Chapter 10 Aunt


Chapter 10 Auntie

“Auntie, Auntie?” Zhou Zhi tried to shout twice.

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

Zhou Zhi turned around and saw the thin and thin figure: "Auntie."
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"Zhou Zhi is here." The fat aunt said with a smile: "I heard that your aunt said that you were hospitalized for surgery. Does this mean you are discharged from the hospital?"

"It's okay." Zhou Zhi said with a smile: "I won't come out now Let me tell my aunt that she is safe first."

"That's right," Liu Ming said with a smile. You don’t know what I’ve been through in the past few days, my ears are buzzing with words! Hahaha, it’s 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 name and stop calling it that way in the future?"

Auntie sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Looking at Zhou Zhi, who was sitting on the white willow chair, he said, "I heard your mother said she was hospitalized. I was so frightened that I went to see him in the next two days.”

“Where is my cousin?”

“I don’t know where he is. .”

“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 a spinning mill in the county, and this was how my father grew 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 soon 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 are many younger people in the waterworks, so this cousin just found his own place and hung out all day long. Since joining the waterworks, he has never come back to live.

Lao Zhou’s family is different from my mother’s big family in 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 I got to her, my father was also a single man.

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

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

When talking about this aunt, he gritted his teeth: "This is all your fault, if it weren't for him, you should have a younger brother!"

Zhou Zhi said: "Give me the crutches for my uncle. It’s done, and I said I’d deliver it to him in two days. Let’s go.”

“This wretched old guy!” The aunt said angrily: “Let him die in Manzhou!”

Zhou Zhi couldn’t help but smile. It's the feud between the older generation and old people.

The "unlucky old guy" that the aunt talked about was actually a big shot in the Su family, the old secretary of Jiachuan County - Su Xiubang.

When Su Xiubang was 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 the 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, as well as Below Majie Town, Rongshan Town, which is ten miles downstream of the Yangtze River, 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 the time, to be established in Jiachuan.

The boosting effect brought by the chemical plant to Rongshan Town and Jiachuan County was immediate in that era.

The 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 plant.

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 errands, the first thing to do is to drive the county jeep directly to the pig farm and inspect it first.

At that time, Shuchuan 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 Jiachuan County Guest House could afford to host a lavish meat banquet!

But Yaojiu 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 spine, so he gave his mother and father a job 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 high-ranking official in Manzhou City, in my aunt's words, he is still "that old bastard"!

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 glory, it will suffer even more from him!"
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After saying that, he quickly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about him anymore. Recently, we have had a Pickled mustard? Why does it smell like pickled mustard?”

“Heirloom’s nose is really good, so I helped Aunt Liu make seven or eight kilograms of it.”

My aunt’s skill in cooking can be said to be excellent. Jia Chuan is a must, Zhou Zhi has never had such delicious side dishes since his 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, as long as Auntie's kimchi jar opened, and the fragrance filled 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!

Looking at the name Auntie is called by the people around her, you can tell how difficult it was for the old Zhou family to have a small population.

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

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

“How can that be done? It makes people laugh.”

“Auntie, have you considered it? Are you going to open a small stall and just sell sugar-garlic red wine? Tofu or something." Zhou Zhi continued to induce: "I don't think any of the stalls in Zhangjiagou market can compare with yours, but they also make a lot of money!"

"If you think it's okay, I'll do it. Go talk to dad.”

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

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

But in my aunt’s heart, 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 "trafficking servants in order to find a winner day and night" describes the city. Small businessmen.

The last two words are made up, which means running around to make a living and never returning home with food. He also asked Zhou Zhi who said this.

Zhou Zhi felt funny in his heart. His ancestors sold glutinous rice balls and dan dan noodles and died of starvation. When he was a child, Zhou Zhi asked his father this question. If you don’t have anything to eat, you can eat the glutinous rice balls and dan dan noodles at home. Why are you starving? What about dead?

Speaking of which, the old Zhou family is the standard "trafficking for food"!

But while it’s funny, I’m 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 older generation are deeply ingrained, and Zhou Zhi cannot change them, so they have no choice but to chat for a few more words and then leave.

When I got home, my father was watching the "County News Broadcast" 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 that the natural gas company must provide residents with daily use during the Spring Festival. Qi, let the whole county live Citizens, 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 face, stylishly dressed, with a different look and demeanor. A pretty lady who stands out from the crowd.

That is 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 for a day or two. "Zhou Zhi said: "When does the monk go home and make arrangements?"

"You still have wounds. ."

"Isn't this the crutch for uncle Yao?" Zhou Zhi said with a smile: "I want to send it to him before the festival."

"Can I find someone to take it with me? Come on?" Mom said, and then threatened Zhou Zhi: "Also, tell your family first if you do this next time, or 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 and 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 at the side.

“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 stares Looking at the TV, he said: "When your uncle was working in Jiachuan, he walked a lot of the time in the countryside, and 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. He will just beat you."

"In a few years, when he can use his remaining energy as a researcher, he will be able to use it. That's 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 held the needle in her hand. Poke him.

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

But my mother was sewing freely, as if nothing had happened: "Just in time, by the way, I will send the account book to your sixth sister."

(End of this chapter)

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