There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Is it cold this winter?

It's cold, cold to the bone, cold to the heart...

It was snowing heavily outside, and there was still some heat in the room except for one kang, it was very cold...

Clumped cotton wool covering the body, bulging belly, colder...

Standing in the thatched cottage at this time, Zhang Guoqing saw the scene in front of him, and his chills trembled from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Love is great sometimes...

His mother-in-law, Lin Lishan, abandoned her own flesh and blood for her lover, and lived in exile for seventeen years...

For the sake of his dead wife, Zhang Wuye spent decades alone guarding his collapsed home...

But the reality is before his eyes, does Zhang Wuye feel that he has lived enough, or does he just not want to leave this hut that was once full of love and tenderness?

Zhang Guoqing shook his head at the clan uncle behind him, stepped forward, and looked at the old man calmly.

Xiao Wu, go back with your uncle. I don't live at his house, nor at your house...

Grandpa Fifth, do you miss Grandma Fifth? She will wait for you to chat with her on New Year's Eve.

Aside from the uncle who adopted Zhang Wuye, Xiao Wu...

Hush Zhang Guoqing motioned to him, and then said: My grandfather must still miss you drinking with him. Did he come in a dream and say what he wants to eat? Let me think about it, he likes to eat braised pork, especially the stewed ones. It melts in the mouth. I like the fragrant gravy in the white rice the most. He often said that no matter what this person eats, it is not as good as the fragrant rice.

You don't tell Grandma Fifth how things will be in the future. If you don't tell my grandpa what will happen to me in the future, they must be very angry. The news is gone, why are they not angry?

Your grandpa's favorite isn't braised pork. He likes Laogao Shao, peanuts, and roast chicken... Oops, brat, you did it on purpose.

Zhang Guoqing laughed when he heard Zhang Wuye finally speak.

Uncle Seven, I'll hug Fifth Master, you close the door. Fifth Grandpa, don't worry, the room won't collapse.

Hearing this, Zhang Wuye got up immediately, What are you doing, kid? I really don't want to go. If you're worried, come and fetch some firewood for me.

Father, will you go home with me? Your grandson and the others all want you to go there.

don't want!

Zhang Guoqing was silent for a while, then shook his head, Stubborn old man. You wait for me to come back soon.

After moving the firewood in the small courtyard of his village, he thought about it but was worried, so he secretly stuffed a bag of corn noodles into the old quilt and sent it over.

Due to the presence of outsiders, Zhang Guoqing didn't say much, and compared with his hands. Seeing that Mr. Zhang Wu understood, he was relieved. No matter how good the adoption is, they are not their own children.

After the old man was settled, he hurried back to the county seat. When he was called back to the village so suddenly at noon, he thought something had happened. Now his wife must be worried.

In the county town, Zhou Jiao has given up using the kitchen for fear that the two burning firewood will be conspicuous. Anyway, meat and seafood can't be burned at present. She opened fire directly in the living room. When people come, there are wild vegetables and steamed buns, but there is no outsider for a family of three to open a small stove.

Now she is not only worried about Zhang Guoqing, but also her father Zhou Xiaozheng. Going to the south for a meeting so well made her feel anxious.

Mom, eat dumplings.

Zhou Jiao was amused by her son's voice. What a good boy! I also know to keep two for myself.

Son, when someone asks you what you eat, what do you say?

Wowotou wild vegetables, gone.

Zhou Jiao teased her son, smelling the smell of dumplings in the air, secretly thinking that the smell should be eliminated immediately.

She still remembered the smell of meat from Aunt Wang's house next door two days ago, which attracted many children to gather around the yard. The pot of bone soup made the children's eyes shine.

Hearing the sound of the door being unlocked, Ping An jumped up happily, Mom, it's Dad! Dad is back.

Zhou Jiao quickly stood up and stopped him, You can't jump on the kang, it's dangerous!

After a while, as soon as Zhang Guoqing came in, he rushed towards a small meaty egg. He stretched out his arms to hug him, and held it up high, Son, what did you eat today?

dumpling.

Zhou Jiaosheng put a plate of dumplings on the table and watched the father and son play with a smile.

Jiaojiao, I left in a hurry at noon, and forgot to tell you that my godfather is calling. He said that my father will return to Beijing in two days, and he is in Haishi now, so don't worry.

The stone in Zhou Jiao's heart finally fell, and she asked about the situation in the village.

Zhang Guoqing glanced at the child in his arms, and he tried to use plain and simple language to briefly describe. His son understands everything now, and it would be better if he knew the situation outside earlier.

When it was time for work in the afternoon, Zhang Guoqing had just left the house and ran into Lao Chen next door.

Old Chen looked around and waved to him.

Seeing this, Zhang Guoqing's heart was pounding. Every time Lao Chen has this demeanor, nothing good happens. He hurried forward.

Uncle, are you going to work now?

Well. Do you still have money at home? Remember to take Jiaojiao to buy some snacks, and store them at home to supplement nutrition for the children. It doesn't matter to us adults, children can't save.

Zhang Guoqing said with a smile: Uncle, thank you. After finishing speaking, the two chatted tacitly, and then separated to go to work.

It seems that the Food Bureau is about to make trouble again. The last time the weight was reduced, what is it this time?

At this moment, Zhang Guoqing feels more and more how lucky it is to have a good neighbor. However, he did not treat the other party badly, and there is a long-term way to come and go.

As soon as he entered the office and hadn't sat down, several colleagues all stared at Zhang Guoqing.

He smelled his body - no smell of dumplings.

He looked around suspiciously, What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me?

A colleague stepped forward and said with a smile: Xiao Wu, you have a wide range of people and a smart mind. Quickly help us guys figure out where we can get rations. As long as it is food, it will do.

Zhang Guoqing frowned when he heard the words, with a bitter face, Where can I find it? Our canteen is pretty good. I just came back from the village, and the porridge in the village is all clear soup.

A colleague rubbed his stomach, What's the matter? I urinate after eating at noon. Eating pastries every day is not an option. The salary is not enough.

Zhang Guoqing thought to himself: This is unbearable, it's not too bad yet.

You're single, it's okay to deal with it. We have five children, that's what we suffer. Sigh... I haven't eaten dry mouth for five whole days.

Zhang Guoqing looked at the group of people in front of him who were chattering. After all, lack of food, or lack of food.

well…

Why are you sighing? Your daughter-in-law has a famous cat stomach, and the rations saved are enough for you to eat. Not to mention your father-in-law's filling, your uncles can still just watch in the provincial capital.

Zhang Guoqing smiled wryly and shook his head, Everyone is about the same now. My father-in-law and his wife eat in the cafeteria, how much surplus food can they keep? Which of the uncles' families has no children. I have also been worried for several days, where to get some Cook rice porridge for the children to drink. It’s hard to get fat, and I’ve lost weight during this time.”

Then what does your son eat now? My youngest son wanted to eat eggs and wanted to cry yesterday. Sigh... It doesn't matter to the adults, the children have suffered.

Zhang Guoqing thought about it and said, We use crushed pastry to make a paste or chopped Chinese cabbage to make polenta. Since the eggs were not available last month, we have not eaten them.

After speaking, he looked at everyone's expressions. Thinking of his own son's body, he really couldn't say that the family was seriously deficient in nutrition.

My daughter-in-law also feeds the children in this way. Except for pastries, every time the corn noodles are taken home, they are reprocessed, and the thinnest layer is sifted out for the children.

The last time I smashed the ice to catch a few fish, I saw my wife scrape the fish out and stick them into balls. This kind of southern fish balls is suitable for babies.

Zhang Guoqing listened to everyone happily talking about raising children, looking ahead, he didn't know how many such laughter would be in the days to come.