There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

After an exam, Zhang Guoqing's house ushered in a peak period of crowds.

At this time in the past, large and small fairs have already started, and adults and children can still go to the fairs and join in the fun, which is considered a good place to go.

The market is closed today, and the children are on vacation. Apart from playing on the ice cart in the heavy snow, there is no corn to rub at home. Zhang's grandchildren and several grandchildren all crowded into the small courtyard.

The weather is very cold in heavy snow days. This year, other houses are not like Zhang Guoqing's house. The fire wall and heated kang make the main room warm like spring, and you don't need to wear a few clothes inside.

Xizi and the others didn't go home even after beating him to death. Every night, there are children with big and small heads next to each other on the two kangs in the west room and the study room.

A few days later, Li Qinglin and Zhang Yuntao of Audio-Technica carried rations and a change of clothes and moved into the small courtyard, occupying the remaining wooden bed in Westinghouse.

Zhao Yuanyuan was very angry. She was late for a while, and the only room was occupied. She can't squeeze onto Zhou Jiao's family's kang, can she? No way, she slept next to the children.

Honeycomb is indeed better than briquettes.

Aunt Wang on the left neighbor had been talking about the honeycomb briquettes for several months, which finally made her feel so regretful that her intestines were green. Looking at the Zhang family and Chen family not far away, she comforted herself that fortunately she could visit.

Huang Juan was the happiest. Although her family doesn't have Zhang Guoqing's strong labor force, they can make a lot of honeycomb briquettes in time. She just said, since the higher-ups let people use briquettes, and even Zhang Guoqing, who has always been shrewd, agrees, they must follow.

She squinted at her lover Chen triumphantly. Look, she is competent in the house, right? So far this year, no one in my family has suffered from frostbite.

Cheerful laughter emanates from the small courtyard of the Zhang family every day, which attracts the nearby children to gather slowly, and the retired old man and old lady often come to the door.

Snowball fights, making snowmen, making ice lanterns, eagles catching chickens, catching Galaha, let the children have enough addiction; listening to dramas, listening to storytelling, chatting about homework, picking up shoe soles, and occasionally visiting the neighborhood together, let Zhang's father and mother The old man couldn't close his mouth with a smile every day. For a while, everyone seemed to forget about the lack of food, and celebrated the festival ahead of schedule.

Zhou Jiao was in pain and joy. The son has playmates every day, and when he is happy, he even falls asleep with a smile on his face. The father-in-law and mother-in-law have friends, and they are happy all day long, and they no longer make trouble.

The only thing that makes her suffer is the things in the space, which can be touched and seen, but cannot be eaten. Thinking of the smell, she dared not use it at all. But every day it was wild vegetable buns, corn cakes, sweet potato porridge, or sauerkraut soup, which made her stomach hurt.

Zhou Jiao often laughs at herself to Zhang Guoqing. Even if she became a monk and practiced in advance, all she had to do was guard a green lantern and a wooden fish. It made Zhang Guoqing both distressed and funny.

As the days passed, Li Qinglin and Zhang Yuntao went to their parents' house to celebrate the New Year. Before Zhou Jiao could envy her, Zhao Yuanyuan followed her twin brother to her natal home.

The departure of the four relieved Zhou Jiao's burden, but it also increased her longing for her father in the capital. In particular, Lin Lishan sent a private letter to tell Zhou Jiao that her father was so busy every day that he lost weight.

Everyone in the world has selfishness. She suspected that her father had contributed all the things her father brought back. It doesn't matter if her villain's heart measures a gentleman's belly, she even doubts whether her mother Lin Lishan also moved things to her mother's house. All kinds of worries made her miss her father even more.

It was related to Zhou Xiaozheng, who was her only relative in the two lifetimes. The next day, Zhou Jiao ran to the provincial capital to send something to Mrs. Cheng at the risk.

If we say, who else in the capital treats Zhou Xiaozheng sincerely?

Zhou Jiao felt that Mrs. Cheng was the only one. Aside from family interests, the only one who treats their father and daughter sincerely is the old lady alone.

Although Zhou Jiao recognized her mother from the bottom of her heart. But the conversation before the accident that day, Lin Lishan's approval of her natal family, and her suspicion of Zhou Xiaozheng still left a shadow on Zhou Jiao.

After the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, after receiving the supplies from the three sons' homes, Zhang's father and Zhang mother took a cart of children and returned to their hometown in the village's sledge cart.

Whether it is beautiful or not, the hometown is water; if you are close, you are the people of the hometown. The hometown, in the hearts of Zhang's father and mother, is their Zhangjia Village. No matter how good the county town is, what they miss is the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

Standing at the gate, the couple heaved a sigh of relief as the ox cart turned and disappeared.

Zhang Guoqing looked at the child in his arms, it was really abnormal today, he thought there was another crying scene.

Son, why don't you make a fuss and go back with Grandpa and the others?

Ping An opened his mouth and said, Noisy.

Zhou Jiao pursed her lips and smiled sullenly. She knows her son very well. Not just for being noisy, but more for being stingy. He dislikes others touching his comic book, touching his toys, and sharing his food.

At the beginning, there were more children, and it became lively all of a sudden. He was very happy and generous. But when he found out that his fruit had to be distributed to others, and everything had to be distributed to others, it was no surprise that he was happy.

Zhang Guoqing carried his son into the yard, Well, it's really noisy. But you don't want grandpa and grandma?

I don't want to. My candy was given to my brother by my grandma.

Zhou Jiao couldn't be happy when she heard that, how could she hold grudges at such a young age? Ping An, grandma loves you the most. If I know you think so, I will be very sad. There is so much sugar in the house, so grandma distributes it to my brothers. Isn't grandma reluctant to give others the few apples, and leave them all for you to eat?

Ping An lowered his head and said, But many brothers didn't give me anything.

Zhang Guoqing shook his head at her and patted the child's head, In the future, grandma will share your things, and you tell grandma that you don't want to. Do you know? Ping'an did a good job this time. He didn't cry when he was upset. He is a good boy. .”

He didn't feel that Ping An did something wrong. Others don't know that they have space in their home, and everything is in short supply now. Who doesn't let the child hold tightly to the things in his hands. Several nephews and nephews came here with rations, but he subsidized more. Except for the two sisters who often brought some snacks over, the two brothers and sisters-in-law came to the door empty-handed.

Dad, I really want to eat meat.

As soon as Ping An finished speaking, the distressed Zhang Guoqing almost shed tears. These days, for the sake of safety, he really wronged his son. Such a small person told him that no one could smell it, and the child never mentioned what he wanted to eat.

Okay. You can eat whatever you want. Mom and Dad are hiding it.

Zhou Jiao looked at the father and son with a headache. With such a father, no wonder his son is stingy.

Holding his son up, Zhang Guoqing laughed loudly with the child's laughter, Daughter-in-law, Jiaojiao, wife, don't worry. Our son is not stingy, he has principles.

Zhou Jiao couldn't help laughing. Pet it, pet it if you love it. Save the old saying that the child is hungry and thin in the middle of the night.

In the following days, Zhou Jiao asked Zhang Guoqing to go out to work and lock the door outside in order to avoid people coming to visit. Not to mention that Pingan felt noisy, she also felt a little noisy.