There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

"Mom, I'll get this."

Zhou Jiao passed the peaceful voice to her ears.

"Son, how nice you and mom are at home, it's hard to wait in line."

Ping An tightly grasped the book, looked up at Zhang Guoqing, found that he was too short, and reached out for him to hug him, "I like Dad and want to be with Dad."

The silly dad laughed happily, holding the baby, and the two of them bowed their heads and chattered, not forgetting to answer the questions last week.

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

Zhou Jiao looked forward, pursing her lips and smiling.The charisma of her parents-in-law has conquered her neighbors.It hasn't been here for a long time, and there is still a group of old neighbors around.

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

An old man next to him stretched out his hand to grasp the notebook in Ping An's hand.

Ping An avoided gently and smiled at him.

"Oh, the little guy is amazing. Do you know what this is for? Zhang, what do your grandson eat? My grandson is hungry and thin to a bone."

Zhang Meihao's father, Uncle Chen interjected and laughed: "Well, kid, just drink some porridge. This child is mainly raised by his parents. Some good things are left to the children."

The old man looked around at the children around him, shook his head and smiled: "No. In addition to being strong, this child is also clever. I heard that it would be better for children to take snacks and supplements. Xiaowu, did your son eat it?"

Zhang Guoqing smiled and shook his head, "I'm too young to dare to make up. Now I have no conditions to make up. My son has a good appetite and eats everything, not picky eaters. If you always don't give your children candy, keep your children fat. "

Uncle Chen and Daddy Zhang looked at each other, smiled and nodded straight.Secretly discussing Zhang Guoqing, this kid is starting to perfuse.His son has a really good appetite, but what can he eat?Although he hadn't seen it before, he gave a lot of wild eggs to his grandson every time.Why is the child not strong?

Another old man on the side listened, "Your son eats whole grains like a snack? Will he make a noise and refuse to eat?"

Zhang Guoqing smiled and did not answer, and said to Ping An, "Son, tell this grandfather, what do you usually eat?" He knew that no matter how many people he said, he would not believe him, so he might as well let Xiaoding speak.

Ping An glanced at the old man, raised his little hand, breaking his fingers, "Hominy, sweet potato porridge..."

Uncle Chen stepped forward and smiled and covered his little hand, "Okay. Don't count. Why do you think you are so clear? Ask your dad to buy meat buns in a restaurant for you, you know?"

Ping An shook his head, "There is no money."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people all around burst into laughter.

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

Ping An didn't wait for the other party to finish, and chuckled twice, and said, "A lie. My grandpa has no tickets. My mother said that grandpa has no money and is hungry."

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

The people next to him were provoked by him to laugh again.

Everyone joked Zhang Guoqing, "Little Five, your wife teaches your child like this. Are you afraid that your child will say you lied to him when he grows up?"

Zhang Guoqing smiled and said: "My old husband and the two of them have been eating in the unit canteen, and they really don't have any money. Now they eat almost like us."

"No? Such a big official still eats so badly?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This is not the past, everyone is equal. It is really possible to eat the same as our common people."

"That said, being an official is not good. You see, our parents and officials are not the same as us. Or the people are comfortable."

Zhang Guoqing listened to the discussion in the crowd, bowed his head and patted the child with a smile in his eyes.A few days ago, his old husband did write a letter saying that there was nothing good to eat.He is not a lie.

Seeing that everyone was talking more and more disrespectful, Zhang Daddy smiled and pointed to the front, "Look at it,

Soon someone rushed over and shouted, "There is no egg supply this month. Don't go there anymore, there is already scattered, no one is in line."

Everyone sighed immediately.Since the first month of the first month, there is no egg supply. It is better to have a ticket than no ticket, and it can make people miss it.

Zhang Guoqing had long thought of not going to the vegetable shop today.He wondered to himself that he should go up the mountain and sit and eat the sky. If this continues, let alone the future, he will have to suffer for the past few years.

He is now worried that there are too many wooden boxes piled up in the space, and he and Zhou Jiao have compressed them so hard that they still take up most of the space.But valuable things are not as important as survival supplies.

Seeing the food shop opened, I patted him safely and let him go forward.

Zhang Guoqing moved forward happily. When it was his turn, he didn't even supply brown rice. It was all coarse grains such as dried sweet potatoes and cornmeal.

After receiving the ration, he did not participate in the discussion. He took his son to pick up dozens of kilograms of rations, and returned to the side to wait for Zhang to go to the processing place.

At the processing point, Zhou Jiao and Zhao Yuanyuan have been in line for a long time.It was finally their turn, but the family never came, so they could only let the people behind them process it first.

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

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

Upon seeing this, Zhou Jiao picked up the child and let them come forward.As for whether the rations in her family should be like everyone else, she is not interested to observe.The days get harder and harder.

Turning over the ticket attached to the back of the supply book, she found that a lot of things could not be bought this month, so she could only comfort herself and save it for future memory.

In the old Zhang family, family affairs always followed Zhang's mother.This time Mr. Zhang said nothing, and let the processing point be polished.

Zhang Guoqing on the side listened and took a deep breath.He glanced at Daddy Zhang sadly, why is his mother in charge of everything?

Father Zhang gave him a blank look.What does this silly son know?The rations can be stored for later use.Without seeing the village canteen, there is only one dry meal every day.

Now that he and his wife are eating public food, they don't know how to thank God.In this way, I still think that the seven suspicions will be retributed.

Zhang Guoqing was stared and smiled.Forget it, since Mr. Zhang and his second child are eating, his family can't choke.Save these for later.If he thinks, he would rather add wild vegetables without chaff.

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