Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

Zhang Xingming still remembers the three children of Zhong's family, Zhong Changhong, Zhong Changyan, and Zhong Changming, two girls and one boy.

The boss of the Zhong family is the current captain, and he cut off his mother's land and food, forcing Dad to find ways to get food every year.

At this time, food depends on the basics. My mother has a rural household registration, and there is no food in the city. Once the land and food here are cut off, there will be no food to eat.

This place is called Nangou by the villagers, which is the valley in the south. There are only these nine families, and the team has to walk five or six miles north along the river. There are dozens of other families in the team. Zhang Xingming's grandfather and Several uncles lived there.

In the 90s, there were no people living in Nangou, and they all moved to the village to build brick houses, and all of them became vegetable fields.

Later, when Zhang Xingming visited the graves of his grandparents and grandparents, he came back several times, and his childhood memories were gone, only the walnut tree was still standing there alone.

From a distance, he saw a figure standing under the walnut tree. Zhang Xingming knew that it must be his grandmother. During the slack season, my grandmother always stood here and looked towards the west mountain, hoping to see her daughter-in-law (son-in-law) one day.

At first, I hoped for my daughter, and later I hoped for my grandson. From then on, Zhang Xingming and his elder brother stayed in this mountain until they went to school. Haven't been here a few times.

As we got closer, my grandma greeted me excitedly. At this time, my grandma had just turned 50 years old, her hair was already gray, and her face had many wrinkles.

Grandma is relatively thin among Northeast people, but she is more like Jiangnan or Bashu people. She is not tall, but she is very energetic. Holding her copper cigarette pouch with an emerald mouth in her hand, she smiled and walked quickly. welcome up.

Grandma’s life is actually quite legendary. She was born in Dandongzhuanghe, and her family was a big landlord. She bound her feet when she was a child, but after a war, she didn’t bind them, and her feet were hurt a little. You can’t see it from the outside, but you can’t walk. too steady.

At the age of 15, my grandmother married Zhang Xingming's own grandfather, who was very handsome. Zhang Xingming had seen photos of my grandfather wearing a military uniform with a gun and a saber.

That time should be the happiest and happiest time for grandma. Looking at the photos she kept and listening to her stories about the past, I can always feel her nostalgia for life at that time.

The photo of my grandma when she was young, wearing a fur coat, holding a high-end leather bag, with big waves perm, and camel cigarettes, is no worse than any star now.

After liberation, my grandfather passed away, and my grandmother's good life came to an end. At that time, my mother was nine years old and my uncle was twelve.

In order to avoid fighting and protect the child, the grandmother took her mother and uncle to run around, and finally hid in this mountain and married the current grandfather because the grandfather promised to be good to the child.

As a result, the wife of a family official who did not touch water became a thorough peasant woman, working in the fields and going up the mountains to cut firewood, raise pigs and chickens, and raise children to adulthood.

Grandpa is a real man, he never cheated or cheated all his life, he was not very literate, but he knew a lot of truths, in order to support his uncle and mother, grandpa didn't want his own children, so he spent his whole life guarding grandma like this.

"Grandma, grandma..." Zhang Xingming yelled loudly and ran towards grandma, tears streaming down his face.

After his grandma passed away in the previous life, Zhang Xingming would cry alone every year on his grandma's birthday, for decades.

Grandma was there when I was born, but I couldn't do anything for a month, just sleep, and now I finally saw my loving grandma again, Zhang Xingming couldn't restrain his excitement.

Grandma was wearing flower glasses, her gray hair was dancing in the wind, she stretched out her callused hands to Zhang Xingming who was running over, her wrinkled face was full of smiles.

With a sound of "pia", Zhang Xingming threw himself forward and fell in front of his grandma. Tears came out of his fall, and he didn't care about the pain. He got up and threw himself into his arms, looking at his face, feeling the decades With the warmth before, Zhang Xingming felt that he was so happy at this moment.

Chapter 7 Grandma's Home

I walked down the dirt slope road under the walnut tree and got off the National Defense Road. I pushed open the fence gate made of branches and came to my grandma's yard.

The yard of my grandma's house is different from that of ordinary people's houses. There are east and west gates. One side is on the national defense road, and the other side is the driveway leading to the team. The river is beside the road.

Entering the courtyard, there is a grape trellis across the courtyard, covering more than [-] square meters, occupying a quarter of the courtyard. This is one of the joys Zhang Xingming remembered in his previous life. Climbing the grape trellis to pick grapes, the grapes were dug wild in the mountains Grafted, the fruit is not big, black and purple, and very sweet. At this time, green buds have emerged in the spring breeze.

A few chickens were walking under the grape trellis, digging something on the ground as they walked. The grape trellis used to be a pigsty. It is estimated that they were piglets that had just been caught in the first year. They were grunting in the pen. The pigsty was four meters long. , the head is the east gate of the courtyard.

In the middle of the house, the old wooden door was open. Grandpa stood at the door and looked at it, with a friendly smile on his face.

"Qingzhi is here." Grandpa spoke slowly.

"Ah, send the two children to stay for a few days. It's a bit busy over there. The third child is too young, and Guixin has to go to work again, so I don't have time to bring it." Dad carried the big bag, and promised his grandfather while entering the house, and put a hundred or so A big bag of ten catties was placed on the kang.

In the last life, my father did the same thing. He carried a big bag of 100 to [-] catties from Nanfen to grandma’s house, and from grandma’s house to Nanfen, bringing back happiness to my mother and hope to grandma, until Zhang Xingming and his brother grew up together. Yes, it should be around ten years old, and every time I come back, I can help carry twenty or thirty catties, so my father is a little more relaxed.

"Bring these things. I have everything at home. You can keep them. There are too many mouths in the house. Why are you tired?" Grandpa helped Dad put down the big bag while talking.

"It's not easy to come back now. There are only you old couple in the family, and Gui Xin is always worried about it. After all, our side should be stronger, and the factory will share it." Dad patted the ashes on his body and replied.

Zhang Xingming was carried into the house by his grandma, and when he saw the old tabby cat on the Beikang, he got off his grandma and jumped at it. The tabby cat jumped up, looked at Zhang Xingming, and left with a cry.

(At that time, Northeast rural areas generally had north-south kangs, that is, there were two kangs in one room, with a distance of three meters between them. When sleeping, they were head to head. Later, they all built brick houses. It is probably a matter of cost. Generally, it is rare to see anyone There is Nankang at home)

"The second is a rare cat? Hehe, this old cat is not easy to handle, don't call it scratching." Grandma patted Zhang Xingming's head.

In fact, Zhang Xingming didn't like this cat, it's just that this cat has been raised by his grandma for more than ten years, and it is also an important part of his memory, so he was a little excited when he saw it.

When everyone entered the house, grandpa moved the table, took out the food in the pot and put it on the table, and asked Zhang Xingming to eat. After driving for half a day, climbing mountains and crossing rivers, he was really hungry, so the three grandpas were not welcome.

Stewed potatoes with sauerkraut, fried with old miso in egg and meat oil, added some peppers from my own field, dipped with green onion sprouts and wild vegetables that just emerged from the field, cornmeal pot stickers, it tastes amazing fragrant.

Northeast rural areas use a big iron pot for cooking, even cooking and a kang. After eating, add some water to the pot, set up a wooden partition, put the rest on it, and then cover it. In the three seasons of spring, autumn and winter, the stove lasts for a day. There is a dark fire suffocating at night, and it will not be cold for most of the day, and the kang is always hot.

(Actually, I have been thinking that almost everything is eaten raw with sauce in summer in Northeast China. Is it because the kang is too hot?)

In Zhang Xingming's memory, the sauerkraut and potatoes stewed by grandma are really delicious. Every time I think of it, my mouth waters. What I miss (can't buy) is just a taste or feeling of a close relative.

After eating, my father opened the big bag, which contained white flour, rice, meat and oil, and a pair of shoes for each of the grandparents. The northeast is called farmland shoes, and the south is called Jiefang shoes. They are labor insurance issued by the factory. Help yellow rubber shoes.

Ten catties of soybean oil are for grandma’s family, fifteen catties of fat are for grandma’s family’s oil (boiled lard), white flour and rice are three packs of the same size, and the big ones are thirty catties each, and they are for grandma’s family , the two small ones were twenty catties each for Zhang Xingming's grandfather.

Dad carried the things for grandpa and led Zhang Xingming to the village. My brother didn't follow because he knew a lot when he was older. The reason was that Zhang Xingming's grandma died early, and his grandfather had extremely different attitudes towards the six children. Zhang Xingming's father is the worst. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is not willing to give a single potato.

The road to the village is relatively flat. After walking five or six miles for about half an hour, I saw the big river in the village. A few ancient willows of unknown age stood by the river, and the waist of the tree was more than one meter thick.

On the other side of the river is where the villagers live. The houses are arranged upwards along the mountain, with a driveway in the middle.

The old courtyard (old house) of Zhang Xingming’s family is in the middle of the village. It used to be like a fortress. brother lives here.

Zhang Xingming's grandfather lived directly across from the old courtyard, separated by a driveway. Several other grandfathers lived behind the old courtyard.

We crossed the river by stepping on a stone bridge, climbed along the driveway to the half-hillside, and arrived at the place.

Zhang Xingming's uncle had passed away due to a work-related injury at this time, and his grandfather was living with Zhang Xingming's second uncle. The fifth uncle got married in the Sidao River after he returned from serving as a soldier.

It is said that many places in the northeastern countryside are named Toudaogouzi, Erdaogouzi, Toudaohezi, and Erdaohezi.I don't know who it is, according to what rules, and where it started.

"Dad, I'm back, how are you?" Dad entered the house and put the bag on his shoulders on the side of the kang, took out the rice noodles and put them on the kang table, and greeted grandpa who was sitting there smoking.

"I can't die." Grandpa rolled his eyes, glanced at the rice noodles on the kang, and said, "How about taking this back? It's not enough for one bite."

There are not many rice and noodles, [-] catties of rice and [-] catties of white noodles, but they are solid and good things in this era.

Most of the mountainous areas in the Northeast do not produce rice or wheat. Since it is a big mountainous area like Zhang Xingming's family, in this era, there is no place to buy it if you have money, let alone no money.

Zhang Xingming's family relied on food for food in the city. At that time, the supply was limited, and his mother's household registration was in the countryside, so there was no food at all. This little food was saved from his mouth, and then distributed from the homes of his workers and friends.

Dad didn't care about what grandpa said, it must be his own father, as long as he wanted it.

"Where is the second brother?" Dad folded up the wrapping cloth and held it in his hand, asking Grandpa.