There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Mom, I'll get the book.

The voice of peace reached her ears, and Zhou Jiao handed it to the child.

Son, how nice it is for you to be at home with your mother. It's hard to wait in line.

Ping An held the notebook tightly, looked up at Zhang Guoqing, realized that he was too short, and stretched out his hand for him to hug, I like Dad, and I want to be with Dad.

The silly father laughed happily when he heard this, hugged the child, and the two chatted with each other, not forgetting to ask Zhou Jiao to answer the question.

The family procrastinated, and it was getting late. From a distance, Zhang's mother in the team saw the old son's family and hurriedly called Xiao Wu.

Zhou Jiao looked forward, pursed her lips and smiled. The charisma of her father-in-law and mother-in-law conquered the neighbors. It's been a long time since I've been back here, and I'm still surrounded by a group of old neighbors.

Zhang Guoqing greeted everyone and accompanied Father Zhang and a group of old men. Over there, Zhou Jiao has been dragged away by Zhao Yuanyuan and the others. Every time you line up for shopping, it has become a gathering for everyone.

An old man next to him reached out to grab the notebook in Ping An's hand.

Ping An avoided him lightly and smiled at him.

Hey, the little guy is amazing. Do you know what this is for? Old Zhang, what does your grandson eat? My grandson is so hungry that he is as thin as a bone.

Uncle Chen, Zhang Meimei's father-in-law, interjected and said with a smile: My child, I just want to drink some porridge. This child is mainly raised by his parents. All the good things are left to the child.

The old man looked around at the children around him, shook his head and said with a smile: No, this kid is not only strong, but also smart. I heard people say that it would be better for a child to have a snack and a tonic. Xiao Wu, has your son eaten?

Zhang Guoqing smiled and shook his head, I'm too young, so I dare not give him supplements. Now I don't have any conditions. My son has a good appetite, can eat anything, and is not picky eater. If you always don't give your child candy, you will keep him fat for nothing.

Uncle Chen and Father Zhang looked at each other, smiled and nodded. I secretly thought that Zhang Guoqing was perfunctory again. His son does have a good appetite, but what is he eating? Although he hasn't seen it, there are quite a few wild eggs for his grandson every time. Why is the child not strong.

Another old man on the side listened, Your son eats coarse grains for such a snack? Will he make a fuss and refuse to eat?

Zhang Guoqing smiled and did not answer, and said to Ping An: Son, tell this grandpa, what do you usually eat? He knew that no one would believe him no matter how much he said, so he might as well let Xiao Budian speak.

Ping An glanced at the old man, raised his little hand, and snapped his fingers, Pole porridge, sweet potato porridge...

Uncle Chen stepped forward with a smile and covered his little hand, Okay. Don't count. Why do you think you are so clear? Ask your dad to buy meat buns for you at the restaurant, you understand?

Ping An shook his head, There is no money.

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd around him burst into laughter.

After everyone stopped laughing, someone teased him, Your grandpa eats rice and meat buns every day. You ask your grandpa to give you a ticket, and you can eat meat buns every day.

Ping An didn't wait for the other party to finish, giggled twice, and said, It's a lie. My grandfather has no tickets. My mother said that my grandfather has no money and is hungry.

After finishing speaking, he raised the supply book in his hand and shook it at the other party.

The people around were provoked by him and laughed again.

Everyone teased Zhang Guoqing, Xiao Wu, if your wife teaches the child like this, isn't she afraid that the child will say that you lied to him when he grows up?

Zhang Guoqing said with a smile: My father-in-law and the two of them have been eating in the canteen of the unit, which is really worthless. Now they eat about the same as us.

No way? Such a big official still eats so poorly?

Hey, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Today is not the past, everyone is equal. It is really possible to eat the same as us ordinary people.

Then it's not good to be an official. You see, our parents and officials are not the same as us. Ordinary people live comfortably.

Zhang Guoqing listened to the discussion in the crowd, lowered his head and patted the child, a smile flashed in his eyes. A few days ago, his father-in-law did write a letter saying that there was nothing good to eat. He's not a liar either.

Father Zhang saw that everyone was talking more and more outrageous, and pointed to the front with a smile, Look quickly, is there any movement inside? After speaking, he was relieved to see everyone's attention was distracted.

Soon someone rushed over and shouted, There is no egg supply this month. Don't go there, it's already spread out and there's no one queuing up.

Everyone sighed immediately after hearing this. Since the first month of the lunar year, there is no supply of eggs. It is better to have a ticket than to have no ticket, and it will make people think less.

Zhang Guoqing thought about it a long time ago, so he didn't go to the vegetable shop today. He thought to himself that he should go up the mountain and sit and eat. If this continues, not to mention the future, the next few years will also be suffering.

Now he is worried that there are too many wooden boxes piled up in the space, and he and Zhou Jiao squeezed it hard, but it still takes up most of the space. But no matter how valuable things are, they are not as important as survival supplies.

Seeing the grain store open, Ping An patted him and told him to go forward.

Zhang Guoqing moved forward in a dispirited manner, and when it was his turn, there was no supply of brown rice, only dried sweet potatoes and cornmeal.

After receiving the rations, he didn't go to participate in everyone's discussions, but he led his son to pick up dozens of catties of rations, and went back to the side to wait for Father Zhang to go to the processing point together.

At the processing point, Zhou Jiao and Zhao Yuanyuan have been queuing for a long time. It was finally their turn, but the family members never came, so they had to let the people behind them do the processing first.

Soon, she found that many people asked not to remove the chaff, and added two cents to grind twice more. Alas... The long-lost corn dregs are on the table again. Thinking of this, Zhou Jiao felt her throat dry.

When Zhang Guoqing and the others came over, more than half an hour had passed.

Seeing this, Zhou Jiao picked up the children and let them come forward. As for whether her family's food rations should be the same as everyone else's, she is not interested in observing. The days are getting harder and harder.

Opening the ticket attached to the back of the supply book, she found that many things could not be bought this month, so she could only comfort herself and keep it for future memory.

In the old Zhang family, the family affairs have always been decided by Zhang's mother. This time, Zhang's mother didn't say anything, and let the processing point bring the skin to grind.

Zhang Guoqing on the side listened and took a deep breath. He looked at Father Zhang sadly, why does his mother decide everything?

Father Zhang rolled his eyes at him. What does this stupid boy know? If you have more rations, you can save them for later use. I didn't see that the village cafeteria only had one dry meal every day.

Now that he and his wife are eating public food, they don't know how much to thank God. In this way, if you still dislike the seven or the eight, you will be punished.

Zhang Guoqing was stared at and smiled. Forget it, anyway, if the eldest brother and the second child eat, his family will not be able to choke. Save these for later. If it is his idea, he would rather add wild vegetables than bran.

Wild vegetables, the key is wild vegetables. It seemed that he had to take his two brothers to the dense forest as soon as possible. Who would have thought that wild vegetables and weeds would become treasures?