There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

In the golden autumn of October, Zhou Jiao didn't know how the foreign financial market was changing. He only knew that every international letter came to be a good news.

At the same time, the vegetable greenhouse planting technology in the old house is also more mature, and it has been invested by the Department of Agriculture on an experimental field in the suburbs.

As she had imagined, Shuzhen Yuan was transferred to work as a technician. Although it is still a temporary worker, it is impossible to escape a chance to become a regular worker when the year-end harvest is completed.

I thought that when Uncle Yuan left, Aunt Yuan would also leave, but in the end she stayed. So this year, two veterans were added to the old house.

The day slowly passed, and the shadow of the old lady and the old couple seemed to dissipate over time, but everyone knew that everyone was just closing the sadness deep in their hearts.

Especially the children of dear ones.

Miao Lishan put down the phone and looked at Zhou Jiao and sighed, "Your little uncle has decided to take time off to accompany your little aunt for a walk. You can't let her stay here and think about it."

Zhou Jiao rubbed her face with her hands, "Have he thought of where to go?"

She agrees that Cheng Ruzhu and his wife go out to relax. The old lady and the couple left Cheng Ruzhu much depressed.

"Said to go to your big cousin first. They hurried back after the funeral last time, and now let them have a good chat."

Sichuan Province is a good place, with suitable climate, beautiful mountains and clear waters, not inferior to Xiajiangnan. Cheng Sijin, who has her eldest brother as a father, can always be relieved.

No longer, wait for the end of the year, let Cheng Ruzhu go to Chengshi Cheng's second son, Cheng Siyu, to stay for a few days.

"When they leave, I will send them off."

"No, your little uncle meant to inform us that we should leave in two days. You can come back from get off work tomorrow and pass by his house."

Zhou Jiao had no objection to her mother's suggestion, and nodded when she heard it.

It was a rare weekend when the sun was about to set. Not to mention her Lao Tzu who left early in the morning, even Zhang Guoqing couldn't make it home for dinner at noon.

They are busy again.

Zhou Jiao glanced at the clock in the living room. It was already past four in the afternoon. After chatting with her mother, she left for the kitchen alone.

When he returned on May 1st, the smell of the dishes was already in the air. He touched his stomach, secretly rejoicing that he had escaped home from school activities.

"Little treasure, come here soon, grandma."

Wu Yi smiled when he heard the words and ran towards Miao Lishan at the door of the living room, with a complaining tone, "Grandma, fortunately I came back alone, and I will call my nickname later."

Miao Lishan looked at him amusedly, turned around and walked in, "No discussion! Isn't Xiao Bao a nickname? Your mother is so old, and your grandpa often calls her to be obedient."

Wu Yi put her hand on her shoulder and rolled her eyes silently, "Okay, okay, what do you always say. When my brother is born, what else can you call?"

Miao Lishan suddenly chuckled.

"Grandma, my mother is in the kitchen?"

"No, she said to cook two more dishes to relieve your greed. Why are you back so late today?"

"Something is going on at school." Wu Yi pressed his grandmother into the sofa, and pointed to the outside, "I'm going to beat my mother, you're always waiting."

When Zhou Xiaozheng and Zhang Guoqing came back, the table in the dining room was ready for meals, and they hurriedly washed their hands to eat.

Although Zhou's family does not have the rules of not eating and sleeping, if it is all right, the family is still used to waiting for something to go back to the living room to chat after dinner.

What are you talking about?

A TV set in the living room has arrived again, and is broadcasting news.

As for the topic of the family, not only are these current affairs and politics and people’s livelihood issues chattering about, but also mixed with their own work and study problems.

Anyway, it's the story of the whole world.

Same as usual.

As soon as the news is over, I will continue to enjoy Miao Lishan in other programs, and Zhou Jiao and his daughter have already started to play Othello.

On May 1st, he was tired of being beside his old son Zhang Guoqing. The father and son huddled together, muttering softly, and laughing cheerfully from time to time.

Of course, Zhou Xiaozheng did not delay either, holding the white chess piece in one hand, and sipping a sip of top-grade Longjing tea with a small teacup in the other. By the way, he chatted with his baby girl a few extravagances.

The atmosphere in the living room is warm and peaceful.

Before long, a harsh phone call rang.

"I'll pick it up, grandpa, you rest." Wu Yi immediately stood up, glanced at the wall clock time by the way, and entered his grandpa's large study.

The two telephones in the upper left corner of the desk are one red and one black. The red is Zhou Xiaozheng's special plane, and the one that rings at this time is black. This is Zhou's external call.

On May 1st, he grabbed the phone and said, "Hello? Who?"

"Is it safe or June 15? I'm your master, let your mother come over and answer the phone."

In the telephone barrel, Zhu Ling became calm and calm, her voice became panicked and nervous, and her smile suddenly stopped on May 1st, "I am May 1st, Master, please stay calm, what happened?"

"I can't calm down, your master passed out and is now in the hospital."

Wu Yi's heart chuckles, and quickly returns to him, "We will be there in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Yi quickly walked back to the living room, "Dad and Mom, walk with me." He shook his head at his grandfather Zhou Xiaozheng.

It's not that he doesn't want his grandfather to go there. It's a bit of a bad identity to be too expensive. When he goes out, he is surrounded by guards, let alone traveling at night.

Miao Lishan turned off the TV and quickly asked, "Whose phone number?"

"My master and uncle called, grandma, wait until I come back in detail."

Zhou Xiaozheng glanced worryingly at his daughter who had bounced up, and said to Zhang Guoqing: "I'm optimistic about Jiaojiao, call home if I have something to do."

"it is good."

While talking, Zhou Jiao stood up and walked out, "Mom and dad, rest early."

Zhang Guoqing nodded to the old husband, followed her and went out.

On the back seat of the car, Zhou Jiao clutched Zhang Guoqing's hand silently~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After the old lady and old couple left, she was worried that her master's deadline would be approaching.

But she didn't expect it to be so fast. Some time ago, she discussed with the seniors and waited two years for his old man to reach his 100th birthday and wished him a good birthday.

On May 1st, he drove the car, glanced at the inner mirror of the car from time to time, observing Zhou Jiao, "Mom, my master is fine, but he fainted. I guess he should have gone to play again and forgot to eat."

"Before he said that when my three brothers were to marry a wife and have children, he had to pick an inheritance mantle. Last week, I went with my brother and them, and he said that no matter what the family planning is, we have to keep one for him."

Zhou Jiao twitched at the corner of her mouth, "His old man will be fine, you drive carefully."

"Okay. Mom, don't be nervous, I see my master is a living god, he will be fine for another twenty years. In the summer, he would go to the village to steal melons with us."

In order to comfort his mother, May Day did not hesitate to confuse himself, "My master still went down the river with our three brothers to touch the shrimps, he was filled with bamboo baskets by himself, and our three were only half of them..." There was room for rebirth in the 1950s.