There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

What is the pattern? Does it change with status or with experience?These problems slowly, and their husbands and wives will experience it by themselves.

On the contrary, in front of him, there was such a strong father as Zhou Xiaozheng.For others, the days of perilous, frightening and frightening slipped by quietly until the twelfth lunar month.

After the first snowfall, Liang Meiren was once again in deep trouble, this time with the loss of her man, she was ultimately inferior to abandoning her son.

Zhou Jiao was not surprised at this result.

On the day when Liang Shengnan left the capital to be released, she quietly stood in the distance to see off.

Perhaps for some people, the other party's crime is not dead.

But there are more innocent people in this world, because the opponent's jump up and down has implicated how many people who have been successful in battle but have fallen innocently, let alone the opponent has been personally participating in the game.

Some people are celebrating, some are sad, and more people are waiting for the warmth after the snow, but history tells the world that the new and the old are replaced, and the cold winter is coming after the early winter.

Sure enough, as time passed, the street could no longer calm down, and more and more conflicts broke out immediately. Even Dr. Hu, a retired doctor, could no longer ask for leave, let alone Zhou Jiao’s fellow seniors. Too busy that there is no time to drink and chat.

In the midst of the winter, every family is not only used to the cats, but also worried about being injured by the innocent. Therefore, there are only a bunch of children who are not afraid of the cold chasing and playing at home.

The Hutong Courtyard is truly at the foot of the imperial city, and there are quite a few patrol guards nearby.The location is just a turn left from the park on the other side.

As soon as I entered the main house of the yard and opened the thick cotton curtain, a hot wind blew across my face, and it was like two worlds with the cold weather outside.

Aunt Chen changed to new manual work in the winter and was making sweaters. Of course, this was not their own. I heard that they were making sweaters for the sweater factory. An adult sweater can make 30 to 50 cents.

Zhou Jiao didn't quite understand why she was so tireless and still happy to contribute everything to her husband's nephew, but she didn't want to talk too much, lest she talk too much about her own affairs.

Doctor Hu was boring around the stove to bake potatoes. When she saw her coming in, his eyes lit up and he was about to stand up with a smile. He suddenly lowered his face and glared at her.

"Yesterday there were two groups of people who were beaten up and broke their arms and legs. Many people have broken arms and legs. You should pay attention to it when you go to and from get off work. Once you see a fight again, don't join in to watch the fun..."

Zhou Jiao smiled clearly, "Master, haven't I been here for a week? How are you doing? I brought a leg of lamb to add a dish for you."

A smile flashed in Doctor Hu's eyes, but he still told his apprentice again, "I'm fine here, don't go there. The alleys are alleys. Who knows if there will be a fight again suddenly."

After speaking, he frowned uncomfortably, "You also put something on your face, and all three children are taken care of. Don't let them go out."

Zhou Jiao forced her smile and nodded obediently.

"Ouch, I want to go again."

"Master, it's useless to go everywhere. It's all in trouble here, and I guess the posture outside may be even greater. I heard from my classmates that some places are really moving."

"Really?"

Zhou Jiao nodded, "I shouldn't lie to me."

Doctor Hu sighed again and again, and it was a pity that he was straight, but his eyes did not dare to look at his apprentice.

"It's still safe in the countryside. So many young people in this city don't go to school or work, and they are still too energetic. If these wild boys go to the countryside to do farm work, they will not make trouble."

Doctor Hu's unintentional remark made Zhou Jiao's mouth curled up.Master, you should not go to study medicine, it is more promising to be a magic stick!

Since even his elders can think of this, it is estimated that a new policy will be introduced soon.It's better to be early, she is afraid every time she goes to work.

It's really just fine. Suddenly a group of people rushed past you to stage a real version of the martial arts scene. It really couldn't bear it, especially now that you are still supplying those things like Mucangzhi.

Hearing from colleagues in the work unit that someone occupied someone's territory and blood flowed all over the place last night, Zhou Jiao didn't dare to go home to show off.

Even if her father and Zhang Guoqing kept reminding her, when they asked her, she pretended not to know, otherwise she would become unemployed.

"Aren't the two little guys on June 1st and May 1 clamoring around practicing martial arts? I saw the kids some time ago, and they have to take a medicinal bath, but they can take advantage of this winter to take advantage of the horses at home."

Zhou Jiao laughed, "Master, wait a minute, now they are starting to build a house at home."

"Oh, the player's house, that's better, it's better than going out."

"Well, almost." Zhou Jiao glanced at her master funny.You always underestimated the three children, they are thinking about building an igloo on the edge of the yard.

After chatting for a while, no one was sick, and the things were delivered. The winter days were short. Zhou Jiao listened to her advice and left. She also went outside for a stroll.

The notice of no holiday at the beginning of the Spring Festival of this year has been announced in advance. The new year of the Lunar New Year in 1967 has officially entered a new era, and the Spring Festival couplets on the street have also been renewed, which is very contemporary.

From the beginning of the spring to the end of the year, a group of people were assigned to other places, and the long queue of buying New Year’s goods was still not short.It seems that the capital has been crowded since ancient times.

On a trip in late summer and early autumn, in addition to some gifts on the bright side, with the cover of Zhou Xiaozheng and his son-in-law, Zhou Jiao had privately replaced everything that could be exchanged for real objects.

So this time I also bought some red paper and New Year pictures, and cashed in all the cloth tickets and industrial vouchers by the way. When she came out, she saw that she had free time, so she inevitably wanted to bring some new comic strips for the children.

After visiting the bookstore, Zhou Jiao took a look at her clothes, not very conspicuous, think about it or go to the nearest waste collection station to see, maybe I will encounter a few rare ancient books before the end of the year.

At the waste collection station, the old mottled wooden door was dark, and there was a big hole in the left eaves. The ground was littered with rubbish and messy. Standing in the yard, you could smell the musty and damp smell, which was extremely unpleasant.

This... is really a waste collection station.

Zhou Jiao concealed her astonishment. She opened the door and said to the aunt who came up to her that she wanted to find some books and textbooks, but of course she didn't forget to stuff a dollar in private.

Sure enough, money can cause ghosts to grind, and the other party specifically pointed to the warehouse inside and ordered a few words about illegal items not to be taken out.

Zhou Jiao smiled at her and looked at the other party's sharpness, and she probably did this job less.Her goal is not to gain much, just to see the status quo of the so-called scrap station in Zhang Guoqing's words.

This is a district waste station. Except for the snow-covered garbage mountain in the yard, there is really nothing good in the two warehouses inside, either broken jars and bowls, or broken newspapers.

After going around, even if she hadn't taken off her mask, she still smelled the stench in the air. Zhou Jiao took a look at it. It was a waste of her dollar.There is room for rebirth in the fifties