Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

Lying in the bed, Zhang Xingming was still touching his stomach, holding on. After rebirth, it was the first time he ate such a delicious thing.The elder brother was even more unbearable, and fell asleep on his back on the kang within a few minutes after eating, and his grandma didn't wake up after undressing him and stuffing him under the bed.After eating, the blood goes to the stomach, and the child basically falls down after eating too much.

Veal, so delicious.

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Chapter 20 Eating Popsicles and Taking Pictures

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In fact, including the last life, Zhang Xingming has lived here in Zhangjiabao for more than ten years, but there is one thing that he still hasn't figured out.

The team is watching a movie tonight, the team has a meeting today, the team divides the meat today, the team counts work points today, who builds a house in the fort, when the beam will be erected, whose child will leave when he becomes a soldier, and so on and so on.

At this time, there is no phone call, but why do grandma and grandpa always know in advance or immediately, and never delay things?

Zhang Xingming knew in his heart that someone must have come to Nangou to deliver the letter, but it was so far away, it was too timely, and it didn't matter how big or small it was.

For example, today, just after breakfast (during the slack season, breakfast is usually eaten at eight or nine o'clock, and dinner is at three or four o'clock in the afternoon), grandma went to the kang and opened the old-fashioned clamshell wooden box on the kang cabinet.

This box is quite old, and the locks on it are made of pure copper, the kind with carved patterns, and the lock is also an old-fashioned pure copper padlock, which is hard to see now.

This box is full of grandma's treasures, it will not be opened easily, and it is the only thing in this house that is locked every day.

Zhang Xingming knew that there were two fur coats of grandma, gold and silver jewelry, photos, and family money inside.

At that time, there was no passbook, and all the money was hidden in cash at home, but at that time, the family was poor and there was not much.

If the things in grandma's box can be stored in the late 90s, I dare not say that there are too many, and it is easy to sell for 10,000+.

However, in Zhang Xingming's memory, the fur coat was sold by grandma's younger brother Bai Nai to smoke opium, the gold and silver jewelry was taken away by a pair of 30 yuan when he went to the ground, and the photos were cut into pieces by Zhang Xingming with scissors. There was nothing in eight years or so.

(Traveling, from the end of the 70s to the 80s, an antique dealer who specialized in collecting old objects at low prices in the countryside)

Grandma opened the box, put her hand in and touched it for a while, and was in a daze for a few minutes, probably remembering her old life or things.

Before and after liberation, my grandma lived a life of listening to music in the theater every day, calling the restaurant to deliver meals every day, wearing a fur and pumping a camel, having her hair permed and putting on makeup for nothing, but she never thought that she would start to suffer when she was old.

Sighing softly, grandma took out a small cloth bag from the box, sat on the kang and opened it layer by layer. Inside was all the money in the family. Zhang Xingming estimated that there could be more than [-] yuan. Dad’s One month's salary.This is a lot in rural areas.

After thinking about it, grandma counted five yuan in change and put it on her body, rolled up the rest and put it in the box, locked it, carefully put the key in the small pocket of her underwear, and patted it.

Then he got off the kang and said to the two brothers: "Come on, let's go into the castle, eat popsicles, and take a picture of you."

My brother shouted excitedly, jumped off the kang a few times and put on his shoes. Zhang Xingming slowly climbed down the kang and put on his shoes. My brother kept saying, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Zhang Xingming analyzed in his heart that he didn't care about the anxious brother, he didn't see anyone this morning, how did grandma know that the popsicles were sold in the fort today?How did you know that you came to take pictures today?so amazing.

The three of them entered the fort along the driveway, and from a distance, they saw a Dajiefang parked under the big willow tree, surrounded by a group of people, and the children were watching, talking, laughing and crying, and some children were holding They were eating popsicles, while some were just watching and licking their lips.

Walking over, grandma took out the money and bought two popsicles to share with the two brothers, each for three cents.

At this time, the popsicles are really popsicles, that is, water mixed with sugar and some emulsifiers to freeze into ice, two centimeters wide and one centimeter thick, less than ten centimeters long, with a bamboo stick inserted in it, exposing the two centimeters handle.

This kind of popsicle melts very fast, and it starts to drip after a few bites.Because it is too hard to bite, the child eats slowly, so after taking a small bite or two, he has to keep sucking the bottom of the popsicle, otherwise it will disappear.

A popsicle is mostly sucked like this. After eating, your hands will be sticky, and if you are not careful, it will drip all over your clothes.

Even so, this is also the happy memory of the children at that time. That kind of happiness is something that children in later generations cannot enjoy when they eat ice cream that costs a few yuan.

Zhang Xingming took a popsicle and took a bite. It tasted good. Things from this era are genuine.

Then Zhang Xingming handed it to his grandma. Grandma shook his head and refused, but Zhang Xingming refused to do it. He insisted on letting her eat. Grandma smiled and took a bite. Delicious, toothache, grandma, you can eat."

The elder brother held the popsicle and sucked it, his eyes swayed as Zhang Xingming and grandma passed the popsicle back and forth.

In the end, Zhang Xingming took two small bites of the popsicle, his grandma ate some, and his brother ate the rest.

There was a daughter-in-law nearby who said good things: "Auntie, this is Zhang Laosan's child, he is really sensible, and he is filial at first sight." Grandma laughed and said, "Well, this second son has been sensible since he was a child. , It’s so good.” The elder brother was not happy when he heard this, and went out with his white eyes.

After eating popsicles and washing their hands in the river, grandma led the two brothers into the yard of the first family under the willow tree.This is the yard of the boss of Lao Zhong's family.

At this time, their house was a brick and tile house, with red bricks hooked together, the abutments plastered with cement, and large glass windows with blue paint on the window frames.

The lower half of the wall was plastered with cement to form a wall enclosure more than one meter high, on which fragments of plates and bowls were inlaid with flower-shaped patterns. (At that time, when building a house in the countryside, a foundation was first built with stones, one and a half meters above the ground, and then the house was built on top of it. This was to prevent water from pouring into the house and also to prevent moisture.)

The tiles are large square tiles in the Northeast, and there is a tile-making machine in the team, which is basically idle there. It was not until a few years later, when more brick houses were built in the village, that someone dedicated themselves to selling tiles every day, and the income was from the team. But few people saw the money.

The walls of the house are covered with white ash, which is a very luxurious wall decoration in the countryside these days. It is snow-white and snow-white. Compared with the yellow walls and black roof full of newspapers in all villagers' homes, it is quite impressive.

Several glass frames hang on the wall, containing dozens of photos of their family.These days, there may be some people who have never had a photo taken in their entire life, and it only costs [-] cents a piece, and few people are willing to do so.

You must know that most people can't earn ten yuan in cash a year at this time.

Boss Zhong is the captain, and his home is where the team works. There are many people in the room, smoking cigarettes and drinking tea, making a lot of noise.

Grandma led the two brothers into the house, and someone stood up and greeted: "Auntie is here, haha, what's the matter?"

Grandma pointed to the two brothers and said, "Take a picture of the child." Someone nearby said, "Aunt Zhang is rich, this daughter is in the city, she is different from us." Grandma said, "How rich is she? As rich as you? This is the last time his father came to leave a few dollars for a picture of the child."

Some people commented: "Now in the city, they have more than 30 yuan a month, right? Working in a factory as a worker is more than what we earn in the field."

"What's so much? I can't get enough to eat, I have to buy everything, I have to pay for everything, and I have nothing. That money is not enough for food alone, and I don't even have a vacation all year round.

Wasn't his second child also in the factory?Didn't the back end ask someone to come back, or let's farm the land more practically, so we can eat enough.The eldest of his family died early, otherwise he would definitely have to come back.

Alas, I remember that he was demobilized just now, didn't he come back?Why did you go to work in the city again? "

"His old man doesn't want to see him, he doesn't give him anything, he doesn't have a place to live, why don't he go back to the city? Isn't there a house for him over there?"

"Pull it down. It's not as big as a stove house. If you ask me to go, I won't go. There's nothing I can do."

"That's right, these days, whoever can get close enough to go to the city, the name is good, but the stuff is not worth it."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about other people's business, everyone has their own blessings. What is going on with this matter? Can we discuss it? I have been urged several times." Boss Zhong interrupted several times Personal discussion, dragging the words to their business.

"What's the matter? You can do what you say, what can you do? I don't have any opinion on how to do it. I listen to you, and you can say what to do."

Boss Zhong lit a cigarette, turned his body and shouted to the outside of the house: "Little Guang, Little Photon."

Boss Zhong pointed to the two brothers Zhang Xingming and said, "Go to the back room and take two pictures of Aunt Zhang's children." .”

Grandma dragged Zhang Xingming and his brothers back to follow him, and Boss Zhong shouted in the room: "You'll get fifty cents, don't pay eight cents, Aunt Zhang is not an outsider." Zhang Xingming curled his lips.

The camera in the photo studio at that time was a huge box type, with a cannon-like lens in the front and a wooden box in the back.

The photographer is behind the box, covering his upper body with a black cloth to adjust the light. After adjusting the light, he turns off the lens, touches the blackness and installs the bottom glass, drills out, and holds the shutter release cable: “Shoot it, get ready, flash the light, After being arranged in a good position and posture, the people who were photographed all the time could not move at all, and the moment they moved, they would become immobile.

Old Zhong's house is not that kind of photo studio equipment, it's a Haiou 120/4b, belonging to the team.This machine was regarded as a relatively advanced camera in China at that time.