There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Along the way, the more north you go, the fewer and fewer passengers get on and off the train at the stops along the way. Zhang Guoqing's family and Wang's father and son set off from the county seat early in the morning, arrived at the provincial station, and got on the train with their train tickets. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.

This will take advantage of the lack of passengers, several people have had dinner, and Mr. Wang has already laid down on the vacant seat and dozed off. Uncle Wang leaned beside him considerately, and Zhou Jiao couldn't stop laughing when he glared at him.

Fortunately, there are few people, otherwise Uncle Wang must be more nervous if he goes out with a huge sum of money. She did not forget that on the bus from the county seat to the provincial capital, Comrade Lao Wang was always on the right side of Lao Wang.

Okay, I don't know if I can make it in the middle of the night, so you go to the meeting too.

Father, what shall we do after we get out of this car? Why do we go to senior brother's place in the middle of the night?

Mr. Wang waved his hand, Don't worry, he will wait for us at Meihekou as soon as he receives the telegram. Just pay attention to the name of the station, and don't sit too far.

Hey, you go to sleep.

Seeing that it was still early, Zhang Guoqing looked at his son who was sleeping in his arms, and instead of yelling at him, he gestured with his hands to signal that he was watching, and let Uncle Wang go to bed first.

Now when I get off the train, I have to take a passenger car, and then transfer to an ox cart, which is a lot of trouble. Judging by the speed of the train and the small stations along the way, it is estimated that it will be almost dawn when we arrive at the station.

In the middle of the night, Ping An woke up. After the father and son went to the toilet, they specifically consulted the flight attendants. Sure enough, it would be dawn at the destination at three o'clock in the morning or four o'clock in the morning.

Back in the carriage, Zhou Jiao opened her eyes to look at the father and son in a daze, and then fell asleep again. Zhang Guoqing was angry and funny at the same time.

Before he arrived, he learned from Mr. Wang that he needed to change trains, so he planned to ask Zhou Jiao to wait for him in his hometown with his son, but this time the mother and wife refused in unison. No, this will know how to suffer, right?

The old man Wang who just woke up saw him coming in and motioned to him to let him sleep for a while.

Zhang Guoqing nodded, patted the child in his arms, and closed his eyes. It was already late at night, and the regular besides melody of the train combined with the snoring in the carriage gradually made him fall asleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept. When he was dreaming of a ginseng that was bigger than a carrot, he was suddenly awakened by Zhou Jiao. He shook his head regretfully, It's here?

Zhou Jiao looked at him worriedly, Tired?

No, I'm having a sweet dream... Before Zhang Guoqing finished speaking, he heard Mr. Wang calling him from the front. After responding quickly, he carried his luggage, hugged his son, and dragged his daughter-in-law to go out.

Don't worry, I haven't opened the door yet.

Zhang Guoqing nodded with a smile.

Put more coats on the children, it's cold outside.

Zhang Guoqing took the clothes that Zhou Jiao handed over and wrapped the child, Grandpa Wang, do you want to write a sign and hold it up at the exit?

Mr. Wang smiled and shook his head, No need! If we go down with such a team, he can see it as long as he is not blind. Seven or eight years ago, when I came here, the child was picked up by a carriage. I don't know how he arranged it for this meeting. .”

Okay, you can figure it out. Zhang Guoqing didn't ask where the other party is working now, or how far the other party's home is from the famous city of Shen, so let's just wait and see.

After leaving the station, the sky was bright at this time, when a middle-aged man not far away saw the group of them, he immediately raised his hands and swayed towards them.

Here we come! Mr. Wang laughed happily when he saw the other party.

Uncle Shi, you're always here. I came here before one o'clock, why is it so slow? Are you starving? There is dry food in the car, and I ran to get hot water in it just now. Come on, let's get in the car first.

The other person was tall and big, if you didn't notice his walking steps, and those eyes that stared at others without any trace, you would definitely think that he was an ordinary farmer.

Mr. Wang smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and followed him out, How is the family?

Very good. Uncle Master is here to stay for a few more days this time. I have prepared a lot of good wine.

Your master ran out again?

I know I can't keep you from growing old. Even if he's not at home, how much wine can there be...

The two people in front stood side by side and talked and laughed, while Zhang Guoqing and Uncle Wang shook their heads behind. This meeting talked about wine, which made the old man very happy.

A carriage was not far from the side of the road, and a piece of blue coarse cloth was tied outside the carriage. When a group of people arrived, Mr. Wang asked Zhang Guoqing's family of three to go in with Mr. Wang, while he and his nephew sat in the front of the car and drove.

The martial nephew pointed to a package in the carriage, and said with a smile, You guys come by yourself, the water is in the jug.

After thanking Zhang Guoqing repeatedly, he let Zhou Jiao go in first, put the child in his arms on the quilt in the car, and then pulled Uncle Wang, who had always been meek, into the car together.

Perhaps this car often goes out to carry people, or it may be for other reasons. The interior of the carriage is extremely spacious, and several people do not feel squeezed in it at all.

As the few of them sat firmly, the nephew outside the car said Drive, and with a wave of the whip, the carriage began to run on the dirt road. After leaving the city, the road began to be bumpy, and people turned upside down in the carriage, up and down suddenly, and Ping An, who fell into sleep, was unconscious and fell asleep soundly.

Uncle Wang also accompanied the child to sleep. This guy probably didn't sleep soundly on the train, he felt relieved, and soon started to snore slightly as the carriage shook.

Zhou Jiao slowly climbed up and leaned against the carriage, and touched her waist indiscriminately. She almost broke her waist just now.

Hearing the loud voices of Mr. Wang and his nephew at the front of the car, the couple looked at each other with wry smiles and shook their heads. In the carriage for the next three hours or so, let alone sleep, the body would sway to pieces.

After more than half an hour, the voices of the two people who were chatting warmly in front gradually lowered. Through the car window, there were many forests everywhere they went, and there were continuous high mountains farther away.

... Lin Quan, how much did you collect?

Uncle, why do you always want so much, I don't ask, but you have to take it easy. Why do you spend money on these things? When can we go up the mountain and get less?

Maybe Mr. Wang glared at him, and the other party said with a smile: Okay, let me tell you. I have already said hello to the familiar old hunters and ginseng teams around me, and asked them to leave me all the valuable things. Yes. However, I also promised a few people that the price of wild ginseng over 300 years in their hands is higher than that of the buying station. Is it okay?

I don't know where Mr. Wang got the auction, and he made a loud bang, Don't be afraid of the price, as long as the product is good. You don't have to publicize it so that you know it everywhere.

You look down on people too much when you're old. I'm that idiot? What's more, those old guys privately ask that these things not be leaked to the outside world. If they are known, they will not be criticized.

Uncle Shi, since the establishment of the commune, it is not easy for them to take a long vacation to go to the mountains, and the prices of many things have increased a lot. You go back and think about it.

Mr. Wang: Don't think about it! My Gada land has also increased a lot. What's the price of the understory ginseng in the farm?

Why do you keep asking those people? The age is young, and the medicine with weak potency is almost enough to deceive the layman. Some time ago, I heard an old man say that the 30-year-old forest ginseng costs about 20 yuan. What's the use of eating that? The price of our wild ginseng is too high by those farms.