Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Chang Zhengyang picked up the little girl, went back to the yard, washed her hands and face beside the water pump, and then, like magic, took out a bottle of orange soda from the backpack.

"Wow, it's sweet and delicious soda!"

The little girl clapped her hands excitedly and tried to take it, but she didn't touch it.

"The bottle is a little dirty, I'll wash it and give it to you."

The orange soda was taken out of the backpack. It was covered with a lot of mud and had to be washed clean before being given to the little girl.

Under the little girl's expectant eyes, Chang Zhengyang washed the bottle, gently applied force with his fingers, opened the bottle cap, and then handed it to the little girl.

"Drink slowly, don't choke."

Chang Zhengyang took out the remaining bottles of orange soda in the backpack. He bought them at the supply and marketing cooperative on his way back. He bought ten bottles in total, which cost him five yuan. Of course, the bottles could be returned after they were finished, for twenty cents per bottle.

In 58, many things did not require tickets. However, by the next year, as materials began to become scarce, China basically entered the era of tickets starting from . At that time, many things became difficult to buy.

Chang Zhengyang threw the black fish into the water tank, watching these guys practice and restore their vitality, while thinking about what might happen in the next year or the year after.

It seems that some things need to be prepared in advance!

"This black fish is not small. Where did you get it?"

Chang Baichuan heard the noise in the backyard and was surprised to see the black fish in the water tank. Such a big black fish is not easy to catch. He took a look at the fish's mouth and found it was intact, which meant it was not caught by fishing.

"It's caught in the Yulong River. Dad, we're having pickled fish tonight. Brother Zhuzi will come over and make dinner later."

"Sauerkraut fish?"

Chang Zhengyang remembered that there was probably no such dish as sauerkraut fish in those days, and it was normal that his father didn't know about it, so he briefly explained the method of making sauerkraut soup.

Chang Baichuan nodded to show that he understood. Then he saw the orange soda, took a bottle and walked towards the study, apparently preparing to show his courtesy. Chang Zhengyang shook his head when he saw this and went next door to call He Yuzhu over.

After a while, the yard of the old Chang family became lively. Chang Zhengming and Chang Zhenghe, who had been playing outside for the whole afternoon, sat at the kitchen door, smelling the fragrance from the pot and their mouths watering.

With Chang Zhengyang's explanation, He Yuzhu, the chef, immediately understood what the dish of pickled fish was. As the descendant of Tan family cuisine, he was also good at cooking Sichuan cuisine. Half an hour later, the overbearing spicy aroma of the pickled fish had spread far away, and countless children in the alley were crying with greed, clamoring for meat.

Chang Zhengyang's ears twitched slightly. In the next yard, Jia Dongxu's son Banggeng was rolling on the ground, asking for meat.

Hey, I'm gonna kill you with greed!

Chang Zhengyang doesn't like Banggeng. This guy has a wolfish look in his eyes and is very possessive. He once snatched candy from a little girl in the alley and was severely beaten up by the third and fourth brothers.

If kids fight in the alley, no one can do anything as long as the adults don't intervene and no one is killed.

Banggeng's grandmother, Jia Zhang, originally wanted to cause trouble at the Chang family, but the third brother was smart and threatened him directly in the alley that if he didn't accept it, he would beat Banggeng every time he saw him in the future.

Jia Zhang was scared at the time. He was just a child, so she just beat him. What could you do?

The police won't bother with such shit!

Besides, the instructor of Gulou Police Station is Chang Zhengyang’s sixth uncle, and the Chang family has connections in the government!

"It's time to eat!"

More than 20 pounds of fish meat was not all made into sauerkraut fish. The fish head and tail were used to stew fish soup.

Everyone had a bowl of fish soup first, and after finishing the soup, they couldn't wait to pick up a piece of fish and put it in their mouths.

The spicy and fragrant fish fillets immediately bring a great impact to the taste buds when they enter the mouth.

Everyone ate in silence for a long time before slowing down. Chang Zhengyang poured a glass of wine for Chang Baichuan and He Yuzhu. The three of them clinked their glasses and took a bite of the fish fillet. It was delicious!

On the other side, Guo Huiying and her friends each had a bottle of orange soda, and they also drank it with relish. When the little girl saw Chang Zhengyang and the others raising their glasses to clink their glasses, she would follow suit and raise her own glass to clink with her big brother, which made everyone laugh from time to time.

"Hey, Yuzhu, you are twenty this year too, right?"

"Well, what's wrong, Aunt Guo?"

He Yuzhu put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at Guo Huiying who was looking at him, looking somewhat confused.

Guo Huiying rolled her eyes at him and said, "You kid, you are not a child anymore. It's time for you to find a wife and start a family."

He Yuzhu waved his hand nonchalantly: "There's no rush for this matter. Yushui is still young. Let's talk about it after she goes to college."

"You kid, you have too high a vision. If you can't find a wife, then you can't find a wife. Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty? And you even use the rain as an excuse. I think you deserve to be punished."

Chang Baichuan sneered, "You little bastard, my wife is worried about your life and you dare to just ignore it?"

Chang Zhengyang smiled as he looked at the embarrassed He Yuzhu, then looked at He Yushui, whose face turned red with anger. The chopsticks in her hand were ready to move, as if she wanted to stab this unruly brother to death.

Oh, so you, He Yuzhu, can’t get married because she, He Yushui, is holding you back?

"Yuzhu, do you have someone you like now?"

"Well, yes!"

Guo Huiying was surprised when she heard this, and quickly asked, "Whose family is this girl from? Do you want me to help you find a matchmaker?"

"That's not necessary. I like her, but she doesn't like me!"

He Yuzhu poured himself a glass of wine with melancholy, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Brother Zhuzi, you don't even know her name, do you?"

"how do you know?"

Well, he is just lustful. He must have seen a pretty girl and felt itchy in his heart, but he didn't dare to touch her. He is the kind of person who has the desire but not the courage.

I remember this guy once said that his wife must be from the city, educated, and beautiful.

Chang Zhengyang looked carefully at He Yuzhu's mature face. Well, unless the girl was blind, how could a woman who met his requirements be attracted to him?

No, not necessarily. This would be impossible decades later, but it is possible nowadays.

Just find a girl from a landlord family.

Generally, these girls come from landlord families and are very likely to be educated, so it is relatively easy to find a beautiful one among them.

People who have not experienced that era don’t know that if your family is a landlord, you will not be allowed to continue your studies after junior high school. As for joining the army or the party, don’t even think about it. It is difficult to even get a job.

Chang Zhengyang thought about it and decided to forget it. This girl and He Yuzhu were from completely different worlds, with completely different values. There would be no other possibility after they got married except chaos.

Chang Baichuan saw He Yuzhu's melancholy look and continued to criticize him, "You are illiterate and your looks are just so-so. Don't be too ambitious. Just find someone who can make a living."

He Yuzhu didn't say anything. Although he didn't say anything, he was still very unconvinced in his heart.

He just didn't believe that he, He Yuzhu, couldn't find a wife. At least she had to be like Qin Huairu.

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