There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Is this winter cold?

Very cold, cold to the bone, cold to the heart...

There was heavy goose feather snow outside, and there was some heat in the house except for one kang, it was very cold...

The lumpy cotton wool covered the body, the bulging belly, it was colder...

Zhang Guoqing stood in the thatched house and saw scenes in front of him, coldly moving from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Sometimes love is great...

His mother-in-law, Lin Lishan, abandoned her own flesh and blood for her lover, and she lived out for 17 years...

In order to die of his wife, Zhang Wuye stayed alone for decades to guard the collapsed home...

But the reality is in front of him, does Zhang Wuye feel that he has enough to live, or just doesn't want to leave this once full of love and tenderness?

Zhang Guoqing shook his head towards the clan uncle behind him, took a step forward, and looked at the old man calmly.

"Little Wu, you and your uncle are going back. I don't live in his house or yours..."

"Grandpa Five, do you miss Grandma Five? She must wait for you to chat with her on New Year's Eve."

"Little Five..."

"Hush" Zhang Guoqing gestured to him, and then said, "My grandfather must still be thinking about you drinking with him. Has he ever asked his dream to say what he wants to eat? I think about it, he likes braised pork, especially the stewed. It melts in the mouth. I like the fragrant gravy most in white rice. He often said that no matter what he eats, no fragrant rice is delicious.

You don't tell grandma what will happen in the future. They must be very angry if they don't tell my grandfather what will happen to me. The news is not clear, you say why they are not angry. "

"Your grandfather's favorite is not braised pork. He likes old high fever, peanuts, roasted chicken...Oh, brat, you did it on purpose."

Zhang Guoqing laughed when he heard Zhang Wuye finally speak.

"Uncle Qi, I will hold the fifth master, you close the door. Grandpa fifth, don't worry, this room feels like it won't collapse."

When Zhang Wuye heard it, he immediately got up, "What are you kid doing? I really won't go. If you don't rest assured, please help me bring some firewood."

"Father, will you come home with me? Your grandsons all want you to go."

"No!"

Zhang Guoqing was silent for a while and shook his head, "Stubborn old man. You wait for me to come back soon."

After moving the firewood in the small yard of his village, he thought about it and was not at ease. He secretly stuffed a bag of rice noodles and put it in the old quilt.

Due to the presence of outsiders, Zhang Guoqing didn't say much, and compared with his hands. Seeing Zhang Wuye understand, he was relieved. No matter how good Jiaoji is, it is not his own child.

After setting up the old man, he quickly returned to the county seat. He was called back to the village so suddenly at noon, he thought something was wrong. His wife must be worried now.

In the county, Zhou Jiao has given up on using the kitchen for fear of burning wood in two places. Anyway, meat fragrant and seafood cannot be cooked at present. She opened fire directly in the living room. People came to the wild vegetables Wowotou, and a family of three opened a small stove without outsiders.

Now she is not only worried about Zhang Guoqing, but also worried about her father Zhou Xiaozheng. Going to the south for a meeting in a decent way made her afraid.

"Mom, eat dumplings."

Zhou Jiao was amused by her son's voice. What a good boy! I also know to leave two for myself.

"Son, what do you say when someone asks you what you eat?"

"Wild vegetables Wowotou, no more."

Zhou Jiao teased her son, smelled the dumplings in the air, and wondered to herself that the smell should be eliminated immediately.

She still remembered how many children were surrounded by the smell of meat from the aunt Wang's house next door two days ago. That pot of bone soup drank the children's eyes brightly.

Ping An jumped up happily when he heard the opening of the door, "Mom, it's Dad! Dad is back."

Zhou Jiao quickly stood up and stopped him, "You can't jump on the kang, it's dangerous!"

After the meeting, Zhang Guoqing came in and threw a small meaty egg on his face. He stretched out his arms and held them up high, "Son, what did you eat today?"

"Dumplings."

Zhou Jiaosheng put a plate of dumplings on the table and smiled as he watched the father and son play around.

"Jiaojiao, I walked too hurriedly at noon and forgot to tell you that my goddad was calling. He said that Dad will return to Beijing in two days and he is in the sea market now, so don't worry."

The stone in Zhou Jiao's heart finally fell, and she asked about the situation in the village.

Zhang Guoqing glanced at the child in his arms, and he tried to use plain and simple language to start briefly. His son understands now, and he knew the situation outside was fine.

When it was time for work in the afternoon, Zhang Guoqing had just left the house and met Lao Chen next door.

Old Chen looked around and waved to him.

Zhang Guoqing was pounding when he saw this. Every time Old Chen looks like this, nothing is good. He hurried forward.

"Uncle, are you going to work?"

"Yeah. You still have money in your family? Remember to take Jiaojiao to buy some snacks and keep them at home to supplement the nutrition for the children. It's okay for us adults, and children can't save them."

Zhang Guoqing smiled and said: "Uncle, thank you." After speaking, the two chatted tacitly, and then separated to go to work.

It seems that the Grain Bureau is about to produce moths again. Last time I reduced the weight, what was it this time?

At this moment, Zhang Guoqing felt more and more lucky to have a good neighbor. However, he didn't treat each other badly, the long-term way is to have contacts.

As soon as he entered the office before sitting down, several colleagues stared at Zhang Guoqing.

He smelled his body—there was no dumpling.

He looked around questioningly, "What's the matter? Why are you all looking at me?"

A colleague stepped forward and smiled: "Xiao Wu, you have a broad face and a smart mind. Quickly help our big guy think about where we can get rations. As long as it is food, it will do."

Zhang Guoqing frowned when he heard the words, and said with a bitter face, "Where to find it? Our cafeteria is considered good. I just came back from the village, and the village porridge is all clear soup."

A colleague is rubbing his stomach~www.wuxiaspot.com~What a good thing. I had a pee at noon and it was gone. Eating pastries every day is not an option. The salary is not enough. "

Zhang Guoqing secretly said: This can't stand it, it's not very much.

"You bachelor, it's okay to solve it. We have five children, and that's the suffering. Alas... I haven't eaten dry mouth for five days."

Zhang Guoqing looked at the crowd chattering. After all, lack of food, or lack of food.

"Ugh…"

"Why are you sighing? Your daughter-in-law has a famous cat stomach, and the ration she saves is enough for you. Not to mention your old father-in-law fills it up, and your uncles can just watch in the provincial capital."

Zhang Guoqing smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Now everyone is the same. My husband and I eat the cafeteria, how much surplus food can they leave? Which uncle's house doesn't have many children. I have also been worried for several days, where I want to get some food. Rice porridge is used for the children to drink. Finally, I became fat and lost weight during this time."

"Then what does your son eat now? My youngest son wanted to eat eggs and wanted to cry yesterday. Alas... it doesn't matter for the adults, the children have suffered."

Zhang Guoqing thought about it and said, “We use pastries to grind and boil into a paste or chopped Chinese cabbage to make polenta. Eggs were not available since they were not available last month.”

After speaking, he looked at everyone's looks. When he thinks of his son's body, he really can't say that the family is seriously lacking in nutrition.

"My daughter-in-law also feeds the children. Except for pastries, every time the rice noodles are brought home and reprocessed, the thinnest layer is sifted out and left for the children."

"The last time I smashed ice and fished a few fish, I saw my daughter-in-law scrape the fish out and glue it into a ball. This southern fish ball is suitable for babies."

Zhang Guoqing listened to everyone starting to talk about raising children happily. Looking ahead, he didn't know how much such laughter would be in the days to come.