Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

A nation that has experienced suffering understands better than anyone else the value of peace and tranquility.

Chang Zhengyang was born in 1940, a turbulent era.

When he was young, Chang Zhengyang often witnessed through the window the thugs, gang members, Japanese ronin, black dogs, and Japanese soldiers beating the people and killing passers-by at will.

At that time, he and his mother Guo Huiying basically did not go out every day. He still remembered that every time his father Chang Baichuan went out to work, his mother would hug him and say with a smile: Your father went out to buy you something delicious.

In fact, he remembered the scene where his mother Guo Huiying often wiped her tears secretly, but he just didn't say it and kept it in his heart.

Chang Zhengyang recalled these memories and really understood the people of this era. They had a strong sense of ownership and mission...

Forget it, I don’t want to think about these heavy things anymore.

"Piggy, shall we play a game?"

"What game is it?"

The little girl was still in a bad mood, so Chang Zhengyang found a red rope and put it on her hand under the little girl's curious gaze.

"Come, big brother will teach you how to play cat's cradle. First we have to do this..."

Chang Baichuan woke up from his sleep. He got up and checked on his wife, then listened for a while. The little girl's laughter echoed in the kitchen, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

The brother and sister were hiding in the kitchen, playing cat's tangle. Chang Zhengyang roasted another sweet potato and they each ate half. The medicine in the medicine jar was almost done, so they poured out the soup, which was just the right amount for a bowl.

Chang Zhengyang held the little girl in one hand and the medicine soup in the other, lifted the door curtain and walked into the main room.

"Dad, how is Mom?"

"The temperature has dropped. Leave the medicine here. I'll feed it to her when she wakes up."

The little girl got down from Chang Zhengyang's arms, tiptoed to Guo Huiying's side, touched her cheek with her little hand, and whispered softly: "Mom, you have to get better soon, Zhuzhu is waiting for you to draw the little man together!"

After the girl finished speaking, she straightened the corners of Guo Huiying's quilt like a little adult.

Chang Zhengyang and his father looked at each other and smiled amusedly and relievedly.

"Okay, Piggy, I'll get you a picture book to read. Mommy's going to sleep."

Chang Zhengyang picked up the little girl and went out. He found a few picture books in Chang Wanyue's room and gave them to her, then started to make lunch.

Not long after, Chang Zhengyang heard Ms. Guo's coquettish voice coming from the main room, saying that the medicine was bitter and too difficult to drink.

Tsk, you’re already old, and you’re still playing this kind of game!

I despise you!

Chang Zhengyang looked at the old turtle soup stewed in the clay pot with an expressionless face. It would be better to give the soup to the little fat boy!

With the careful care of her whole family, Guo Huiying was finally allowed to walk in the yard after three days.

The haze that had been hanging over the Chang family finally disappeared, and the house was filled with laughter again.

The relevant superior leaders also discovered the problem and strictly prohibited all government agencies, factories and schools from blindly organizing employees and students to participate in voluntary labor.

It's not that we don't allow you to participate, but you should stay away from the ice and snow. When spring comes and flowers bloom, we welcome the general public to participate. We cannot let building a reservoir affect other production tasks.

On weekends, the Chang family suddenly became lively as Guo Huiying's students came in groups to visit their teacher Guo.

Most of these students are girls, and they are crowded in the yard, attracting a lot of attention.

Look, the unmarried young men He Yuzhu and Xu Damao from the next door courtyard volunteered to serve tea and water at Chang's house, representing Yu'er Hutong, representing...

Ahem, the short answer is that they are now blinded.

"Damn it, Xu Damao, that bastard..."

He Yuzhu was in the corner, gritting his teeth as he looked at Xu Damao who was doing very well among a group of beautiful girls.

He just didn't understand, were these women possessed by evil spirits?

Chang Zhengyang was eating melon seeds while taking in He Yuzhu's expression.

"What? Don't understand?"

He Yuzhu turned his head to look at the grinning Chang Zhengyang and said in a harsh tone, "Don't you understand?"

"Of course. Back then, uh, I mean, do you know what women are most susceptible to from men?"

"Which one?"

He Yuzhu's attention was immediately drawn, and he looked at Chang Zhengyang nervously and suspiciously.

Could it be that Chang Zhengyang was fooling him?

Tsk, you dare to question my master of pleasure?

Thinking about the fact that my buddy is known as the Little Sea King of North City, and people call him Lord Chang the King of the North Sea!

How can you, a novice who has never even touched a woman's hand, compare to him?

"Since you are so humbly asking for advice, I will be merciful and tell you the ultimate secret to chasing women. That is, you have to be sweet-mouthed!"

"You want to be sweet?"

He Yuzhu subconsciously asked back: "Is it that simple? Don't you want to talk about work, how many people are in the family, how many rooms there are, etc.?"

Ha ha!

Child, you are still too young!

What you said is of course useful, but it is only useful to those bad women, because they like honest men like this the most.

The problem is, when there are fresh and delicious little sisters, who would want to deal with a bad girl who smells like the sea?

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. Anyway, the real example is right in front of you. You can see it for yourself. However, I guess with your understanding and temper, you may never learn it in this lifetime!"

Chang Zhengyang glanced at He Yuzhu who looked unconvinced, shook his head, turned and went into the kitchen to make soup.

Ms. Guo has just recovered from a serious illness and is in need of nourishing her body. She cannot relax at this time and must not leave any sequelae.

He Yuzhu looked at Xu Damao who kept promising movie tickets to those female college students. His eyes turned red with jealousy. He gritted his teeth and approached him again.

He is the successor of Tan cuisine and is proficient in both Tan cuisine and Sichuan cuisine.

Damn it, he just didn't believe it. If Xu Damao could promise movie tickets, his buddy could also promise a plate of braised pork!

Braised pork is much better than a movie ticket that you can’t eat or drink, right?

Wow, what a tough guy!

Chang Zhengyang in the kitchen shook his head. Braised pork? Is this just about a plate of braised pork?

My buddy's handsome face is no match for a mouth smeared with honey. With your stinky mouth, He Yuzhu, you can drive people away when you say nice words.

As Chang Zhengyang expected, after a while, the defeated He Yuzhu walked into the kitchen in a daze.

"Red braised pork is no longer effective, red braised pork is no longer effective..."

"You idiot, go away and stop getting in the way."

Chang Zhengyang pulled He Yuzhu to a corner, then ignored him and let him doubt his life.

Actually, it’s a good thing this way. I hope that after this blow, he can understand himself better and change his bad mouth!

But as the old saying goes, it is easy to change the country but difficult to change one's nature. Unless someone like him who has died once, like He Yuzhu, can change, it is hard to say!