There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

What is anticlimactic...

The street canteen quietly stopped...

Zhou Jiao now feels that this is definitely the best news.

The cafeteria has been in operation for two months, and finally ends quietly at the end of October in the Gregorian calendar.

As the food in street canteens gets worse and worse, many people start to go to work canteens.

In the first half month, everyone was able to survive, at least for dinner, there were nearly full residents in the street canteen restaurant.

With the intensification of unit work and iron-making tasks, gradually less than a month, only some retired and unemployed residents were left for dinner.

Immediately after the county textile factory, brick kiln factory, meat joint factory and other units began to recruit temporary workers, finally in the middle of the second month, some old and frail old ladies and old men were left behind, as well as Zhou Jiao who brought Women dining with milk dolls.

There are no front workers in earth blast furnaces, and there is no such strong labor as material loading workers.

Aunt Wang, full of prayer experience, had to announce that she would go home after eating her rations at the end of the month.

For a while, there were no pots, no knives, no firewood, no coal, no reserves of autumn vegetables, no preparations for winter living supplies, and everyone was in a hurry.

Otherwise, why does Zhou Jiao always think that Mrs. Wang is a good person?

She divided the firewood, briquettes, and autumn vegetables in the cafeteria equally among households.

As for the donated iron pots and knives, no one can do anything. There is still thick black smoke billowing over the county seat, still thinking about iron products? Whoever dares to mention it face to face will definitely be missed. It might not be possible to get a single hair from the cafeteria.

Fortunately, the bowls and chopsticks were not smashed like some places. Everyone in the cafeteria is also used to using lunch boxes in the workplace, which is also a blessing in misfortune.

The vigorous activities that started in mid-August ended in their respective work.

The high efficiency of this community is astonishing and speechless. But no one complained—there are too many full-time employees in the family, and they all work in the workplace.

Lin Juhua also transferred to the textile factory and went to work with the two aunts, and then Shitou and Maisui finally entered the nursery of the textile factory.

Oh, Zhou Jiao felt that her second sister-in-law contributed the most to the disbandment of the kitchen. The accident was caused only because Lin Juhua was the first temporary worker in a textile factory.

For this reason, Zhou Jiao always feels guilty when facing Aunt Wang.

Zhang's father and Zhang's mother went to the elder son's trip, but they didn't smile when they came back.

Zhou Jiao knew that this was an old incident. She could only persuade them with good words and analyze it to the two elders. The rabbit's tail can't grow over there.

Father Zhang and his wife are skeptical of other people's words, but Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao firmly believe in what they say. I didn't see that what the old son and the young daughter-in-law said would never come true?

Letting go of their worries and reviving their spirits, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother showed the ability of being the head of the family.

Father Zhang began to mobilize his sons to secretly chop firewood.

Mother Zhang instructed the two young daughters-in-law to pickle vegetables, and took out the dried eggplant, dried beans, and dried vegetables that they had kept privately.

At this time, the two old people will not feel that it is a pity that the three courtyards in the village are empty.

An old house where a treasure.

Zhou Jiao felt that the two old treasures in her family really planned ahead and commanded them properly.

Through the chimney, hanging curtains...

Inside and out, everything is in order, this is the precious life experience of the two elders.

Soon it was November, and the weather began to cool down in the morning and evening, leaving the heat at noon.

Now even Zhou Jiao couldn't bear the anxiety in her heart. She also started to take her son with her at noon, and secretly went back to her hometown to go up the mountain with Zhang Guoqing.

This weekend, she came to the mountain with Zhang Guoqing again, and she found that many hazelnuts, pine nuts, and chestnuts were scattered on the ground, and it was not related to the rain. It was almost impossible to find traces of fungus and mushrooms. Back to the wooden house on the mountain, the fish in the pond still did not decrease.

Brother, how long has it been since you saw Mr. Wang?

Looking around, Zhang Guoqing suddenly heard her question and turned to look at her, Are you wondering why they didn't go up the mountain? The mountain over there is said to have iron ore, and the village has repaired a lot of stoves at once. I guess it will be a king The old man and their son are being used as the main force and cannot go up the mountain.

Zhou Jiao understood after hearing it. A dozen or so old hunters from several villages near Zhangjiacun were not free, together with Mr. Wang and the others. No wonder no one goes up the mountain, there are still a lot of pine nuts and fish.

After the autumn harvest this year, the canteen will be built immediately. Even the young men, young girls and young wives in each village will be organized into a militia. Except for the dry goods at the foot of the mountain below, no one on the mountain has time to come up. But I see it quickly, other The village doesn't know, but the old captain will definitely organize people to go up the mountain before the snow falls.

After Zhang Guoqing finished speaking, he glanced at the pond, then at Zhou Jiao.

Zhou Jiao pursed her lips and smiled, Just follow your mind. Keep your virtues!

Good daughter-in-law! Let's catch a big fish and show it to my son. Son, do you think it's okay?

Ping An nodded and pointed to the water surface of the pond.

My son is getting more and more difficult to open the mouth. Son, what else do you want to go up the mountain to catch? Tell Dad, besides your mother, you are the biggest today, you have the final say.

Like Zhou Jiao, Pingan frowned slightly, looked around, and shook his head.

This expression made Zhang Guoqing laugh out loud, and patted the child on his chest, You have to speak. If you don't speak, Dad doesn't understand what you mean.

No meat. I want meat.

Zhang Guoqing shook his head at Zhou Jiao. Why does this kid like meat so much. The family did not deduct his food, it was simply a special offering among special offerings.

Zhou Jiao smiled, Okay, I'll take you to fight meat later. But there are wolves, so you can't move.

Zhang Guoqing saw his son tense up when he heard the wolf, and quickly patted him, It's okay. Dad is holding Ping An, don't be afraid. Grandma Wolf can't beat Dad.

Hearing this, Ping An smiled, Father is amazing.

We are better at Ping An. We can talk before we are one year old, which is very remarkable. Even better than Dad.

Hearing the child giggle, Zhang Guoqing patted his little head, and asked Zhou Jiao, who was following happily, Jiaojiao, do you plan to celebrate the lunar calendar or the national calendar for the first birthday of Ping An?

It's still the lunar calendar. Parents and the others remember the lunar calendar.

Okay. Let's have two birthdays every year. Zhang Guoqing said, stroking his son's head with pity. His son was wronged. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, he would definitely open a running table. If in the previous life, he would not be afraid of others knowing about his son's genius, he would have to hide it.

Looking at his face, Zhou Jiao persuaded: It's good for the child to be safe. Don't worry about the ceremony. The excitement is for others to see, and we can live our own lives. This time, I told my parents not to come here because I was worried about those people in the capital. I came here and found out that the child is early wisdom. One year old is the catch week, do you think it is necessary for us to be safe? I think it would be good to let him eat longevity noodles, what a good omen.”

Zhang Guoqing looked at her teasingly. Ever since the girl ate the longevity noodles made by her aunt and grandma that day, she has been thinking about it all the time. On his birthday, he actually ran over to ask the oldest second grandmother in the village to cook noodles by herself. How superstitious!

Who are you going to make noodles this time?

Zhou Jiao laughed straight, I won't tell you yet.

How much her man resented who made the noodles, and she always remembered it. She personally burned too many longevity noodles for Zhang Guoqing, fearing that it would not work. This year, the old lady was specially invited here for his safety and longevity.