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Chapter 11 Family Tradition! ! !

The aroma of Lao Zhang's chicken soup is thick in the sky above Courtyard No. 95 on this cold winter morning.

How about the good chicken of this era? Stewing a chicken will make the entire courtyard smell delicious.

The old deaf woman next door to the Zhang family was drinking stick noodle porridge and eating big pickled radish, her nose twitching with greed.

She is sixty-five this year, and besides Grandma Zhang, she is the oldest in the courtyard.

And because she is a person with no ability to work, no source of income, and no children. Usually, every household would bring her a bowl if they had something delicious.

Even if the other party misbehaves, if she comes to the door with a cane and chats for a few words and hints, the other party will eventually give her a bowl because he can't save his face.

But only the old Zhang family! ! Only the old Zhang family! !

That mouth of Tang Danniu.
  Recalling the time she came to the door five years ago and was squeezed by Tang Da Niu, the deaf old lady couldn't help but shuddered, and she completely gave up the idea of ​​going to Zhang's house to ask for chicken soup.

After she put down the bowl of stick noodle porridge and thought for a while, she picked up the bamboo pole that served as a walking stick and went to Sha Zhu's house in the middle courtyard.

Silly Zhu cooked rice porridge for breakfast. He and He Yuyu were eating radish with soy sauce and enjoying the scallion pancakes they baked themselves.

Although he only earns 150,000 yuan a month as a cook in a steel rolling mill, his father, He Daqing, sends back 100,000 yuan every month from the Baocheng Association. So after calculation, he and He Yuyu's living standards are relatively high in the courtyard.

When the deaf old lady came in, she didn't say she wanted to eat, but she touched here and looked there.

It’s just that it’s not easy for Shazhu to live with his younger sister for a half-year-old boy. If there are any clothes or quilts that need to be unpacked and washed, just take them out and squeeze out some time to help him with them.

In his words, he wanted to trample on He Daqing, saying that he was no better than a pig or a dog, and that he would not let such a good child go, but instead came to be a stepfather.

"He Daqing's hard days are yet to come. Silly Zhuzi, you will definitely be able to get through all the hardships. Grandma believes in you!!" The deaf old lady looked serious.

As an "elderly abandoned child" who had just lost his father's love, Shazhu was immediately moved to tears: "Old lady, since He Daqing left, you and Uncle Yi have been the best to me. Although I, He Yuzhu, am not old, I know how to repay my kindness, and I will treat you well when I can make a lot of money in the future."

"So, have you had breakfast? Let's eat some together? I just baked the semi-hot pancakes when I got up early."

After Si Zhu finished speaking, he directed He Yuyu to serve porridge to the deaf old lady.

The deaf old lady was waiting for his words. She immediately sat down, grabbed a piece of cake and started eating. When the sticky rice porridge arrived, I picked up the bowl and took a big gulp.

It was really good. Although I didn’t get the chicken soup, I did get the white flour pancakes and rice porridge, which was pretty good.

Old Yan’s house in the front yard,
  Aunt Yan put the food on the table, and Yan Jiecheng hurriedly grabbed the largest steamed bun and ate it. He also said to his mother who was about to breastfeed his younger brother Yan Jiekuang:
  "Mom, Lao Zhang's family is making chicken soup in the backyard today. When will our family be able to drink chicken soup??"

In the heart of twelve-year-old Yan Jiecheng, although his family is not rich, it is still better than the old Zhang family, right?

Aunt Yan lifted up her clothes to breastfeed, while looking at Yan Jiecheng, and said angrily: "I think you look like chicken soup!!"

After scolding the boss, he lowered his head and scolded Yan Jiekuang, the third child, who was slurping purple grapes fiercely: "The bite hurts so much. Mom, this is meat and not something else. Do you want to die?"

Yan Bugui took a piece of mustard shreds with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and began to teach his eldest son, how can he compete with others in food and clothing? Isn't it okay to learn from each other?
  Besides, the Zhang family's life is so hard. If they get a pheasant and don't sell it, they just stew it and eat it. This is called not living well.

"A pheasant can be sold for 15,000 yuan, which is enough to buy ten kilograms of white flour or eighteen kilograms of stick noodles, which can last for four days. But they ate it all in one meal."    "There is no shortage of food and clothing, and there is no calculation Just suffer from poverty, his old Zhang family just doesn’t know how to calculate!!!”

Aunt Yan nodded hurriedly: "Your father is right. Fortunately, our family has your father's wise leadership. Otherwise, we can have the good life now??"

"From now on, you guys," she nodded at her three sons, "you all have to learn from your father. We, Lao Yan, can't lose the family tradition!!"

The three sons did not drink chicken soup, but drank "chicken soup for the soul", and they all nodded dejectedly.

The old Zhang family had a good meal that they had not had in several years, and the whole family was glowing. Zhang Pingan took his younger brothers who could run and jump to hide and seek in the alley.

Tang Da Niu went back to the back room to feed the seventh and eighth children. Grandma Zhang also went in, took out a pile of sock boards from the camphor wood box, and began to darn the socks of several great-grandchildren.

Zhang Chenfei's father knew a little carpentry when he was alive, so their family had more sock boards than other families. Grandma Zhang took them all out and lined them up, twelve from small to large, on the kang.

She first took a pair of Ping An's torn socks, selected a suitable sock board and put them on, then cut the fabric, patched the bottoms, and patched the patches, all done meticulously.

While patching it up, I muttered that some of the children at home looked like they had teeth on their feet, and their socks would get big holes in their heels after only three or five days of wearing them.

"If the patching is delayed, the child will take off his shoes when he goes out, and the toes will be exposed in the front and the heels will be exposed in the back. People will not say anything about the child, they will only say that the adults in this family are really lazy!!!" said the old lady.

Tang Danniu said while breastfeeding: "Who says it's not the case? You have to buy a lot of leftover fabric to darn socks every month."

Other people darn socks by cutting cloth from old clothes, but not theirs. In their family, a piece of clothing was worn by the eldest child, then the third child wore it, and then the fourth child wore it, and then the fifth child wore it.
  Without old clothes, you can only go to the cloth store to buy scraps of cloth or scraps cut by others. Just this, it’s a big expense every month! ! !

The two of them were talking while working. After Zhang Chenfei packed himself up, he shouted toward the back room, "I'm going out." and left.

When he walked to the wing, he met Xu Fugui playing with the bicycle assigned to him by his unit.

Zhang Chenfei greeted him with a smile: "Uncle Xu, have you eaten?"

"It's Da Fei, eat it."

"I still have some chicken soup made at home, please go and have a few more bites."

"No, no, I've really eaten it. I ate a big bowl of the poached eggs your Aunt Xu made for me this morning."

"Hey, that's a pity. My chicken soup is very thick, and you won't be able to enjoy it, Uncle Xu." Zhang Chenfei said some soup talk and passed the Xu family to the door of Liu's house.

Liu Haizhong had just finished fucking Liu Guangtian, and he was bent over the wall, holding the belt and breathing heavily.

"Uncle Liu, have you eaten?"

Liu Haizhong glanced at the Zhang family's kitchen. The aroma of Zhang's chicken soup seemed to have not dissipated in the air. He swallowed secretly: "No!!"

Zhang Chenfei glanced at Liu Haizhong: "If you haven't eaten, hurry up and eat. I have to go to the unit to participate in voluntary labor soon. It's not good to be late."

(End of this chapter)