thing durable? It won't be scrapped after a while, right?"

"You are really wrong. This kind of ore machine is really easy to use. As long as the contact points are adjusted, it will basically be no problem for several years." Song Wu also heard what the salesperson and others said. , he himself was completely hearsay.

"Well, but it's too inconvenient for the things you made to be exposed outside." A police officer asked, looking at the messy things on the table.

Song Wu said: "I haven't had time yet. I'm going to make another wooden box and package the machine in it. It will be nice and convenient when the time comes."

When the police left, Song Wu asked them: "Can you tell me who reported me? I really have nothing to do."

The two police officers smiled and shook their heads, and one of them said: "That won't work. We are disciplined. Goodbye. When we get back, I might ask you to help me assemble a mineral radio like this."

"It's easy to assemble a radio. If you need it, please tell me in advance and I'll get a good quality one for you."

Song Wu sent the two police officers away, and when he returned to the courtyard, his face had turned livid.

He had been busy for the past two days and had been forgetting to eat and sleep, although he also felt that someone had come to the window in front of the door and looked into the house.But he didn't pay much attention at the time, and he didn't expect that someone would report him with ulterior motives.

Does he mean that these people are ignorant, or does he mean that they have bad intentions?
The first person in the courtyard to come to inquire about the ore machine was Yan Jiecheng from across the street.

When he came back from school, he saw an antenna set up on Song Wu's roof, and he might have heard other rumors.The combination of the two factors, plus the fact that he was a middle school student after all, had heard some rumors about the ore machine, so he found Song Wu's house and came over to see what was rare.

Song Wu was piecing together several old wooden boards in the house, trying to assemble a sealed box.Although he is not very proficient in carpentry, it is not a big problem to simply make a small wooden box.

As soon as Yan Jiecheng entered the room, he saw a bunch of electronic accessories on the table.He asked tentatively: "Brother Song Wu, what are you busy with?"

Song Wu kept working and replied casually: "Have you heard of the ore machine? Didn't I just assemble one? I just adjusted it."

Hearing that Song was really assembling the ore machine, Yan Jiecheng walked to the table with great interest: "Can I put it on and listen to it?"

"Listen."

Yan Jiecheng put the headphones on his ears and never took them off for a long time.

It wasn't until outside the house that the third aunt called him to go home for dinner that he reluctantly took off his headphones.

Three grandfather's house.

The third aunt brought the food to the table and glanced at Yan Jiecheng, who was a little distracted: "Why do you feel like you have lost your soul after going to the other side?"

Yan Bugui glared at Yan Jiecheng: "Didn't I tell you? Don't go to the cripple when you have nothing to do. Why did you go to him again?"

Yan Jiecheng didn't seem to notice Yan Bugui's unhappy tone at all. He said excitedly: "Dad, what do you think I was doing at the door just now?"

Before Yan Bugui could answer, he quickly continued: "I was listening to the radio over there, BJ Radio Station, they were talking about cross talk just now."

"Cripple started listening to the radio again. I haven't seen any movement from it for a long time." Yan Bugui said nonchalantly.

"No dad, it wasn't the radio he originally bought, but an ore machine."

"What ore machine?" Yan Bugui thought it was a mining machine.

For the first time, Yan Jiecheng found a sense of superiority in front of his father, a teacher.

"It's the ore radio that Brother Song Wu from the opposite side assembled himself."

Yan Bugui became more and more confused as he listened. Why was the ore machine related to the radio again?

He asked: "Please tell me carefully, what did the lame man do again? Stop beating around the bush."

Yan Jiecheng's eyes lit up and he said: "Dad, do you know the mineral radio? A radio that you can listen to without electricity. Brother Song Wu assembled one himself, and I was listening to it in his room just now."

Yan Bugui thought his ears heard it wrong. "You're not talking nonsense, are you? The radio doesn't use electricity, so how can it ring?"

"Oh, why am I talking nonsense? I have heard of the ore machine a long time ago, and today is the first time I have seen a real thing. I can really hear what I heard just now, it is quite clear, and it really does not require electricity." Yan Jiecheng became a little anxious when he saw that Yan Bugui didn't believe it.

"Dad, if you don't believe it, you can go and listen to it over there. You really don't need to use the phone. It's Hou Baolin's cross talk on BJ Radio. It's really good." As he said that, Yan Jiecheng lowered his head and started to pick up the rice quickly.

"Oh, you kid, why are you eating so fast?" the third aunt complained.Yan Jiecheng's mouth was full, and he hesitated and said: "I, I ate quickly, and I went to listen to the radio across the way." After that, he started to pick up the rice vigorously.

Yan Bugui didn't care about what Yan Jiecheng was doing at this moment. He kept thinking about what Yan Jiecheng said just now.

When Yan Jie finished the meal in two or three mouths, he put down his chopsticks and bowls. As soon as he stood up and wanted to run out of the house, he was stopped by Yan Bugui.

"Wait, let's go together, and I'll go take a look too." Yan Bugui didn't care about eating anymore.

In the east wing room, Song Wu hadn't bothered to eat yet.

He had just completed the wooden box, installed the first assembled ore machine on a wooden board, connected various wires and wire posts, and was sealing the wooden board into the wooden box.

Then there was a knock on the door.

He sensed that it was the Yan family and his son opposite, and he probably guessed that they were coming for the ore machine.

Sure enough, after he opened the door and just nodded to say hello, Yan Bugui's eyes were fixed on the wooden box in Song Wu's hand.

"Yeah, it was assembled so quickly." Yan Jiecheng said with some surprise as he looked at the ore machine that was scattered on the table just now and was now neatly packaged in a wooden box.

Song Wu raised his head and smiled and said to him: "Pretend now, just in time, can you hear the difference from just now? Third uncle, you also sit down, do you have anything to do with me?"

Yan Bugui smiled coquettishly, found a chair and sat down, watching Song Wu busy with his work.

Song Wu installed everything, connected the headphones, and handed them to Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng eagerly put on his headphones and listened with excitement.

Yan Bugui on the side was anxious. He also wanted to listen to it, but as soon as Yan Jiecheng put the earphones on his head, he only focused on listening to himself. It seemed that he had no intention of taking them off.

So, he simply stretched out his hand, took off the earphones from Yan Jiecheng's head, and brought them to his own head.

"Oh, dad, why are you like this? I haven't listened well yet." Yan Jiecheng couldn't help but complain, but he didn't dare to reach out and take the headphones back from his dad's head.

Yan Bugui, who put on the headphones, could not care about his son at all. He allowed Yan Jiecheng to scratch his head and scratch his head anxiously and ignored him at all.

Song Wu made himself a cup of tea, drinking it while looking at the father and son with a smile.

After a while, Yan Bugui took off the headphones, and Yan Jiecheng quickly took them and put them on his head.

Yan Bugui forced a smile on his face and said to Song Wu, "How many channels can this radio receive?"

Song Wu said: "This station can only accommodate two stations, a BJ station and a central station."

Yan Bugui nodded and asked, "You really don't need a power supply?"

"No need. Everything is here. Look, there are no batteries installed at all." Song Wu opened the wooden box and let Yan Bugui take a look.

This time Yan Bugui showed a very interested look on his face, and he asked again: "Can I only listen with headphones?"

"Yes, there is no wave modulation and the impedance is not enough, so I can only use headphones. The sound is not too loud. Besides, don't you think about using speakers without consuming more electricity?" In fact, Song Wu hasn't completely figured it out yet. I understand, it's a bit nonsense.

Yan Bugui kept nodding his head and said: "It's better to use headphones, it's better to use headphones, it's better than speakers."

He really believed that the only way to listen to the radio was through earphones, which were certainly better than speakers.

He even thought that if he had a radio, he would have to turn the sound to the minimum. Otherwise, if the sound was too loud, the loudspeaker would be so loud that it would waste batteries. It was heartbreaking to think about it.

Yan Bugui had wanted to buy a radio for a long time, but he felt it was painful to spend so much money.Song Wu bought one a while ago, and he was extremely jealous.

Later, when he saw that Song Wu gradually stopped listening, he was still very happy. More than once, he said to the third aunt in private: "That boy Song Wu is just a prodigal. He spent so much money to buy a radio and put it there." Eating ashes. I think he has money but doesn't spend it, and I feel very nervous. If Lao Song was still here, I might not know what to say about him."

In fact, what he really thought in his heart was, if you don't want to listen to a radio, why don't you just lend it to me? How great would it be?

I came over today to see this so-called mineral radio, which suddenly opened up his knowledge.

There is even a radio that does not consume electricity and can only be listened to with headphones. This is simply tailor-made for him.

As for the fact that this radio can only receive two stations, he already thinks it's very good. After all, there is a central station and a BJ station, so what else can he be dissatisfied with?
It happens that one listens to various central news and learns spiritual instructions in time, and the other likes to play Peking opera, cross talk and storytelling, which are the most interesting to listen to.

(End of this chapter)