The neighbors were curious about the oil press, but they had already seen the peanut oil press, and it was getting late, so they couldn't stay at the Zhou family's house any longer.
Everyone gradually went home, some preparing dinner, others going about their business.
Of course, not everyone left. Some grown men, taking advantage of the fact that they didn't have to cook, stayed at the Zhou family's house to wait for the soybean oil to be rendered.
Xu Huixue and Zhou Cunzhi ignored everyone else, tied the peanut oil can with a rope, and pushed their bicycles out to go to the Xu family's house.
The Zhou family only has one bicycle, which Zhou Qingyun and his son usually use to go to work.
The father and son both worked at a machinery factory and went to and from get off work together, so they happened to ride bicycles.
Now, Zhou Cunzhi usually rides the bike while Zhou Qingyun sits on the back and is driven to work by his son.
He wasn't embarrassed at all. Isn't it normal for his son to do things for him when needed?
As for the enjoyment he gets from riding a bicycle, he doesn't care much about it.
In his previous life, he had even driven a car, so he wasn't as enthusiastic about bicycles as people of this era.
Zhou Cunzong's workplace was right at the end of Guangming Street, and it wouldn't take long to walk there, so there was no need for a bicycle.
Zhou Min's school is a bit far away, but the bus passes by the intersection of Guangming Road every day and also goes past her school.
So she doesn't need a bicycle.
However, Chen Suwen watched her son and daughter-in-law put their things on the bicycle, take Zhou Xian and Zhou Mei with them, and then leave home, lost in thought.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Qingyun asked, puzzled as she stared at the bicycle.
Others might think she was unhappy because her daughter-in-law brought so many things back to her parents' home, but Zhou Qingyun knew she wasn't unhappy at all.
I was just curious why she was staring at the backs of the eldest son's family.
"There aren't enough bicycles, and I want a women's bicycle." Chen Suwen felt a pang of heartache as she thought about transportation in this era.
Although she didn't own a car in her previous life, she had a tricycle (for setting up a stall), an electric scooter (for daily travel), and occasionally took the bus.
The buses more than 50 years later are much better than they are now, and the road conditions are much smoother, so she won't get carsick at all.
Moreover, there were many buses back then, and you could take a bus to go anywhere, even to places that were a bit far away.
Anyway, the traffic situation is very good more than 50 years later, so she has no trouble traveling at all.
But now she can't go anywhere except wander around the neighborhood.
If she goes to a place a little further away, she has to take a bus that makes her uncomfortable and prone to motion sickness.
There aren't many bus services, and you might miss one if you're not careful. It's one thing if you don't catch a bus when you go out, but it would be terrible if you couldn't catch one when you come back.
Chen Suwen thought that if she had a bicycle, she could go to places a little further away.
She doesn't really like these old-fashioned bicycles, mainly because the seats are too high; she might not be able to put her legs down to support the weight of the bicycle when she sits on them.
"Make me a bicycle," Chen Suwen said, looking up at her husband.
He's so capable, he should be able to make her a bicycle too, right?
The author is not from Guangdong, but from neighboring Hainan, so sometimes the writing isn't entirely authentic. Please don't mind!
This book is purely a mindless, lighthearted read; if you take it seriously, you'll lose. Remember that!
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