There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Lin Lishan looked at him disappointedly, and said: I thought I finally found Jiaojiao's favorite. Apart from books, this child doesn't see anything special. If you give her something, she will save it, so don't waste it.

Zhao Yuanyuan yelled anxiously after hearing this, Auntie, I know. I know what Jiaojiao likes. You buy beautiful ones, and she likes them. Let me tell you, I have paid attention to her. Let's talk about clothes. She She really hates cotton jackets with big flowers. If you give her red and green clothes, she will be angry. She can accept white, black, and small flowers without red and green. If you want her to wear red clothes, you have to make a full face It's all red, don't bring those bright colors.

By the way, she said it should be more elegant. In winter, even if she freezes to death, she doesn't want to wear my floral padded jacket. Every time she saw a classmate showing off in big red flower clothes, she would sneak away.

Lin Lishan laughed loudly when she heard this, Yes, I knew about her a long time ago. When buying a coat, she asked me to wear black or brown ones, and I said that I can wear a red or light yellow sweater inside to look stable. I have a picky eye. Yuanyuan , Jiaojiao said to make plaid shirts, or men's shirts, do you want it? You will look good in it.

Yes, yes, where can I buy the cloth? Oh, I'm going to find Jiaojiao early, the floral dress she asked me to make last year is so beautiful, and several of my classmates have used it to show off.

Lin Lishan asked curiously: Doesn't she dislike calico? Will she let you wear it?

Zhao Yuanyuan looked at her mother anxiously, Mom, tell my aunt, that's not floral cloth, no, it's really floral cloth. Oh, I can't even explain it.

Cheng Hongli patted her, and said to Lin Lishan with a suppressed smile: That's really a big red flower cloth, Jiaojiao cut the big red flowers on the cloth head and spliced ​​them into corresponding big red flowers at the front and back, and cut both sides of the waist into big red cloth There are no patterns. When worn on the body, the front and back are made of big red flowers, and the rest are red, which is pretty and not tacky at all. It feels like a big red skirt with big red flowers for decoration.

Lin Lishan nodded after watching her gesticulations, knowing, Don't say it's really pretty. She learned a lot of unique skills from her grandma.

Mrs. Zhou was happy to hear it, and nodded at the end, Well, she can't do anything except medical skills. She is very good at embroidery, and the bamboo that embroiders is the best, and you can sell it. Clothes are cut and made. It's simple, she does it very quickly, that is to say, she usually doesn't have a chance to get started, otherwise the masters in the city can't match it.

She likes making cheongsam the most, saying that is making clothes. But I have never had good materials and I am too lazy to make it, and it is inconvenient to waste energy. They usually accompany me to rust small pieces in my room. The five-year-old girl would sit with me and embroider quietly all afternoon. When I grew up, I stopped doing it, for fear that the family would let her make clothes and rust. Her temperament doesn't like rough things, and she likes to strive for refinement when doing things, depending on her mood. When I learn something, I also like to hide it secretly so that no one will know it. When she embroiders orchids, no one at home will know. What I know is embroidery and a little family medicine. She has learned all before she was 8 years old.

Wow, I didn't know she was so powerful and could embroider. It's so embarrassing that she didn't tell me. Grandma Zhou, where is the thing she rusted before? Are they still there?

Zhao Yuanyuan's green eyes poked darkly and wanted to go to Zhou Jiao as soon as possible, but she wanted a few small pieces anyway. She had been envious of Zhou Jiao's pencil case for a long time, and thought she bought it at the time, so she didn't have the nerve to open it.

The old lady Zhou was lost in memory, but she didn't hear it, and then murmured, My Jiaojiao, she really looks like her, she looks like everything she does. She had a fever when she was three years old, and she could still carry books while lying on the kang. Those big eyes are shining, just staring at you, drinking bitter herbs without being coquettish, just sip the bitter medicine and say a thousand-character prose, and proudly give a thumbs up to yourself, and say no with a crackling mouth stop.

Later, when I grew up, I don’t know when I stopped talking, and loved to run into the small house of the ancestral hall. Smile at everyone you meet. Smile when you don't want to talk, and walk away when you are angry. Alas, this child has grown up so much, he doesn't speak his mind to grandma anymore, and keeps everything in his heart. He didn't say anything after asking, but smiled. Yes, I can't protect her, how could she say it, what's the use of saying it...

Zhang Guoqing drank wine with them, keeping an eye on them. At the other end, Zhou Xiaozheng and Zhao Dashan were drinking white wine, they were recalling their deceased comrades in arms, but they didn't notice that the old lady's voice became softer. If it weren't for his extraordinary hearing ability, he would have ignored it. He looked at the old lady in surprise, and motioned everyone not to disturb her, to eat the food first, and talk later.

Cheng Hongli quickly took Yuanyuan's hand and motioned her to stop talking and eat something. The old lady in her family is also like this. When she thinks of something, she will fall into the memory, and it will be fine when she recovers. It will be like this when she gets old. When she gets old, she doesn't know what she will remember? Will it be the same as the old lady?

Lin Lishan put some vegetables on Zhao Yuanyuan's bowl, smiled, and signaled to Zhao Hongbing and Xiao Wu to do it herself. She looked at her mother-in-law worriedly, and looked at Zhou Xiaozheng somewhat helplessly. It was found that he and Zhao Dashan were chatting happily, and did not notice the abnormality here.

Looking at Zhang Guoqing at last, seeing him shake his head slightly to himself, he felt relieved.

After a while, even the careless Zhao Dashan turned his head and looked at the female relatives in surprise, and looked at his wife Cheng Hongli, only to find that his wife was winking at her.

Seeing that the old lady was distracted, he nodded in understanding. Looking at Zhou Xiaozheng, he found that his brother Zheng was also distracted like the old lady. Why do people in this old Zhou family tend to be distracted?

Does he remind the old lady to eat or not? He didn't know what happened just now, it was so quiet, he was so embarrassed.

Zhou Xiaozheng noticed that Zhao Dashan was looking at him pitifully. He said with a smile: Don't look, drink quickly. Where did you get this white wine? This wine is really good, it's no worse than supply.

Zhao Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard him talk about wine, he became interested, Brother Zheng, is this wine okay? I bought it from my hometown. You also know that my hometown is more remote than this. No one in the village comes out to buy wine. , are home brewed.

In the past few years, there have been very few winemakers, and there is a shortage of food. This wine was sold by a family who lacked money to marry a wife. When my mother heard about it, she bought two large jars and sent them over. They were brewed in old age and hidden in the backyard. This wine was brewed when the Qing Dynasty fell. How about it? This is also an antique, right? Hehe, I still have dozens of catties at home, and I will bring you all when you go back.

Zhou Xiaozheng was surprised when he heard the words, took another sip of the wine, tasted it carefully and said: I have drank it from the cellar for 50 years, and the fragrance on my lips and teeth is endless. If it is brewed by a master, this wine is not cheap.

It's all brewed at home. Where did the masters come from? This wine will not be expensive. If it is expensive, my mother would not be willing to buy two full jars and send it over.

I didn't ask, and she didn't say anything. Been drinking for over two years. Xiao Wu said that this wine is the taste of 30 years, and I can drink it. Whoops, I forgot, Zuo Lin said he invited us to dinner and asked me when you were free. His 50-year-old sorghum roast has not been opened, just waiting for us to come to our door. Hehe, how are you doing? When are you going to have a drink?

Zhou Xiaozheng saw him smirking—it was because he was thinking about it, When we come down from the mountain, we will bring the game to the door, and we will call for wine directly. This time we will definitely drink it. When we are free, we will go out and inquire. In fact, the old cellar must be Yes, we can't ask anyone. Zhou Xiaozheng still doesn't know that he won't be able to participate in tomorrow's hunt.