There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Mrs. Wang is very angry!

Listening to the annunciation of gongs and drums on the street, Aunt Wang was even more angry!

Refining is useless...

Consecutive refining waste...

Aunt Wang was helpless, and began to seek scriptures everywhere.

At this time, Lin Juhua, who was delivering the meal, took the opportunity to secretly whisper in Zhou Jiao's ear: The third grandpa asked you to go back to either of you.

Zhou Jiao nodded.

Watching Lin Juhua leave, Zhou Jiao held the tortilla and sighed.

Little rain, and it still hasn't rained. The old captain looked for them, but they couldn't change the rain. Burning the stove, she didn't know when to stop.

She took a hard bite of the corn flakes and swallowed them with water.

After a while, Zhou Jiao immediately stood up and walked out.

Since last week, Zhang Guoqing's unit has been put into work, and the blast furnace is still burning, but it has become a job for temporary workers.

Zhou Jiao is really envious. I really want to listen to her father and run away.

Before arriving at the place, Zhang Guoqing came out with his son in his arms.

Oh, are you willing to come here? I was just looking for you, so come home with me first.

Zhou Jiao shook her head, Let's talk about it here. I'm afraid I can't bear to come out. Aunt Wang is very angry these days, so don't bump into the wooden warehouse. I came here to tell you, the old captain asked us to go back.

Zhang Guoqing said in a low voice: If you stay here for a month or so at most, this event will be obsolete. If you're bored, just watch the fun. Old Captain, let's see if you have time tomorrow.

Well. What do you want from me?

Zhang Guoqing held up Ping An, My son and I miss you. We have tortillas and cabbage in clear water again at noon? This year we don't have a chance to make miso or pickles. Mother must be in a hurry.

Zhou Jiao thought for a while, gritted her teeth and said, I must go back to the village tomorrow. If I don't go back, all the things in the yard will be ruined. There are also chestnuts in the dense forest. I can't sleep when I think about it.

Zhang Guoqing laughed straight, Okay. Then I'll take you back.

The couple chatted all the way and teased the children. Such a scene made Zhou Jiao miss the free and easy days even more.

Before dawn the next morning, Zhou Jiao sat on the back of Zhang Guoqing's bicycle with the child in her arms and went back to the village.

The husband and wife first finished harvesting their own backyard, cleaned it, and found the old captain.

The old captain, who had always been smiling, was now frowning. When he saw Zhang Guoqing's family, he squeezed out an ugly smile and dragged him into the back room.

Xiao Wu, the third grandpa doesn't play tricks on you either. You tell the truth to the third grandpa. When can this stove be stopped? Now everyone is not in the mood to work in the field. If you don't do the work in the field, what will you eat next year? In addition, it hasn't rained since the beginning of autumn, and the third grandfather is so worried that he can't sleep all night.

Zhang Guoqing discussed with Zhou Jiao last night, and he said: The stove will not be able to stop for a while. Who dares to ask for it? I think the county will end at the beginning of winter at most. If there is no firewood, then cut down trees. It will be a big winter. You can’t use the firewood, right? You can only drag it slowly.”

The old captain nodded after listening, I think so too, but no one discusses it. You say that, I have a bottom line in my heart.

Zhang Guoqing thought about it and said, Third Grandpa, how is the food in the village cafeteria now? In our street, we have changed to corn cakes and clear water cabbage. Each person is rationed according to the ration.

Good boy! The old captain stood up, patted Zhang Guoqing and laughed, The villages around us are saving rations. It's not raining, so no one dares to mess around. Even if there are thorns, the family suppresses them. We old people Guys have gone through those years and know the truth about it.

Zhang Guoqing nodded with a smile on hearing this, The management of the county seat is tight now, so I'll leave first if it's okay.

It's okay. I won't delay your business. Remember that as long as the stove is turned off in the county, please send me a message. Remember?

Zhang Guoqing walked behind him and talked. Not to mention communication, as soon as the stove was turned off, his parents would run home without waiting for a minute.

Standing at the foot of Beishan, Zhang Guoqing looked at the bare area nearby, and his heart was full of sadness. Looking up at the Daqing Mountain in the distance, I feel better.

Fortunately, he didn't kill the wolves. If there were no wolves howling, it is estimated that a few villages in the surrounding area would act, and Daqingshan would no longer be Daqingshan.

Tying the child to his chest, Zhang Guoqing carried Zhou Jiao on his back and ran quickly. Weighing her weight again, he felt powerless.

Stepping into the dense forest again, in this familiar place, the couple finally felt the joy of freedom. The family can laugh without any scruples, and there is no need to hide the precocious wisdom of the children.

Jiaojiao, what are your plans for your son's first birthday? Do you want to go for a walk?

Zhou Jiao sighed, Then I don't know what will happen again. Let's talk about it.

Seeing his worried face after speaking, Zhou Jiao held hands and made faces at him to make the father and son laugh, and she was relieved.

Autumn is really the season of harvest, and the mountains full of supplies made Zhou Jiao forget the time and worry for a while.

Zhang Guoqing wanted to show his son how to hunt, so he re-adjusted the straps so that he was facing forward, and he was hunting pheasants and hares around with small stones.

He is very proud of his son. If it wasn't for the fact that the child was young, he really planned to pass on his hunting skills to his son.

After eating a barbecue, I relieved my greed. At noon, the family did not return to the village, and sneaked back to the county seat.

In the county town, Zhang's mother packed corn cakes in a lunch box, and took Zhang's father to the old son's house.

My child, it doesn't matter if we leave like this? Or stay there, anyway, knocking stones is not tiring.

Mother Zhang said in a low voice: In the past few days, all the iron lumps were put into the furnace to be re-smelted, and the piles of stones that were knocked out did not move. Except for the group of people who burned the furnace, we all started to walk around, it doesn't matter.

After opening the yard gate, Father Zhang and his wife entered the Westinghouse.

Mother Zhang subconsciously opened the cabinet, took a look, and said with a smile: Father, take a look at what your old son has prepared. It's really complete. He doesn't worry that it will be broken if we don't come here.

Father Zhang stretched his head over to take a look. The drawer was stuffed with a few packets of fried dried fruit, dried tofu, and a few packets of pastries... Then he glanced at the small wine jar on the floor.

He smiled happily and said, He and Jiaojiao are worried that we won't have enough to eat. Didn't you see that Jiaojiao sneaks us food every time we open a meal. They will definitely bring back the meat later. Wife, let's have a drink... ...

Father, mother, are you at home?

Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is coming soon. Hearing the shouts outside, Father Zhang happily shouted for Zhang Guoqing and the others to come in quickly.

As soon as Zhang Guoqing and the others came in, as father Zhang expected, Zhou Jiao took out two lunch boxes and put them on the kang table, with four or five large mud balls thrown on the ground.

Mother Zhang didn't bother to look at the chicken legs in the lunch box, she asked in disbelief: These balls on the ground are not meat? Have you gone up the mountain?

Hearing this, Ping An in her arms immediately pointed to the mud ball on the ground, Eat...eat meat...

Good grandson, do you still have meat for grandma?

Ping An immediately shook his head, It's gone... It's gone...

It made Zhang's mother and Zhang's father laugh out loud.

Father Zhang teased his grandson, drank the wine poured by his old son, and listened to the conversation between his wife and daughter-in-law. He felt that the days were getting better and better.