"Chen Qiucheng, you don't care! Your niece and son-in-law have turned the sky upside down, don't you know how to respect your elders?"

Early in the morning, the third uncle Chen Qiucheng ate steamed buns in the kitchen and went to the grain field to buy goods. As soon as he came back, he saw the third aunt Guo Shuzhen crying in the room, Chen Qiucheng thought something was going on, and hurriedly went into the house to ask. Guo Shuzhen told the ins and outs, but she only concealed the fact that she said that Zhen Sheng was a good dog and did not get in the way.

"Chen Qiucheng, are you a man. He said your family is not a thing anymore!

Chen Qiucheng's brows furrowed, he didn't know Zhen Sheng's temper very well. It is really difficult for him to believe that Zhen Sheng said that he is not a thing. Family reasons are there, and Zhen Sheng looks like a more literate child. On the contrary, he didn't quite believe the words of this "tigress", black can also be said to be white.

"Ah, okay, okay, Shuzhen don't be angry. Didn't you drive Zhen Sheng out? Let's wait for the Chinese New Year to go home and go to Zhen Sheng's house and say, don't say it's you, I can't swallow this breath. ”

Chen Qiucheng pretended to agree, and when it came to the New Year, he didn't remember that he would have to talk about it at that time, so he should think of it as coaxing Guo Shuzhen to be happy, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do anything today...

The third aunt Guo Shuzhen got a satisfactory answer, so naturally she stopped crying, and took out the mirror to look at her face. I didn't know where to play cards and go.

And Zhen Sheng's side walked around indiscriminately after Xinglong cereals came out, and unconsciously walked to the vicinity of Yuncheng Station. Seeing that he had a way to make a living, he saw that he didn't even have a foothold. He put down the half bag of noodles and touched his not very rich pocket, and two voices of struggle came from the depths of his heart.

"Go back, you don't have to put up with all this cynicism. ”

"No, Zhen Sheng, you can't go back, you will be laughed at if you go back. ”

The frustrated Zhen Sheng was in a dilemma, and walked down the stairs to the station step by step, and when he was about to walk to the door of the station, a slightly familiar voice came. This voice also made Zhen Sheng's footsteps stop outside the station gate.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to leave so soon!

Zhen Sheng turned his head and saw an old and familiar face, wasn't it the one-eyed old man who drove him to Xinglong Grains that day. At this time, the old man was sitting on a tricycle and looking at himself.

"Why don't you speak? Things aren't going well? or..."

The one-eyed old man saw that Zhen Sheng didn't speak and continued to ask, and Zhen Sheng suddenly felt a warmth in his heart at this time, at least in this strange city, this person who had a relationship with one side still remembered himself.

"Old man, I think it's time for me to go home. I have nothing here, and the only 200 or so dollars I have are not enough to live on. ”

"Looks like you've hit a wall, but that's okay. People always have setbacks! No one has smooth sailing in his life. If you want to open a little, it's always good. ”

The old man grinned, and although he had lost a few of his front teeth, his smile was so simple and unpretentious. Zhen Sheng's heart suddenly rose a sense of warmth, it is also nine times out of ten that life is unsatisfactory, who will not experience ups and downs? Besides, compared with those big ups and downs, he is quite good, why don't he fight anymore? Even this little thing can't be solved by himself, and if he still does business, what big things can he achieve. Thinking of this, Zhen Sheng stretched out his hand and gave himself a big slap.

"Smack..."

After fanning himself awake, he hurriedly apologized to his third uncle Chen Qiucheng first

"Thank you, Uncle, for waking me up in time. ”

"Don't, I didn't wake you up. An acquaintance is fate, and you look homeless?"

Zhen Sheng nodded and replied to the one-eyed old man with movements.

"Well, forget it, boy. Why don't you go home with me. Well, but you can't live in vain, I'll leave it to you when you go out to pull people in the future, and we'll make half of the money. What do you think? I can't go far with my old arms and legs, but you're different. It's easy to earn thirty or forty a day. ”

Zhen Sheng thought about it briefly, and the one-eyed old man didn't show impatience this time, but smiled and waited for Zhen Sheng's conclusion. As expected by the one-eyed old man, Zhen Sheng agreed, after all, it is good to earn thirty or forty a day, it is better than nothing.

Zhen Sheng descended the steps and threw his luggage onto the tricycle.

"Uncle, go and sit in the back and show me the way. I'll carry you home. ”

So the one-eyed old man got on the tricycle, and Zhen Sheng rode slowly and leisurely in front of him and followed the old man's instructions home. The old man's home is at the end of Xingfu Road, which is a small dilapidated second floor. There are very few people living in it for a long time, and the few people who are few are also old. I have feelings for this place, and I don't bother to move when I'm old.

Zhen Sheng rode the tricycle to a small broken courtyard on the second floor at the instruction of the one-eyed old man, the old man got out of the car and opened the door, and Zhen Sheng pushed the tricycle into the doorway. He took his bags and followed the old man into the inner room.

"Don't look at this house, it's very comfortable. Come in with me. ”

The old man staggered in, followed by Zhen Sheng. The décor of the living room is very simple, with a set of worn sofas and a table that is unknown how many years old, and the lacquer on this table is also leathered. He took a deep breath, but there was no smell in the room, and when he reached the back room, the old man pointed to the small room at the back of the hall.

"You can live here. ”

Zhen Sheng put his bags away and returned to the hall. The old man was sitting leisurely in the hall, drinking water and waiting for Zhen Sheng.

"Boy, what's your name? I can't call you, boy. ”

"Oh, uncle. My surname is Zhen, and my name is a sheng character. What's your last name?"

"My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Zhenzhong. Just call me Uncle Zhang. ”

"Okay, Uncle Zhang. ”

…

Zhen Sheng and Zhang Zhenzhong had a brief chat, and they had a general understanding of each other. A gurgling sound came out of Zhen Sheng's stomach, and Zhang Zhenzhong burst out laughing.

"Stinky boy, you haven't eaten yet!

Zhen Sheng's face turned red, and he got up early in the morning and steamed a large pot of steamed buns by himself. Busy working back and forth, I have long forgotten all about eating, and besides, I have walked a lot of roads, and it is normal to growl with hunger.

"Uncle Zhang, do you have a pot at home? I'll go and eat something." ”

"Yes, in the little side room next to the doorway. You clean up after yourself. ”

Zhen Sheng responded, and then went to the side room with the noodle bag. Alas, there is a large piece of wet noodles left, set aside a small piece for fertilizer, and knead the rest to make steamed buns. …

It's also fast, and after touching a short time, a large pot of steamed buns comes out of the pot again. Zhen Sheng directly took this drawer of steamed buns into the house. The one-eyed old man looked at the steamed buns that Zhen Sheng moved in and was stunned for a while, and unconsciously the old man wiped the corners of his eyes. And the old man's action of wiping the corners of his eyes was all seen by Zhen Sheng.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

"No... It's okay..."

Zhang Zhenzhong tried his best to soothe his emotions, but even so, the choked voice could not hide it. Seeing this, Zhen Sheng didn't ask much, picked up a steamed bun and ate it first.

"Uncle Zhang, you can eat one too. ”

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Zhenzhong, who was emotionally stable, also picked up a steamed bun and ate it. There were no pickles, but the two of them ate unusually fragrant. Zhang Zhenzhong finished eating the steamed bun in his hand and wiped his mouth.

"Zhen Sheng, the steamed buns are doing well. But I'll give you a suggestion, you might as well make some effort to roll it out and fold it a few times before cutting. ”

"Rolling it out and stacking it up and cutting?"

"Well, try it yourself next time. And you can ride a tricycle and sell steamed buns, isn't that good?"

Zhang Zhenzhong's sudden words were like a fuse, and they quickly ignited Zhen Sheng's passion.

Yes, he can sell goods on a tricycle, which undoubtedly opens another door for Zhen Sheng. Zhang Zhenzhong had already gone back to the room to rest, leaving Zhen Sheng who was thinking in the room.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhen Sheng decided to give it a try. So I mixed the leftover piece of flour fertilizer with dry noodles, mixed it with water and alkali, and kneaded it. After kneading, set aside and let go for a while. He rolled it out with a rolling pin and stacked it layer by layer. Cut the head and tail, and cut off the excess in the middle that can't be folded together. The long strip appeared on the panel, and Zhen Sheng made a very uniform cut of the size. After cutting it, I hurriedly tried to steam it.

More often than not, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is skinny. When this pot of steamed buns came out, Zhen Sheng couldn't wait to smash the pot of Zhang Zhenzhong's house! The half drawer of steamed buns were like dead gnocchi! This made Zhen Sheng feel distressed, and he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and went to the door of Zhang Zhenzhong's house and buckled the door.

"Uncle Zhang, come out and take a look, what's going on?"

As soon as Zhang Zhenzhong fell asleep, he was woken up by Zhen Sheng. The fire didn't hit one place, it was not easy for the old man to fall asleep, and it woke me up? Zhang Zhenzhong walked out of the room shirtless and wearing slippers. Looking at his fierce "appearance", he didn't look like an old man in his sixties at all.

"Zhen Sheng, what are you shouting, I don't know if I'm resting?"

"Uncle Zhang, the method you said to me won't work! Look at this dead gnocchi!"

Zhen Sheng pointed to the steamed buns placed on the living room table, the "crystal clear" "steamed buns". Zhang Zhenzhong couldn't help laughing, and he seemed to be extremely happy to see him. His happy appearance made people feel that the anger just now was completely faked.

"Hahaha... Laughed at me. got Zhen Sheng, for the sake of these gnocchi, Lao Tzu won't care about you. ”

"Uncle, you're wrong with me!

Looking at this pot of gnocchi, the one-eyed old man smiled so happily, and said that if he didn't care about himself, it would be good if he didn't care about him. Zhen Sheng, who was forcibly suppressing his anger, asked Zhang Zhenzhong rhetorically.

"Boy, are you really stupid or fake smart?"

Zhen Sheng was asked a little inexplicably, but the unhappy expression on his face was very obvious, and Zhang Zhenzhong didn't care at all.

"You don't want to listen to you stupid, you know that you have to put the dough aside to wake up for a while after kneading, how to roll the dough, and after cutting it, you don't know how to steam it for a while? Do you say that you are stupid, you don't know such a simple thing! and disturb me to sleep, your uncle and I are just too good-tempered, otherwise I would have kicked you out a long time ago." I'm still telling you some reason here. ”

Zhang Zhenzhong happily said to Zhen Sheng, Zhen Sheng still didn't slow down.

"If you don't believe me, you'll be done tomorrow morning. Call me, see how I got it, uncle. And you'd better buy a scale, don't steam too much in the future, you don't have the right hand, either it will turn yellow and bloom, or it will be ugly. ”

Looking at Zhen Sheng, who was stunned, Zhang Zhenzhong walked over and kicked him.

"What are you doing in a daze! What is the manly husband doing, grinding and chirping, someone has given you an idea, why don't you go quickly!

Zhen Sheng, who was kicked to his senses, hurriedly trotted to find a local goods store to buy a scale, leaving only Zhang Zhenzhong's scolding and scolding voice behind him.

…

When I got the scale, it was not too early to get home, and the snoring sound of Zhang Zhenzhong resounded throughout the hut, but there was an indescribable rhythm. Zhen Sheng thanked Zhang Zhenzhong in his heart, but he quietly put this gratitude in his heart. Hope to return it one day. It wasn't until many years later, when Zhen Sheng recalled this period again, it was a day that Zhen Sheng felt was the most memorable. Although the wish to return has become a regret, but when I think about those hard days, those sorrows and tears full of struggle are sweet.