Rebirth 80: Start by earning money to build a brick house

When the bicycle reached the end of the village, Zhang Ziming was already greeted by familiar villagers.

They were both envious and fond of the young man Zhang Ziming who once again appeared in front of the big guys on a bicycle.

Although I don’t have the idea of ​​​​"having a child like this", I guess it is very close.

When Zhang Ziming pushed his bicycle into the courtyard of his home (that's what courtyards at home are called in rural areas in the north), the old mother who was washing clothes wiped her hands on her body and shouted:

"My son, you are finally back"

When his mother's hands were placed on Zhang Ziming's face, Zhang Ziming was happy.

Being able to be reborn and face his old mother again is something that is hard to exchange for a lot of money.

When the father and sister in the room heard the sound, they all ran out, especially his sister, whose happiness was written all over her face.

Especially when Zhang Ziming took out fruit candies, White Rabbit toffee and a beautiful hair tie from his bag.

I guess in my sister Zhang Ziyao's heart, she is the best brother in the world.

Although his father didn't say anything, he smoked the cigarette bag more vigorously.

The younger brother Ziyue is very unlucky.

I'm still in school at this time, so I can only wait to meet at noon on Saturday.

If there are no special circumstances at that time, I will still pick him up.

After Zhang Ziming unloaded his things, he was surrounded by his family and entered the house.

Dad asked me where I went on this trip and whether it went well;

I would like to ask if you are hungry during this trip, or if you have met any bad people;

My sister would also say something from time to time: Brother, every bag of yours is bulging, what else is there, take it out and take a look.

His sister was right. Zhang Ziming first took out the ready-made clothes he bought for his parents.

This confused the old couple.

I'm probably thinking:

It’s not the Chinese New Year yet, what clothes should I buy?

Even if it’s the Chinese New Year and you’re already this age, you don’t have to buy clothes, right?

Even if I want to buy new clothes, I just pull out a piece of cloth and sew them at home.

My wife shouted directly:

"Hey, Zi Ming, what are you spending this money on? Why don't you take it back and refund it? Your father and I can't wear it."

Zhang Ziming ignored his parents' happy complaints.

Because Zhang Ziming knows:

Although my parents are complaining about spending money indiscriminately at this time, they must be happy and happy in their hearts.

Parents will not express their filial piety to their children, but will only enjoy the family happiness in their hearts.

Of course, when meeting neighbors, other people in the same village, or outsiders, they will naturally say it clearly:

"My son bought this for me. He was not allowed to buy it, so he had to buy it for me."

He will also cheerfully show an expression of unwillingness.

In fact, everyone knows how happy I feel.

So, thinking of this, Zhang Ziming pushed his parents to the back room.

You have to put on new clothes and check them out. Although the size will not be wrong, you still have to put them on and check them out.

Only when they put on new clothes can parents feel truly happy.

When one of the parents came out wearing a new set of clothes, both of them were nervous and restrained, and they didn't know where to put their hands.

Zhang Ziming took a look and found that the size fit him perfectly.

When his parents were about to go into the room to change into new clothes, Zhang Ziming stopped them.

Why do you need to change out of your new clothes when you have just put them on? Just wear them today and we will talk about it tomorrow when we go to the field.

This made Zhang Ziming's father no longer dare to smoke the pipe, for fear of getting it stained or accidentally burning holes.

Just when her parents were feeling constrained and unnatural in their new clothes, sister Zhang Ziyao pouted and asked in a low voice:

"Brother, do I have new clothes?"

Zhang Ziyao felt that since her brother had given her candy and hair ties, she must not have gotten any new clothes, right?But I was a little unwilling to do so, so my voice was very low when I asked questions.

My sister Zhang Ziyao is also 10 years old this year. She is in the third grade of the village primary school. At this age, she is considered to be handsome.

Wearing it every day is gray and patchy, and it really doesn’t look good.

For his younger brothers and sisters, Zhang Ziming did not buy ready-made clothes.

But Zhang Ziming has a sack of "Que Liang". For his younger brothers and sisters, Zhang Ziming plans to use this "Que Liang" to cut cloth and make clothes.

Zhang Ziming did not answer his sister's question, but pointed to the big sack.

When I got home, the big sack hasn't been untied yet.

Zhang Ziyao excitedly ran to the sack and unbuttoned it quickly.

What I was thinking in my mind was: These sacks are all clothes bought for her, right?

Of course, after unbuttoning, Ziyao was also puzzled and asked in confusion:

"Brother, why are there so many cloths? Did you buy them all?"

Father Zhang Zhongren had seen the market and recognized what was in the sack.

Therefore, he frowned and said:

"Ziming, did you buy all these fine fabrics?"

Zhang Ziming did not deny it, of course he bought it himself.

It was just the right time to find a reason for this trip, so he nodded and said:

"Yes, this is what I brought back from my trip this time to sell."

Dad was anxious and said hurriedly:

"Ziming, will your tail be cut off now? Selling it by yourself is not allowed, right?"

Zhang Zi is prepared for tomorrow morning:

"Dad, don't worry about this. If someone comes to exchange it, I will exchange it. I won't sell it."

Dad also muttered:

"Exchange, yes, but I'm afraid it's not allowed to sell."

Zhang Ziming nodded and said:

"Yes, it's just an exchange. You have to bring money to exchange it."

After saying that, he laughed, and his father had a dark look on his face.

Closer to home

Zhang Ziming turned to his old mother and said:

"Mom, please measure Ziyao's size and use this fine cloth to make Ziyao new clothes."

Before I could say anything, my sister danced and said hurriedly:

"Brother, can I choose this piece of material with floral prints?"

The "Que Liang" cloth Zhang Ziming brought this time came in three colors, and it was by no means the black, gray, and blue colors worn by most people in the countryside.

Zhang Ziming felt sorry for his sister, so he touched Ziyao's head and said:

"Do you want this one color? Can you make a set of these three colors in one color?"

Hearing this, Ziyao jumped up happily.

The old mother always felt that it was a bit luxurious, but considering that the old couple had already put on new clothes, she swallowed the words that were already on her lips.

The father had already lit his cigarette bag and still did not speak, but his eyes showed satisfaction with his eldest son.

Just when the family was enjoying themselves, Zhang Ziming's second uncle Zhang Zhongyi also came over.

As he entered the door he shouted:

"Ziming is back? I just heard from the villagers that Ziming is back?"

Zhang Ziming quickly greeted his second uncle, but his second uncle stared at his brother and sister-in-law in front of him with wide eyes.

I heard my second uncle ask curiously and puzzledly:

"Brother, sister-in-law, what are you doing wearing new clothes? Is something wrong?"

Zhang Zhongren and his wife were very happy at this time. They looked conspicuous in their new clothes.

To his second uncle, Zhang Ziming didn't hide anything and said what happened just now.

Then he rolled up a few pieces of cloth and handed them to his second uncle and said:

"Second uncle, take these pieces of cloth. When you go back, you, second aunt, Zihui and Ziliang will all make new clothes and wear them. This is my filial piety to you."

The second uncle knew that Ziming was promising and filial, so he did not refuse.

The iron-clad man is not good at expressing himself, and everything is reflected in his affirmative eyes.

These days, there is nothing better than giving what is most in short supply at home.

Every household prefers food and cloth.

After all, if there is a lack of food, you will go hungry;

You can't get out without fabric, that's the reality.