Chapter 37 satellite guy

A friend from back then, surnamed Liu, who is now working in a TV station, came to my house once to play and insisted on helping me install a TV satellite dish, never letting me become an outcast of civilization. An engineering vehicle drove in such a disgraceful manner.Two technicians jumped out of the car, operating the walkie-talkie, and ordered their subordinates to move out monitors, drilling machines, orientation instruments, decoders, laptops, etc., and were busy checking the foundation works, that is, a 1.5-meter Cement seat - my family has already built it in advance according to the instructions.

They set up aluminum pans, determined their position with the orientation finder, checked the signal with the monitor, and searched for parameter data online with the computer.A group of people operated the antenna in the field, and another group of people adjusted the TV indoors.When encountering any difficulties, they also call the mobile phone to consult more senior experts, and even directly call the manufacturer of the equipment.In this dizzyingly high-tech process, I can only serve tea and water, and I can't help at all. This pot sent by a friend is worth two thousand in itself.This generous gift really makes me feel sorry.Buying a carload of watermelons and sending them to the TV station as a gift is nothing to say later.

A few months later, a lightning strike damaged the antenna.I was embarrassed to ask the construction vehicle to make another trip. When I was in a dilemma, a neighbor said to me: "Why don't you call Mao Yazi?" Who is Mao Yazi? Mao Yazi is the pig butcher by the roadside in Qiaotou Village.Neighbors said that he has recently also installed satellite dishes concurrently, and others also call him "satellite guy".I don't quite believe that a butcher can play satellites well, so I didn't accept the neighbor's suggestion, so I was vague.Unexpectedly, the neighbor was very enthusiastic, so he asked a bamboo driver to send a message down the mountain on his own initiative.Just like that, the satellite man entered the mountain, standing outside the courtyard gate and shouting loudly.

I didn't know him, but when I saw the trouser legs of the two men were covered with mud spots, I thought it was fishers who came to sell fish, and they repeatedly said that we don't want fish. "Didn't you ask me to come?" Master Mao was very puzzled, and showed me an aluminum pan tied with a straw rope, and let me understand their origin and purpose. Of course they didn't have a car, they just rode an old motorcycle that was rattling all over.One person was sitting on the back of the car with a big pot on his back, and the other was driving forward with two tool bags hanging on his back. The front and back were perfectly matched, like a big mushroom with its head tilted on the road, and it was more like a big mushroom holding a pot. The early-warning aircraft with the shaped antenna buzzed into the mountain, even on the field trails, they could twist and turn and move forward without hesitation.After entering the gate, there were mud marks all over the ground with their big feet. They didn't look carefully, let alone said much. pig.They couldn't help but carry the fat TV outside, throw it on the grass and let it hum, connect the wires, and use it as a monitor.They don't need a direction finder or a protractor, they just look up, look at the position of the sun, or even the possible position of the sun in the clouds, move an aluminum pan to the left, turn it to the right twice, and then kick it With three or two kicks, I almost kicked out the scream I imagined, and quickly calibrated the direction of the satellite.They are more non-dogmatic about the installation of the pot seat. If you agree, they are more willing to save the steel frame, find some broken bricks and waste rocks, and build three brick piers in a short time, so that the pot seat turns from a steel leg to a The three brick legs are not like building an antenna, but rather like building a pigsty.

The satellite pot has become a hogwash pot.It's not pretty, and while it doesn't meet technical specifications, it's actually stronger and more stable, with the benefits of wind and rust resistance.On the high-frequency head in the center of the pot, they put an upside-down half of a Coca-Cola bottle casually, which is a countryman's improvisation, a trick to prevent the rain. After the pig was slaughtered, the obese TV set was also taken back indoors to repeat the massacre.The pig butcher grabbed a handful of snot and wiped it on his pants. He was familiar with various decoding parameters and blurted out the names of satellites such as "Asia-Pacific One", "Pan-Am II", and "Yamal". , adjust and debug all kinds of audio and video from China, Hong Kong and Taiwan, South Asia, the Middle East, Europe and the United States on the screen, just like pulling out pigs from a bamboo cage, see which one you want, and see if you want to chop He can skillfully chop any piece, and it's a heck of a piece, no matter the age or age.The price is also cheap: to install a pot, including labor and wire materials, the total cost is about 300 yuan, which is less than the money of a pig.

That's when I learned that the price of satellite dishes has been greatly reduced. I asked them to eat before leaving. They shook their heads repeatedly, saying that it was getting late, and they had to stop by Chapanyan to collect pigs and prepare to sell meat tomorrow, and they rode their motorcycles away in a hurry. I watched them go away, suspecting that their little motorcycles were omnipotent. Not only could they bring all the fat and thin satellite programs up the mountain, but they could also transport the electronically digitized big fat pigs down the mountain.