Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 10
"Auntie, Auntie?" Zhou Zhi tried to shout twice.

Someone behind said: "Here, I was just watching TV at your Madam Liu's house."

Zhou Zhi turned his head and saw the thin figure: "Auntie."

Then waved to a fat aunt who was standing at the door opposite: "Madam Liu."

"Zhou Zhi is here." The fat aunt said with a smile, "I heard from your aunt that you were hospitalized for an operation. Are you discharged?"

"It's all right." Zhou Zhi said with a smile, "If you don't come out, let's report to Auntie that he's safe."

"That should be it." Ms. Liu said with a smile: "You don't know what I have suffered these past few days, and your ears are full of cocoons! Hahaha, it's good to see you!"

"Thank you Madam Liu for your concern."

The aunt turned on the light in her hut: "Heirloom, come in quickly."

Zhou Zhi entered the hut with a black line on his forehead: "Auntie, can we change this name, and stop calling it that in the future, okay?"

Auntie was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhou Zhi who was sitting on the white willow and wicker chair: "I heard your mother said that she was hospitalized. I was quite frightened. She also said that she would go to see her in the next two days."

"Where's my cousin?"

"He? I don't know which cronies are there."

"Oh."

The eldest aunt is a hard-working person. When Zhou Zhi's grandparents passed away, she was only 15 years old.

Dad was only five years old at that time.

Seeing this family in the street was really pitiful, so they arranged for my aunt to work as a worker in the spinning mill in the county, which dragged my father into adulthood.

I heard that my aunt had a childhood sweetheart, but because my father dragged her down, she failed in the end.

It wasn't until very late that my aunt got married and had a son named He Dayong, but within a few years, my uncle got tuberculosis again and passed away not long after.

He Dayong has been a hooligan since he was a child, and he didn't hesitate to mess around. His father thought of many ways to send He Dayong to the county waterworks.

There are many young people in the waterworks, so even if this cousin found his own side of the rivers and lakes, he hung out all day long, and since he entered the factory, he hasn't come back to live often.

Old Zhou's family is different from my mother's big family in Gujing Township. According to my aunt, my grandfather was Dan Ding, who sold small glutinous rice balls and Dandan noodles, but I starved to death.

When she came to her place, she was also alone with her father.

But when it came to Zhou Zhi himself, he was still single, and then... the country's family planning policy ushered in.

As a result, Zhou Zhi became a single heirloom for three generations, and there was a tendency to continue to pass it on as a single one. According to the aunt, Zhou Zhi became a "family heirloom".

Speaking of this aunt, she gritted her teeth: "It's all your fault, Uncle Yao, if it wasn't for him, you should have a younger brother!"

Zhou Zhi said: "The crutch for Uncle Yao is ready, and I said I'll bring it to him in two days."

"This moldy old thing!" The aunt was annoyed: "What is he doing? Let him die!"

Zhou Zhi couldn't help but smiled wryly, this was another old grudge between Chen Guzi and Chen Guzi.

The "moldy old thing" that my aunt was talking about was Su Xiubang, a big shot from the Su family, the old secretary of Jiachuan County.

When Su Xiubang was the secretary, he did many great things for Jiachuan.

The first was the construction of the first cross-river bridge in Jiachuan County, the Hongshui River Bridge.

According to the construction standards at that time, the bridge was very high. The pier was more than ten meters away from the river during the dry season, with double arches and large supports, and a two-way lane. Rongshan Town, more than ten miles downstream, was connected together.

This measure was advanced at the time, connecting the two large towns separated by the Hongshui River, equivalent to expanding a "riverside economic belt" for Jiachuan County.

This also created great favorable conditions for the establishment of a national-level large-scale project at that time, the Shuchuan Provincial Natural Gas Chemical Plant, in Jiachuan.

The boost that the chemical plant brought to Rongshan Town and Jiachuan County was immediate in those days.

The eldest lady who works as a teacher in Rongshan Town Central Primary School, her son is a worker in the power supply class of a chemical plant.

After the first thing was done, Uncle Yao did the second big thing, mobilizing the whole county to raise pigs!

At that time, the country did not allow private breeding, so Uncle Yao started a collective pig farm.

When going to a township, whether it's a meeting or doing business, the first thing to do is to drive the county party committee jeep directly to the pig farm and inspect there first.

At that time, Shuchuan Province was the country's largest grain province and pig province, and Jiachuan was made the number one pig county in Shuchuan by Uncle Yao!
After the Third Plenary Session of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, more than 180 counties across the country sent delegations to Jiachuan to inspect the pig breeding industry. At that time, my father was also in the county finance committee and received many delegations.

Later, whenever I talked about this matter, my father said that these delegations came to eat a bite of pork.

At that time, only the Jiachuan County Guest House could afford a luxurious meat feast!
But Uncle Yao also has his faults, that is, his work style is relatively rough, arbitrary, and swearing.

When the one-child policy came out, my mother had already been pregnant for several months. In fact, from a policy point of view, it was possible to give birth.

Uncle Yao felt that someone would poke his spine, so he did work for his mother and father and asked them to take the lead.

In the end, the child was not left behind, and this was the reason why my aunt hated Uncle Yao.

This old thing wants to break the roots of my old Zhou family, and he has a lot of resentment ever since.

Even though Uncle Yao is now a deputy senior official in Manzhou City, in the mouth of Auntie, he is still "that old bad guy"!
Now that Zhou Zhi is at Auntie's home court, he has no choice but to go along with it and denounce Uncle Yao together: "That's right, isn't that the case for all big cadres? Not to mention that the family can't get rich, and he will be more troubled by him!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about him, the family has made mustard recently? Why does it smell like mustard."

"The heirloom's nose is really good, so it helped you make seventy or eighty catties for Aunt Liu."

Auntie's skill in making side dishes can be said to be the best in Jiachuan. Anyway, since Auntie left, Zhou Zhi has never eaten such delicious side dishes.

These side dishes are mainly the things that are served on the dinner table of Jiachuan people-sugar garlic, onion, pickles in the bath, salted cabbage, fermented soybeans, red tofu, pickled mustard...

In this small courtyard, as long as the aunt's kimchi jar is opened, the courtyard will be full of fragrance.

Later, people in the courtyard were too lazy to do it by themselves, and they couldn't lose that person.

Simply, please ask Madam Saturday to help you get it done!

Judging by the address of aunt among the people around, you can know how difficult it was for the old Zhou family to be small.

There are eight grandparents and cubs, and in the end only the eldest aunt and father are left.

"Actually, with your skill, aunt, you can consider charging."

"How can that be? Make people laugh."

"Auntie, have you ever considered opening a small stall? Just sell sweet garlic red tofu." Zhou Zhi continued to induce: "I see none of the stalls in the Zhangjiagou market can compare to your taste, but the money And earn a lot!"

"If you think it's okay, I'll go and talk to Dad."

"No, no, no." The aunt waved her hands again and again: "Isn't it fine that I am like this now?"

Now Dagu is in charge of sending and receiving at the entrance of Xinhua Bookstore, and sells newspapers by the way. In fact, she is just a janitor, not in the compilation, and her income is meager.

But in Dagu's heart, it is a serious and dignified job.

There is also discrimination against small industrial and commercial owners, saying that they "sell and sell food".

The first time Zhou Zhi heard this word, he went to ask his uncle Si Biao, who explained the first two words, saying that the so-called "responsible peddlers, in order to win the day and night", is a description of small businessmen in the city.

The last two words are invented, and they mean running around to make a living, but not returning home after eating.He also asked Zhou Zhi who said this.

Zhou Zhi thought it was funny, his ancestors sold glutinous rice balls and dan dan noodles and died of starvation. When he was a child, Zhou Zhi asked his father this question. If you have nothing to eat, you can eat glutinous rice balls and dan dan noodles at home. Why did you starve to death?

Speaking of which, Lao Zhou's family is the standard "responsible food seller"!
But while it's funny, I'm also secretly shocked and distressed about my aunt's hidden cultural level. The ancestors of the Zhou family don't seem to be able to create such words!

The thinking of the older generation was deeply ingrained, and Zhou Zhi couldn't change it, so he had to chat a few more words before leaving.

When I got home, my dad was watching the "County News Network", and the announcer's voice came from inside.

"Today, the leader of the city's natural gas company, so and so, came to Jiachuan County Natural Gas Company to inspect. Secretary Hua Yuliang accompanied him and gave important instructions, requesting that during the Spring Festival, the natural gas company must provide residents with gas for living, so that residents of the county , to celebrate a peaceful and peaceful Spring Festival..."

Inside the 21-inch panda color TV, behind Hua Yuliang and the leader of the municipal electric power company, there was a pretty lady with a pretty face, fashionable dress, and a different look from the others.

It was Zhang Fangyu, the manager of the county natural gas company.

Zhou Zhi glanced at the TV: "Dad, Mom, I want to go to Manzhou tomorrow."

"Isn't the monk coming to the house?" My mother was walking with a knitting stick and needle in her hand, and looked at the TV: "The guest is here, but the master has run away. Shame on the family alone at home?"

"Just a day or two." Zhou Zhi said, "When does the monk go home without setting up a shop? He won't come for three or two days."

"You still have wounds."

"Isn't this ready for Uncle Yao's crutches?" Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "I want to send it to him before the festival."

"Can't you just find someone to take it with you?" Mom said, and then threatened Zhou Zhi: "Also, next time you do something like this, tell the family first, otherwise you should be careful."

"The big deal is that the new year's money will be deducted." Zhou Zhi said quickly, his father's face was kind and dark, and his words in the afternoon were in the air, but he hid the intention of taking all his new year's money through this matter, so he had to take this opportunity to fight for himself.

"That's what you said." My mother was very satisfied that her threat had worked.

Zhou Zhi saw his father secretly sighing beside him.

"That's what I worked so hard to get. It's not worth the face for you." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "So I have to deliver it myself."

Dad stared at the TV and said, "When your Uncle Yao was working in Jiachuan, he used to walk a lot in the countryside, and his knees fell at that time."

"But he hasn't retired yet. If you give him a cane, he may not be able to use it to help him walk. It's almost like beating you."

"In a few years, when I'm a researcher, I'll be able to use it." Zhou Zhi didn't care, "It's called planning for a rainy day."

Mom turned her head and just saw Zhang Fangyu's smiling face on TV, so she was a little dissatisfied with Dad's staring, and poked him with a stick needle in her hand.

Dad turned his head to look at mom, confused, and felt that this girl was inexplicable.

My mother, however, walked her needles and needles freely, as if nothing had happened: "It's just right, let me send you the account book by the way."

(End of this chapter)