Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

In the evening, Zhang Qianxiu went home again. After talking with Ge Qingshan today, he felt that he should make some changes, and he should have a good talk with his father.

Zhang Qianxiu saw his family enjoying the cool at the door from a distance, his mother was still taking in the soles of his shoes, his father was still smoking, and his sister was still picking the pebbles in the rice for cooking tomorrow.

"Dad!" Zhang Qianxiu walked to his father's side and sat down on the spot.

Hu Jin'e and Zhang Lanmei became nervous when they saw Zhang Qianxiu.

Zhang Aibing still got angry as always: "Go away, I'm not your father, I don't have a son like you."

Seeing his father's angry look, Zhang Qianxiu was not angry. He wondered how he should speak. After a long silence, he said, "Dad, let's have a good chat! We are all fighting tit-for-tat."

Zhang Aibing glanced at his son and took a cigarette, his tone softened slightly: "You are great, there is nothing to talk about."

Zhang Qianxiu said to himself: "I know that the whole family is doing it for my own good. Even now, you still want to send me to school."

When Hu Jin'e heard Zhang Qianxiu's words, he immediately began to wipe tears.

In the dimness, Zhang Aibing's face eased slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly beating, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't say anything.

Zhang Qianxiu said: "Dad, sister's question, I know you have your concerns, you have to consider customs and other people's views."

Zhang Aibing finally spoke, sighing slightly and said: "You are still young. I don't know how powerful the rumors are. If he died, he can say that he can live. Your sister's affairs can't be changed."

"Today we went to prepare something. Tomorrow the Han family will come over to discuss it. We will start preparing to see how many guests come."

The engagement banquet was set up at the woman’s house, with only relatives, and at most a few close friends, not too much.

The meal is prepared by the woman, and the south will bring wedding candy, meat and the like. At the engagement banquet, there will also be a betrothal gift. However, Zhang Aibing has already received the betrothal, so Zhang Lanmei’s engagement banquet will only mean something, or give it again. When Zhang Lanmei got married, she also took it by the way.

Speaking of her sister’s marriage, Zhang Qianxiu was unavoidably annoyed. He silently took out a cigarette and handed it to his father: "Dad, Han Changsheng beat someone. His last daughter-in-law couldn’t stand it. He was beaten away. My sister is gone, afraid It’s not easy."

Zhang Aibing's hand trembled, and took the cigarette from his son: "It's not good for your health to smoke less."

Zhang Qianxiu let out a "um", but he lit the cigarette again.

Zhang Aibing also put on a cigarette and said: "Your sister married, as long as she is done well, the Han family will not be hard-hearted and will protect her. Then Han Changsheng is just a fool after all. When his parents are old, It’s your sister who keeps the house."

Zhang Qianxiu never knew that his father actually thought this way.

But this is just the most ideal idea. Some people help their relatives and ignore them, even if their relative is a fool.

In the previous life, after her sister got married, the Han family simply hoped that she would give birth to one and a half sons and a half, and treated her sister as a fertility machine, without considering her sister's feelings at all.

Zhang Qianxiu gave a wry smile and did not continue to talk about her sister. Now that he said it, his father is likely to get angry and said, "Dad, I don't plan to go to school anymore. I want to learn by myself."

Zhang Aibing glanced at his son in surprise, a little panicked: "How can you not go to school with such good grades? Your teacher said, you just need to keep it, and the university entrance is not a problem. You don't have to worry about the money, as long as you enter the university. No matter how much it is, your mother and I will send you to read even if we sell blood."

Zhang Qianxiu has no doubt about the love his parents have for themselves, their parents love themselves, and they can sell blood for themselves, but their parents also have the dregs of traditional thinking.

It's not that the tradition is not good. Ge Qingshan studied Chinese culture, which is also a tradition and inheritance, but he also respects and accepts modern culture and ideas.

But my father didn't learn the essence of tradition, instead he carved into his bones the dregs of traditional thoughts of male superiority and inferiority, emphasis on literature and less skill.

After all, parents still think that studying is better than learning technology, eating public meals is better than doing business, and sons are better than daughters.

But now is the new era, and if you have a good technical knowledge, you can make a difference. Doing business can also do something for the country and the people. Daughters can also support their parents. Although it is relatively small, it is not impossible.

Zhang Qianxiu said: "Dad, I just don't go to school, it doesn't mean I don't study, I want to learn by myself."

Zhang Aibing almost jumped up anxiously: "You are confused! You...you are really confused. Can you learn by yourself with the teacher's teaching? You have learned all by yourself, what else do you need the teacher to do?"

Zhang Qianxiu explained: "In fact, all the things to learn are in the books. Fundamentally speaking, the teacher is just an assistant and guide. A good teacher can provide a good assistant and guide, so that learning can get twice the result with half the effort. In the final analysis, it depends mainly on the students. Myself."

Zhang Aibing feels that his son has hypothesis, isn't all the things the students learn are taught by the teacher?

Zhang Aibing rubbed his hands anxiously, feeling that what his son said was wrong, but didn't know how to refute it.

Zhang Qianxiu said again: "Dad, I will continue to study. I will definitely not be worse than any college student."

"Shit!" Zhang Aibing exploded anxiously.

Zhang Qianxiu said nothing.

Hu Jin'e also looked at her son anxiously, she was also anxious, but she didn't know how to persuade her son.

Zhang Aibing can only say firmly: "Reading, you have to go, you have to go if you don't, and you can't help it."

If before, Zhang Qianxiu no longer wants to tell his father. After listening to Ge Qingshan today, he patiently said: "Dad, this era has changed, and you have a misunderstanding of reading. Reading is to learn knowledge, so that people Able to receive a systematic education. As long as I can read useful books and learn every day, I am also an educated person."

Zhang Aibing took a deep breath: "You don't have that diploma, who will recognize you?"

"If I want to eat public meals, I want to work, maybe I need a diploma. But I want to do business. Doing business is a place of ability. I know what I want to do." Zhang Qianxiu paused, then said: "More , You marry my sister to Han Changsheng in order to let me study. I don't agree with you from the bottom of my heart."

Zhang Aibing's heart began to get angry again, but his son talked to himself calmly today. Thinking of the situation at home these days, Zhang Aibing didn't want to make trouble too much. He pressed it down again and said with a heartache, "Why can't you understand our painstaking efforts? ?"

"Dad, then why don't you think about how hard it would be for your sister to marry Han Changsheng?" Zhang Qianxiu asked back.

"How bitter can it be?" Zhang Aibing said anxiously: "Can we still suffer from our time? And the bitterness of eating a big pot of rice? At that time, people could starve to death. If she marries, no matter how hard and tired, she can still starve to death? "

"The times are different. We can't compare the past with the present." Zhang Qianxiu said, "Even if my sister stays at home, she can't starve to death!"

This is a collision of two concepts. The father sticks to the traditional thinking, and the son accepts the new changes.

The change of thinking cannot be accomplished overnight, it can only be imperceptibly imperceptible over time.

After all, this was a fruitless argument. Both Zhang Qianxiu and his son chose to suppress it and did not quarrel.

Zhang Qianxiu argued with his father for more than an hour, without any results, and his father's point of view remained unchanged.

After taking a shower, Zhang Qianxiu went to bed to rest, reading under the dim light.