Transformation of Rebirth

Zheng Ping and Cheng Baoli returned to their hometown in the provincial capital. They haven’t been back for nearly two years. Nothing seems to have changed. The station is still the same, and the surrounding streets have not changed. Traces of metamorphosis.

Cheng Baoli and the others took a bunch of things and boarded a rickshaw, and drove back to the staff compound of Zhigong Oil Factory.

The day they went back was not a weekend, and there were no people in the staff compound during the day, and the temperature was not high just after the Chinese New Year, so there were not many people hanging around outside.Only Grandma Chen who lived downstairs had just finished choosing dishes and was about to move a small bench into the house.

Cheng Baoli and Zheng Ping turned around from the alley with a bunch of things and saw Grandma Chen at a glance. Cheng Baoli shouted loudly: "Grandma Chen!!"

Grandma Chen was startled, she quickly turned her head, took a closer look, was taken aback, obviously hesitated, but the word "Baoli" almost blurted out.Grandma Chen has presbyopia, and she can see clearly from a distance than from a close distance. As Cheng Baoli and the others get closer, Grandma Chen can't see as clearly as before.

She wondered if she had heard or read wrongly?Is that Polaroid?Impossible, a few days ago you were talking about her with other people, and you came back today?Did she miss it?

Cheng Baoli yelled "Grandma Chen" again, and Grandma Chen realized, isn't this Baoli?

Grandma Chen bent down to put down the stool and the food in her hand, and slapped her thighs with both hands, "Baoli? Zheng Er!! You guys are back! I was still talking about you a few days ago!"

Cheng Baoli put down the things in her hand and greeted her. Zheng Er smiled energetically and called out "Grandma Chen". Sit down and drink some water before you come back? Zheng Er, have your parents come back this time? And Yangyang?"

Zheng Erdao: "No, still in the provincial capital."

News of Zheng Ping and Cheng Baoli's return quickly spread in the staff compound. After get off work in the afternoon, a bunch of people went to Cheng Baoli's house, wanting to see what the two of them looked like after two years of absence. gave them a big jump.

Zheng Ping was wearing a fashionable brown leather jacket and a pair of shiny black leather shoes. He was not as black as before, and now he looked different from the ordinary workers who were dressed for work from a distance. It's pedantic, but it's full of vigor; look at Cheng Baoli again, with her long hair tied up, wearing a bright red padded jacket, and a pair of low-heeled leather shoes, she is also very energetic. That outfit is not cheap at first glance, especially It was the pair of red leather gloves in Cheng Baoli's hands, which seemed to be of exceptional quality.

Zheng Ping greeted the neighbors around at home, especially the workers in the same workshop before, invited them to come in for tea and chat, and distributed the things they brought back to them. In fact, they were not valuable things. Those with children can buy some children's books and toys, men buy some cigarettes, women buy scarves and gloves, and some souvenirs from the provincial capital.

A bunch of people were lively at Zheng Ping's house, chatting and reminiscing about the old days. Someone asked Zheng Ping: "What are you doing outside? Only came back after two years? Is the provincial capital big? Is it better than our small county?"

Cheng Baoli poured melon seeds for them and said: "Of course the provincial capital is better. It's different from ours. There are more people, more things, and more opportunities to make money."

"Did you make a lot of money this trip?"

Cheng Baoli smiled, shook her head and said: "If you can't make a lot of money, you can make a little money, and you can get by."

A woman said: "A few hundred a month? Is it more than what you earned in the silk cocoon factory?"

Cheng Baoli said: "It's hard to say how much it is, but it must be more than the factory."

"Seeing that you know it now, it's great. After going out for a while, the two of you came back very energetic. I just entered the door and knew that I must have made money and came back."

Everyone was talking and laughing in the room. Cheng Baoli suddenly remembered that she had bought souvenirs from the Asian Games when she went to Beijing.

No matter how small this small county in Jiangbei is, it can’t withstand the wave of the Asian Games. Everyone was very excited when they saw the souvenirs with the logo of the Asian Games, “Are you still going to Beijing?”

Zheng Ping said: "Go, do some small business, make some small money, but now go back to the provincial capital."

"Hey, have you guys gone to ***? Have you been to the Forbidden City?"

"Go! Of course I went!" Cheng Baoli was well prepared, this time I came back to bring back the photos I took last time in *** for the sake of long faces, and handed them to them. In the photos, Cheng Baoli and the others took them in front of *** photos, and a group photo of Zheng Haiyang and Han Yi, two little dolls wearing mothers' headbands.

The adults died laughing when they saw the silly looks of the two children, "Hey, isn't this the child from the family next door to you? This child is so old now? Time is so fast, can he walk and talk?"

Cheng Baoli kept talking, especially now that she came back in high spirits and saw old acquaintances and old neighbors again. She said: "You can talk and walk, and you can run so fast. Those two calves can run so fast that adults can't catch up, and you can talk slickly. Especially when you call Yang Yang your brother. Now you can listen to Yang Yang from our family, and cry when you leave our house.”

"Oh, isn't this your Yangyang's little daughter-in-law?!"

"It's our little daughter-in-law!" Cheng Baoli had a smug face, talking about her little daughter-in-law, her expression looked like a mother-in-law praising her new son-in-law.

A group of people chatted and chatted, and dinner was eaten at Cheng Baoli's house. A big round table was set up. Everyone went home to get food and ate together. The men drank and the women talked about homely things. Seeing it felt very fresh, Grandma Chen said: "Isn't this just the red paper, sip it, won't it be red?"

Cheng Baoli turned to the lipstick: "That's different, look how good this is, just wipe it on, it's very convenient!" Now Cheng Baoli doesn't have to go to the factory, and the smell of "silk cocoon" on her body before is gone. There is still a beautiful silk scarf around her neck, and the whole person is different from the past; the women at the table are almost all workers, only one works as an accountant in the factory, and there are several women of the same age as Cheng Baoli, but not many of them Today's Cheng Baoli looks beautiful.

Before going out, Cheng Baoli was exactly the same female worker as them. After two years, when she came back, she was a completely different person. She had a confidence that she didn't have before. She was different. She was a bumpkin when she went out. So stylish and elegant.

Looking at Zheng Ping again, sitting and talking with men is no longer like bragging and booing like in the past. He smokes and talks like a calm little leader, and what he says sounds particularly insightful.

No one has changed, only Cheng Baoli and Zheng Ping have become different from before.

Zheng Ping is talking about the changes in the outside world, Beijing's development in the past two years, the economy driven by the Asian Games, and Beijing's housing prices.When everyone heard that the flat of the house in the Asian Games had been fired for eight or nine thousand, they were all frightened to death. Some people sat on the chair with their buttocks and almost fell down, and it was only eight or nine thousand per square meter!The group of them can't afford that house for the rest of their lives!

Some people don't believe it: "Aren't the houses all divided in factories? There is no factory in Beijing? No houses are divided?"

Zheng Pingdao: "The commercial house is not the house in the factory. How can we divide it? Besides, the state-owned factories are not doing well now, and my father's oil factory in the provincial capital is about to die. Now many factories have gone bankrupt. We have divided the house. In the future, it will be a problem whether to assign jobs or not, not to mention the house."

A group of people sighed unceasingly. When the workers talked about the factory, the topic changed again. They preached that things in the factory are also complaining for a while. It turns out that the factory is also contracted by the factory manager, but there are several factory managers in their factory. When the factory manager underwrites different jobs, several factory managers start to disagree with each other. The workers in the factory don't know what to do with one idea today and another idea tomorrow.The efficiency of the factory is not good now, the rapeseed harvested is not as much as before, and the oil for frying is not as much as before. Although the wages can still be paid, but the factory has become what it is now, and the workers have complaints in their hearts.

Zheng Ping is no longer in the factory, so it is hard to come up with ideas, but someone mentioned the silk cocoon factory where Cheng Baoli used to work. It turned out that the factory had gone bankrupt at the end of last year, and some equipment in the workshop was bought by a workshop director in the factory. In the past, the factory is gone now, but a small factory was opened, and the workers left with the bankruptcy subsidy money, but some people still work with the original workshop director.

Cheng Baoli asked: "Workshop director? What's your last name? What's your name?"

"I don't know what it's called, maybe the surname is Huang? I heard they call him Director Huang."

Cheng Baoli was furious. There were quite a few people surnamed Huang in her original factory, but there was only one workshop director surnamed Huang, and that was the workshop director of her previous workshop!Cheng Baoli even gave him a gift!

It turned out that Director Huang also came out to work on his own when the factory went bankrupt. Cheng Baoli sighed in her heart and said nothing. Director Huang helped her with the formalities and encouraged her to tell her. At that time, Cheng Baoli didn't understand anything. Looking back now, the director must have predicted that the factory would not last long, so he encouraged her to support her like that.

After dinner that night, Cheng Baoli and Zheng Ping went back and forth to brother Zheng Ping with their things. It happened that Zheng Ping's younger brother was also there. I have to say that the Zheng family is very good, and the wife married by brother Zheng is also a good person. Dazai works as an electrician in tap water, his daughter-in-law works as a worker in a meat joint factory, and Zheng San sells equipment in an equipment company. We chatted briefly, and the two brothers of the Zheng family only knew that Zheng Ping has made a fortune now, which is different from before, but brothers The relationship is still the same as before.

Grandpa Zheng wanted Zheng San'er to come here too, because the machinery company was about to go bankrupt. Zheng San was only 23 years old this year, and he didn't have a date. Zheng Ping and Cheng Baoli remembered this. San'er talked about it, but it was getting late, so the brothers made an appointment to chat tomorrow.

After returning home, Cheng Baoli and Zheng Ping boiled water to wash. Cheng Baoli soaked her feet and couldn't help sighing. Zheng Ping turned his head and said, "Why are you sighing?"

Cheng Baoli shook her head, and said, "I was worried that everyone would be separated after I came back, especially now that we have money, I feel that we are not the same people. I didn't expect everyone to chat so happily."

Zheng Ping finished washing his face, and said: "Don't think about it, there are not so many fancy intestines, they are all in a big courtyard, neighbors, don't think about it. If there are good ones, let's bring them back, don't hide them, tell others we What to do outside, they have to be willing to go out, take them, and live a good life together. You see, we didn’t have anything at the time. Didn’t Lao Han take us with us and lend me money to buy treasury bills? If we didn’t have them back then Help, now we still have no money."

Cheng Baoli looked at him and said, "Then shall we lend them the money?"

Zheng Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "That's not what it means, what it means is to let you take them and help them, you don't hide it, tell them that the outside is a good place, and they want to go out when their hearts are moved. Let's go to the provincial capital. Help. Look, if we come back, we will wear ragged clothes and bags and carry them dirty. We are afraid that others will know that we have money. They will think that it is not good outside and will not go out. We are the only ones who have money. We do not hide Be frank and frank, let the jealous person make him jealous, and friends and neighbors will help."

Cheng Baoli nodded: "That's right. We used to have things, and others helped us. If we get along well, they will come today. If we get along badly, we don't have to worry about him."

Zheng Ping: "That's the reason. Besides, if you help others now, you can help each other when they get better." This reason was told to him by Han Zhijun at the beginning.

But at this moment, Zheng Haiyang, who was sleeping in the provincial capital across the river, woke up suddenly. He felt his legs were wet, as if the sheets were wet.

Reaching out to turn on the light, I touched it, and found a faint smell of urine. It turned out that Han Xiaobaby wet the bed!

He stretched out his hand and pushed the child, trying to wake Han Yi up, and then asked Chen Lingling to change the mattress and sheets before going back to sleep, but Han Yi turned his head, his black eyes were wide open, it didn't look like he had just woken up , Dao seems to have not slept.

The child turned his head, pursed his mouth, looked at Zheng Haiyang with black eyes, and lowered his eyes, with an expression of doing something wrong, Zheng Haiyang finally realized that the child knew that he had peed, so he woke up in the middle of the night and dared not make a sound. A person shrinks in the quilt and tangles with himself.

Zheng Haiyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, dragged the child out of the quilt, wrapped it in a clean quilt, and called Chen Lingling by himself.Chen Lingling washed the child's butt, changed his pants, and changed the sheets and mattresses in the room. While changing, he said, "This bed pissed so much, how much water did I drink before going to bed!"

Han Yi seemed to know that he was talking about himself, his little face was a little red, and he was holding back his head and feet, with an expression of embarrassment for doing something wrong.

After changing and going back to bed, Chen Lingling casually coaxed the child and went back to sleep. On the small bed, Han Yi tried his best to shrink himself into a ball and hugged Zheng Haiyang. Zheng Haiyang hugged him and yawned, eyes half closed. Thinking in a daze, this kid is quite thin-skinned, and he is shy even after wetting the bed.