"Eh, Tiantian's mom, where's your Tiantian?"
The courtyard of He Family Village was usually where villagers threshed and sunned wheat stalks, but now it was filled with people.
And at the very front of the courtyard, there stood a square television set.
The principal of the village primary school had helped, following the instructions to assemble and set up the antenna. Finally, he got the TV to display human figures.
Over a hundred people stared at that small window, utterly astonished.
After the novelty wore off, they finally remembered the main event—watching the Asian Games.
In the crowd, the women who were on good terms with Liu Xiuzhi started shouting.
"Don't worry, don't worry, Tiantian's competition isn't until this afternoon!"
Liu Xiuzhi, the real mother herself, was even more eager than the villagers to see her own daughter on TV.
She was sitting right in the middle of the front row, staring intently at the brand new color television.
