Farmers in the courtyard

Chapter 8 Chapter 008: Return to Hometown
After everything was packed, Wang Zhendong was ready to go out.

He also put out the fire in the coal stove. If he rushed back to his hometown in the afternoon, he would definitely not be able to make it back.

But as soon as he walked to the Chuihua Gate, the door of Yanbu Gui's house opened, and the third aunt shouted to him: "Comrade of the People's Liberation Army, we will be storing Chinese cabbage in the next two days.

I helped you clean up the place in the cellar. If you have time, go and bring the cabbage back..."

"Hey, Third Aunt, don't call me Comrade of the People's Liberation Army, just call me Zhendong. I have to go back to my hometown today.

When I come back from my hometown, I will go and bring the cabbage back.

Third aunt, you must be considerate. I just came back from the army and have no experience. If anything happens in the future, you must remind me..."

"Okay, I will call you Zhendong from now on. We are all neighbors. I think you are also a person. If you can help me, please help me.

Okay, you go quickly! "

"Okay, third aunt, please rest, I have to leave quickly..."

After saying that, he smiled and walked out of the hanging flower door.

If it weren't for Third Aunt, he would never have remembered the matter of storing Chinese cabbage for winter.

It seems that the third uncle and the third aunt have begun to show their friendship.

It’s getting more and more interesting, and I believe it will be even more interesting in the future.

Moreover, he began to like the life in the courtyard a little bit, which he had never experienced before.

Before time travel, I didn’t even know the people living in the opposite door, so naturally I wouldn’t live with so many people crowded in one courtyard.

After time travel, after the war, it was life in the military camp. Not to mention being isolated from the world, it was also very disciplined.

Therefore, the current life in this large courtyard is quite interesting to him.

I believe it will become more and more interesting as you become more familiar with it.

We had lunch at a state-owned restaurant outside and bought two steamed buns and two steamed buns.

Then I went to Beixinqiao Department Store and bought some fabrics, some pastries, and some fruit candies.

As for the White Rabbit toffee, I don’t have anywhere to buy it if I have money.

Nowadays, the production volume of this thing is very low, and it is not available on the market at all.

The white rabbit originated from ABC Mickey Mouse candy. After liberation, the icon was changed and the white rabbit pattern was used.

It was not until the May [-]th Festival that it really appeared on the market. Although it is still available now, the output is too small.

It only produces more than 800 kilograms a year, and it is impossible to appear on the market.

Even after [-], the output was limited, and it was a very rare thing, let alone buying a few kilograms at a time.

That's impossible, they're all sold in a few or a dozen pieces.

Just can't buy it.

You can't buy it with money, and you can't buy it with connections.

Think about it, in the 80s, it was difficult to buy some White Rabbit, and you will understand.

This is also the fundamental reason why the White Rabbit is so famous. Things are rare and valuable.

As you can imagine, fruit candies are now a rarity.

In the current international situation, with the outbreak of the Vietnam War, sugar is also a strategic material.

Therefore, Wang Zhendong only bought half a catty of fruit candies.

The small mountain village in my hometown is on the side of Miaofeng Mountain in Mentougou. It’s not very close. It’s probably not until dark when I ride a bicycle back.

It was dark and he might not be able to get home yet. In the fused memory, the road from Sijiucheng to Mentougou was not very familiar to him.

He didn’t know where to take the bus, so Wang Zhendong planned to ride his bicycle back.

Slower, slower, later, later.

There was no thought of taking the Willys Jeep out of the space and driving it back.

Forty-nine cities, even in the suburbs, are the focus of security in this era, and there are countless militia patrols.

If he drove back, he would be asking for trouble. He would be arrested before he got home.

Large trucks carrying goods are subject to road card inspections, let alone jeeps like this.

Don't say anything, there are many such cars in [-] cities, but they are difficult to see outside the city.

The most numerous ones in the city are also tortoise shells, which are all left over from the Republic of China period.

Brands include Ford Model T, Chevrolet, Buick, Cadillac, etc. They are basically American cars with a few European cars.

Common people commonly call it "bastard shell".

During the Republic of China, Mr. Mei owned a Mercedes-Benz and Daili owned a Bentley.

During the Republic of China, the only domestically produced vehicle was the Minsheng truck under the leadership of Zhang Xueliang.

In 32, Shanxi Automobile Repair Factory built a Shanxi brand car with all core components imported. In 36, Hunan Machinery Factory rolled out the first domestically produced bus. It was called domestically produced, but it was actually assembled with parts bought from abroad.

There are still a large number of cars captured and retained during the war, but there are very few Willys Jeeps in such good condition.

After liberation, some department heads used cars imported from Eastern Europe, such as Volga and Shengli.

Since [-], Hongqi and Shanghai brand cars have only started to develop in China.

When Wang Zhendong was in the Northeast Army, he read some information in this regard. During the war, vehicles were a big problem for the army.

Some of the materials seized later were also taken away for research by some local machinery factories.

Even if you don't know this, you still know what kind of cars are running on the street.

He didn't want to cause trouble, so he honestly rode his bicycle to Mentougou.

I kept asking for directions along the way before I figured out the direction, and finally arrived at my hometown's small mountain village just before nightfall.

Pushing the bicycle, standing on the narrow mountain road, there is still thick snow. It is obvious that no one has left the village in the past two days.

Because the snow on the mountain path has not been trampled.

Looking at the small mountain village with more than a dozen households from a distance.

For a moment, the fused memory emerged, and I felt something in my heart.

There are parents, brothers and sisters, older sisters and younger sisters at home, but I don’t know if they are doing well these years.

When he was stationed in Northeast China, he sent money to his family every month, ten yuan a month.

I started sending money and writing letters for the first time.

But he never received a reply, so he still knows nothing about the current situation of his relatives in his hometown.

I think all the sisters must be married, and my brother and sister-in-law must have several children.

According to the age of the parents, they should still be there.

If he is no longer here, his family will probably find a way to send him a letter.

As for the grandparents, they died when the original person was young.

In this era, the reality is that there are not many healthy people in the third generation, and the survival rate of children is not high.

There are many old widows and many young widows.

The difference between the city and the countryside can be said to be two worlds. Nowadays, the countryside is really extremely poor.

Brick and tile houses are a rarity. In the past, rural landlords basically had mud-walled and thatched houses.

If you have one or two brick houses, you are a big landowner.

In fact, the mud-walled thatched house looks good after being tidied up, and it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Even in many courtyard houses in Sijiu City, some walls are made of bricks on the outside and earth on the inside.

Thatched houses are the mainstream buildings in rural areas today, and brick houses are rare.

In the 80s, there were many thatched houses in many rural areas.

Film and television dramas are film and television dramas after all!

Wang Zhendong couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He looked at the sky and decided to go home quickly instead of standing in a daze.

Maybe we can catch up with dinner, and we can see the smoke from the kitchen in the distance.

The People's Commune has not yet been established and will not be established until July next year.

As for whether there is a place to sleep at night, Wang Zhendong is also a little worried, and it is not convenient to enter the space.

The Wang family in the small mountain village, Wang Zhendong's mother and sister-in-law, are making dinner at this time, sweet potato polenta with some Chinese cabbage leaves.

Wang Zhendong's brother, Wang Zhenshan, was squatting aside, and the three of them looked miserable.

Three children, the oldest under ten years old, one boy and two girls, were on the kang in the main room.

Also lying on the kang was Wang Zhendong's father, Wang Chenggui, but Wang Chenggui's face was pale and he frowned from time to time.

He seemed to be enduring some pain.

"Master, is that wild boar very ferocious?"

The youngest girl is only five years old. Her hair is yellow and her face is fleshless. She has big eyes but a small body.

She was sitting next to her grandfather, her little hand still holding his rough big hand, blinking her big eyes and asking.

Wang Chenggui forced a smile and hummed.

I went hunting in the mountains the day before yesterday, but I was unlucky and was bitten by a wild boar. Fortunately, I was with my eldest son, otherwise I would have had to deal with this old fate.

Alas, I am getting old and my reflexes are no longer good.

(I won’t update at night. It’s a bit cold at night and I can’t sit still. I’d better write an update during the day! Keep asking for favorites and recommendations!)

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