There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

In the soft sleeping box, Zhang Guoqing began to teach and teach his sons along the way, vowing to train them to become all-powerful sons.

Fortunately, there is enough time to drive to the northeast. Anyway, let him pour a little ink in his stomach to the three Ping An brothers drop by drop.

Of course, he is not without gain. The questions raised by the three Ping An brothers will also make Zhang Guoqing suddenly clear.

In recent years, as Zhang Guoqing's position has been promoted, his personal time has become less and less, and his free time is still on his wife.

In addition, after the three children grew up, they were busy with their studies as soon as they were admitted to the university. The family of five did not get together for such a long time.

The family talked and laughed, staying in a narrow space, it would not feel difficult for the time, when the terminal station was reached, everyone was still interested.

This is a temporary decision to visit relatives.

Zhou Jiao only notified her god-daddy Zhao Chuanguang, and also sent a telegram to Zhang's father and Zhang's mother, and even the guards followed by Xiao Zhu and Xiao Liu.

Originally, Zhou Jiao's plan was for the family to come quietly, spend the New Year with her parents-in-law and her mother-in-law, and then leave quietly after meeting the elders of her old friend before leaving.

She wants to travel low-key.

But she forgot that Zhang Guoqing, who is the Minister of General Logistics, and her, the director of the State Planning Commission, were destined to be unable to do so.

Before they left the station, the important political officials who had already heard the news rushed to greet them, and several soldiers from Zhao Chuanguang had been waiting at the station for a long time.

When Zhou Jiao got out of the car, she was a little surprised to see those people. However, after being in officialdom for many years, she quickly recovered her expression and stepped forward to greet the officials concerned.

This time, the family was going back to their hometown to visit relatives. It was a personal matter in nature. Zhou Jiao didn't plan to accept their banquet on the basis of public help.

Regardless of how many years have passed, she still remembers the first time she went to the sea market, Mrs. Cheng's every move in the Peace Hotel, and the lessons she taught herself.

Of course, she knew better what it meant to be greeted by senior officials personally today. It seems that the power of the State Planning Commission is greater than she thought.

However, there is one thing she knows, no matter which faction these people in front of them are now, what is emphasized in this kind of scene is harmony.

In the duny world, Zhou Jiao can only learn to be smooth. This is also one of the reasons why she is bothered to socialize with outsiders, and it is also the reason why she is considering whether to transfer to the dark place.

After a round of greetings, like Zhang Guoqing, Zhou Jiao also declined the other party's invitation with a smile and agreed to meet at another time.

When she waited out of the station, Zhou Jiao smiled apologetically at her godfather, and then Zhang Guoqing and Zhang Guoqing were finally able to take their three sons into the car that drove directly to their hometown.

Having such a play today has disrupted her plan. Originally, the family of five had a plan to stay in the provincial capital for one night.

For example, meet Zhang Guofu, for example, meet Zhang Lao Er who has just been transferred to the provincial capital, or have a good chat with Zhao Chuanguang and his wife.

There are also a few other uncles who are still in the military area, who stopped by to visit Zhao Dashan and his wife, as well as those old friends and elders.

But now?

Looking at this posture, even the county seat, they have to avoid first.

Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao, who were sitting in the car, looked at each other and shook their heads with a wry smile—it is impossible to spend the New Year quietly in their hometown.

Zhangjia Village at the foot of Daqing Mountain in the cold winter when the mountains are covered by heavy snow.

In the evening, large swaths of snow fell from the dim sky, and the whole village was shrouded in whiteness.

Although the weather was very cold, the north wind was whistling, and the cold wind was biting, but still could not stop the happy mood of the children running around in the village.

Looking forward to the New Year and the New Year.

The children can finally wear new clothes, set off firecrackers, take the new year's money, eat a lot of delicious food, and have fun.

A string of firecrackers, one by one, are removed and put slowly. A string of firecrackers can be used for one day. Their world is always simple but very satisfying.

The three or five children at the entrance of the village heard the sound of the car driving sharply. After stopping, they padd their feet and stretched their necks, and their eyes widened for a moment.

"Hurry up and call your lord, a four-wheeled car is coming to our village."

"That's a car!" A stubborn kid turned around and ran away, "I'll call my grandpa, there are so many cars..."

"Big brother, I'll call our grandpa."

A seven or eight-year-old boy waved his small hand, "Why are you going? Stay here!"

"Brother, will it be our second grandfather?"

At the entrance of the village, Zhang Guoqing asked Xiao Zhu who was driving to slow down slowly.

The three cars drove slowly towards the foot of the North Mountain and stopped in front of the last yard.

Zhang's father and mother are already standing at the gate, and villagers who have rushed to hear the news.

Zhang Guoqing got out of the car, saw the parents standing in front, grinned, and hurried forward, "Daddy, your old son is home."

Mother Zhang took the lead and grabbed him with both hands, "Okay, okay, I received the telegram two days ago, I will wait with your father every day, I guess you should be there today." She said, she looked towards him with a smile. Zhou Jiao, who was a step slower, said, "Is it freezing bad? Is it colder than Beijing?"

Zhou Jiao shook her head quickly, "No. Mother, you and father came back so early? I still want to wait a moment to clean up and pick you up with my father."

Aunt Zhang smiled and said: "Your mother ran back a few days ago, saying that she is going to celebrate the New Year at her hometown this year. I said why she is going to clean up your yard."

Zhou Jiao stopped and greeted Aunt Zhang and Aunt Zhang with a smile.

The father Zhang on the side had already left his son's side and looked at the three grandsons who got off the car behind, laughing with joy, and immediately beckoned to the three Ping An brothers.

"Grandpa, grandma, we will come back to accompany you to celebrate the new year."

Father Zhang nodded excitedly, "Okay, it's frozen out, right? Come into the house with your master to get warm. The kang at home has been burning hot since yesterday."

"Grandpa~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's cold outside, you are coming into the house soon." May 1 pushed two brothers, "You accompany grandpa first, and leave it to me outside."

Daddy Zhang found out that six comrades in the army had gotten in and out of the car. Two of them were familiar with each other... By the way, it was not Xiao Zhu and Xiao Liu who were next to his old son.

He immediately moved a step, tugged and pulled the old son's wife who was chattering, and whispered: "Go in and get more food."

Mother Zhang followed his gaze and glanced at—Oh, many people, she really didn't prepare so many meals, immediately put down her old son and turned and walked inside.

Zhang Guoqing yelled amusedly, "Mother, slow down, don't worry."

Over there, Zhou Jiao was surrounded by several aunts and wives, and greeted the big guys one by one. Seeing Zhang's mother walking inside, she quickly chatted a few words and then entered.

I haven't come back for many years, the yard is still the same, and there is basically no change in it. She ignored the main room and went to the kitchen first. There is room for rebirth in the fifties