Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

The meat processing factory is making rice dumplings again recently, and the old lady is supervising the work in high spirits.

Making rice dumplings is something that many families know how to do, but Zheng’s family’s rice dumplings are just more delicious than those of other families. Plus, the gift box is very polite, so it would be nice to buy a few to give to the old leader.

Duan Zhihui was in a very good mood. After Dennis placed an additional foreign trade order yesterday, he called his superiors, who wanted to merge Pingtang Village and Aotang Village into Dongji Town within this year.

Although the two villages were originally under the jurisdiction of their township, the jurisdiction will be different after the merger.

Unfortunately, he will be transferred to the county after this year, and it is hard to say what will happen to him in the future.

His dream is about to come true ahead of time, and he still hopes that the Zheng sisters can continue to live like this.

If the old leader could become the sisters' backer, they wouldn't have to do anything practical, as long as they could make others not dare to bully them, that would be great.

Old Mrs. Zheng’s idea was very simple. When an important person came to see her granddaughter, it meant that she looked up to her own child, so she must treat him well.

As for wanting to reminisce about the past and eat some old food, that's no problem at all. Younger people may not know, but she is already 80 years old and remembers what life was like in the past too well.

"Grandma, are you really sure?" Zheng Juzi wanted to curry favor with someone, but this matter could be a bomb if not handled properly, so he had to be cautious.

Old Mrs. Zheng instructed her son to push the millstone while she put sorghum into the small hole.

"Did you eat this before?" Zheng Juzi asked, looking at the sorghum flour ground by the stone mill. She had eaten sorghum cakes, which were even rougher than corn cakes and could really scratch your throat. It was okay if you added some sugar, but it was extremely unpalatable without sugar.

That’s not all. It’s also very hard to digest and makes my stomach feel very strained.

Old Mrs. Zheng felt that she could finally show off in front of her granddaughter, so she started to talk about it in detail. Her final conclusion was - in the past, most people either ate this or sweet potato porridge.

What white pigs, black pigs, the varieties of rice have changed. At that time, even the landlords and rich people could not eat meat often, and ordinary people could only eat white rice during the New Year and other festivals.

At that time, sweet potatoes were not grown as widely as they are now, and it was a great thing for ordinary people to be able to eat enough to feel full.

"Life is still better now." When Old Mrs. Zheng said this, she was 100% sincere.

"No matter how hard life is now, it is better than during the war. Life was really hard back then. Many people didn't make it. And we don't know how many of those who were killed or captured are still alive. Fortunately, we are in a remote area and have not suffered a great disaster."

Zheng Juzi felt pain in his throat and his heart was in pain.

Zheng Hanqiu had a deep impression of corn pancakes and asked, "Didn't you eat corn pancakes at that time?"

Old Mrs. Zheng said, "Decades ago, no one grew corn here, and everyone ate porridge. My family was well-off, but we couldn't have eaten dry food every day."

The two little sisters, who could be said to be from different generations, fell silent.

There was no sugar, just a little bit of salt. At that time, these things were precious, and this was the level of our daily meals.

As for the dishes?

Zheng Juzi thought that Old Lady Zheng would get some wild vegetables. Wild vegetables were just some wild peppers crushed in a bowl with a wooden stick.

"that's it?"

Just by looking at it, Zheng Juzi felt like she couldn't eat it.

Although she had always thought that she was a hard-working person, the extent of this hardship was beyond her imagination.

If she had not eaten sorghum porridge before, she might not have felt it so strongly. But she had drunk it before, and the one she drank was even finer than the one ground by a stone mill.

It can be said that the sorghum porridge of later generations and the sorghum paste of today are completely different things.

Zheng Hanqiu felt mixed emotions. She simply couldn't imagine what kind of life the people here lived decades ago.

It's really not easy to survive.

When Chief Zheng came, he was accompanied by a middle-aged couple and three young people, two men and one woman.

Behind him... there are also many accompanying personnel.

Perhaps because she had been in the army for a long time and was also old, Mrs. Zheng leaned on a cane with a hunched back. Although her voice was full of energy, it still lacked a lot of momentum.

"Third sister-in-law, long time no see." What was unexpected was that Chief Zheng actually knew Old Mrs. Zheng.

Grandpa Zheng is the third child in the family.

Mrs. Zheng didn't recognize him. She had decades of experience, so even if she wanted to establish a relationship with him, she wouldn't bump into him directly. "Look at me, I'm old, and my eyesight isn't very good. Who are you from?"

Chief Zheng spoke in the local dialect and said, "I was born of misfortune."

"It's you." Old lady Zheng Huosheng remembered that when he was born, his father burned down the house while offering incense to his ancestors.

The family thought it was unlucky and so did not give the child a name. From then on, everyone in the village called the child Huosheng.

Their family had always lived a hard life. Later, I heard that they went to the city to do business and earned some money to make a living. They built a thatched house in the village but rarely lived in it. The house collapsed more than 20 years ago.

I heard that their family suffered when the Japanese invaded the city, and there has been no news since then.

If you have to make a distinction, Old Man Zheng and he can be considered distant relatives who can still visit each other, but Old Man Zheng is no longer with us, and the relatives below him are even more distant.

The two sat together and began to talk about the past.

Things were so bitter back then, and many families were so miserable. Even Mrs. Zheng, who was mean, didn't want to talk about what happened then.

Recalling the bitter past and thinking of the sweet past? It's all bitter.

For Dennis, life here couldn't be worse, but compared with the memories of Grandma Zheng and others, it is really much better.

At least life is stable and all I have to do is farm and make money without having to worry about anything.

It can be said that those who can live to this day are lucky. Who could enjoy the same happiness as young people back then?

Chief Zheng, now renamed Zheng Weiyang, sighed deeply: "You are my closest blood relatives."

Old Mrs. Zheng was puzzled. What did it mean to mention blood relationship for no reason? "Didn't your son give you three children? What? Do you think you don't have enough grandchildren? Let me tell you, even though I have more sons, I only have three more legitimate grandchildren than you."

In the eyes of Old Mrs. Zheng, the children of Zheng Jinpeng's family have nothing to do with her anymore.

The only person Zheng Weiyang had some impression of was Zheng Jinpeng. He didn't expect that the little kid back then would be like this today.

As for whether he should help find someone? Mrs. Zheng was also firm in her attitude, "It depends on his own luck. Such an evil son is not worth it."

Zheng Weiyang also felt that it would be better not to have such a son, but it was a pity that he didn't have any children.