Several times in dreams

Chapter 161 The Road Home
Coming home from work that day, Zhang Chunshan came to the bedroom excitedly. Yuhui was a little tired after a busy day today, so she lay down on the bed when she came back.

Meng Wanying was cooking in the kitchen, and Zhang Xueqing was doing homework in the living room. She was already a third-year junior high school student, and she was going to take the senior high school entrance examination next year. Every homework was very intense, and there were more homework.

Zhang Xiangxiang has just entered the first grade this year, and she is sitting opposite her sister at the moment. She doesn't have much homework, but she does it very carefully. If she can't write a word well, she will take the initiative to erase and rewrite it. Sometimes she scratches the book, and then Grin and cry for a while, then tear out the entire page and start over.

Zhang Xueqing looked at this perfectionist sister and shook her head. She thought that when she first went to school, she didn't even think about writing well. After finishing writing, she hurried out to have fun. No matter how serious she is, everyone is like her. She went to junior high school You'll be exhausted!
"Hui'er, I heard a news that there will be a batch of quotas to be handed over at the end of this year. There is a railway from your hometown to the seaside. It has been completed now. Do you remember my comrade-in-arms? You bought Wang Liqing from Old Turtle, they have been building this railway for several years, I heard that they are accepting applications now, let's apply!"

"Is this news reliable?" Yu Hui sat up from the bed, "But what can we do after we go? You can do what you're used to, but I don't know how to do things on the railway!"

"Are you stupid? There are also schools on the railway. When we were in Beijing, every district had its own schools, kindergartens, and hospitals. It's perfect."

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and sign up!" Yu Hui has always had a wish since she returned to her hometown the year before last, to take her mother back to her hometown during her lifetime.

"Are you stupid, it's late at night, who can you sign up for?" Zhang Chunshan looked at the impatient Yuhui and laughed dumbfoundedly.

"Then go tomorrow! Mom! Mom!" Yu Hui couldn't wait to put on her slippers and walked to the kitchen. She wanted to tell her mother the good news as soon as possible.

"Really? That's good! Oh, I dreamed of going back. When I went back to my hometown that year, they fought for a homestead. I said it didn't matter whether I went back to my hometown or not. I didn't mean it..." Meng Wanying said while busy.

"I know... I know you best! Now that we have this opportunity, we must seize it!"

"Catch what?" Zhang Xueqing appeared at the kitchen door.

"Ruirui, your father and I are discussing about transferring back to Shandong, so that we will be closer to our hometown."

"Shandong? My hometown? Is it the place we went back to the year before last?" Zhang Xueqing had no idea of ​​her hometown, she felt that it was the same everywhere.

"Okay, it's finally finished." Zhang Xiangxiang said to herself, sighed pretentiously at a young age, and then slowly packed her schoolbag.

"I'm so hungry," Zhang Xiangxiang smelled the smell of the kitchen.

"Shunshun hungry? It will be ready soon! Grandma steamed cabbage rolls today, they are delicious!"

Meng Wanying raised her head and glanced out of the kitchen. This child has been a picky eater since she was a child, and she has a bad appetite. Cabbage rolls are her favorite, and they are easy to digest. Meng Wanying often cooks them in autumn and winter.

Meng Wanying is good at making all kinds of pasta, and after making good noodles for a while, she took advantage of this time to finely chop the cabbage, sent out a handful of vermicelli, and chopped it up. It would be better if there was oil residue left over from oil refining, and chopped it together. Season with salt and pepper, and then roll out the dough thinly. The steamed cabbage rolls reveal the green color of the cabbage and the red color of the fat residue, delicious and beautiful.

When the paper was out of the pot, Zhang Xueqing helped Yuhui put it on the table. Zhang Xiangxiang had washed her hands and waited.

Zhang Xueqing didn't follow Meng Wanying in this point, she was a boy with a carefree personality, often forgot to wash her hands, and started grabbing food, Meng Wanying was so angry that she muttered that she must follow their old Zhang's family.

One cabbage roll for each person, a bowl of white noodle and egg soup, served with pickles pickled by Meng Wanying, the whole family had a hot dinner.

After eating, the second pot was finished steaming. Yuhui took a clean plate and picked up four papers, "Ruirui, send it to Xiao Nan's house!"

Teacher Qu doesn't know how to make pasta, and the two children watch others eat buns and dumplings, and they pester them every day. Whenever Meng Wanying makes pasta at home, she will send some to his house.

Zhang Xueqing gently knocked on the opposite door, and it was Xiao Nan who opened the door. The family was having dinner, "Mr. Xiao, Mr. Qu!" Zhang Xueqing greeted politely.

"My grandma steamed cabbage rolls, let me bring some for you to try." Zhang Xueqing put the plate on the table.

There is only a pot of vegetable soup on the table, and a bowl of broken rice for each person. Xiao Nan’s family is from the south and eats rice all year round.

In order to save money, Mr. Mi Xiao has a trick, which is to soak the rice first, and then dry it in the sun. After steaming the rice like this, it will be more delicious, but in this way, the taste will be much worse, broken, and there will be no more. elasticity.

Unlike Zhang Chunshan, although Mr. Xiao came from the countryside, he has been studying all the time. He is not good at growing vegetables.

Sometimes I ask others to order the extra seedlings that come out of the room. Washing and cooking a soup is a meal. There are few dishes and no oil and water. Suffered from nephritis, and spent more than a month in the hospital in the city before recovering. Life is even more difficult now.

Xiao You's eyes lit up, he grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely while eating, "Grandma's cooking is really delicious!"

Teacher Qu watched his son devour it, feeling ashamed, and said angrily, "You are the only one who is worthless!"

It's no wonder that Xiao You, an 11-year-old boy, is in the fourth grade. When he is growing up, he eats broken rice every day, has no energy all day long, and is shorter than normal children.

Xiao Nan also quickly took one, and chatted with Zhang Xueqing while eating, "Zhang Xueqing, I happen to have a question I want to ask you, and I realized it was much more difficult than the elementary school question when I was in junior high school!"

Teacher Xiao broke half of the paper in his hand and gave it to Teacher Qu, and handed the remaining one to Xiao You, "Zhang Xueqing, go back and thank your grandma for us! Follow her all day long to get rich."

"Mr. Xiao, you're welcome. My grandma likes Xiao You the most. Last time, Xiao You helped my grandma carry coal balls!"

"Do you think his effort was for nothing? Didn't he come back after eating three steamed buns at your house!" Teacher Qu laughed at himself.

The whole family laughed, and Xiao You quibbled: "Grandma insisted on letting me eat!"

This time everyone laughed even harder.

In the winter of 1985, Zhang Chunshan and Yuhui went to report to the new work unit in Shandong first, leaving only Meng Wanying and her two children at home, and they came back to move after they settled down.

(End of this chapter)