There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Catching crickets, tethering grasshoppers, copying dragonflies, sticking to clues, catching fireflies at night, catching chafer races, and the little days of peace and the twins in the capital are like a fish in water.

On the weekend again, knowing that the watermelon harvest season had officially started, Zhang Guoqing planned to take his three sons to experience life in the western suburbs early in the morning.

A side three-wheeler was driven out of the compound by his fake public aid, and a pair of little brothers in the car grabbed the handrails and started howling loudly.

"Fly, fly fast."

"Ah...ah..."

Ping An smiled brightly around him, grabbing the seat belts of his two younger brothers, feeling the coolness from the wind.

After driving for a while, Zhang Guoqing slowed down and shouted: "How is it? Cool, right?"

The three brothers nodded and responded loudly.

With Zhang Guoqing’s father’s successive tricks, the children’s sense of loss without their mothers around has disappeared a lot.

The destination of the father and son this time is to go to Zhou Xiaozheng's rural courtyard. Being located in the backer has an advantage, dry land watermelon is particularly sweet.

Zhang Guoqing brought the children over to play, in addition to letting the twins learn about rural life, he also planned to bring some watermelons to the welfare home for the sons to show love.

One-third of a catty of watermelon costs three yuan for a hundred catties. Even a small piece of a child is enough to make those children happy for a long time.

Captain Zhou sent a message a few days ago and heard the sound of a motorcycle, and immediately came to the drying field. Sure enough, I guessed right, it was this kid who brought the boys over.

"Uncle, I'm busy."

"How do you bring the children? There are mosquitoes here, so be careful."

"Okay. Babes, call for someone."

After saying hello, Zhang Guoqing led his three sons back with Captain Zhou, and said as he walked, "The farming business is not over yet, right? Is everyone eating in the cafeteria?"

Captain Zhou knew he couldn't hide from him, so he gave him a headache. This **** didn't look like a father, so he tossed his son. A good life in the city, but what come here to play and think of sweetness.

"I have big pancakes at noon and I drank ballast porridge. Don't you worry about the children being hungry?"

Without waiting for Zhang Guoqing to reply, he patted his chest to ensure that his three brothers must be fine. The twins who had been turned into the ditch by him nodded in support of their brother.

Said it is to experience life, in addition to letting the children look at what the children in the village are busy with farming, it is impossible for Zhang Guoqing to really let the children do farm work for a long time.

I fed the three sons with water first, changed them into long clothes and trousers, and led them to the wheat field so that they could play with the children in the village.

He didn't say whether to pick up the wheat ears, or to dig mud and eel with the older children, he followed them quietly, watching them blend into it.

Ping An has been to the countryside with him many times, knowing what he meant, and guiding his brothers to pick up wheat ears and put them in cloth bags. Anyway, he knew that when their three brothers got so hot and wet, his dad would be the first to take them away distressedly.

Seeing the fleas on the children in the village next to her again, the girl had white lice eggs on her head and glanced at her father peacefully.

Fortunately, their three brothers had shaved heads, otherwise they would be infected so close!

The two little radishes didn't know the slightest, and squatted happily, squatting down and desperately picking them up.

Heian looked at his brothers with pity. Stupid brother, you got the trick! No matter how much we pick up, it's not ours. Dad will say it's public.

I remembered that I was deceived by his dad in previous years, and Ping An had to shed tears for myself.

After seeing the twins for more than an hour and seeing the twins really slow down, Zhang Guoqing pulled up the two brothers, "Recite the ancient poem "Precision for the People" to Dad."

"Noon on the day of hoeing,

Sweat dripped into the soil.

Who knows Chinese food,

Every bit is hard. "

Zhang Guoqing applauded, "You are great! Do you know how to grow wheat?"

The twins shook their heads.

"Peace, explain it to the younger brothers." Zhang Guoqing handed the water bottle to the elder son first as he said. In this country, there is a water scoop to drink well water, and he is still a little taboo.

Ping An took two sips and handed them to his two younger brothers, indicating that they would drink when they were thirsty. I began to say: "Before planting wheat, you must first plow the field, and then fertilize the field once. Farmyard manure is your poop. Before planting wheat, spread the dung evenly on the ground."

"It's not over yet. Do you think this is a row of rows, neatly planted? It's all done by the farmer's grandfather with a rake tool."

"I have ordered the wheat seeds. While waiting for the wheat seeds to mature, we must often weed and pick up water and dung to irrigate them. Finally, when the wheat matures, I have to bend over the crops before it rains and wait for them to dry. You have to pay public rations."

Ping An said here, looked around, and whispered: "Our hometown can only grow one season of wheat a year, and if we pay public grain, we can only save 16 catties a year for a good harvest."

"You are still young. After two years, when you are as old as your brother, you will understand that being a farmer is the hardest and the most tiring and eats the least. Good things are taken up by the city people, so everyone wants to go to the city to be workers."

Zhang Guoqing cleared his throat and watched the elder son shrug his nose towards him, dumbfounding. "Now that you know that farming is hard work? In the future, we must cherish the food and not be picky eaters."

Six o'clock nodded, stretched out his hands, "Dad, I want to wash my hands dirty."

"Dad, itchy, take a bath."

It’s pretty good to be able to make a request until now. Zhang Guoqing was also reluctant to bear his son's suffering. He was not really crazy and planned to let his son be a farmer.

While taking the sons to the river, he wondered how much wheat could be harvested from the land where they stood just now, how many finished products, and how long they could eat for the three brothers.

The three children were soaked in water by him one by one and washed again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ put on long-sleeved trousers and took them to the cafeteria for dinner, for which he also paid four or two food coupons and two cents .

Of course, the lunch at noon is more than just big pancakes, and it's not big ball porridge. For the busy farming members, the production team deliberately burned loofah soup, stewed three or five pieces of meat stew, and two plates of seasonal vegetables.

With such a meal, everyone was pleased to have a satisfied smile on their faces. They grabbed the chopsticks and slammed into the entrance, not forgetting to greet their children to eat.

The four of Zhang Guoqing and his son were accompanied by Captain Zhou. They didn't need to be so fast, but it was not easy to delay their lunch break. Who is not tired for a long time and wants to relax.

When the twins first saw the food, they were still unhappy. They narrowed their mouths and looked at Zhang Guoqing. Ping An said in his ear that his father had already given the money, and he would lose money if he didn't eat them, so he immediately grabbed the wooden spoon to eat.

Zhang Guoqing didn't care about the children eating more and less, let alone the children, he was embarrassed to let go of eating.

After a while, let the children eat some bread and pastries, and then take them to catch some loach and take a few photos to commemorate them. After the sunset, the number of watermelons in Xishan will be weighed, and the trip will be over.

Five hundred catties of watermelons sounded a lot, and there were not many piled up there. As in previous years, these watermelons took the production team ox cart into the city the next day, leaving a hundred catties tied to the side three-wheeled back seat.

The children abandoned by God in the orphanage are not all broken-winged angels, and many healthy children do not know where they are exposed.

Zhang Guoqing understands the sensitive inner world of these children too well-they want to love but are afraid of being hurt, and want to integrate into the outside world but are afraid of being discriminated against.

Growing up in the orphanage, he dared not show any mercy, so he could only let his sons accompany them to make trouble and laugh with them.

There is no need for sympathy, let alone unfulfilled promises.