There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Catching crickets, tying grasshoppers, copying dragonflies, sticking cicadas, catching fireflies at night, and catching beetles for a race, Ping An and the twins in the capital live like ducks in water.

It was the weekend again, and upon learning that the watermelon harvest season had officially begun, Zhang Guoqing planned to take his three sons to experience life in the rural areas of the western suburbs early in the morning.

A tricycle was driven out of the gate of the compound privately by him under the guise of Gongji, and a pair of little brothers in the car clung to the handrails and started howling loudly.

Fly, fly quickly.

Ah... ah...

Ping An showed a bright smile beside him, grabbed the seat belts that bound his two younger brothers, and felt the coolness from the wind.

After driving for a while, Zhang Guoqing slowed down and shouted loudly: How is it? Enjoy?

The three brothers nodded repeatedly and responded loudly.

Thanks to Zhang Guoqing, the father's one after another trick game, the children's sense of loss without their mother has dissipated a lot.

The destination of the father and son this time is to go to Zhou Xiaozheng's yard in the countryside. Being in the mountains has an advantage, the dryland watermelon is very sweet.

And Zhang Guoqing brought the children over to play. In addition to letting the twins know about rural life, he also planned to bring some watermelons to the orphanage on the return trip for the sons to show their love.

Three cents a catty of big watermelon, only three yuan for a hundred catties. Even a small piece for one child is enough to keep those children happy for a long time.

Captain Zhou sent a message a few days ago, and when he heard the sound of a motorcycle, he immediately came to the drying yard. Sure enough, I guessed right, it was this kid who brought the cubs over.

Uncle, I'm busy.

How do you bring the children here? There are mosquitoes here, be careful.

Okay. Babies, hurry up and call someone.

After saying hello, Zhang Guoqing led his three sons back with Captain Zhou, and said as they walked, The busy farming is not over yet? Are you all having dinner in the cafeteria?

Captain Zhou knew he couldn't hide it from him, so he gave him a headache. This bastard doesn't look like a father, he just tosses his son. It's a good life in the city, but what's the point of coming here to remember bitterness and sweetness.

At noon, there are big pancakes and big porridge. Don't you worry about the children going hungry?

Without waiting for Zhang Guoqing to reply, Pingan patted his chest to assure that his three brothers would be fine. The twins who were led into the ditch by him nodded in support of their elder brother.

Speaking of experiencing life, in addition to letting the children see what the children in the village are busy with, it is impossible for Zhang Guoqing to really let the children do farm work for a long time.

First feed the three sons drinking water, change them into long clothes and trousers, lead them to the wheat field, and let them play with the children in the village.

He didn't say whether he wanted to pick wheat ears, or whether he wanted to dig loaches and eels with those older children, but he just followed them quietly and watched them blend in.

Ping An had been to the countryside with him many times, knew what he meant, and guided his younger brothers to pick wheat ears and put them in cloth bags. Anyway, he knew that when the three brothers were hot and wet all over, his father would be the first to take them away in distress.

Seeing the fleas on the children in the village around him again, and the white lice eggs on the girl's head, Ping An glanced at his father speechlessly.

Fortunately, the three brothers have bald heads, otherwise they would have been infected if they were so close!

The two little radish heads didn't know a thing, cheered happily and squatted down to pick them up desperately, wishing that all the little brothers and sisters would leave.

Ping An Mu looked at his brothers with pity. Silly brother, you have been tricked! No matter how much you pick up, it doesn't belong to our family. Dad will say that it is a public property.

Thinking of how he was cheated by his father in the past years, Ping An would cry for himself.

After seeing the twins for more than an hour, Zhang Guoqing pulled the two brothers up and said, Recite the ancient poem Compassion for the People to Dad.

At noon on the day of hoeing,

Sweat drops to the ground.

Who knows that Chinese food,

Every particle is hard work.

Zhang Guoqing applauded, You are amazing! Do you know how to grow wheat?

The twins shook their heads.

Ping An, explain it to the younger brothers. Zhang Guoqing said while passing the water bottle to the eldest son first. In the countryside, everyone drinks well water from a ladle, so he still has some taboos.

Ping An took two sips, handed them to the two younger brothers, and signaled them to drink if they were thirsty. He began to say: Before planting wheat, you must first plow the land, and then fertilize the field again. Farmyard manure is your poop. Before planting wheat, spread the manure evenly on the ground.

It's not over yet. Do you think this is a ridge of land, row by row, planted neatly? It's all done bit by bit by the farmer's grandfather with raking tools.

I've ordered the wheat seeds. During the period of waiting for the wheat seeds to mature, we must often weed and irrigate with water and manure. After finally waiting for the wheat to mature, I have to bend over to separate the crops while it is not raining, and wait for them to dry. Still have to pay public food.

Pingan said here, looked around, and said in a low voice: Our hometown can only grow one season of wheat a year, and we pay public grain, and the family can only keep 16 catties in a good harvest year.

You are still young, and when you grow up with your brother in two years, you will understand that being a farmer is the most difficult and tiring, and eats the least. The good things are taken by the city people, so everyone wants to go to the city to be a worker.

Zhang Guoqing cleared his throat, looked at his eldest son shrugging his nose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Now you know that farming is hard work, don't you? In the future, we must cherish food and not be picky about food.

Liu nodded and stretched out his hands, Dad, I'm dirty and want to wash my hands.

Dad, itches, take a shower.

It is already very good to wait until now to make a request. Zhang Guoqing was also reluctant to let his son suffer. He was not really crazy and planned to make his son a farmer.

While taking the sons to the river, they were talking about how much wheat they could harvest from the land they were standing on just now, how many finished products, and how long the three brothers could eat.

He washed the three children one by one in water, put on long-sleeved trousers again, and took them to the cafeteria to eat. For this, he paid four taels of food stamps and 20 cents.

Of course, the meal at noon is more than big pancakes, and it is not big porridge. For the hard-working commune members, the production team specially cooked loofah soup, stewed three or five small meat slices, and two plates of seasonal vegetables.

With such a meal, everyone was so happy that with a satisfied smile on their faces, they grabbed the chopsticks and stuffed them into the mouth, not forgetting to tell their children to eat quickly.

The four Zhang Guoqing and his son were accompanied by Captain Zhou. The speed did not need to be so fast, but it would not delay their lunch break. Who is not tired for a long time and wants to relax slowly.

At the beginning, the twins were still unhappy when they saw these meals, and looked at Zhang Guoqing with pursed mouths. Ping An whispered in his ear that his father had already given the money, and if he didn't eat it, he would lose money. After that, he immediately grabbed the wooden spoon and ate well.

Zhang Guoqing didn't care about the children eating more or less, not to mention the children, he was too embarrassed to let go of the fullness.

After a while, let the children eat some bread and cakes, and then take them to catch some loach and miscellaneous fish, and take a few photos to commemorate. When the watermelons are weighed at sunset, the outing will be over.

Five hundred catties of watermelons sounds like a lot, and there are not many of them piled up there. As in previous years, these watermelons took the production team's ox cart to the city the next day, leaving one hundred catties tied to the back seat of the three wheels.

The children abandoned by God in the orphanage are not all angels with broken wings, and many able-bodied children do not know where to reveal this.

Zhang Guoqing understands the sensitive inner world of these children too well - wanting to love but afraid of being hurt, wanting to integrate into the outside world but afraid of being discriminated against.

Having grown up in an orphanage, he didn't dare to show any mercy. He could only let his sons make trouble with them and laugh with them.

There is no need for sympathy, much less unfulfilled promises.