"Auntie, Auntie?" Zhou Zhi tried calling twice.

Someone behind me said: "Here we are, watching TV at Madam Liu's house."

Zhou Zhi turned around and saw the thin and thin figure: "Auntie."

Then he waved to a fat aunt standing at the door opposite: "Ms. Liu."

"Zhou Zhi is here." The fat aunt said with a smile: "I heard that your aunt said that you were hospitalized for surgery. Are you discharged from the hospital?"

"It's okay." Zhou Zhi said with a smile: "If you don't come out now, I'll let you know that I'm safe first."

"That's right." Ms. Liu said with a smile: "You don't know what I've been through these past few days. It's making my ears sing! Hahaha, it'll be great to see you!"

"Thank you Ms. Liu for your concern."

The aunt turned on the light in her hut: "Heirloom, come in quickly."

Zhou Zhi entered the hut with a black line on his forehead: "Auntie, can we change this title and stop calling it that way?"

The aunt was sitting on the edge of the bed and looked at Zhou Zhi who was sitting on the white willow chair: "I heard your mother said she was hospitalized. I was very frightened. She also said she was going to have a look in the next two days."

"Where's my cousin?"

"He? I don't know which gangster he is with."

"oh."

My aunt was a hard-luck person. She was only fifteen years old when her grandparents passed away.

Dad was only five years old at that time.

The street saw that this family was really pitiful, so they arranged for my aunt to work as a worker in the county's spinning mill, and this was how my father was brought up.

I heard that my aunt had a childhood sweetheart, but it didn’t work out because of my father’s drag.

My aunt didn't get married until very late, and had a son named He Dayong. However, a few years later, my aunt got tuberculosis again and passed away not long after.

He Dayong has been a gangster since he was a child, and his father tried many ways to send He Dayong to the county water plant.

There were many younger people in the waterworks, so this cousin found his own place and hung out all day long. After joining the waterworks, he never came back to live there.

Lao Zhou's family is different from the big family in my mother's Gujing Township. According to my aunt, my grandfather was a single man who sold small glutinous rice balls and dandan noodles, but he himself starved to death.

When she came to her place, her father was also a single man.

When Zhou Zhi arrived, he was still a single person, and then... the country's family planning policy ushered in.

So Zhou Zhi has been passed down to three generations, and it is likely to continue to be passed down alone. In the words of my aunt, Zhou Zhi has become a "family heirloom".

Speaking of this aunt, she gritted her teeth and said, "It's all your uncle's fault. If it weren't for him, you should have a younger brother!"

Zhou Zhi said: "The crutches for my uncle are ready, and I said I would deliver them to him in two days."

"This wretched old guy!" Auntie said angrily, "What are he going to do? Just let him die in Manzhou!"

Zhou Zhi couldn't help but smile bitterly, this was another grievance between the elders.

The "unlucky old guy" my aunt said was actually a big shot in the Su family, the old party secretary of Jiachuan County - Su Xiubang.

When Su Xiubang was party secretary, he did many important things for Jiachuan.

The first thing was to build the first cross-river bridge in Jiachuan County, the Hongshui River Bridge.

This bridge was very high according to the construction standards at that time. The bridge piers were more than ten meters away from the river during dry periods. It had double arch supports and two-way lanes. It connected Jiachuan County and Majie Town across the Hongshui River, and below Majie Town, the Yangtze River

Rongshan Town, which is more than ten miles downstream, is connected.

This initiative was advanced at the time, connecting the two large towns separated by the Hongshui River, which was equivalent to expanding a "riverside economic belt" for Jiachuan County.

This also created great favorable conditions for the Sichuan Natural Gas Chemical Plant, a major national project at that time, to be established in Jiachuan.

The boost the chemical plant brought to Rongshan Town and Jiachuan County was immediate in those days.

My eldest daughter works as a teacher at Rongshan Town Central Primary School, and her son is a worker in the power supply class of a chemical factory.

After the first thing was done, Uncle Yao did the second big thing, driving the entire county and towns to raise pigs!

At that time, the state did not allow private pig farming, so my uncle set up a collective pig farm.

When going to a township, whether it is for a meeting or to do business, the first thing to do is to drive the county jeep directly to the pig farm and inspect it first.

At that time, Sichuan Province was the country's largest grain and pig province, and Jiachuan was turned into the number one pig county in Sichuan by Yaojiu!

After the Third Plenary Session of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, more than 180 counties across the country sent delegations to Jiachuan to inspect the pig breeding industry. My father was also in the county finance committee at that time and received many of them.

Every time I talked about this later, my father said that these delegations came just to have a bite of pork.

At that time, only the Jiachuan County Guesthouse could afford to host a lavish meat banquet!

But my uncle also has his own problems, that is, his work style is rough, arbitrary, and abusive.

When the family planning policy came out, my mother was already several months pregnant. In fact, according to the policy, she could give birth.

My uncle felt that he would be stabbed in the back, so he worked for his mother and father and asked them to take the lead.

In the end, the child did not stay, and this is the reason why my aunt hated my uncle.

This old guy wanted to cut off the roots of my old Zhou family, and he has been deeply resentful ever since.

Even though my uncle is now a deputy senior official in Manzhou City, in my aunt's words, he is still "that old bad guy"!

Now that Zhou Zhi was at his aunt's home court, he had no choice but to brush his hair and denounce his uncle together: "Well, aren't all high-ranking cadres like this? If the family doesn't get the benefit of the doubt, it will suffer even more from him!"

After saying that, he quickly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about him. I recently made pickled mustard at home? Why does it smell like pickled mustard?"

"The heirloom has a really good nose, so I helped Aunt Liu make seven or eighty pounds of it."

My aunt's skill in making side dishes can be said to be the best in Jiachuan. Anyway, Zhou Zhi has never had such delicious side dishes since her aunt left.

These side dishes are mainly the things that Sichuan people eat on the table - sugar garlic, scallops, bath pickles, salt cabbage, tempeh, red tofu, mustard sauerkraut...

In this small courtyard, whenever my aunt opens her kimchi jar, the fragrance fills the courtyard.

In the end, everyone in the courtyard was too lazy to do it themselves, and they couldn't lose that person.

You might as well ask Maid Saturday for help!

Just by looking at the name Auntie is called by the people around her, you can see how difficult it was for the old Zhou family to have a small number of people.

The mother-in-law and the cub make eight, and in the end only the aunt and the father are left.

"Actually, with your skills, Auntie, you can consider charging a fee."

"How can that be done? Make people laugh."

"Auntie, have you ever considered opening a small stall? Just sell sugar-garlic red tofu or something." Zhou Zhi continued to induce: "I looked at the stalls in Zhangjiagou market, none of them can compare with the taste like yours, but the money

It’s a lot of money too!”

"If you think it's okay, I'll go talk to dad."

"No, no, no." The aunt waved her hands repeatedly: "Isn't it good for me to be like this now?"

Now my aunt is responsible for mailing and receiving at the entrance of Xinhua Bookstore, and selling newspapers by the way. In fact, she is just a janitor, not in the establishment, and her income is meager.

But in my aunt's mind, it was a serious and honorable job.

There is also discrimination against small industrial and commercial owners, saying that they are "trafficking away food".

The first time I heard this word, Zhou Zhi went to ask my fourth cousin for advice. The fourth cousin explained the first two words and said that the so-called "selling servants in order to make a profit day and night" describes small industrial and commercial people in the city.

But the last two words are made up. They mean running around to make a living and not returning home with food. I also asked Zhou Zhi who said this.

Zhou Zhi felt funny in his heart. His ancestors starved to death selling glutinous rice balls and dan dan noodles. When he was a child, Zhou Zhi asked his father this question. If he had nothing to eat, he could eat glutinous rice balls and dan dan noodles at home. Why did he starve to death?

Speaking of which, Lao Zhou's family is the standard "trafficking for food"!

But while it was funny, I was also secretly frightened and distressed about my aunt’s hidden cultural level. It’s not like the ancestors of the Zhou family were able to coin such words!

The thoughts of the elders were deeply ingrained and Zhou Zhi could not change them, so they had to chat for a few more words and then leave.

When I got home, my father was watching the "County News Network" and the announcer's voice came from inside.

"Today, the leader of the municipal natural gas company, so-and-so, came to Jiachuan County Natural Gas Company for inspection. Secretary Hua Yuliang accompanied him and made important instructions, requiring the natural gas company to ensure that residents use gas during the Spring Festival, so that residents of the county can

, celebrate a peaceful and peaceful Spring Festival..."

Inside the 21-inch Panda color TV, behind Hua Yuliang and the leader of the Municipal Electric Power Company, there was also a pretty lady with a pretty appearance, stylish clothes, and a look that was different from everyone else.

That was Zhang Fangyu, the manager of the county natural gas company.

Zhou Zhi glanced at the TV: "Dad, Mom, I want to go to Manzhou tomorrow."

"Isn't the monk coming to the house?" My mother was holding a knitting stick and needle in her hands and looking at the TV: "The guests have come and the master has run away. Is it embarrassing for me to be alone at home?"

"Just one or two days." Zhou Zhi said: "When does the monk go home without making arrangements? He won't be able to come for three or two days."

"You still have wounds."

"Isn't this the crutch for uncle Yao ready?" Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "I want to give it to him before the holiday."

"Can't we just find someone to take it with us?" Mom said, and then threatened: "Also, next time you do this, tell your family first, otherwise you will be careful."

"At worst, it will be deducted from the new year's money." Zhou Zhi said quickly. His father had a kind face but a dark heart. In his words in the afternoon, he had the intention of taking advantage of this to get all his new year's money. He had to take this opportunity to fight for it for himself.

"That's what you said." Mom was very satisfied that her threat was effective.

Zhou Zhi saw his father sighing secretly beside him.

"That's what I worked so hard for, and it's not worth it for you to use it." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "So I have to deliver it myself."

Dad stared at the TV and said: "When your uncle was working in Jiachuan, he walked a lot of the time in the countryside. His knees were damaged at that time."

"But he hasn't retired yet. If you give him a cane, he probably won't use it to help him walk. It's almost like beating you."

"In a few years, when I can use my remaining energy as a researcher, I can finally use it." Zhou Zhi didn't take it seriously: "This is called preparing for a rainy day."

My mother turned around and saw Zhang Fangyu's smiling face on the TV. She was a little dissatisfied with her father's fixed gaze and poked him with a stick and needle in her hand.

Dad turned to look at mom, confused, feeling that this woman was inexplicable.
Chapter completed!