Reborn as a widow in the 70s

There is a large vegetable market not far from home. It takes about 10 minutes to get there by bike, which is very convenient.

Song Xiuxiu took her two daughters around the market. Since it was almost time to close the stall, the vegetables didn't look too fresh, so Song Xiuxiu didn't buy much. She only bought a pound of pork and two eggplants.

This is for making dumplings tonight. As for the rest, Song Xiuxiu plans to get up early tomorrow to buy fresh meat and vegetables.

"Hey, are you the new family who moved to Huaihua Hutong?"

Just when Song Xiuxiu was about to go back, she was stopped by a woman of similar age to herself.

This woman looked to be about 25 or [-] years old. She was wearing a blue work uniform and looked very fat. She must have had someone else's clothes altered and given to her.

A woman is friendly and attractive, making people who are close to her feel comfortable.

She held a boy who was about one year old in her arms. Although the child's clothes were shabby, he was very clean and tidy. One look at him showed that his mother was a hard-working person.

"I just moved here, who are you?"

"We live in an alley. Recently, I always see your family in the alley, so I guess you are the new ones who have moved here."

Professor Jin is a special being in the alley. She usually keeps to herself and never participates in the affairs of the neighborhood committee. In addition, she lives alone in such a big house, so she is naturally the focus of discussions after dinner.

Especially the fact that Professor Jin's house is difficult to find tenants, but everyone in the alley knows that now there is suddenly a family coming in and out of her house, plus Zhao Xuewen bought seven bottles of soda at once , their family instantly became a new topic of conversation among people in the alley, but their family did not know about it.

"My surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Chunhua. I also live in Huaihua Hutong, not far from your home, but we are a dozen families living in one courtyard."

"Hello, my name is Song Xiuxiu. Our family just moved from other places."

After saying that, Song Xiuxiu stretched out her right hand.

Seeing this, Zhou Chunhua hurriedly rubbed his right hand on his body before going to shake hands with Song Xiuxiu.

"I was picking vegetables just now, so my hands were a little dirty. Don't mind!"

"It's okay, we are each other!"

Then Song Xiuxiu said to Yaya and Miaomiao: "Say hello to Aunt Zhou!"

"Hello, Aunt Zhou!"

Zhou Chunhua was very happy to see two pink and tender little girls calling him "Aunt Zhou".

Song Xiuxiu saw that she was holding her child in one hand and there was a pile of vegetables at her feet, so she asked, "Do you often come here to buy vegetables in the afternoon?"

"That's right! The food is the cheapest at this time, so I'll come over and buy more." Zhou Chunhua said with a smile.

"Are you going back after shopping?"

"Yes, this order of food is enough for our family to eat for two days!"

Song Xiuxiu saw her holding the child and holding a pile of vegetables, so she spoke.

"It just so happens that we have to go back too. Let's go together. You can save some energy by putting the food on my car!"

Hearing this, Zhou Chunhua said happily: "That's great!"

Fortunately, Song Xiuxiu didn't buy much groceries, and the cart basket in front could barely hold the groceries for both of them.

Yaya and Miaomiao were walking hand in hand with their mother, while Song Xiuxiu was walking and chatting with Zhou Chunhua.

When she was almost home, Song Xiuxiu had a general understanding of the situation in this alley.

Some of the houses here were handed over to the government on their own initiative, and some were left behind when the owner's family fled. Except for Professor Jin's house, the others have basically become dormitories for workers in nearby factories.

And Zhou Chunhua’s man’s surname is Han, Han Genwang.She works in a nearby pickle factory and has three children at home. Except for the one in her arms, the remaining sons and daughters are all left by Han Genwang's deceased wife.

Because Zhou Chunhua's registered permanent residence is still in his hometown, he has no job and can only be a housewife. The family relies on Han Genwang's monthly salary of more than [-] yuan.

Although it can't be said to be in poverty, it is not rich either.

When she got home, Song Xiuxiu wanted to invite her in to sit for a while, but Zhou Chunhua said it was getting late and she should come another day.

After saying that, he took his own food and hugged his child and went home.

In fact, their home is not far from Song Xiuxiu's home, only separated by a yard.

When Song Xiuxiu walked into the kitchen with Yaya and Miaomiao, she found that Lu Aiguo had not only arranged the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, but also cooked the noodles!

Seeing that it was getting late, Song Xiuxiu didn't waste any more time, rolled up her sleeves and started chopping meat and mixing it with stuffing.

Xiao Shu was peeling garlic aside, and Xiao Shitou ran to Song Xiuxiu and said, "Mom, let me help you light the fire!"

Hearing this, Song Xiuxiu said with a smile: "We don't have to light fires in our house anymore!"

"why?"

Xiao Shitou couldn't understand it. Didn't we always have a fire at home before?

Song Xiuxiu glanced at the gas stove next to the wall, then pointed there and said: "We will use that to cook in the future. Just turn the switch and there will be fire. No need to burn firewood."

Seeing that Xiao Shitou wanted to find out curiously, Lu Aiguo quickly stopped him and said harshly: "That is very dangerous and will explode. You kids, please stay away from me, you know?"

When he heard that it would explode, Xiao Shitou immediately ran away.

Song Xiuxiu: "Take your sister to play in the yard for a while. If you have nothing else to do, hang around in the kitchen!"

"understood!"

Now Zhao Xuewen and Yaya can help make dumplings, so the four of them can wrap them very quickly.

"Teach me how to use this gas stove later!" Song Xiuxiu said while rolling out the dough.

Lu Aiguo: "Okay, I'll teach you later!"

Speaking of using a gas stove, Lu Aiguo, who was making dumplings, couldn't help but think of the scene in his previous life.

At that time, he basically ate in the army canteen. After retirement, he had a nanny at home, but the nanny had to go home every Chinese New Year.

So every Spring Festival, he stood alone at the gas stove, silently watching the dumplings rolling in the pot, thinking about his wife and daughter who were no longer alive...

Thinking of his lonely and miserable life in his previous life, and then seeing his wife and children in front of him, the man's eyes couldn't help but become moist.

His subtle changes could not escape Xiaoshu's eyes, so he asked curiously.

"Dad, you seem to be crying, why!"

Lu Aiguo glanced at his attentive son with his peripheral vision, and then refused to admit it and said, "You are wrong, I didn't cry!"

Seeing that he refused to admit it, Xiaoshu walked to the side and murmured to himself: "I'm obviously crying, but I still don't admit it. I just ate a dumpling. Are you so excited that you cry?"

After hearing her son's words, Song Xiuxiu couldn't help but laugh.

As soon as I raised my head, I bumped into the man's tender eyes...