There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

After eating the noodle soup prepared by Zhang's mother, Zhang Lao Er, who had no results, persuaded Zhang Lao Er to pat his stomach, "Father, I will go out first and find the old guys to contact me."

"Go. Drink less."

"Good Le."

"Mother, go back to your room early, don't rush to the kitchen."

"Okay, just two bowls."

Mother Zhang watched her son go out and quickly cleaned up the work she was doing. After she left the kitchen and entered the Westinghouse, she saw her wife crawling on the ground.

She came to the front curiously, "What's wrong?"

"When the kid goes out, I have to prepare something."

After listening to Zhang's mother, she moved the stool beside him, sat down and beat her legs, her eyes kept staring at his wife's movements.

Father Zhang buckled and searched and finally pulled out a piece of oil paper bag from the kang hole, got up and put the thing on the kang, patted the dust off his legs with both hands.

Looking at the familiar black oil-paper bag, Mother Zhang couldn't help but smile, "Have you lost your family?"

"I plan to bring Xiao Wu's money."

"Are you worried that he has no money?"

"There aren't many. We made some money on May Day before, and we gave it to the stones and bought us a yard in the provincial capital. How can we afford to toss."

As he said, Zhang sighed lightly, "Although the child goes abroad this time, the money paid by the country can be used, but there is no enough money to go outside. We are 25 this year, and there are more places to spend money."

"Xiao Wu said he has increased his salary."

"It's not that I dislike the old son. No matter how high he is, he can't spend enough money. His hands are too loose. Before he came back for the New Year, he lost his breath after drinking too much.

It is said that many soldiers who went to the battlefield last time either had missing arms or broken legs, or left bloody.Some of them are not even in their early twenties, but they are still a bit better. They are raised by their parents and brothers.

The most pitiful are those who have just gotten into a family, and they just leave behind orphans and widows.Once the daughter-in-law remarried, no one took care of the children...

Hey...Don't say anything. I saw that our old son would definitely send money to those people. He was soft-hearted and would help if he saw it."

Father Zhang frowned, "Remember those years? Brother Zhou donated a lot of money. I guess this family's money is not saved."

Mother Zhang blinked her eyes: She didn't understand what her wife meant.

"Also, don't look at the high salary. Do you want the aunty to pay? Do the three young men want to eat and drink? Or we won't use our brains to make money on May Day."

Mother Zhang opened her mouth, "You mean, we have no money for Xiaowu?"

"Oh, it's really hard to talk to you. Didn't I say it, there are not too many. Poor family and rich road, understand what this means?"

Daddy Zhang glanced at his wife, "Give us more information to let us go abroad on May 1st. If you have money, you don't worry about suffering abroad. Money is courage. That's a foreign country. Brother Zhou can't control it."

Mother Zhang was stunned when she heard the words, smashed, smashed, "You make sense."

"That is, I have lived my whole life, so why don't I understand this."

Mother Zhang guiltyly averted her gaze: she would not tell her wife.Jia Jiaojiao told her privately, not to mention the money for three grandchildren to marry a wife, even 30 grandchildren would have saved up for a wife.

Knowing that the old son has always loosened her hands, how can she not beat the old son couple as a mother?

What's more, her old son and couple are angry with her.Nowadays, even the safe yard has been prepared, and it is a lot of money to rent Crooked Nuts for a month.

Daddy Zhang, who was kept in the dark, asked in a low voice, "For so many years, Xiao Wu has given us almost 5,000 yuan, and I have collected some scumbags for him, and there are still 3,000 yuan. Do you want to take it all? "

"How much can we spend when we are old?" Mother Zhang said nothing, and decisively decided, "Take them all first and put them at home. I don't dare to go far. What else? There are up to a thousand yuan here."

"Yes, yes, take them all. The others are there."

"That's not hurry, let's hurry up while the second child is not here now."

"As for?" Saying that, Zhang father stuffed the money into the cabinet, and Limara walked out with his heels.

To be able to hide from his second child, he still had to hide it. He believed that his second son would be greedy for petty and cheap things and would not be greedy for his brother's things, but it was not good to have lumps in his heart.

He now hopes that he will leave with his wife later, and that his three sons are still so united.

Seeing him stand up, Mother Zhang hurriedly put the eight-jin prepared in the cabinet on the quilt again: This smelly old man would be stubborn when he said that he did something.

You go, don't hide in the quilt, how do you go?

So when he left early the next morning, Zhang Lao Er saw his parents’ luggage—a thick winter quilt, a large canvas duffel bag, and...

"Mother, don't you need to wear a quilt this summer?"

"Who knows whether foreign countries are cold or not? Take it first."

Zhang Lao Er's mouth twitched. He had seen him wear a quilt in college, but he hadn't heard of anyone who would wear a quilt when studying abroad.

Father Zhang explained, "This year, cotton is cheap. If you don't need it on May Day, you will directly give it to your brother. Usually, you have to send shipping costs, and now I save it."

Zhang Lao Er smiled bitterly and nodded, and moved out quickly, worried that it was too late, and his mother would bring another quilt.

He can be regarded as serving his father and mother, but it is not that he is reluctant to bear things, or that he wants to bring his children abroad. His brother really does not lack this.

Didn't you see what the quilt his brother prepared for his father and mother last year?

That's the real silk quilt!

——It's warm and light.

At this point, he is not easy to say it. Once he speaks, his parents will definitely take it back to Xiao Wu, and should Xiao Wu blame him?

When going to travel a long distance, Father Zhang naturally wanted to give his brother and brother a message, so that the old brother would not find him at the door: old, old, not only he is old, but the boss is also old.

Most of the old men are strong.

Two hundred catties of wheat were picked up and left lightly without any effort. Now, a few days ago he saw that he couldn't even move it.

Before, he still felt a little bit in his heart that his brother sometimes spoke too much, but if it was too much, his brothers in his whole life would have time.

——How long can someone live in their seventies?

The boss's bones can't be compared with himself at all.He, I'm afraid I'll stay outside for a long time, and I won't see the last time of my brother.

There is also the weak eldest sister who has suffered too much for decades. She has gray hair and stooped back. She often says that she has back pain, and her back hurts even when she sits or sleeps.

I don’t know what medicine was given to her, how did she take it?

The melancholy Father Zhang glanced at his wife's vigorous pace, and shook his head with a laugh.No wonder the old guys say that they are getting younger and younger.

His elder son is a bit of a loser.

But it can't be said that they are all bad losers.

At least for the past few decades, the ginseng pills and the calcium tablets for the bones have been sent continuously, which really made him and his wife live in a very good spirit.There is room for rebirth in the fifties