There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

There are paddy fields everywhere in the Jiangnan water town. It rained just two days ago, and the dirt road to the village was full of potholes, accidentally raising a piece of sewage.

Zhang Guoqing honked his horn to control the speed, and drove less than a kilometer for ten minutes. It didn't stop until the village entrance bridge.

After crossing this stone bridge, Mr. Jiang's hometown is.

At this time, the sun was setting, many people on the ground were busy with farm work, and many children on both sides of the bridge were swimming in the river.

Seeing a military vehicle stopped, they all stopped to look at them.

Zhang Guoqing got out of the car and waved to the children on the shore. After a while, finally a seven or eight-year-old boy who was naked and barefoot came forward.

"Little friend, do you know where the old man Jiang Tongsuo from the city lives?"

Hearing this, the little guy nodded and shouted to the friends not far away: "It's a relative of the old grandfather of the east entrance of the village."

All of a sudden, a bunch of children rushed to the car, rushing to ask questions in Mandarin and local dialects.

Under the twitter, Zhang Guoqing can only understand roughly, these children ask if they are from Beijing? In other words, just wait for them to hold the ceremony.

At this moment, a slender and slender old man in Qiaotou came over. Before asking him, he shouted loudly in dialect: "Are you grandsons of the Lao Jiang family? Hurry over and wait for you."

At this time, Zhang Guoqing would understand and let them go quickly, let Aunt Chen hold Ping An, and both himself and Yi Jiefang walked towards the bridge with luggage.

The old man walked with his hands behind his back and quickly led the way, followed by Zhang Guoqing and others, asking as he walked. It soon discovered that they could not understand many local dialects at all.

He had to ask again in accented Mandarin: "The dead old man is very stubborn. The old siblings are not as good as each day. I will ask him to write letters to his granddaughter. He has to say that the child is too busy to let you go back and forth. By the way, Jiang Where's the baby girl?"

Zhang Guoqing explained: "My daughter-in-law was sent to office by the leader, and she couldn't be contacted for a while. I had to bring the child here first. This is my son."

"No wonder the old man praises his granddaughter every day. Okay, good prospects. Our village finally has a capable person. Did you see the locust tree in front? That place is. I think your family is doing well, let him build a house. , He refused, he must have the whole thatched house. Alas..."

Zhang Guoqing looked at the three thatched-roof soil embryo houses not far away, really angry and anxious. This old man can really toss! As far as he knows, the two veterans don’t talk about these annual wages, even his husband has been sending money over.

I don't know why the money is staying.

"Old man, is there an empty yard in the village to sell?"

"Nothing. A few years ago, after joining the team, several villages will all live on one piece of land. Don't spend the wrong money, find a few people to entertain a few meals, it won't take long, it will be completed soon.

After speaking, the old man looked at Zhang Guoqing with a hesitant face, and then said: "Are you worried that you don't have time? Go to the captain, give him money, and he will arrange it."

Zhang Guoqing nodded. Only the old man is left this time, and he has to deal with the rest. He didn't know if there were orphans nearby, he really had to discuss with the captain.

Three thatched-roof soil embryo houses under the Dagu tree surrounded a small yard with bamboo fences. At this time, several middle-aged and elderly people were coming in and out to help.

Zhang Guoqing took Ping An from Aunt Chen, put on a small white shirt, no green gauze, white shoes, and a belt of filial piety. When it is fastened, the length of the two hanging ends is the same.

He could make his son Dai Xiao also to thank the two old men for Zhou Jiao, and also to let the childless old man not go too miserable, as his father-in-law said.

When Zhang Guoqing put on a white shirt and white shoes, tied his filial piety belt, and put a black gauze and red cloth on his arm, Mr. Jiang, who heard the news, burst into tears.

——He also has descendants!

"Grandpa..." Zhang Guoqing stepped forward to support him, saying that for a while. He could not say many words of comfort. The departure of the dependent wife is half the sky for the old man.

He waved to the little Ping An beside him, "Son, call your grandfather. Let's put incense on your mother's grandma."

Old man Jiang squatted down, looked at the child kindly, listened to the child's loud voice, and complained to Zhang Guoqing: "How come the boss took the child over? Take the little boy to the house."

Ping An took his hand and said, "Grandpa, I will accompany you in. My grandpa asked you to mourn. He said that he and my mother can't come on official business now, so let me represent them."

"Well...How come our dear grandson can speak so well. Are you tired on the way here? Is it hot? Do you want to eat anything..."

Zhang Guoqing watched the old man's spirit recover a lot, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this time I came here to bring the child. At a critical time, his son was still capable.

Seeing them go in, Zhang Guoqing asked Aunt Chen to take care of them. He came to a table by himself and said to a middle-aged man who looked at him curiously: "Uncle, you have worked hard, thank you for coming to help."

The middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hand, "Yes. We are your grandpa's distant nephew."

"Then I should call your uncle. Uncle, I'm not polite with you. You can call me Xiaowu, and you can just tell me what to do next."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man just showed a smile, and hurriedly reduced his smile, and said quickly, "You have to deal with a lot of things next. The mourning hall has been set up. Nowadays, the Taoist priests are not happy to come and recite the scriptures, but the paper money is still required. Take a look, This is the village's favor, and what the family has prepared are all written in this book."

Zhang Guoqing was not polite, and took a look. He found that apart from favors, the amount of things prepared was very small, and there was not much brown sugar on the side~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He learned from Huang Dong that no matter how simple the ceremony is. It is necessary for a guest to drink a bowl of brown sugar water and eat tofu rice.

After reading this, Zhang Guoqing said softly to him: "I will go inside to see my grandmother. I have to trouble you to write down what you lack, and I will be ready."

"There are a lot of juniors with the same surname in the village. They are thinking of your grandma's kindness and want to give her a filial piety. When you get off work at night, they will come over soon. If you have something to do, just ask them to help."

Zhang Guoqing raised his eyebrows when he heard this—he didn't ask any kindness. He took the white cloth and black yarn from Yi Jiefang and placed it on the table, and took out 50 catties of national food stamps and 50 yuan from his pocket.

"It doesn't matter if the money ticket is first released to me. If you don't need it, you can pay it back. This white cloth is so good, you don't need so much. They will prepare it themselves."

Zhang Guoqing shook his head, "It should be. I'll go in first."

It is unreasonable for outsiders to come to Dai Xiao, and they are still reluctant to bear some cloth. He knows that fabrics are rare nowadays. Maybe some people are interested in these white cloth strips, and Dai Xiao will come over and put on home-made cloth, but he doesn't care.

If someone who is particulary doesn't even ask for a mourning cloth, they are afraid of bad luck. That is to say, who is willing to be a filial son in peacetime. It's not a big deal to let the elderly be buried in a decent way.

When Zhang Guoqing entered, Ping An had already bowed to the old lady's body three times under the guidance of Aunt Chen, and used the long incense. He also went in immediately to draw a gourd.

After all his work, Zhang Guoqing asked Yi Jiefang to drive to see his mother-in-law, bringing some brown sugar and some missing items. He sees this situation until tomorrow, before going up the mountain, the two of them are inseparable from the village.

After sending Yi Jiefang away and arranging Aunt Chen to take care of his father and son, Zhang Guoqing began to arrange the funeral with the uncle who was far away.