"The east is red, the sun is rising, and the flowers are planted..."
Jiang Hua woke up from his sleep, still a little uncomfortable. It had been five days since he came to this exciting era. In his previous life, he was a person who slept until he woke up naturally. Now he was woken up early in the morning by the broadcast from the courtyard.
I really can't get used to it.
However, he didn't dare to complain. Ever since he accepted the information in his mind, he knew that he had to be careful when speaking, otherwise he would easily suffer unreasonable disasters.
The information in his mind made him understand what his current situation was: he was born in the 1950s. His father joined the public security front after fighting in the war to aid Korea, but he died heroically in the operation to catch spies. His mother
Like his father, he is also a police officer and has been heroic in action.
There is a saying in the starting point: Parents sacrifice to heaven, and their magic power is boundless. He was only nine years old when he became an orphan. Fortunately, his parents had many comrades in arms, so he was adopted by his father's comrades.
When Jiang Hua knew who his adoptive father was, he was confused.
Zhong Shanyue, the name he remembered, was the name of the hero's father in a story from the 1960s and 1970s. He also remembered the cheap brother, who was indeed named Zhong Yuemin.
He has entered a parallel world. Jiang Hua has read this story no less than ten times. He used to admire Zhong Yuemin's attitude towards life, but as he matured, he felt that Zhong Yuemin was a little difficult to take on big responsibilities, mainly because of that.
This kind of free and bohemian hippie life is really too complicated and does not conform to the national conditions and traditions.
The adoptive father is very confident and has no worries about the future. He is indeed a staunch proletarian warrior. Jiang Hua admires his loyal beliefs sincerely.
I slowly got up, put on my grass-green sanitary robe, and put on my khaki coat. It was actually the kind of military uniform that had been washed many times. This is the most popular style nowadays. The older it is, the more senior it is.
I put up a front in front of my house and practiced free-fighting moves for a while. I learned this from participating in the student union at the university in my previous life.
Nowadays, these children in the courtyard like to make appointments with others. Although most of the children in the courtyard cannot fight with each other, there are still stubborn masters who cannot be prepared. Veterans and stubborn masters are naturally incompatible, and they will fight at every turn.
When it comes to taking out a kitchen knife, having good skills is better than anything else.
Five days after traveling through time, Jiang Hua also knew some of the changes in himself. First of all, his hearing and vision were sharp, and his strength and spirit were much stronger. What excited him most was that there was a storage space, which was not too big, about the size of a basketball court.
It is large and still a static space.
But this is enough, at least there will be no problem at all in spending these ten years. What he has to do now is to dig a hole deep, accumulate food widely, and hide it until death.
Looking at Zhong Yuemin's room, the quilt was thrown on the bed. It seemed like it was no different from yesterday. He had wandered off to nowhere that day. Now that his adoptive father was not here, he was like a wild horse that had escaped the reins, running around.
Jiang Hua took out a small box from the depth of the big closet. There was a passbook in it, which was left by his father and mother. It was less than six thousand yuan, which included his parents' savings and pension. There was also a hundred yuan in change and
Some bills.
Taking some food stamps, Jiang Hua went to the supply and marketing cooperative and prepared some fish and meat. Today he can visit his adoptive father. He will definitely not be able to eat well, so he will make some meat to supplement his food.
I bought a fish and a pound of meat, cooked it and put it in a lunch box. Someone asked me how I could cook. This is nonsense. It comes from the 21st century. There were many men at that time who couldn’t cook.
, especially during the epidemic, it is an exaggeration to say that you will starve to death if you don’t know how to cook, but it is true that you will be tired of eating instant noodles.
During lunch, Zhong Yuemin led Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun back home in a jittery manner. The two behind him each had a net bag with a change of clothes, and they were also going to visit their father.
“Brother, are you ready for dad’s clothes?
Zhong Yuemin is four months younger than Jiang Hua. Ever since he arrived at the Zhong family, this kid has been calling Jiang Hua brother.
Jiang Hua was carrying a net bag, which contained a change of clothes, a lunch box with a large front door and a bottle of Erguotou.
"Ready, have you eaten?"
"After eating, Mrs. Zheng Tong made steamed buns and millet porridge."
Yuan Jun followed up and played cymbals: "Old Zheng's family is so stingy that they don't even have a few big pickled radishes."
Zheng Tong retorted: "You think our family is stingy, don't eat it if you have the skills. Good fellow, one person made four cornmeal buns, and even the landlord's family can't afford it."
"Okay, stop making trouble. They are all going to see their father. They have a secret. Do you know if you see your father reporting good news or not? You know, they are quite miserable inside. Let them be happy when they see their son.
After a while, we ate at my place in the evening. I made braised pork and there was half of it left. Although it was not enough to eat, it was enough to coax you."
The three of them agreed in unison: "I know, Brother Hua/Brother."
Four people were carrying net bags, Jiang Hua walked in front with his back straight, and the three people behind him were loose and loose. They didn't look like good people at first glance.
Looking back, Jiang Hua wanted to change the hooligan habits of these three guys. Although they were not bad boys, the first impression they gave people was not a good one.
In the office of the Director of the Revolutionary Committee, Director Wang inspected the packages one by one.
"Jianghua, Yuemin, you can't bring this wine in. It's against discipline."
Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Director Wang, raise your hand. The old man's body is not good and he is a little cold inside. This wine makes him lively and energetic. My father has also been a revolutionary soldier all his life. He still has some consciousness. In the evening
Drink a little and it won't cause you any trouble."
"Hua Zi, you are a good boy. You know how to respect the elderly. I also know your father and he will not cause trouble. But if this wine bottle breaks, it will be broken glass. This thing can kill someone."
Zhong Yuemin was not happy. Director Wang's words were equivalent to saying that his father was a coward who only knew how to escape. He was about to stand up when Jiang Hua glared at him and sat down unwillingly.
Jiang Hua laughed and said: "Director Wang, sometimes when we come to visit, you are in control of the whole process. What did my dad say? Believe in the party and the people. How could you find fault with such a positive and optimistic revolutionary spirit? You
Don’t worry it won’t happen.”
Director Wang thought about it and thought it was right, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I will make an exception for you. The main reason is that you are a good boy and you can also persuade your father."
