There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

The wedding of Zhang Ziwen and Mao Minghui is indeed as simple as he himself said beforehand, but it also reveals a strong newcomer and new atmosphere.

In the staff canteen where the county post office and the supply and marketing cooperative are mixed and matched, there are a table of simple wedding banquets in the hall.And the dishes are even more unusual than this year’s old Zhang’s New Year’s Eve and grandma’s home banquet on the third day of the first month.

——In the words of Zhang Ziwen's aunt who pouted her lips from time to time, it was really shabby.

Is it really shabby?

Not really.

You have to know that now you can make you a dozen or so people, with a so-called big gift of three yuan, but let you not only taste the meat, but also eat the buns, and by the way, you can’t eat it. It's impossible.

It's not that Zhang Meili didn't arrange it in advance, but she really didn't dare to mess around.It is glorious to be poor these days, but the rich are locked in the bullpen.

In particular, Zhang Chunming and Zhang Meili are really not people who instigate outsiders.Even if they save money in peacetime, they won't lose the guests who come to congratulate him.

Therefore, for the eldest son's wedding, the couple spent a lot of effort and energy before returning to the village to prepare half a fan of pork and a lot of frozen fish.

Throw away the liniang meat that I brought when I picked up the bride early this morning, and the four knives of meat that she gave to her father, mother, and her three brothers when she returned to her family’s New Year’s greetings on the first month. I would rather make a meal of dumplings with more cabbage and less meat than worry about wronging your customers.

But no amount of meat left can withstand the consumption of twenty tables.The old colleagues who did not intend to invite, they are here, even the neighbors in the neighborhood are here, can they still drive people away?

No, in the end, it was the kitchen master of the unit that was embarrassed to understand Zhang Meili, using his good knife to cut the pork as thin as A4 paper to make the meat.

To say this, I really can't help but admire the master's good sword skills.Hey...Whoever eats one more slice, won't other people eat meat?

The wedding banquet that has been missed by a few concubines for a long, long time, there is no eight big plates, and it is said that it is from the city, does it become shabby?

But since it is a banquet, of course there must be wine.How about wine, want to go to Moutai and burn Northeast Sorghum?That is impossible.Even if Zhang Ziwen's family can afford it, they dare not be too jealous.

Tables and jars of rotten red potato wine brewed by the farmhouse, and orange-flavored soda.To be honest, Zhang Meili and her husband really worked hard this time.

Fortunately, the results were gratifying, this thought was not in vain, the eldest son's wedding scene was quite lively.

Especially when Zhang Ziwen and Mao Minghui's colleagues presented their congratulations, it was the warm applause and congratulations of the guests under the leadership of the newlyweds' leading boss.

Normally, most of my colleagues, friends, neighbors, and neighbourhoods are minors, ranging from three cents to fifty cents. Based on the amount of money they have put together, they can buy daily necessities for the newcomer: such as aluminum pots, kettles, and face washes. Basins, mirrors, and a pair of pillowcases.

But this group of energetic young people dared to break the stereotypes and adopted tricks. This is wonderful!

In addition to presenting a plaster statue of the chairman, they also gave a lot of pictures of the chairman's portrait for a dime.Some people beckon, some are sitting, some are full-body, some are half-length, anyway, it feels very much.

And these gifts are just right, and in this era of red glitter, they add another solemnity to the couple's characteristic vows.

Having eaten a wedding banquet, it is usually time to "make trouble in the bridal chamber" at night.

The bridal chamber at this time was very simple and unpretentious, especially in the county town, and it would not be full of tricks, even playing maliciously and causing death.

This year and month are the bachelor villages like Xinlin Village that were just liberated earlier, or those small villages that are locked in to marry together. As long as there are patriarchs, they will not allow these vulgar things to affect their reputation.

As for what to pick up in private, what to hook up...... That is in private.Don't say that you were going to sink in before, but now you will be beaten up when there is a sign.

The banquet is gone, the winter days are short, and the earth falls into darkness early.

The festive moment of making new houses under the lights is about to come.

The new and brand-new bride and groom, and the guests who came to congratulate Xi successively distributed candies, and then asked the bride and groom to sing a red song, and then teased Zhang Ziwen and Mao Minghui about their relationship.

Speaking of happiness, it caused a roar of laughter.Finally, someone will have some small questions, and everyone will play a little game together.Everyone also dissipated one by one with the unfinished and reluctant mood.

Must have a good night for the bride and groom, right?

It's a pity that tonight, no matter how Zhang Ziwen waits to see Mei Jiao Niang, he also has to curb his mind.Probably because tomorrow morning, Brother San will return to Beijing in peace.

In the new house, Mao Minghui first took out the gift to be given to the tea ceremony tomorrow morning from the wooden box for the dowry, and by the way, he looked at Zhang Ziwen, who really became her lover, blushed and asked in a soft voice: "True Doesn't matter? I heard that Xiaoya's cousin gave her brothers and sisters a dollar each."

Zhang Ziwen looked at her happily and said with a smile: "The ten dollars you gave to the three Ping An brothers are not as good as the insoles you made by yourself. They are more mind-conscious, and this is up to my uncle and uncle.

Mao Minghui looked at him hesitantly, then hesitated: "Then I really gave my uncle and the others a pair of cloth shoes that I bought?"

Zhang Ziwen looked at her amused, "Are you planning to talk to me like this for the rest of your life? I remember someone told me not long ago that a woman is half the sky and husband and wife should be equal."

Mao Minghui laughed and said, "That is to say, this sentence makes you hard to forget. If I make my own decision not to discuss with you, believe my mother or not, I will cut me? I can see it, you are her own son. , I picked it up from outside."

"It’s okay, doesn’t my mother like to be upside down like my mother, she also likes you very much. Now that’s good, you have a topic again, and you can stick together all day, and you don’t have to talk about me or anything The words are not finished yet, this is about to start urging again."

Mao Minghui smiled upon hearing this.Her mother-in-law has a cheerful personality, is open-minded, and has a point of view. She doesn't know how to make one thing behind her face. How can she dislike it?

In particular, there are a lot of big aunts, second aunts and so on. They are either insinuatingly sour in the words, or when they rely on the old and sell old "guidance", the mother-in-law has been stunned every time.

Hehe... She likes such a mother-in-law, not like her mother, who lives under the siege of her all her life, but sulking herself afterwards.

As the only daughter in the family, she is still the youngest. Although she was grown up by her parents like a sister-in-law, the most powerless thing about her is that regardless of whether the elders in the next room are right or wrong, she has to be taught by her parents. Apologize for the reason.

Ask her to say that some people, some people, if you bear with them one step, they will be even more stubborn. It's better to just tear your skin and never contact.

"What are you thinking about? Let's go back, it's too late, eh..." Zhang Ziwen was halfway through, and the Cucumber Egg blushed subconsciously, his eyes dodged and said, "There are many sets of padded jackets, the weather outside is cold. "

A couple put on their coats and left the new house in the east wing. Only then did they find that the family had left, leaving room for the couple.

Upon seeing this, Mao Minghui flushed even more, bowed his head and walked to the door first to wait for him to come out.There is room for rebirth in the fifties