There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

At the dinner table, Zhao Chuanguang ate a mouthful of steamed buns and drank a mouthful of porridge, focusing on his two sons. The eldest son is handsome and talented, and he has already entered Harbin Institute of Technology, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

Then look at the youngest son who is doing nothing when he drinks porridge, so sad. Why do you still look like you haven't grown up?

The 16-year-old Zhao Lihui sat upright when his father glanced at him, but his heart felt numb. I really don't know if his father has some bad ideas to torment himself.

Most half of this summer vacation has passed, and I have a task for you...

Before Zhao Chuanguang finished speaking, he was immediately interrupted by a knock on the door. Zhao Lihui was so happy that he planned to thank the unexpected visitor, he winked at his elder brother...

Godfather godmother, it's me...

Little uncle, I am Ping An...

Hearing this, Zhao Lihui immediately jumped up and rushed out, the stool fell to the ground with a bang, no one paid attention, he had already rushed to the door, and the family also ran to the door in surprise.

Sister, brother-in-law, Xiao Ping'an. It's really you... Aww...

Pingan was picked up by him, giggling happily, hugged Zhao Lihui's neck tightly, and complained to Zhao Liyang who was stroking his head without saying a word: Uncle, you haven't written to me yet?

Zhao Liyang: My uncle has been very busy these past few months, and he just wanted to visit you during the Chinese New Year.

Well, I forgive you.

Zhao Liyang laughed happily and said, Thank you little nephew! Uncle will take you to play, okay?

Zhao Lihui followed up and said: Brother, let's take Xiaopingan to grandpa's house and let them see what a beautiful doll is.

Little uncle, I'm a man, not a milk doll...

Over there, Huang Huimin pulled Zhou Jiao to press on the stool, and complained, Why didn't you notify us to pick you up? Are you tired? After finishing speaking, she walked towards the kitchen without waiting for her answer.

Seeing this, Zhou Jiao hurriedly followed.

Zhao Chuanguang patted Zhang Guoqing on the shoulder with a smile on his face, and praised: Good boy, you did a good job! Your Uncle Wang and the others have praised me many times in front of me, keep up the good work!

Zhang Guoqing said with a smile: Godfather, I'm still far behind. How is the time going? The prince didn't bother you, did he?

Zhao Chuanguang smiled and shook his head, Don't worry! Who is your godfather?

How many uncles?

Looking at his caring eyes, Zhao Chuanguang smiled happily and said, Everything is fine! How long will you be back this time?

I don't know what's going on at home now, so I'll go back and have a look first.

I went to the county some time ago. Your parents are doing well, but they still live alone in the small courtyard. Your second brother goes there three times a day, and your eldest brother is still in the provincial capital. You can go and see later.

Zhang Guoqing smiled gratefully and nodded. Zhao Chuanguang treats himself the same as his son, and it is too light and unfamiliar to say thank you between them.

Thinking of something, he patted his forehead in frustration, and hurried to pick up a big bag. This was a gift specially prepared for Zhao Chuanguang when he smuggled out halfway. Otherwise, getting on and off the car with such a big sack of precious things, he would not be out of control.

Zhang Guoqing opened the bag, winked at Zhao Chuanguang, and smiled and took out a 20-jin wine jar with dirt on it. Sure enough, Zhao Chuanguang laughed happily.

Godfather, take a look at what's inside again? I was buried in the yard when I went to the capital, and the effect of the medicine should come out. You remember that you can only drink a small cup every day.

When Zhao Chuanguang heard the words, he opened the seal of the wine jar, and a strong scent of medicinal wine wafted up his nostrils, and the whole living room was filled with the aroma. He stretched his head to look in, and glanced at Zhang Guoqing in surprise.

Zhang Guoqing smiled and whispered in his ear: I got the tiger penis that year, and with the stock in my house, I asked Mr. Wang to prepare the medicinal materials for me. This time, I opened two jars and buried them in the ground.

Zhao Chuanguang remembered that the kid even gave him a tiger that year, so it was not surprising that he would not try his best to get something good if he had something good.

He touched the wine jar distressedly, Can your dad drink twenty catties by himself?

Zhang Guoqing laughed happily, knowing that he was thinking about the wine in the hands of the old man, he quickly comforted him: Don't be afraid, it's still buried at home, I'll bring it to you after you finish drinking. I'll go to Mr. Wang's house again this time. Come on, maybe there will be something to gain.

Forget it, it's too troublesome. How much you do is not enough for us brothers. Did your father also pretend to be your Uncle Wang? Seeing Zhang Guoqing nodding, Zhao Chuanguang carefully walked into the room with the wine jar in his arms, Later, I’ll give you a couple of catties for your four uncles, and I’ll have to hide the rest first.”

Zhang Guoqing shook his head with a smile, and shouted to the two brother-in-laws in the room beside him, Why are you running inside? Come out first.

Zhao Liyang took the first step to pick up Ping An and went out, and said with a smile, Brother-in-law, you can't blame us for avoiding you. I'm really worried that my nephew will get drunk after smelling the alcohol.

Shh...don't say it outside.

Zhao Liyang nodded with a smile, watched him take something out of the sack, and said quickly: Brother-in-law, don't take it away, save it for my nephew. We don't eat snacks when we are so old.

Zhang Guoqing scolded with a smile, What kind of adult is a brat pretending to be?

Brother-in-law, I'm eighteen.

In my eyes, you are still a brat at 80!

Ping An happily giggled.

Zhang Guoqing took out two cans of malted milk, two bags of milk powder, and a large bag of unpacked chocolate, and asked Zhao Lihui to hide them in their room and eat slowly.

Brother-in-law, give these good things to Ping An...

Ping An didn't wait for him to finish, and said with a smile: Little uncle, my father brought them from a long way away just for you. I still have some at home.

Zhao Lihui joked: Don't you feel bad?

Give it to my little uncle, I don't feel bad at all, others can't. After Ping An finished speaking, he told him worriedly, These things are expensive, so don't give them to outsiders.

My nephew is so smart, and my uncle is not stupid!

Ping An watched him carry him away with a smile, but felt distressed in his heart. Tell yourself secretly that the second grandpa's family is different from others. He ate a lot of what they sent over. Well, his grandfather said reciprocity!

Zhang Guoqing carried the remaining large bag of flour to the kitchen.

The noodles in the pot in the kitchen were tumbling, Huang Huimin was busy with her hands, and she could not stop talking to Zhou Jiao. When she saw him coming in with something, she didn't say anything, and pointed to the cellar, asking him to put it in.

Zhang Guoqing opened the cellar door without her ordering, took four dried noodles from the bag and put them on the stool, and put the flour in the cellar inner tank.

Why are there so many things this time? Is there enough food for the family?

Zhang Guoqing clapped his hands and said with a smile: There's nothing you can do if you don't have enough to eat. Godmother, I give you four gifts. Your daughter won't suffer from marrying me, right?

Huang Huimin laughed happily and nodded repeatedly.

Zhou Jiao smiled and said, Godmother, don't listen to his nonsense. I heard from my aunt that food rations are still very scarce in places other than the capital, so we went to the black market to buy some. Why didn't you tell me the truth in your letter?

Huang Huimin smiled and shook her head, Our family can still make up for it. At first, your godfather couldn't buy anything when he went to the countryside. Later, Liu Laosan helped, and with the subsidies from the old man at home, the food was not bad.

Zhang Guoqing paused, Didn't the canteens be disbanded last year in the countryside and divided into private plots? How could they not be able to buy them? Coarse grains can still be bought in the suburbs of Beijing.

There should be regional differences. I heard that we have a bumper harvest in the countryside this year, but there is not much left after paying the public grain. There are also a few villages close to the provincial capital. How much? Some production teams have raised task pigs, and the food shortage situation cannot be solved for a while, and it can only be better than the previous two years.

Zhang Guoqing glanced at Zhou Jiao.

Zhou Jiao shook her head slightly. She knew what he was worried about. Regarding Zhangjiacun, let's talk about it after they go back and have a look. Her godmother stayed in the provincial capital every day and didn't go to the countryside, it was also hearsay.