There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

A burst of fried fish, stewed meat, mushroom, and wheat aromas gradually spread from the kitchen, mixing together, floating in the yard.

The horn that hadn't gone to work in the team sounded, and Zhang Lao Er shouted from outside the courtyard: "Mother, we are back."

As his voice fell, the two sisters Zhang Meili led the way into the yard. Seeing Zhang's mother greet them, they hurried forward. The boss Zhang Meili smiled: "Mother, live a long life."

"Mother, I wish you and dad the better life, smile often, good health, and all the best..."

Mother Zhang didn't wait for her little daughter to finish, she smiled with joy and nodded again and again.

Afterwards, the two brothers Zhang Guofu, Zhang Chunming and Chen Xiaobin, two brothers-in-law, each came in with a present with a smile, and saw Zhang Mu cheerfully wishing her a happy birthday.

"It's hot, isn't it? Sit in the house. It's not a big day for me to buy gifts. I won't be allowed to do this next time. People are better than anything else."

Zhang Guoqing stood in front of the hall, greeted them and waved to them. Behind him, Father Zhang held a long pipe and looked at his children with a smile.

Zhang Meili looked at the open door in the kitchen and said with a smile: "Our sisters are here to eat ready-made products. Mother, you and the eldest brother and them go in first, and I will go to see the sister-in-law and the younger sisters."

"Go. Let the three of them stay busy. They are all from their own family. Just open up and start the meal immediately."

"Hey, I know." Zhang Meili took her sister, and the two hurried to the kitchen.

The three wives in the kitchen have been busy until now it is almost over. This time, Lin Juhua served the last stew, and the noodles under the other iron pan were also tumbling.

Zhou Jiao handed the thick bowls to Lin Juhua one by one. She took over the small bowl of noodles, and then handed it to Huang Cuilan next to her to scoop the meat slices in the soup. Soon there were rows of thick bowls on the dinner table.

Two sisters Zhang Meili came over and saw that these three sister-in-laws were all busy, and they didn't know how to intervene if they wanted to come forward to help.

"Eldest sister and second sister, are you all here?"

"All back. Have you put the table in the hall? Do you want me to take it out first?"

Lin Juhua took the remaining bowl from Zhou Jiao's hand and put it on the stove, "Jiaojiao, take the eldest sister and them in first. We are not alive either."

Zhou Jiao smiled and nodded. As the sisters Zhang Meili went to the hall with a few wines and dishes, they noticed that Huang Cuilan had already prepared the soup when they came back. They put two bowls of noodles on the tray and handed her to her, "Sister, this is Dad. Mother, you take it first. Let us take the rest."

This is obviously an opportunity to please her parents-in-law, how can Huang Cuilan know? She laughed jokingly: "Mother, if you want to ask me, she said I prepared it myself."

Several people laughed and nodded again and again.

As Huang Cuilan went out carrying two bowls of noodles, the remaining few people also carried a bowl of noodles on wooden trays and boards and left the kitchen and sent them to the hall.

"Daddy and mother, you eat first. After eating, you will live a hundred years, everything goes well."

Mother Zhang said with a smile, "This is my eldest daughter-in-law's filial piety, I and your father have to taste it. I have been busy this morning until now, it's hard for you three."

"We are not tired, we should."

Mother Zhang handed his wife a bowl, glanced at the eldest son, and smiled: "These three silly children are very busy and happy. I have never seen a wife who has a relationship with my sisters. This is good! Family and everything are happy. ."

On the side, Zhang Dad saw that the two tables in the room had already been served with wine and food, and then looked at the noodles brought up at the back, it was probably almost the same. He greeted the two sons-in-law to come to the table.

Suddenly, the two tables in the hall were full of people. Looking at the four meat dishes, four stir-fried vegetables, and four cold dishes on the table, Zhang Lao Er joked: "I have to close the door first."

Everyone roared with joy. Isn't it? This Chinese New Year has not been so rich.

In the past few days, Zhang Guoqing and his son have gone up the mountain every day. There is no shortage of game, and there is no shortage of fresh fish and shrimp. There are so many pheasant stewed mushrooms, braised pork knuckles, and steamed carp. This is still less cooking. If it is not for the restricted situation, it is not a big problem to get a full-fledged dinner.

Now they haven't tasted the big dish in the middle of the table, otherwise they would be even more happy. Don't look down on the black pot, there are a lot of mountain treasures in it, and it has been stewed for two days.

At this time, everyone held their hands on a large thick bowl. The thick bowl with two blue lines on the edge of the bowl contained a small mouthful of white noodles, yellow egg shreds, green chives, and thinly sliced ​​meat. , It's really pretty. Of course it's delicious, but it's gone in a few bites.

If it were in the past, it is estimated that the children should be making more trouble. This would be well aware, and they all looked at Father and Mother Zhang together, waiting for them to hold their chopsticks to pick up the dishes.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Daddy laughed happily, and said to his wife, "You come first today."

"Really polite? Haha..." After that, Mother Zhang took a bite of food and put it in his wife's bowl, and smiled at everyone: "Try it quickly and eat more if you like."

When Zhang Dad saw the children start to move the chopsticks, he took a bite in his wife's bowl without being noticed.

The old couple's every move can't be concealed from Zhang Guoqing, who has been paying attention to his parents and his wife. He blinked at Zhou Jiao happily. Click and you will find Zhang's intention. Different from the previous separate tables for men and women, today there are a dozen grandchildren at one table, and the rest are all sitting around Zhang's father and mother.

Ten of Zhang Guoqing's five siblings and his parents, together with their parents, sat at the big round table, and they were still a couple close to each other. From this, it can be seen that Zhang's mother's thoughts have long been unrestricted to the rural women class, which is really a scene.

Zhang Guoqing sat at the bottom right of Zhang's mother, first took a few mouthfuls of food to his parents, and then his wife smiled and said, "Mother, don't you have a few words with your father?"

Mother Zhang ate the food from his wife and old son, and smiled happily. Hearing what he said, she swallowed the food in her mouth and said with a smile: "Haha...What do you say, kid father?"

When the noisy and laughing children heard Zhang's mother speak, they invariably put down their chopsticks and sat looking up at the table.

When Dad Zhang saw this, he smiled and said, "There are no outsiders, you continue to eat." He looked at the five couples, "They are all good children. Every time Dad thinks of you, he will wake up with a smile when he falls asleep."

Mother Zhang greeted them to move their chopsticks, and then smiled: "Well, I didn't expect to live such a life back then. We are satisfied in this life."

Zhang Guoqing stood up and poured wine for his parents, "Is that satisfied? Your grandson was admitted to the provincial courtyard and hugged the iron rice bowl, and the children followed him in a wave. The good days between you and my dad are still to come."

He glanced over several brothers and brothers-in-laws, "We are all full, I wish my parents a long life, and a lifetime of worry-free, and I also wish each of us a happy life."

"Uncle (uncle) wait for us to be full."

Zhang Guoqing smiled and nodded again and again.

Seeing the bright smiles of his parents, he felt very comforted. No matter how much they pay, they can enjoy their old age happily, all of which are worth the money.