They were lucky not to meet the train, and after crossing the railway, the gravel road turned into a concrete road, and there was not so much dust.

After more than ten years of development, the living area is also quite large-scale, the closer to the industrial area, the most of which are bungalows, and to the west, there are more three- and four-story tube buildings.

Each family area has its own small business, supply and marketing cooperatives, grain and oil stores, tailor shops, etc., as well as large vegetable markets and free trade markets funded by the government.

There are even a lot of foreign goods shops, because some foreign boats often come to the wharf, bringing some strange foreign things, and some free young people have begun to do this business.

After riding for another ten minutes, you can see a wrought-iron arched porch with the words "Free Trade Market" written on it, and the two look at each other and smile, and get out of the car.

The so-called free trade market is a collection of various scattered stalls, where the variety of goods is more and more complete than that of the supply and marketing cooperatives, and there is no need for various bills, and money can buy them.

Jian Xia picked a hairpin for her mother, and Jian Xiaoxing picked a foreign sun hat, working for a month, although she was still interning, she also opened a salary of twenty-two yuan, and it felt good to spend her own money.

Originally, he was about to leave after shopping, but Jian Xiaoxing caught another glimpse of a salt-wrapped belt, and his uncle always said that he had back pain recently, and he could buy it back to make a hot compress.

The bosses who sell the goods are very enthusiastic, and the cold service attitude of the supply and marketing cooperatives is completely different, and the two of them can be said to have returned with a full load.

Jian Baoguo lives in a bungalow, with a history of more than 20 years, and the roof has not been repaired for a long time, and dogtail grass has grown.

The yard is not big and full of debris.

After Jian Xia parked her bicycle in the yard, she hurriedly went to the toilet, probably because of the sudden visit of her aunt, she was a little caught off guard.

Jian Xiaoxing went to the kitchen to find her aunt Wang Xiaoqin.

"Auntie, what do you need help with?"

Wang Xiaoqin has short ear-length hair, a middle-aged woman's style, and is wearing an apron on the stove at the moment.

When he turned around and saw Jian Xiaoxing, he said with a gentle face: "Hyosung is back, you are still sensible, you know that your aunt is busy today, you can pick the leeks over there!" ”

Jian Xiaoxing obediently found a small bench and sat at the dining table picking leeks.

The two began to chat without a pair.

Speaking of which, Wang Xiaoqin is very good to the original owner, but because the original owner feels a little bit under the fence, he is not very close to his aunt.

Wang Xiaoqin also knows her temperament, she is gentle and delicate, and she has never said a word of weight to her.

After a while, Jian Xia came over with a new pair of pants.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, the already cramped kitchen seemed even smaller.

While moving the chair with a big grin, she asked Wang Xiaoqin:

"Where's my dad? Isn't it a break today? ”

"Didn't he bring a new apprentice, he went over to guide, and he will be back later." Wang Xiaoqin didn't look back.

"Mom, what else are you doing today besides making dumplings? There must be braised pork, you can focus on your 50th birthday. ”

"Just know how to eat, look at what you have become fat, which mother-in-law is willing to have a daughter-in-law like you, you must not eat the family poor!"

In the end, it is a mother and daughter, and the chat is much more casual.

Wang Xiaoqin finished the noodles, put the dough in the enamel basin, and covered the pot to wake up.

Then divide the pork belly that was weighed in the morning into two, half of which is made into braised pork, and half of which is chopped with filling.

Although the family is a salary, they have never lost money in terms of food.

Wang Xiaoqin is also a good cook, handmade noodles, buns, dumplings and other pasta are readily available.

After a while, there was a sound of "dong dong" chopping meat in the kitchen.

To Jian Xiaoxing's ears, this is simply the most beautiful symphony, which reminds her of her mother.

Her parents divorced when she was a child, and she lived with her mother, Jian Huimin, who was a successful businessman, but never treated her badly when it came to eating.

In particular, the mushroom and pork dumplings made by my mother are still fragrant when I think about them.

Before wearing the book, they drove on the highway because their mother forced her to go on a blind date, and there was a fierce argument, and then they accidentally got into a car accident.

I don't know what happened to my mother? Still alive?

How Jian Xiaoxing hopes that his mother is still alive and well, like her.

"Xia Xia, why hasn't your brother come back yet? Did I ventilate with you? Wang Xiaoqin's words instantly brought back Jian Xiaoxing's thoughts.

There is no telephone at home, so you can't tell your family directly about anything, but there is a phone in the factory, and the two siblings often call to ask about the situation. Jian Yang has a lot of things to do in the steel mill these days and has not gone home, Wang Xiaoqin is afraid that he will forget that today is her birthday.

I saw Jian Xia pat his head and said, "Ah, I forgot to tell you, my brother said that he won't be back until noon, and he has to bring a friend over." ”

"You kid, if you want to come to the guest, you don't say it earlier, you know that you will be more and more friendly." Wang Xiaoqin threw a complaining look at Jian Xia.

Jian Xia stuck out her tongue: "Didn't I forget!" ”

Jian Xiaoxing was puzzled, he had never seen his cousin Jian Yang bring a friend back, wouldn't it be a girlfriend?

Jian Yang is almost thirty years old, and he hasn't dealt with him yet, and his family is looking forward to him suddenly bringing back a water spirit girlfriend one day.

He is busy with his career, and now he is the director of the refining and chemical workshop of Haifeng Steel Plant.

Three women in one play, several people have smiles on their faces, guessing what kind of person Jian Yang brought back?

Soon, Jian Baoguo came back with a little slump behind his back.

He walks in a strange posture, one side of his waist seems to be clamped by an iron plate, which is particularly stiff, probably an occupational disease left by being a door car driver for many years.

People in their fifties, their hair is a little gray, and their complexion is black, red, black and red because of the sea breeze, which makes people feel sad.

After he met with everyone, he sat down on the sofa in the living room and dining room, picked up the dry tobacco pouch next to him and began to smoke, making a few coughing sounds from time to time.

After a busy morning, the braised pork was stewed, a few side dishes were also warmed, and the dumplings were wrapped, but Jian Yang didn't come back.

Jian Baoguo slammed the table with his cigarette pouch, as if to attract someone's attention, and then his neutral voice sounded:

"Xia Xia, what's going on with your brother? You children, as expected, have stiff wings, and none of them are at home! ”

Jian Xia hurriedly moved her body and sat down beside Jian Baoguo, and said a little coquettishly: "Dad, don't we live in the dormitory because we can't crowd the house, you are always angry." Let me tell you, my brother may bring his girlfriend back today, wait a minute, don't shake your face. ”

As soon as Jian Baoguo heard that his son would come to his girlfriend back, the impatience just now disappeared, and he squinted his eyes and sounded.

"Hyosung, Xia Xia is not in shape, or you say, Yang Zai really has ......"

Before Jian Baoguo finished speaking, Jian Yang's shout was already heard in the courtyard: "Dad, Mom, come out quickly, there are guests at home." ”

Everyone seemed to touch the electric door, bounced up from their chairs, and came to the door, wanting to witness the true face of Jian Yang's girlfriend.

Jian Xiaoxing came out with a coquettish smile, but his expression gradually froze, how can he have a girlfriend, he is obviously a big man, and he still carries a bag of flour on his shoulder.