Accidentally Born in the ‘60s:

Li Muwu didn't notice the difference in Zhang Chunhua's face, and greeted warmly: "Brother and sister, take the children to sit on the ox cart. Our family is far away, and you can't go that far."

Zhang Chunhua glanced at the dirt on the ox cart with disgust, and squeezed out a smile: "No need, I'll just walk." Four-year-old Li Mingxin glanced at the tattered ox cart curiously and dragged him. He grabbed Zhang Chunhua's hand and whispered, "Mom, I want to take a car."

Pinching his son's hand, Zhang Chunhua raised his head and glanced at Li Mulin quickly, then lowered his head to look at his son, coaxing in a low voice, "Let's walk warmly."

Li Muwu was a little unclear, so looking at the mother and son, Li Mulin quickly smiled and said, "After riding the train for several days, my legs are stiff. It's better to walk."

"That's fine!" Li Muwu grinned and said bluntly: "If you know that my younger brother and sister can travel far, I won't ask Lao Lin to borrow an ox cart, and let him run with us in vain."

Lao Lin, who was driving the ox cart, turned his head and smiled honestly: "It's okay, I'm not an outsider, so what's so polite! Besides, I'm not here for nothing, so I won't help you with luggage!"

Li Mulin hurriedly laughed: "Trouble Lao Lin brother." He took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms and handed one to Lao Lin.

Lao Lin was excited and quickly took off his gloves, wiped the sweat off his hands a few times on his clothes, and then raised his hand to take it. He put the cigarette under the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then took off his hat and put the cigarette on his ear, showing an embarrassed smile: "I have never smoked such a good cigarette."

Li Mulin smiled and looked around again. After ten years away from home, he returned to his hometown again. Looking at a town that was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar, Li Mulin couldn't help but think of what happened when he was at home.

Li Mulin didn't have any impression of Big Brother, since he was sensible, he knew Big Brother went with the army to fight the Japanese devils. The second brother, Li Muwu, was a little honest, but he looked like an older brother, and he was very protective of his younger brother. Every time the family ate something good for the New Year, Li Muwu only tasted a little bit, and left the rest to the two younger brothers. Li Musen and Li Mulin are only two years apart in age. The two slept in the same bed when they were young, and they were no different from their twins. The two went up the mountain to pick up firewood and fished together in the river, and they were inseparable all day long.

When Li Mulin left home, Li Musen, who was in his twenties, cried to tears.

Looking sideways at the second brother who clearly saw the old brother and the third brother who was estranged from him, and thinking of the white-haired old lady at home, Li Mulin was a little annoyed and regretted, why should he take time to go home after all these years .

The group just walked for about 20 minutes, and Li Mingxin couldn't walk a little bit. He looked at Zhang Chunhua aggrievedly, and tears rolled down his lips: "Mom, I don't want to leave, I'm tired."

Zhang Chunhua glanced at his younger son, and felt distressed when he saw his tired face. Then he looked at his eldest son Ming Shu, who was looking eagerly at the bullock cart in front of him.

Zhang Chunhua bit his lip in annoyance and looked at Li Mulin unwillingly, but Li Mulin just lowered his head and walked forward without looking back at the three of them.

"Wait a minute." Seeing his younger son's listless and pale face, Zhang Chunhua didn't dare to play any more careful thoughts, so he could only bite the bullet and scream.

But the four gentlemen in front of them chatted and no one heard Zhang Chunhua's voice, and they still walked forward with big steps, talking and laughing. Seeing that no one cared about him, Zhang Chunhua's arrogance was extinguished by three points again, and he could only raise his voice and shout again: "Mu Lin, Mingxin can't walk anymore."

Li Mulin stopped and looked back. The two sons were so tired that they squatted on the ground and couldn't get up. He hurried over to pick up Mingxin and glanced at Zhang Chunhua complainingly: "You are not happy to let your son ride an ox cart. If you're tired and have a fever, I'll see how you handle it, seeing a doctor here is not as convenient as in Bingcheng."

Zhang Chunhua was horrified when he heard this, and quickly said, "Sit and sit, I'll take my son in the car, we won't leave." Li Mulin didn't say anything, just silently carried his two sons into the bullock cart, and then took Zhang Chunhua helped up. There were three small wooden benches on the ox cart. Zhang Chunhua hugged his youngest son, took out a ragged cotton jacket from his bag and put it on the post, and moved the two large bags to his legs to keep out the wind.

The ox cart slowly moved forward. Zhang Chunhua was sitting on it and rubbing his calf. He felt very sorry. .

"Mother, we're back!" The carriage walked slowly for about an hour and finally arrived at the door of the house. Li Muwu shouted at the top of his voice as he took the bag.

"Are you back?" The wooden door was pushed open, the heavy curtain was lifted, and Mrs. Li's excited hands trembled while leaning on a cane.

Li Mulin, who had just picked up his son, looked back and saw the old lady who was bent over and leaning on a cane. Tears came down immediately, and she put her son aside and ran in: "Mother!"

"You still know how to come back?" With red eyes, Mrs. Li raised her crutches and hit Li Mulin a few times: "You forgetful thing, do you still have this old lady in your heart?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" After being hit hard, Li Mulin immediately felt very comfortable: "I dream of my mother hitting me with a cane a few times."

"It's a **** thing." Mrs. Li's mouth was almost grinning to the back of her ears.

Li Mulin rubbed his shoulders and waved back to his son: "Mingshu, Mingxin, come and call grandma."

Ming Shu and Ming Xin stood not far away and looked at Madam Li's crutches in horror, and looked at the bright smile after their father was beaten. After the two boys were silent for a while, one big and one small two Bai Nen A cute smile quickly appeared on her face: "Hello, grandma!"

"Oh my grandson, come in quickly!" Looking at the hurting grandson, Mrs. Li didn't want the stick, she threw it aside, grabbed one with one hand, and walked in: "Are you tired on the road? Are you hungry?"

Ming Xin looked down and grabbed his dry and thin hands, with a smile that was even uglier than crying: "Hungry!"

"Osmanthus, hurry up and cook a big bowl of noodles, beat two eggs, put a few drops of sesame oil, and give Ming Shu and Ming Xin to eat." After the old lady Li ordered, she glanced at her son and the first time The daughter-in-law I met: "You two haven't eaten, have you? There are ready-made pancakes and corn gooey. Let's eat a bowl first and then talk."

I simulated countless face-to-face scenes with my mother-in-law in my mind, but Zhang Chunhua didn't expect that her mother-in-law would send herself away with a bowl of corn mush.

Everything is ready-made and kept warm in the pot. Osmanthus propped up the table, put a bunch of baskets on it, put a few bowls of goo, put a plate of pickles, and a pot of vermicelli stewed with sauerkraut.

After staying on the fire for a few days, Li Mulin's family made do with dry biscuits and hot water. Now sitting at the table and smelling the aroma of the steaming food, Zhang Chunhua had to temporarily stop thinking about it and touch it. A nest head bit down.

Osmanthus boiled the noodles with ease, with a spoonful of pheasant soup simmered for Wang Sufen inside, and a few pieces of chicken. Ming Shu and Ming Xin stood by the kitchen with their eyes straight and swallowed, and they didn't forget to flatter Mrs. Li: "Milk, your home is really nice, and there's chicken to eat."

"That's a pheasant, it's nothing to chew on. It's for your second aunt to make up for your body. Another day, let your brothers take you around the mountain. If you encounter a silly roe deer and drag it back, the stew will be delicious. What?"

Mingxin swallowed his saliva. He looked back at Zhang Chunhua, who was eating and drinking, and couldn't help but ask, "Mom, didn't you say that the milk family is poor? I see that the milk family eats more than our family. Much better!"

Zhang Chunhua was unexpectedly demolished by his own son, choked his throat with a choked mouth, and suddenly let out an earth-shattering cough.