Vol 2 Chapter 615: Dad, you have so many relatives
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There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s
- 紅燒豆腐干
- 1442 characters
- 2021-03-03 01:00:46
Along the way, the shuttle bus from the provincial capital arrived at the county, and it was already more than two in the afternoon.
As soon as the car door opened, Zhou Jiao got out of the car first, and took a deep breath. At this moment, she regretted how not waiting for her goddad to send her back at night, or driving back at night by herself.
She took it for granted.
This big summer ride on this tattered bus is really worse than a pig. The driver has no awareness of the load limit at all. As long as there are people on the roadside, the conductor will make a loud voice: "Squeeze in, squeeze in..."
The farther away from the provincial capital, the more people get on the bus, and all the baskets, chicken baskets, bamboo baskets and poles are pushed inward. Passengers coming and going down the road never stopped.
That’s not even counted. The three of them sitting in the innermost family can still not be hit, but the odor of chicken shit, feces, and sweat stimulates the sense of smell, making her no matter how she opens the window. No supplement.
Zhou Jiao patted the clothes on her body, always feeling that she had a smell. The hygienic addiction she cured has also revived, and now she urgently needs a shower.
Carrying a small schoolbag on his back, Ping ran to her, took out the water bottle and handed it to her, "Mom, you won't vomit when you drink."
"Baby, where is your dad?"
"My dad asked me to look at you first. He ran to show love and help Grandpa move things. Look, he is there."
Zhou Jiao followed the direction he was pointing, and Zhang Guoqing was moving the bamboo basket. Seeing this, she smiled and shook her head. This stupid man wouldn't even throw away his luggage, would he?
Zhang Guoqing seemed to sense the eyes of his wife and children, waved at them, helped the old man move to the bullock cart by the road, and ran back to the car and got off with two bags of luggage.
Seeing him coming, Zhou Jiao joked, "Which acquaintance's old man is this again?"
Zhang Guoqing laughed with joy. He knows that he has been secretly laughing at him for a long time by chatting with the passengers in the car and confessing his relatives. No, revenge came immediately.
Ping An immediately said, "Dad, you have so many relatives."
"So you have many relatives. Son, come on! Strive for the people of the whole country to be our relatives."
Ping'an giggled with joy.
Zhou Jiao stretched out her hand to hug him, gave Zhang Guoqing a sideways look, and hurried forward. Don't have her son so bad and kind, like these two fools!
"Daughter-in-law, let me hug."
"No, hurry up, I feel itchy all over."
Zhang Guoqing followed closely, teasing her, "Don't tell me. Just now I saw a lot of lice crawling around on the head of the aunt in front of you."
"Zhang Guoqing! You are dead!"
"Haha... I'll take a shower when I go back. Daughter-in-law, do you smell chicken on my body?"
"Fuck off!"
"Son your mother is vulgar."
Ping An was determined not to interfere with them. He turned to look at the roadside and pointed to a place not far ahead, "Dad, the supply and marketing agency used to turn into our house."
"My son has a good memory."
Before taking a few steps, a person came over and smiled happily: "Oh, isn't this Xiao Wu? Is it home?"
Zhang Guoqing smiled and said, "Uncle, it's been a long time since I saw you, how have you been?"
"All good, all good. Go home soon, your father should be happy."
"Then I will go first and come to play at home when I have time."
"Good."
Zhang Guoqing walked for a while, put the luggage on his shoulders, and quickly whispered: "Jiaojiao, give me my son. I can't go later."
Zhou Jiao glanced at the door of the restaurant not far away, and handed him her son.
"Dad, what's the matter?"
"Shhh... you'll find out later."
The master and Wang Dasheng at the door of the restaurant waited for their family of three to come over with a smile.
"Oh, who is this?"
Zhang Guoqing said hello to them one by one.
"This is Xiao Ping'an, he looks really energetic. Does your grandfather have a book now?"
Ping An still remembered that this old grandfather had bought food from him and shouted loudly, "Good grandpa Gu."
Zhang Guoqing looked at everyone with a smile, "Is this a good product tonight?"
The master nodded with a smile, "They are waiting for beef."
Zhang Guoqing understood in seconds. This should be another production team who had an accident and was rushed by these people upon hearing the news.
"Master, you can save some for me. Everyone, I will send the children home first."
"Go. Your father should be so happy."
Zhang Guoqing hugged his son to say goodbye to them. He didn't take a few steps, and said Ping Ping in his ear: "Dad, I know what it means. You are afraid they will wait for you."
"Almost like that. Look at the gate, is it your grandma?"
Ping An looked forward, but it wasn't his grandmother. He quickly waved, "Dad, you let me down. I run fast!"
"Don't worry, your grandma is coming over."
Mother Zhang looked in front of her in disbelief and shouted in a louder voice: "My child is his father, Xiao Wu and they are back." After speaking, she ran away.
The chickens in the yard fluttered with fright. Father Zhang heard it bounced off the kang, put on his shoes and walked away quickly. Sure enough, he guessed right, his old son really came back!
The villain opened his mouth with a bright smile, and quickly threw himself into Zhang's mother's arms, "Grandma, I miss you every day, why don't you go see me?"
Mother Zhang picked up her grandson and ran home, happily, the baby screamed. As for the favorite old son, I have to step back.
"Grandma, I'm heavy, do you move? Are you tired? Where's my grandpa?"
Mother Zhang hugged him tightly, "Grandma's good grandson. Really sensible. Grandma is not tired, holding you, grandma is full of strength. Are you hungry?"
"I have eaten. We also went to see my uncle. My uncle told you not to worry, and he will go home this weekend. Grandma, why are you losing weight? Is there not enough food?"
Mother Zhang's heart is hot and hot when she is cared by the little grandson. What is pro-grandson? This is pro-grandson. Even though he is not by his side ~EbookFREE.me~ he still remembers himself as a grandma.
"Grandma, you don't have food to tell me, I have rations. I don't have much snacks, enough for you." After the little drama, his eyes lit up, and he shouted at the coming Zhang father: "Grandpa, I am safe. I miss you so much. Why don't you and grandma come to see me? I have hidden a lot of things waiting for you..."
Father Zhang was so happy that he snatched the grandson from his wife's arms, and he squeezed it, and smiled happily: "Okay, my grandson has grown up again."
Ping An hugged Father Zhang tightly and touched his face, "Grandpa, you have lost weight too. Come back to the capital with us. Our house has a new yard, and my dad has cleaned it up."
The passersby Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao didn't take care of them from start to finish. The couple looked at each other and smiled silently. The little thing began to perform again.
Entering the yard, he turned his head and waved to Zhang Guoqing, "Dad, get the bag in." Then he whispered to Zhang Dad: "Grandpa, there are good things in it. My mother said that I will help you and your milk. Don’t be reluctant to eat, you can live a hundred years after eating, I will give birth to a son for you to play with."
Daddy Zhang laughed so much that his intestines were knotted. This little guy is better than the old son. He nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Grandpa is waiting for your son to come out."
Father Zhang put him on the kang, and took mother Zhang to sit down peacefully, "Grandma, didn't I tell you in the letter that I have learned martial arts. I will perform for you, and I am amazing now."
The little thing punched the kang and looked at Father and Mother Zhang with bright eyes, "How is it? Your grandson is great? My grandpa said I was a genius."
Zhang's father and mother nodded with joy.
"Very powerful! I can't find it in the whole country."
"Better than a genius. Did you practice hard?"
Ping An shook his head, "No. When I get older, it will be more powerful."