There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Along the way, the shuttle bus from the provincial capital arrived at the county seat, and it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as the car door opened, Zhou Jiao got out of the car first, and took a deep breath from a distance. At this moment, she regretted so much why she didn't wait for her godfather to send her back at night, or she could drive back at night by herself.

She took it for granted.

Riding in this dilapidated passenger car in this summer is really worse than a pig. The driver has no awareness of the load limit at all. As long as there are people on the side of the road, he will stop, and the conductor will shout loudly: Squeeze in, squeeze in...

The farther away from the provincial capital, the more people get on the bus, and all the baskets, chicken baskets, bamboo baskets and shoulder poles are all pushed in. Passengers who came and went on the way did not stop.

That's not to mention, the family of three sitting in the innermost place can still avoid being hit, but the smell of chicken excrement, feces, and sweat irritates the sense of smell, making it useless for her to open the window no matter what. No supplement.

Zhou Jiao patted the clothes on her body, always feeling that she smelled bad. Her cured cleanliness has also returned, and now she desperately needs a shower.

Carrying a small schoolbag, Ping An hopped up to her, took out the water bottle and handed it to her, Mom, you won't vomit if you drink some water.

Baby, where's your dad?

My dad asked me to watch you first, and he ran to show his love and help the old man move things. Look, he is there.

Zhou Jiao followed the direction he pointed, and sure enough Zhang Guoqing was carrying bamboo baskets. Seeing this, she smiled and shook her head. This silly man won't even throw away his luggage, right?

Zhang Guoqing seemed to sense the eyes of his wife and children, waved at them, helped the old man move to the bullock cart on the side of the road, ran back to the cart and got off with two bags of luggage.

Seeing him coming, Zhou Jiao joked, Which old man is this acquaintance?

Zhang Guoqing laughed happily. He knew that along the way, she secretly joked with the passengers on the bus for a long time. No, revenge is coming soon.

Ping An followed up and said, Father, you have so many relatives.

So you have a lot of relatives. Son, come on! Fight for the people of the whole country to be our relatives.

Ping An happily giggled.

Zhou Jiao reached out to hug him, gave Zhang Guoqing a sideways look, and hurried forward. Her son shouldn't be so rotten and kind, like these two fools!

Daughter-in-law, let me hug you.

No, hurry up, I'm itchy all over.

Zhang Guoqing followed closely, teasing her, Don't tell me. Just now I saw a lot of lice crawling around on the head of the aunt in front of you.

Zhang Guoqing! You are dead!

Haha... I'll take a shower when I get back. Daughter-in-law, do you smell chicken excrement on me?

Get out!

Son, your mother speaks foul language.

Ping An was determined not to get involved with them, turned his head to look at the side of the road, and pointed not far ahead, Father, the supply and marketing cooperative is our home.

My son has a really good memory.

Before he had gone a few steps, a person approached him and smiled happily, Oh, isn't this Xiao Wu? You can count yourself as going home?

Zhang Guoqing smiled and said, Uncle, long time no see, how are you doing?

It's all good, all is good. Come home, your father should be very happy.

Then I'll go first, come and play at home when I have time.

well.

Zhang Guoqing walked for a while, put his luggage on his shoulders, and quickly said in a low voice: Jiaojiao, give me your son, I won't be able to leave later.

Zhou Jiao glanced at the door of the hotel not far away, and handed her son to him.

Dad, what's the matter?

Shh... you'll find out later.

At the entrance of the hotel, Master Fu and Wang Dasheng waited for their family of three to come over with smiles.

Ouch, who is this?

Zhang Guoqing greeted them one by one.

This is Xiaopingan, he looks really energetic. Does your grandfather have any books now?

Ping An still remembered that the old man had bought food from him, and he shouted loudly, Hello, Grandpa Gu.

Zhang Guoqing looked at everyone with a smile, Is this a good product tonight?

The master smiled and nodded, They are waiting for beef.

Zhang Guoqing understood in seconds. There should be another accident in the production team, and these people came here after hearing the news.

Master, please save some for me. Everyone, I will send the child back first.

Go ahead. Your father should be very happy.

Zhang Guoqing hugged his son to say goodbye to them. After walking a few steps, Pingan whispered in his ear, Dad, I know what it means. You are afraid that they will pull you to wait.

That's what it means. Do you think it's your grandma at the gate?

Ping An looked forward, but it wasn't his grandma. He quickly waved, Dad, you put me down. I run fast!

Don't worry, your grandma is coming over.

Zhang's mother looked in front of her in disbelief, and shouted loudly: The child's father, Xiao Wu and the others are back. After speaking, she ran away.

The chickens in the yard thumped in fright. Father Zhang heard it bounced off the kang, put on his shoes and walked out quickly. Sure enough, he guessed right, his old son really came back!

The villain grinned brightly, and quickly threw herself into Mother Zhang's arms, Grandma, I miss you every day, why don't you visit me?

Zhang's mother picked up her grandson and ran home, she was so happy, the baby screamed all the time. As for the favorite old son, he has to take a step back.

Grandma, I'm heavy. Can you hold me? Are you tired? Where's my grandpa?

Zhang's mother hugged him tightly, Grandma's good grandson. Really sensible. Grandma is not tired. Holding you, grandma is full of strength. Are you hungry?

I have eaten. We also went to see my uncle. My uncle told you not to worry, he will go home this weekend. Grandma, why are you thin? Is there not enough food?

Mother Zhang's heart was scalded by her little grandson's concern. What is a pro-grandson, this is a pro-grandson. Even if he is not by his side, he still remembers his grandma.

Grandma, tell me that you have no food. I have rations. I don't have much snacks, which is enough for you. After the little showman finished speaking, his eyes lit up, and he shouted to the approaching father Zhang: Grandpa, I am Ping An, I miss you so much. Why don't you and grandma come to see me? I have hidden a lot of things waiting for you...

Father Zhang was so happy that he snatched the grandson from his wife's arms, weighed it, and smiled happily: Okay, my grandson has grown up again.

Ping An hugged Father Zhang tightly and touched his face, Grandpa, you have lost weight too. Come back to the capital with us. Our house has a new yard, and my father has cleaned it up.

Passers-by Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao, who were eating melons, were ignored from the beginning to the end. The couple looked at each other and smiled speechlessly. The little thing started acting again.

After entering the yard, Ping An turned his head and waved to Zhang Guoqing, Dad, quickly bring the bag in. Then he muttered to Zhang Dad: Grandpa, there are good things in it. My mother said to make up for you and grandma. You and grandma Don't be reluctant to eat it, you can live a long life if you eat it, and I will give birth to a son for you to play with.

Father Zhang laughed so hard that his intestines got knotted. This little guy is better than the old son. He nodded again and again, Okay, grandpa will wait for your son to come out.

Father Zhang put him on the kang, and Ping An pulled Mother Zhang to sit down, Grandma, didn't I tell you in the letter that I learned martial arts. I will perform for you, and I am very good now.

The little thing punched the kang, and looked at Zhang's father and Zhang's mother with bright eyes, How is it? Your grandson is amazing, right? My grandfather said I was a genius.

Father Zhang and mother Zhang nodded happily.

Very powerful! You can't find it anywhere in the country.

Better than a genius. Did you practice hard?

Ping An shook his head, No. When I get older, I will be even more powerful.