Transmigrating to the 60s to Nibble on Tender Grass

Wenwen transmigrated to the 1960s to save someone. Others who transmigrate either have a system or a spatial golden finger. She, however, starts her transmigration almost being assaulted by hooliga...

Chapter 3 Returning Home

Wenwen stayed in the hospital for a few days. Her fourth brother Wenxiao stayed with her all day, and her parents came to the hospital to accompany her after get off work. Although Wenwen was not the original owner, she felt the love from her parents and brothers, which made her feel warm as her parents died early and she had no brothers or sisters.

"Mom and Dad, I want to be discharged from the hospital. I don't like staying in the hospital." The discomfort of staying in the hospital was secondary. The main reason was that I didn't want my parents to be too tired to run back and forth.

Wenwen has figured it out these days. Since God has sent her here, there must be a purpose for it. Perhaps it is to compensate for the lack of family warmth she has.

So she came to the Wen family. If she hadn't come, the original owner would have died, and died in humiliation. How could the Wen family withstand such a blow? Fourth brother Wen Xiao alone would have killed all the Lai family members.

But she felt that this was too easy for the Lai family, and it was not worth it to sacrifice the Wen family for such a person. Now that she was here, she would avenge the original owner in another way.

She promised the original owner that she would protect her family, and from now on she would love her family well on behalf of the original owner.

"You haven't recovered yet. We will feel at ease if you stay for a few more days." Wen's mother, Chen Yuelian, touched her daughter's face, which finally had some color.

Wenwen looked at her gentle and beautiful mother and said, "I'm fine now. I don't feel dizzy anymore. It's just a bump. I'll be fine after a few days at home."

That day, she fell to the ground and got a big bump on her head. The skin wasn't broken, and an X-ray showed no intracranial hemorrhage, just a concussion. It scared the hell out of her family, especially since she has amnesia now.

"No, little sister, you have to be obedient and stay a few more days. We will listen to the doctor." Fourth brother Wen Xiao and father Wen Zhongxiang also disagreed with her being discharged from the hospital.

"The hospital smells of medicine, which makes me uncomfortable. I can't sleep well at night here. Besides, maybe going home and being in a familiar environment will help me recover my memory." Wenwen argued.

"This..." The Wen family members thought it made sense, but they were still worried.

"Why not ask the doctor?" Wenwen suggested.

"Okay, I'll go ask the doctor." Wen's father, Wen Zhongxiang, walked out of the ward to find a doctor.

Soon the doctor came to the ward: "Little girl, do you want to go home?" The doctor was a kind and handsome uncle.

"Well, I feel much better. I don't feel dizzy or have any pain in my head anymore." In fact, she still felt a little dizzy and had a little pain, but she felt that it was not a big problem as long as she could bear it.

The doctor pressed on her head and she couldn't help but hiss.

"It still hurts a little," the doctor teased.

"It's just a little bit! I think it won't be a big problem if I can bear it." Wenwen said stubbornly.

"Another disobedient patient. Your situation is different from others. Your brain nerves were damaged by drugs, and you suffered a serious injury from the fall. I'm afraid there will be other sequelae besides amnesia. But a familiar environment is indeed conducive to recovery. Let's do this, take another X-ray to make sure you're okay, and then go home to recuperate." Since there was no major external injury, it was indeed better to go home to recuperate.

The doctor told me some things to pay attention to in daily life and then left.

The results of the film were undoubtedly good, and it was almost noon when the discharge procedures were completed.

The Wen family members walked to the hospital gate, and at that moment a middle-aged man entered the hospital.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly when he saw the Wen family.

Wen Xiao pouted at the man, "What a jerk! We haven't even settled accounts with him yet, and he's already giving us the cold shoulder."

Wenwen didn't recognize him, "Fourth brother, who is that person?"

"Lai Qiang, Lai Youcai's father." Wen Xiao said, it was really bad luck, let Lai Youcai's leg be healed first, and then break it after it is healed.

Wenwen and her daughter walked in front, while Wen's father and son, each holding a snakeskin bag, walked behind.

"It's almost noon. Should we eat something outside before going home?" Wen's mother Chen Yuelian asked them.

Wenwen looked at the streets of Beijing in the 1960s. There were no skyscrapers like in later generations, and the streets were now filled with gray storefronts. Today was Sunday, so many people on the streets were carrying baskets to buy daily necessities.

In front of a store, which should be a supply and marketing cooperative, people were queuing in a long line.

These people have thin and yellow faces, which is caused by long-term malnutrition. Many of them are wearing patched clothes, but the clothes are clean and tidy.

The 1960s was a time full of ups and downs and difficulties. Although people faced the difficulties of lack of food and clothing, their spirits were full and hopeful, and there was a gleam in their eyes.

No wonder grandpa and elders often scold the young people of later generations, saying that they lack passionate souls because their lives are good.

The state-owned restaurant was small, with a faded sign hanging outside. It served mainly home-style dishes. The wooden menu, with its blurred writing, listed the dishes that required grain and meat coupons.

Entering the store, a few worn tables and chairs were neatly arranged, the waiters were serving the customers indifferently, and the aroma of food came from the kitchen.

In this era, meat coupons were a scarce resource, and eating meat became a luxury. Whenever a customer ordered a dish with meat, the waiter would carefully check the meat coupons.

Wenwen's family looked for a suitable place to sit down. Wen's father, Wen Zhongxiang, skillfully ordered the dishes, and soon, the delicious dishes were served one after another.

The first thing served was a bowl of steaming fish soup, which was milky white and exuded a rich fish aroma.

Next up is the delicious braised pork, which is bright red and exudes a rich aroma. Every bite is filled with a mellow flavor, and paired with steamed buns or rice, it whets your appetite.

To be honest, the chefs in state-owned restaurants are really good at cooking, and Wenwen felt like she was too full.

After eating and drinking, the few of them took the bus back to the machinery factory's staff quarters. Today was Sunday and both adults and children had a day off, so the staff quarters were really bustling.

When the family reached the corner, they saw five or six aunts and sisters talking about something and laughing.

One of the older women with the triangular eyes shouted, "You raised such a shameful daughter! If I had given birth to her, I would have thrown her into the cesspool and drowned her. What a vixen."

The aunt opposite her saw the Wen family and awkwardly winked at the aunt who was talking excitedly, but the aunt didn't receive the signal from her companions at all.

The aunt had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Director Wen, your family is back!"

The others also said hello hurriedly and left in a hurry.

Only the triangular-eyed aunt was left there, smiling awkwardly.

Wen Zhongxiang snorted, "Li Dazui, who are you talking about?"

Li Dazui sneered, "I, I'm talking about the people outside the courtyard."

Wen Zhongxiang glared at her and said, "You like gossiping so much. How about I report it to the neighborhood office and let you go and talk as much as you want?"

Li Dazui quickly waved his hand, "Director Wen, the water is boiling at home, I'll go help myself first."

After a lot of effort, I arrived at the gate of my own yard. Wen's father, Wen Zhongxiang, was the director of a machinery factory and had his own independent courtyard. Ordinary employees lived in those small, inconvenient tube-shaped buildings, and they had to share toilets and kitchens.

Wenwen looked around the courtyard. It was about 20 to 30 square meters. There were two small rooms facing south, which looked like a toilet and a utility room. What she didn't expect was that there was running water pipes installed. Now she could use tap water. It really was a big city.