There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Early the next morning, a group of people got into the car with Zhao Chuanguang and his wife.

Elder Lin outside the window smiled and waved to let them go.

Zhang Guoqing knew that he had repeatedly asked him to travel together, and he would never leave. Understand that the old man has made up his mind.

"It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married." Let him...

Alas... Is his grandfather alive now?

Seeing Zhang Guoqing had been distracted, Zhou Jiao squeezed the palm of his hand.

Zhang Guoqing turned his head and saw those big worried eyes head on, and then looked at his son. He suddenly shook his head and smiled, and he actually learned to be sentimental.

When they arrived at the provincial station, a group of people bought tickets to H city and got on the train.

Along the way, Mother Zhang pulled her grandson's finger out of the window, "Look at those stoves safely, are they many? I took this train last time, but there is no stove outside..."

"It's not just here. We came from Beijing. Last time we saw a lot of deserted mountains and ridges, and now there are many more large and small blast furnaces."

Cheng Ruzhu heard her sister-in-law mention it, and smiled: "This is not surprising. Even the small yard of our unit has built an earthen furnace more than one meter high."

When the passengers in the seats near the train heard the iron making, they began to talk about this topic.

A passenger who had just returned from a business trip talked about the pomp and rumors he saw in the field.

I heard that there was a shortage of fuel in some places, and the locals even burned the coffin plates in the cemetery to make iron.

Zhou Jiao looked out the window anxiously, wondering if the trees in Gu's ancestral grave could be kept.

For a moment, thinking of the future, she laughed blankly, what trees she still cared about-it seemed she should find a chance to talk to Mrs. Cheng.

In the afternoon, the group finally arrived in H city. Under the leadership of a friend of Zhao Chuanguang, everyone moved into the guest house and began a two-day play.

The opponent's surname was Mu, and Zhao Chuanguang asked Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao to call him Uncle Mu.

Uncle Mu is very talkative and enthusiastic. When he heard that he was Zhou Xiaozheng's daughter and son-in-law, his attitude changed immediately. The topic was so strange that it almost picked out what kind of underwear Zhou Xiaozheng liked to wear.

Zhou Jiao knew this was her dad's obsessive brother. The other party does not belong to her father's twelve brothers, but the relationship should be closer to the thirteen.

For her mother Lin Lishan, the other party still smiled and called the sister-in-law, and treated them indiscriminately.

Zhou Jiao guessed that some of the messy things in her family would be known to anyone who had some friendship with her dad.

She has seen too many uncles fighting injustices for herself, and she has seen no surprises. As long as you are not rude.

After dinner, Uncle Mu called his wife and eldest son Mu Hai.

What makes people laugh is that he suggested that Mu Hai also live in the guest house, and his eldest son entertain Zhang Guoqing and his wife, and let their young people play by themselves.

After Zhang Guoqing thanked for his refusal, he sat aside and chatted with Mu Hai. No matter what the other person's mind is, since he wants to make good friends with the next generation, he will give in.

After not much time, Zhang Guoqing found out the details of Mu Dacheng's family from the mouth of the twenty-something young man.

It's not exaggerating that Zhao Chuanguang asked the couple to call Uncle Mu. The other party seemed to be more than ten years older than Zhou Xiaozheng, but he was actually one year younger.

Mu Dacheng is now the head of a fishery company, and his wife is even the second generation. With such a background, Zhang Guoqing is not surprised at all. There has been no white Ding who can associate with Zhao Chuanguang.

However, from Cheng Ruzhu's conversation with Aunt Mu, Zhang Guoqing did not intend to get a piece of news. The smiling fox he had been paying attention to finally showed its tail—it turned out to be Mu Dacheng's uncle.

Zhang Guoqing couldn't help but complain from the bottom of his heart. This world is really small.

The older generation is such a surnamed Yi, the old man didn't tell himself the last time he drank together, that he is now seeking a living under his son. It was too interesting, and he decided that he would give the old man a hard time next time.

Zhang Guoqing glanced at Mu Hai enviously. With Yi being old, this stupid boy is worry-free. As long as you don't die, no big winds and waves will be involved.

He rolled his eyes and handed his son to Mu Hai's arms, "If you like children, hold them for a while, this year you will hold a fat son. If you don't believe me, you can ask these elders."

"Haha...I want to have a daughter. Your son will be my son-in-law."

Zhang Guoqing hurriedly shook his head, "That won't work. My son will have to find it by himself in the future. If your daughter looks like yours, my son will lose out."

After speaking, he couldn't help laughing out loud. Hey, he wants his son to stick to each other's blessings, but not to send his son home. What kind of children's relatives, what kind of marriage, these he is not willing.

Mu Dacheng heard a smile beside him: "Your kid has robbed a bunch of our daughters-in-laws, and this will despise my son. If you didn't do it quickly, I would have to take my second child to the capital to ask for a kiss. My husband is a man. Having said that, your son’s daughter-in-law has chosen him to make a reservation."

Zhao Chuanguang said quickly: "You hurry to rest. Your second child is fifteen years old like my boss. You want my Jiaojiao to have a baby with milk."

When this was said, everyone burst into laughter.

Zhao Chuanguang looked at Zhang Guoqing and saw him shaking his head. Knowing that Ping An did not have this marriage~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he felt relieved immediately. His grandson is not an ordinary child, and grandson-in-law can't be chosen.

Although Jiaojiao and his wife have been kept secret. But he often saw children, how could he not know. Every time he sees himself, the child definitely recognizes it, and he doubts that the child can understand it. Otherwise, every time you talk about happy things, why do you always smile.

"In other words, these are all established big clubs, and the fishing villages have eaten a big pot. Let's not come here in vain? Lao Mu, how do you arrange for you to be nervous next."

After Zhao Chuanguang finished speaking, he stood up and looked at Mu Dacheng. It's better to go out and avoid these topics. If you accidentally walk around your children's in-laws, it will be over. His Zheng brother couldn't spare him.

Mu Dacheng stood up and said with a smile: "Since I let you come, I still have no arrangements. Let's go, I promise to let you have a better time, and I will go back happily tomorrow."

Zhang Guoqing took over his son and went out with everyone. He glanced at Zhou Jiao next to him, and noticed the teasing in her eyes. He chuckled and smiled-just carelessly, his son was almost sold by him.

The men go to sea with the fishing boats, and the women go to sea. After having fun, I had a big pot of fishery company. Those delicacies were so delicious that Zhou Jiao wanted to stay and work.

Especially Zhang's mother told Zhou Jiao on the side that no unit is as good as a fishery company. I don’t have to worry about food and clothing all my life. I eat things from the sea, wear work clothes, and I have a salary.

As soon as she said these words, Zhou Jiao didn't forget to look back several times before leaving.

Zhang Guoqing was so scared that he quickly pulled Zhou Jiao away. His mother continued, not only his son could not keep it, but even his daughter-in-law would become someone else's.

Starting the next morning, Mu Dacheng took his family and accompanied a group of people to visit the surrounding attractions. The group finally got on the train contentedly with big bags.