Chapter 2 Returning Home II

Wang Weidong walked into the courtyard with his luggage roll, and a large group of old ladies sitting in the courtyard chatting looked at him with their eyes.

There was only one old lady with gray hair, who stared blankly at a spot in the distance in the void.

Wang Weidong walked up to the old lady and looked at the white things in the old lady's eyes carefully, and then called out, "Grandma! ”

The old lady's eyes slowly became bigger, and the white thing was cataracts, and Wang Weidong felt that it had become bigger than when he left.

The old lady was shocked and stretched out her hands to touch Wang Weidong's chest, and then groped to grab his arm.

"Dong, you're back. The whole factory has already come back to the countryside, but you are not back! The old lady said with tears in her voice.

The old ladies sitting around all smiled and said to Wang Weidong's grandmother: "The eldest grandson is back, and the old lady is crying with joy!" ”

Wang Weidong nodded, said hello to a few old ladies, and then walked towards his grandmother with his luggage in one hand and his grandmother in the other.

His family lived on the second floor, and Wang Weidong slowly went upstairs, reminding his grandmother to pay attention to the stairs and be careful of falling down as he walked.

The old man can't see with his eyes, but it's too boring to stay at home all day, it's really difficult.

There were three doors on the second floor, and the old lady trembled and took out a key from her pocket and handed it to Wang Weidong, who inserted the key into the lock hole and opened the door with a click.

Two people walked into the room, the house had two living rooms and a kitchen and a toilet with a one-square-meter squatting pit. In the early fifties, it was possible to build such a building with water and water, and it was just one telephone short of the bright future of upstairs and downstairs electric lights and telephones depicted at that time.

The old lady held her grandson's arm tightly all the time, and she kept pulling Wang Weidong to her bedside and sit down.

Looking at the two beds placed in the room, Wang Weidong asked, "You live in the same room with my brother?" ”

"What can I do? There are only two rooms, one for your parents and one for me and your brother. The old lady replied.

Wang Weidong stood up, but his grandmother still grabbed his arm.

When he was a child, his grandmother hugged him and held his little hand, but now that he is old, he can't see it, but instead shows him a child's attachment to an adult.

"Milk, I'll go out and buy some vegetables and come back with some meat." Wang Weidong said.

The old lady slowly let go of her hand and said, "It's not easy for you to save two dollars in the countryside, don't spend money indiscriminately!" ”

"I finally came back, and the whole family had a meal together." Wang Weidong said.

He walked out of the door and downstairs in the direction of the supply and marketing cooperative.

The Xiangyang Chemical Factory has a total of 6,000 or 7,000 employees, plus more than 20,000 family members, and only one supply and marketing cooperative, that is, a department store, from sewing machines, bicycles, to cloth, shoes, hats, stationery, tobacco, alcohol, canned biscuits, and so on.

Of course, pork is also sold here, but Wang Weidong does not have meat tickets, so he cannot buy pork from the supply and marketing cooperative.

Outside the supply and marketing cooperative, there are two rows of people selling vegetables, eggs, duck eggs and other agricultural products, all of whom come from nearby villages, and are basically women and elderly people, who take the vegetables from their own fields and the eggs laid by the chickens raised at home to sell them here for a few dollars.

The production team is based on the amount of work earned by different laborers in a year, and the amount of money each work is worth in the autumn, and the labor income is settled clearly at one time. The peasants usually rely entirely on their own land and the poultry and pigs they raise on their own daily income.

And the people of the Northeast are bold, and after the pigs raised at home are killed, at least half of them must be taken out to drink and eat meat in the whole village, and the rest is sold for money.

Now there is a wooden table next to the vegetable sellers, and a middle-aged man stands there with a knife and sells meat.

That could not have happened two years ago.

Wang Weidong bought three catties of early beans first, and then walked to the pork stall.

"How do you sell this pork?" Wang Weidong asked.

"One pound a piece!" The middle-aged man selling pork replied.

The pork sold in the supply and marketing cooperatives is eight cents, and you have to buy it wherever the meat seller cuts. If you know a good relationship, you will go under the knife from the back buttocks, and if you don't know it, you may be under the knife at the bloody neck, that is, where there is more lymph near the pig's neck.

"Here, cut me a pound!" Wang Weidong gestured with his finger on the pork belly and said.

"Okay!" The middle-aged man said as he cut off a piece of pork with a knife.

Wang Weidong's sharp eyes saw very clearly, this meat is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, that is, the skin of the meat is one finger wider than the meat above.

"One pound and two taels high!" The middle-aged man said loudly with the scale.

"You carry the scales and show me." Wang Weidong said.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Weidong in a daze, and the others heard him report the number of catties and settle the accounts and pay for it, but today this person is really troublesome!

He reluctantly carried the scale in front of Wang Weidong, the scale was indeed in the place of one catty and two taels, but the scale rod couldn't pick it up at all.

Wang Weidong glanced at the bottom of the weighing pan, but fortunately there was no magnet or anything like that. Deception is also a gradual evolutionary process, and now the people have not thought of this at this time, and their hearts are not so black.

Wang Weidong moved the lanyard on the scale back with his fingers, and the flat scale was one pound or two.

"Big brother, you just misread and counted a tael." Wang Weidong said.

The middle-aged man showed an embarrassed expression on his face, if this situation occurred twenty or thirty years later, those people would not be embarrassed, and they were likely to be annoyed and angry, but greeted Wang Weidong's ancestors for the eighteenth generation.

So it was this embarrassed expression that made Wang Weidong have a good impression of this middle-aged man.

He took out the money in his pocket, took out a dime and handed it to the middle-aged man, then wrapped the meat in the paper on the case and walked back.

Wang Weidong walked into the courtyard of the building and saw a large row of bicycles parked by the wall, and the people who got off work came back, and the bicycles were parked here, and they would not be lost at night.

Wang Weidong walked to a phoenix bicycle and looked at the bicycle for a long time and refused to leave.

The bike was originally his grandfather's, and now it is unknown whether his father Wang Haifu or his eldest brother Wang Xian is riding.

This bicycle carries many good memories of Wang Weidong, when he was very young, his grandfather took him to the river not far away to fish.

Walking back home, Wang Weidong saw that his eldest brother Wang Xianjin had returned, but the two brothers just looked at each other and didn't speak.

He and his eldest brother have been at odds with each other since childhood.

Walking into the kitchen, Wang Weidong began to cook, and he was responsible for cooking when he was a young man, and his cooking skills are recognized.

One year before graduating from junior high school and going to the countryside, Wang Weidong worked as a temporary worker in the factory canteen, and he gave a hand to the old master Yang, who was in charge of the spoon, but the old master Yang was a master chef who specialized in cooking for Soviet experts in the 50s!

In this year's time, Wang Weidong learned a good skill of cooking.

Wash the vegetables and cut the meat and stir-fry the pot, and after a while, the pot of stewed meat will exude an attractive fragrance.