There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

In a good mood, the continuous rain began to become poetic in Zhou Jiao's eyes. It would be a pity to grow mushrooms at home in such a beautiful season.

Zhang Guoqing, who was tempted by the beauty trick, picked up his son without hesitation, and followed his wife on the road to the provincial capital.

After getting to the provincial station, Zhang Guoqing realized that he hadn't discussed the destination yet. To be on the safe side, he bought a train ticket to the north, intending to slip his family along the road.

Get in the car and find a place. At this time, Zhang Guoqing discovered something unusual. Passenger flow is very large, full of passengers. Compared with going out last summer, it is overcrowded at this time.

Asking Zhou Jiao and her son to sit inside, Zhang Guoqing listened carefully to the surrounding discussions and observed everyone's dressing.

A middle-aged man on the opposite side looked at their family of three, and said with a smile: Are you young couple with their children visiting relatives? Where do you put it?

Zhang Guoqing gave him a thumbs up, Uncle, you have good eyesight! Our cousin is getting married, so we can't go. No, we have to go out even in rainy days. Uncle, are you going home or on a business trip?

The man laughed loudly at the compliment, Go home. I just came back from the south, and I'll be home in three hours. Well, I'm finally home. It's hard to live in other places.

A person beside him asked curiously: South? Where is that? My boy, you're old enough to go for a stroll inside the pass. I've grown up and haven't passed the pass yet.

The middle-aged man saw a person about his own age full of envy on the other side. He shook his hand modestly and said with a smile: It's not worth mentioning. If you want to go out, find a car and go in the opposite direction. It will definitely let you pass the test. Every year I I have to go to the south for business trips, and I’m used to it. This time I went the farthest. Does your province know? Just go to that place.”

How's that place? Are you used to it? My unit has transferred several southerners a few years ago, and their way of eating is different from ours.

The middle-aged man looked around and said in a low voice: That place is so poor that mice don't even enter the house. There was just a flood last month, so I'll run back first.

Tsk tsk... so pitiful. We have been raining for a long time. Why does this day seem to be missing? How long have you been out this time? You know that we have a bad harvest this year, right?

The middle-aged man shook his head, I went out in March, and now I come home early. In previous years, I had to get home after the first snowfall. Brother, tell me, how is our place now? My daughter-in-law can't even write a letter. Don't say it.

Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao looked at each other, and they listened to their chatting silently.

...Your unit is considered good. Your disaster is not as severe as our province. I went out last week and I don't know how it is now. Do you know what our city supplies?

Zhang Guoqing completely stopped thinking about going north when he heard this. His son is still young, and he plans to get off the bus directly in the next big city and rest for two days.

Seeing that Ping An was sleepy, he took it and held it in his arms, patting the child gently. Inadvertently saw a child in the aisle looking at his son enviously. Look at the child who is only half of the bones. Zhang Guoqing sighed secretly, another child who suffered. Fortunately, it was summer, what would this barefoot girl do in winter.

Zhang Guoqing lowered his head and listened carefully to the boy talking to a man. The accent is still from Lu province.

Grandpa, I'm hungry.

When I find you tomorrow, I will eat. Drink water, and I will be full after drinking water.

Zhang Guoqing listened again, only to hear the voice of a woman suppressing her voice beating and scolding her child, and two older children should be stopping their mother from beating their younger brother.

I don't know if I am the father. Zhang Guoqing had a sore nose when he heard the child crying and crying in a suppressed small voice. Taking a slow breath, he glanced up at the aisle.

An old man turned his back to him, and there were several well-packed packages beside him. This should be a family with good conditions. Four or five children were crowded together, covered by the old man, and only pairs of black feet could be seen like African children.

Zhang Guoqing looked further down the aisle, and saw that there were quite a few people dragging their children along. With so many children, no wonder the car is full.

The two middle-aged uncles on the opposite side have already drank wine at the moment after communicating, probably because the child is asleep, or it is not suitable for people to hear. The voices of the two were deliberately lowered. You don't need to listen carefully, but you can hear two people discussing a group of ragged passengers in the carriage who are different from the public.

Holding a book, Zhou Jiao glanced indifferently at the two men opposite, then continued to read with her head down. She really couldn't figure out why men talk so much and make such a fuss. Ever since she got in the car, she hadn't seen the two people on the opposite side stop. She was tired from talking and had a few sips of wine.

After more than three hours, the radio sent a reminder to arrive at the station.

Zhang Guoqing motioned to Zhou Jiao and saw her nodding. He touched the sleeping son in his arms, took out the child's coat and put it on for him. As soon as the car stopped, everyone started to move out of the car.

When he stepped out of the carriage, Zhang Guoqing quickly stuffed the two catties of food stamps and one yuan rolled into a ball into the palm of the hungry child, and squeezed them heavily. Seeing the astonished expression of the child, he didn't have time to take another look, and immediately pulled Zhou Jiao away.

If the child yelled, he really couldn't walk.

He didn't want to act so irrationally on such an occasion, but the sentence I'm hungry reminded him of the orphanage when he was a child.

What Zhang Guoqing didn't know was that when he handed the food stamps to the child, the child's grandfather happened to catch sight of him. The old man quickly covered the child's mouth and looked at their backs as they left with tears in their eyes.

But even if he knew, he just smiled. He does as he pleases, not for the gratitude of others. I just hope that the child will not go to his father hungry.

After leaving the station, the couple got on the bus with their children and found a guest house not far from the downtown area. After washing up, Zhou Jiao was left to rest in the room with the child.

Zhang Guoqing went to the lobby of the guest house alone to inquire about local specialties and customs, and went out for a walk alone. After he had a rough idea, he returned to the room with the snacks he bought.

Zhou Jiao fed her son, lay down for a while, saw him come in, and said with a smile: Please ask, what's the matter?

Silly daughter-in-law, eat first and see how it tastes. I will talk while eating.

Ping An, do you want to eat more?

Seeing the child shaking his head, Zhang Guoqing knew that he was full, You two must like this place, especially because there are so many fruits. The local area is dominated by fruit trees and crops.

Zhou Jiao and Ping An's smiles were filled with his descriptions that were light and easy to avoid. Looking at his wife and son smiling, Zhang Guoqing felt that this was very good.

There is too much suffering in the world, it is better to enjoy yourself in time.

Rainwater makes the fruit on the fruit trees harvest abundantly, but it is inconvenient to store, which makes the local people lose their maximum income. Immediately afterwards, a greater difficulty-autumn harvest. How much can ordinary people harvest crops soaked in rainwater?

If the sky is loving, the sky is also old, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes.

Zhang Guoqing was full of melancholy, and accompanied Zhou Jiao and the child to walk around the city.

The rain began to fall in fits and starts. Sometimes it rains, sometimes it rains, and sometimes it gives some sunshine. Isn't life like this?