Accidentally born in the ’60s

    Li Muwu didn't notice Zhang Chunhua's expression was different, and greeted warmly: "Brother and sister, take the children to sit on the bullock cart, our family is far away, you can't go that far."

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

    Li Muwu was a little unclear, so looking at the three mother and son, Li Mulin hurriedly smiled and said, "After riding the train for several days, my legs are stiff, it's okay 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. One trip."

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

    Li Mulin hurriedly laughed: "Trouble Old 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 smelled it, then took off his hat and clipped the cigarette to 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 at home.

    Li Mulin didn't have any impression of eldest brother, since he was sensible, he knew that eldest 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 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.

    He glanced sideways at the second brother who clearly saw the old and the third brother who was estranged from him, and thought of the grey-haired old lady at home, Li Mulin was a little annoyed and regretted, why should he take time out after all these years A trip home.

    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 am tired."

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

    But the four old men in front were chatting and no one heard Zhang Chunhua's voice calling people. 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, 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 too tired to squat on the ground and could not get up. He hurried over to pick up Mingxin and glanced at Zhang Chunhua complainingly: "Let my son ride an ox cart. You are not willing, if you are tired and have a fever, I will see how you handle it, seeing a doctor here is not as convenient as in Bingcheng."

    Zhang Chunhua was horrified when she heard this, and quickly said, "Sit down, I'll take my son in the car, we won't leave." Li Mulin didn't say anything, only silently carried his two sons to the cow The car helped Zhang Chunhua up again. 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. It's also white hypocritical for a long time.

    "Mother, we're back!" The carriage walked slowly for about an hour and finally arrived at the door.

    "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, turned around and saw the old lady who was bent over and leaning on a stick. Tears came down immediately, and she put her son aside and ran in: "Mother!"

    "You still know how to come back?" Madam Li raised her crutches and hit Li Mulin a few times with red eyes: "You forgot your book, do you still have this old lady in your heart? ?"

    "Yes! Yes! Yes!" After a few hits, Li Mulin suddenly 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 to his son: "Mingshu, Mingxin, come and call grandma."

     Standing not far away, Ming Shu and Ming Xin looked at Mrs. Li's crutches in horror, and at the bright smile after their father was beaten. A small two quickly put on cute smiles on their white and tender faces: "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 hand, with a smile that was even uglier than crying: "Hungry!"

      The son and the daughter-in-law whom they met for the first time: "You two didn't eat, right? 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 really didn't expect that her mother-in-law would send herself away with a bowl of corn mush.

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    After staying on the fire for a few days, the Li Mulin 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 think carefully After resting, I felt a nest and bit down.

    Osmanthus swiftly boiled the noodles, and also scooped a spoonful of pheasant soup stewed by Wang Sufen, and filled it with a few pieces of chicken. Ming Shu and Ming Xin stood by the kitchen and stared at each other with their eyes straight and gulping.

      Stewed meat is fragrant."

    Ming Xin swallowed his saliva, he looked back at Zhang Chunhua, who was eating and drinking, and couldn't help asking: "Mom, didn't you say that the milk family is poor? I looked at the milk family. Much better than what we eat!"

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