After making it, Zhang Yu felt that it was still not enough. After thinking about it, he packed another box of chicken cakes, ready for Mr. Sun to eat as a snack when he had nothing to do. It was so sweet.
Seeing several lunch boxes placed on the table, Zhang Yu finally nodded with satisfaction, then covered all the items and put them into his satchel.
After doing this, Zhang Yu looked at his watch and saw that there was still half an hour before the time agreed with Uncle Zhao. Don't be in a hurry, just go there after dinner.
He wasn't going to stir-fry any more, so just cut up the half piece of braised pork that was left just now and add it to the steamed buns to make a rich meal.
After eating and drinking enough, Zhang Yu went out.
When passing by the door of Zhao's house, Zhang Yu vaguely saw someone inside, who looked like Uncle Zhao, so he casually asked: "Uncle Zhao, how are you cleaning up?"
"Okay, okay, I'm going out now." Hearing Zhang Yu's shout, Uncle Zhao answered and picked up a change of clothes. When he was about to go out, he didn't forget to take away two wotou and eat while going out.
Walk.
"Uncle Zhao, I'm not in a hurry. We'll go there before you finish eating." Seeing Uncle Zhao's appearance, Zhang Yu hurriedly took the small bundle in his hand.
"No, no, no, I'll eat and go." Uncle Zhao waved his hand casually and ate the two steamed buns.
Seeing the way he was devouring his food, Zhang Yu couldn't help but swallow.
This is steamed bun, corn steamed bun.
Due to technical reasons, the cornmeal used to make steamed buns at this time was not as refined as in later generations.
And as far as he knew, because the Zhao family has a big appetite and has many children, the supply is simply not enough to eat. Therefore, although there are many workers in the family and the wages are not low, in order to survive in this day and age, they often have to work hard to survive.
You need to spend a lot of money to buy food from the pigeon market.
This led to the fact that although the Zhao family would not buy one with corncobs ground into it, it would not be much better.
But at this time, ensuring that the whole family has enough food is the most important thing.
Although Zhang Yu understood in his heart, he still felt a sore throat when he saw Uncle Zhao's expression remained unchanged and he swallowed two steamed buns without even using saliva.
"Uncle Zhao, do you want to go get a drink of water?" Zhang Yu couldn't help but say this in the end. He actually felt choked just looking at it.
"No, I'm used to it." Uncle Zhao waved his hand, and then sighed: "This is much better than when I was a child, at least it can fill my stomach.
I remember that when I was a child, I had bad health year after year. There was nothing to eat at home. When I was hungry, I could only drink more water, but water was not enough to make me hungry!
That year, there were six of us brothers and sisters, and only the fifth child and I were left. The rest of us simply couldn’t stand it anymore, so we went to eat Guanyin soil. In the end, we couldn’t pull it out, and we were so exhausted that we died!
Our life is pretty good now." Uncle Zhao said with his eyes turning red. Whenever he thought of his relatives who died in that disaster, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
If only they could live to this point!
"Uncle Zhao, you..." Zhang Yu opened his mouth and didn't know how to comfort Uncle Zhao. He had never experienced that kind of thing, so although he felt a little uncomfortable, he couldn't empathize with Uncle Zhang.
Seeing Zhang Yu's appearance, Uncle Zhao smiled, then patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go! It's been so many years, I've figured it out a long time ago.
I want to live well, live well with their share, and watch our country get better and better."
"Okay, let's work hard for this prosperous age together!" When Uncle Zhao said this, Zhang Yu suddenly felt heroic in his heart.
Uncle Zhao has so much confidence in the motherland, so why should his descendants, who have witnessed the prosperity and strength of future generations, not work hard!
In a place unknown to everyone, Zhang Yu quietly began to transform.
If he still had the mentality of muddling along at the beginning, even finding it difficult to cultivate good seeds for the people, then what does he really want to do for this country now?
I want to help his development!
I want him to go through less hardship!
I want him to be stronger than in his previous life!
Want to...
"Let's go, what are you doing here?" Uncle Zhao's words interrupted Zhang Yu's enthusiasm and high morale, which made him feel a little depressed.
But looking at Uncle Zhao striding forward in front of him, Zhang Yu suddenly smiled.
So fine!
He also began to imitate Uncle Zhao, holding his hands high and striding forward.
What he is walking now is not only the path, but also the path of his heart and the future he yearns for.
But after walking a few steps, Zhang Yu patted his head.
Just now, he was overwhelmed by the blood. The hospital was not close, so he planned to walk there with his feet.
He has a bicycle, why not use it?
After Zhang Yu regained his senses, he no longer chased Uncle Zhao blindly. He turned around and went back to push his bicycle.
Uncle Zhao walked to the door and looked back. He didn't see Zhang Yu. He was still a little puzzled. Why did he walk so slowly?
Then he turned around and saw Zhang Yu pushing a bicycle out, and suddenly he was a little confused.
Then he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He was also in trouble. Why did he forget to push the bicycle?
When Uncle Zhao went back to push the bicycle, the two of them came face to face. After the two men, one large and one small, looked at each other, they silently looked away, never admitting that they had just lost their minds.
Under the tacit agreement of both parties, the two of them seemed to have forgotten how silly they had been, and they were laughing and chatting as if nothing had happened.
It has to be said that compared to walking, cycling is much faster.
At least it took them less than 20 minutes to get to the hospital.
After arriving at the hospital, they put away their bicycles and, led by Uncle Zhao, went to the ward where Mrs. Sun was located.
Mrs. Sun, who was chatting with fellow patients in the same room, suddenly saw that Zhang Yu was still a little confused. After reacting, he became a little angry. He blew his beard and glared at Uncle Zhao: "Who told you to call Xiaoyu here? I didn't say don't tell him."
Him? It’s not a big deal for me. I’ll stay in the hospital for two days and then go back. There’s no need for him to worry about me.”
Uncle Zhao didn't feel much about Old Mrs. Sun's performance. Old kid, old kid, the older you get, the more like a child you are. He just said: "I didn't tell Xiaoyu, I don't know where Xiaoyu is."
If you hear it, just run over and ask me."
After listening to Uncle Zhao's explanation, Mrs. Sun, who felt that what he had just said was a little too much, felt a little guilty at that time, and opened his mouth to explain: "That's not what I meant, I didn't mean you, I just wanted to say that the fast-talking person,
To me, he is just talking about him. With so many people, it seems like he has a mouth."
The more Mr. Sun talks, the more he feels justified, and the more he talks, the more confident he becomes.
