There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

After eating the noodle soup prepared by Zhang's mother, Zhang Laoer patted his belly after persuading him to no avail, Dad, I'm going to go out first and connect with the old guys.

Go ahead. Drink less.

Okay.

Mom, please go back to your room early and don't rush to the kitchen.

Okay, just two bowls.

Mother Zhang watched her son go out, quickly packed up her work, walked out of the kitchen and entered the west room, and saw her husband crawling on the ground.

She came to him curiously, What's going on?

When the child goes out, I have to prepare something.

After hearing this, Zhang's mother moved the stool beside him, sat down and beat her legs, keeping her eyes on her husband's movements.

Father Zhang searched and searched, and finally dug out a piece of oil paper bag from the side of the kang, got up, put the things on the kang, and patted the dust on his legs with both hands.

Looking at the familiar black oil paper bag, Mother Zhang couldn't help but smile and said, Have you given up all your family assets?

I plan to bring Xiaowu's money there.

Are you worried that he doesn't have any money?

There aren't many left. We made some money during the May Day holiday, and they gave us stones and bought us a yard in the provincial capital. How can we afford the trouble?

Father Zhang said and sighed softly, Although the state will provide money for the children to go abroad this time, it will not be enough when they go abroad. We are 25 this year, and there are many places to use the money.

Xiao Wu said he got a salary increase.

It's not that I dislike my old son, no matter how much he gets, it won't be enough for him. His hands are too loose. He came back for the Chinese New Year before, and he drank too much for a while and leaked.

It is said that many of the soldiers who went to the battlefield last time were either missing arms or legs, or left bloody. Some of them who are still in their early twenties are better off. They are raised by their parents and brothers in their hometown.

The most pitiable ones are those who have just gotten married, leaving orphans and widowers at home. Once the daughter-in-law remarries, no one will take care of the children...

Sigh... I won't say it anymore. I see that our old son will definitely send money to those people. He is soft-hearted and will help since he sees it.

Father Zhang frowned after speaking, Do you still remember those years? Brother Zhou donated a lot of money. I guess this family has no money.

Zhang's mother blinked: she didn't understand what her husband meant.

Also, don't look at the high salary. Do you want the aunt to pay? Do the three young men want to eat and drink? Otherwise we won't use our brains to make money on May Day.

Mother Zhang opened her mouth, What do you mean, our Xiaowu has no money?

Oh, it's really hard to talk to you. Didn't I tell you that there aren't many left? We are poor and rich, do you understand what this means?

Father Zhang glanced sideways at his wife, Give us a little extra money to take you abroad on May Day. If you have money, you won't have to worry about suffering abroad. Money means courage. That's a foreign country, and Brother Zhou has nothing to do with it.

Zhang's mother was startled when she heard this and said, What you said makes sense.

That's right, I've lived my whole life, how can I not understand this?

Zhang's mother looked away guiltily: she would not tell her wife. Her family, Jiaojiao, had told her privately that she had already saved enough money to marry thirty grandsons, not to mention three grandsons.

Knowing that the old son has always been loose, how could she, a mother-in-law, not give the old son and his wife a beating?

What's more, her old son and his wife were angry with her. Now even Ping An's yard has been prepared, and renting it to Wai Guoren costs a lot for a month.

Father Zhang, who was kept in the dark, asked in a low voice, Over the years, Xiao Wu has given us almost five thousand yuan. I collected some of the money for him, and there are three thousand yuan left. Do you want to take it all with me?

How much can we spend at our age? Mother Zhang made a decisive decision without saying a word, Take them all here first and keep them at home. I don't dare to travel far. What else? The most you can get here is a thousand yuan.

That's right, okay, take them all with you. There are others there.

Hurry up then, while the second brother is not here now, let's hurry up.

As for it? After saying that, Zhang Dad stuffed the money into the cabinet, immediately pulled up his shoes and walked out.

If he could hide it from his second son, he still had to hide it. He believed that his second son would not take advantage of his younger brother even if he was greedy for petty advantages, but it was not good if he had a knot in his heart.

He now hopes that after he leaves with his wife, his three sons can still be so united.

Seeing him stand up, Zhang's mother hurriedly put the eight kilograms of new quilts prepared in the cupboard on her arms: This smelly old man will always be stubborn as he says and does.

Come on, why don't you hide under the quilt?

So when we set out early the next morning, Zhang Laoer saw his parents' luggage - a thick winter quilt, a large canvas luggage bag, and...

Mom, you don't need to bring a quilt this summer, right?

Who knows if it's cold outside? Bring it with you first.

Zhang Laoer's mouth twitched when he heard this. He had seen people bringing quilts to college, but he had never heard of anyone bringing quilts when studying abroad.

Father Zhang explained at the side, Cotton is cheap this year. If you don't need it on May Day, I will give it to your brother directly. Usually it costs shipping to send things, but now I save it.

Zhang Laoer nodded with a wry smile and hurried out, worried that it would be too late and his mother would have to bring another quilt.

He has convinced his parents. It's not that he doesn't want to part with things, but he just wants to take them abroad for his children. His brother really doesn't lack this.

Didn’t you see what the quilt his brother prepared for his parents last year was?

That's a real silk quilt!

- Warm and light.

It was difficult for him to say this at the moment. Once he did, his parents would definitely bring it back to Xiao Wu. Why not let Xiao Wu complain to death?

As he was about to go on a far journey, Father Zhang naturally wanted to send a message to his brothers, lest they come to find him: He is old, he is old, not only he is old, but the boss is also old.

Most of the old bosses were strong.

The two hundred kilograms of wheat could be picked up and carried away easily without any effort at all. Now, a few days ago, he saw that he couldn't even move it.

Before, he felt that his brother sometimes spoke too much, but no matter how much he said, he would only be a brother for a lifetime.

——A person in his seventies, how long can he live?

The boss's body and bones are not comparable to mine at all. He is afraid that he will not be able to see his brother for the last time if he stays outside for a long time.

There is also the weak elder sister who has suffered too much in the past few decades. Her hair is white and her back is too hunched. She often complains that her back hurts when she sits down or when she sleeps.

I don’t know what kind of medicine I gave her. How about taking it?

Father Zhang, who was full of melancholy, caught a glimpse of his wife's vigorous steps, and immediately shook his head with a smile. I don’t blame the old guys for saying that they are getting younger and younger as they live.

His old son and his wife were a bit of a loser.

But it cannot be said that it is not a good thing for them to lose money.

At least for the past few decades, the constant mails of ginseng pills and bone-replenishing calcium tablets have really made him and his wife live in good spirits.