There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Lin Lishan looked at him disappointedly and said, "I thought I finally found Jiaojiao's preferences. This child has no special preferences except for books. She saves everything for her, so don't waste it."

Zhao Yuanyuan yelled anxiously when she heard, "Auntie, I know. I know what Jiaojiao likes. You buy beautiful ones, and she likes them. I'll tell you, I pay attention to her. Just talk about clothes. She I really hate big flower cloth jackets. If you give her the big red and green ones, she will be angry. White, black, and small flowers without big red and green are acceptable to her. If you want her to wear red clothes, you have to be whole. They are all red, don't bring the colorful ones.

By the way, she said to be more elegant. Even if she freezes to death in the winter, don't wear my flowered cotton jacket. Every time she sees a classmate showing off in a big red flower dress, she will sneak away. "

Lin Lishan laughed, "Yes, I knew about her a long time ago. To buy a coat requires me to be black and brown. It is said that I have a bright red and tender yellow sweater in it, which looks stable. My eyes can be critical. Yuanyuan Jiaojiao said that you should make checkered shirts or men's shirts. Would you like to wear them? You must look good on them."

"I want it, I want it, where can I buy the cloth? Oh, I have to go to Jiaojiao earlier. The floral skirt she asked me to make last year is beautiful, and several students can use it to make a look."

Lin Lishan asked curiously: "Isn't she not fond of floral cloth? Will you wear it?"

Zhao Yuanyuan looked at her mother anxiously, "Mom, tell your aunt, it's not a floral cloth, no, it's a floral cloth. Oh, I won't explain it."

Cheng Hongli patted her, and smiled and said to Lin Lishan: "That's really a big red flower cloth. Jiaojiao cut the big red flower on the head of the cloth into corresponding big red flowers at the front and back, and both sides of the waist are cut into big red. There is no pattern. The two front and back pieces are big red flowers when worn on the body, and the others are red, which is pretty and not tacky at all. It feels like a big red dress with big red flowers for decoration."

Lin Lishan nodded after watching her gestures, knowing her mind, "Don't say it's really pretty. She learned a lot of unique skills from her grandma."

The old lady Zhou was happy to hear, and finally she nodded, "Well, she can't do it except medical skills. Embroidery is very good, and the best embroidered bamboo can be sold. Cut clothes to make clothes. Simple, she did it very quickly, that is, she usually didn't have a chance to get started, otherwise the master in the city would not be able to match it.

She likes to make cheongsam most, saying that it is making clothes. However, I haven't had any good materials and I didn't bother to do it. It's not convenient to waste energy. Usually they accompany me in my room with small rusty pieces. The five-year-old girl would sit there with me and embroider quietly all afternoon. When she grows up, she doesn't do it anymore, for fear that the family will let her do clothes and rust work. Her temperament doesn't like rough, and she likes to strive for exquisiteness in doing things, depending on her mood. I also like to learn something secretly, so I don’t want people to know it. When she embroiders the orchid, no one knows about it. I know embroidery and a little bit of family medicine. She finished it before she was 8 years old. "

"Wow, I didn't know that she was so good and could still embroider. I didn't tell me, it was not interesting. Then, Grandma Zhou, where did she rust things before? Are they still?"

Zhao Yuanyuan poked with green light in her eyes and wanted to go to Zhou Jiao earlier, why she wanted a few small pieces. She had been envious of Zhou Jiao's pencil case for a long time. At that time, she thought it was bought, and she was embarrassed to speak.

The old lady Zhou fell into the memory and didn't hear it. She then murmured, "My family is Jiaojiao, it looks like it, I do everything. I have a fever when I was three years old, and I can still carry a book while lying on the kang. Those big eyes are shining, I just stare at you, drink bitter herbs and don’t act coquettishly, just take a bitter medicine and say a thousand words, and triumphantly thumbs up than myself, and said no with a crackling little mouth. stop.

Later, when I grew up, I didn't know when I started to stop talking and love to run into the ancestral house. Smile when you meet everyone. Smile if you don't want to talk, and smile and walk away when you are angry. Alas, this child has grown up like this, and he doesn't say anything to his grandma anymore. Everything is hidden in his heart. I didn't ask, but smiled. Yes, I can’t protect her, how could she say, what’s the use of saying..."

Zhang Guoqing accompanies them to drink wine, always paying attention to this side. Zhou Xiaozheng and Zhao Dashan were drinking white wine. The two of them were recalling their dead comrades. They didn't notice that the old lady was talking more and more quietly. If it weren't for his extraordinary ear power, he would ignore it. He looked at the old lady in surprise, and motioned everyone not to disturb her, eat food first, and talk later.

Cheng Hongli hurriedly took La Yuanyuan's hand and motioned her not to talk and eat quickly. The same is true for her old lady. She falls into memory whenever she thinks of it. It’s fine when she recovers. When she is old, she will be like this. When she is old, she does not know what she will remember? Will it be the same as the old lady?

Lin Lishan put some vegetables on Zhao Yuanyuan's bowl, smiled, and gestured to Zhao Hongbing and Xiaowu to do it herself. She looked at her mother-in-law with worry, and looked at Zhou Xiaozheng with some bewilderment. I found that he and Zhao Dashan were having a good chat, but didn't notice the abnormality here.

Finally, I looked at Zhang Guoqing and saw that he gently shook his head to himself, relieved.

After a while, even the careless Zhao Dashan turned his head and looked at the female family in amazement, and looked at his wife Cheng Hongli, only to find that his wife winked at her.

He saw the old lady distracted, and nodded clearly. Looking at Zhou Xiaozheng, he found that his brother Zheng was also distracted like the old lady. Why do people from the old Zhou family love to distract themselves?

Does he remind the old lady to eat or not? I don't know what happened just now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was so quiet, he was embarrassed.

Zhou Xiaozheng found that Zhao Dashan looked at him pitifully. He smiled and said: "Don't look, drink quickly. Where did you get this white wine? This wine is really good, it's not worthy of service."

Zhao Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard him talk about wine, he became interested, "Brother Zheng, is this wine good? I bought it in my hometown. You know that my hometown is more remote than this. No one in the village comes out to buy wine. , Are all homemade.

In the past few years, there have been very few wine-making products. This wine is sold because some families lack money to marry a wife. When my mother heard about it, she bought two large jars and sent them over. They were brewed in the old age and hidden in the backyard. How about this wine that would be brewed when the Qing Dynasty fell? Is this also an antique? Haha, I still have dozens of catties in my house, and you will bring them all when you go back. "

When Zhou Xiaozheng heard the words, he took another sip of the wine in surprise, and he tasted it carefully, and said, "I have been drinking the cellar for 50 years, and my lips and teeth have an endless aftertaste. If you make a master, this wine is not cheap."

"It's all made in-house. Where do the masters come from? This wine won't be expensive. If it's expensive, my mother would be reluctant to buy two large jars.

I didn't ask carefully, nor did she say. I have been drinking for more than two years. Xiao Wu said that this wine is 30 years old, and I can drink it. Oh, I forgot, Zuo Lin said to invite us to dinner and asked me when you are free. His 50-year-old sorghum burning hasn't been opened yet, so he just waited for us to come. Haha, how? When to go for a drink. "

Zhou Xiaozheng saw him grinning smirkly-this is a worry, "When we come down from the mountain, we will come to the door with game and ask for wine. This time we will definitely drink it. When we have time to go out and inquire, in fact, the old cellar must be hidden. Yes, we can't ask anyone." Zhou Xiaozheng still doesn't know if he can't participate in the hunting tomorrow.