There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

What is the pattern? Does it change with status or with experience? These problems slowly, and their husbands and wives will come to appreciate it.

On the contrary, in front of him, there was such a strong father as Zhou Xiaozheng. For others, the days of perilous, frightening and frightening slipped away quietly until the twelfth lunar month.

After the first snowfall, Liang Meiren was once again in deep trouble, this time with the loss of her man, she was ultimately inferior to abandoning her son.

Zhou Jiao wasn't surprised when this result came out.

On the day when Liang Shengnan left the capital to be released, she quietly stood in the distance to see off.

Perhaps for some people, the other party does not die.

But there are more innocent people in this world, because the opponent's ups and downs have implicated how many people who have been successful in battle but have fallen innocently, not to mention that the opponent has been personally participating in the game.

Some people celebrate, some are sad, and more people are waiting for the warmth after the snow, but history tells the world that the new and the old are replaced, and the cold winter is coming after the early winter.

Sure enough, as time passed, the street could no longer calm down, and more and more conflicts broke out immediately. Even Dr. Hu, a retired doctor, could no longer ask for leave, let alone Zhou Jiao’s fellow seniors. I was so busy that I didn't even have time to drink and chat.

In the midst of the winter, every family is not only used to the cat's winter, but also worried about being injured by the innocent. Therefore, there are only a bunch of children who are not afraid of the cold chasing and playing at home.

The Hutong Courtyard is truly at the foot of the imperial city, and there are quite a few patrol guards nearby, and the public order is quite reassuring. The location is just a turn left from the park on the other side.

As soon as I entered the main house of the yard and opened the thick cotton curtain, a gust of hot wind blew my face, and it was like two worlds with the cold weather outside.

Aunt Chen changed to new manual work in the winter and was making sweaters. Of course, this was not their own. I heard that they were making sweaters for the sweater factory. An adult sweater can make 30 to 50 cents.

Zhou Jiao didn't quite understand why she was so tireless and still happy to contribute everything to her husband's nephew, but she didn't want to talk too much, lest she talk too much about her own affairs.

Doctor Hu was boring around the stove to bake potatoes. When she saw her coming in, his eyes lit up and he was about to stand up with a smile. Suddenly he lowered his face and glared at her.

"Yesterday, there were two groups of people who were beaten and broke their heads, many of them broke their arms and legs. You must pay attention to it when you go to get off work in the future. Once you see a fight again, don't join in to watch the fun..."

Zhou Jiao smiled clearly, "Master, haven't I been here for a week? How are you doing? I brought a leg of lamb to add a dish for you."

Doctor Hu flashed a smile in his eyes, but he still told his apprentice again, "I'm fine here, don't go there. The alleys are alleys. Who knows if there will be a fight again suddenly."

After speaking, he frowned uneasy, "You also put something on your face, and all three children are watching. Don't let them go out."

Zhou Jiao suppressed a smile and nodded obediently.

"Ouch, I want to go again."

"Master, it's useless to go everywhere. It's all in trouble here, I guess the posture might be even bigger outside. I heard from my classmates that some places are really moving."

"Really?"

Zhou Jiao nodded, "I shouldn't lie to me."

Doctor Hu sighed again and again, it was a pity that he was straight, but his eyes did not dare to look at his apprentice.

"It's still safe in the countryside. So many young people in this city do not go to school or work, and they are still too energetic. If these wild boys go to the countryside to do farm work, they will not make trouble."

Doctor Hu's unintentional remark made Zhou Jiao's mouth curled up. Master, you should not go to study medicine, it is more promising to be a magic stick!

Since even his elders can think of this, it is estimated that if there is a disturbance, a new policy will be introduced soon. It's better to be early, she is worried every time she goes to work.

It's really just fine. Suddenly a group of people rushed past you to stage a real martial arts scene. It really couldn't bear it, especially now that you are still supplying those things like Mucangzhi.

When I heard from colleagues in the work unit that so and so did occupy so and so, and the blood was flowing all over the place last night, Zhou Jiao did not dare to go home to show off.

Even if her father and Zhang Guoqing kept reminding her, asking her, she pretended not to know, otherwise she would become unemployed.

"Aren't the two little guys on June 1st and May 1 always clamoring about martial arts? I saw the children some time ago, and they still have to take a medicinal bath, but they can take advantage of this winter to take advantage of the horse at home."

Zhou Jiao laughed, "Master, wait a minute, now they are starting to build a house at home."

"Oh, player's house, that's better, better than going out."

"Well, almost." Zhou Jiao glanced at her master funny. You always underestimate the three children, they are thinking about building an igloo on the edge of the yard.

After chatting for a while, everyone was fine, and the things were delivered. The winter days were short. Zhou Jiao left after listening to her advice. She also went outside for a stroll.

The notice of no holiday at the beginning of the Spring Festival of this year has been announced in advance. The Lunar New Year in 1967 has officially entered a new era, and the New Year couplets on the street have also been renewed, which is very contemporary.

From the beginning of the spring to the end of the new year, a group of people were assigned to other places, and the long queue of buying New Year’s goods was still not short. It seems that the capital has been crowded since ancient times.

On a trip in late summer and early autumn, in addition to some gifts on the face, with the cover of Zhou Xiaozheng and his son-in-law, Zhou Jiao had privately exchanged everything that could be exchanged for real objects.

So this time I bought some red paper and New Year pictures, and cashed in all the cloth tickets and industrial vouchers by the way. When she came out, she saw that she had free time, so she inevitably wanted to bring some new comic strips for the children.

After visiting the bookstore, Zhou Jiao took a look at her clothes, not very conspicuous, think about it or go to the nearest waste collection station to see, maybe I will encounter a few rare ancient books before the end of the year.

Waste collection station~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The mottled old wooden door is dark, and there is a big hole in the left eaves. The ground is full of **** and it is messy. Standing in the yard, you can smell the smell of moldy and damp, unpleasant Extremely.

This... is really a waste collection station.

Zhou Jiao concealed her astonishment. She opened the door and said to the aunt who greeted her that she wanted to find some books and textbooks, but of course she didn't forget to stuff a dollar in private.

Sure enough, money can cause ghosts to grind, and the other party specifically pointed to the warehouse inside and ordered a few words about illegal items not to be brought out.

Zhou Jiao smiled at her, looking at the other party's sharpness, she probably did this job less. Her goal is not to gain much, just to see the status quo of the so-called scrap station in Zhang Guoqing's words.

This is a district waste station. Except for the snow-covered garbage mountain in the yard, there is really nothing good in the two warehouses inside, either broken jars and bowls, or broken newspapers.

After going around, even if she hadn't taken off her mask, she still smelled the stench in the air. Zhou Jiao took a look at it. It was a waste of her dollar. There is room for rebirth in the fifties