They were lucky enough not to encounter a train. After crossing the railway, the gravel road turned into a concrete road and there was not much dust.
After more than ten years of development, the living area has become quite large. The closer to the industrial area, the more bungalows there are. Going west, there are more three- or four-story tube-shaped buildings.
Each family quarter has its own small businesses, including supply and marketing cooperatives, grain and oil stores, tailor shops, etc., as well as large vegetable markets and free trade markets funded by the government.
There were even quite a few foreign goods stores, because there were often foreign ships coming to the dock, bringing some strange and exotic foreign gadgets, and some free young people started doing business in this area.
After riding for another ten minutes, they saw an iron arched porch with the words "Free Trade Market" written on it. The two smiled at each other and got off the bike.
The so-called free trade market is a collection of scattered stalls. The variety of goods here is more numerous and complete than that in the supply and marketing cooperatives. No receipts are required and you can buy them with money.
Jian Xia picked out a hairpin for her mother, while Jian Xiaoxing picked out a fashionable sun hat. After working for a month, although he was still an intern, he was paid 22 yuan. It felt great to spend his own money.
Just as they were about to leave after shopping, Jian Xiaoxing caught a glimpse of a salt-wrapped belt. His uncle had been complaining of back pain recently, so he could buy it and use it as a hot compress.
The sellers were very enthusiastic, which was completely different from the cold service attitude of the supply and marketing cooperative. The two of them could be said to have returned with a lot of goods.
Jian Baoguo lives in a bungalow that is more than 20 years old. The roof has not been repaired for a long time and has grown foxtail grass.
The yard is not big and is full of miscellaneous items.
After Jian Xia parked her bicycle in the yard, she hurried to the toilet. Maybe it was because her period came suddenly, and she was a little caught off guard.
Jian Xiaoxing went to the kitchen to find his aunt Wang Xiaoqin.
"Aunt, how can I help you?"
Wang Xiaoqin has short hair that reaches her ears and looks like a middle-aged woman. At this moment, she is wearing an apron and kneading dough on the stove.
Turning around and seeing Jian Xiaoxing, he said gently, "Xiaoxing, you're back. You're sensible enough to know that your aunt is busy today. Why don't you pick those leeks over there?"
Jian Xiaoxing obediently found a small stool and sat at the dining table to pick leeks.
The two began to chat casually.
Actually, Wang Xiaoqin was very nice to the original owner, but because the original owner felt a bit like a dependent, she couldn't get very close to her aunt.
Wang Xiaoqin also knew her temperament, which was gentle and delicate, and had never said a harsh word to her.
After a while, Jian Xia came over wearing a new pair of pants.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, the already cramped space seemed even smaller.
As she carelessly moved the chair, she asked Wang Xiaoqin:
"Where's my dad? Isn't he taking a day off today?"
"Didn't he take in a new apprentice? He went over to give him some instructions and will be back soon." Wang Xiaoqin said without even turning her head.
"Mom, what else are we going to do today besides making dumplings? We have to have braised pork, right? You have to make it a grand occasion for your 50th birthday."
"You only know how to eat. Look at how fat you are. Which in-laws would want a daughter-in-law like you? You'll definitely bankrupt the family!"
After all, they are mother and daughter, so they chat more casually.
After Wang Xiaoqin finished kneading the dough, she placed it in an enamel basin and covered it with a lid to let it rest.
Then I divided the pork belly that I weighed in the morning into two parts, used half to make braised pork and the other half to chop into stuffing.
Although my family is a wage earner, they have never been short of food.
Wang Xiaoqin is also a good cook. She can easily make all kinds of noodles, including handmade noodles, buns, dumplings, etc.
After a while, the sound of chopping meat came from the kitchen.
To Jian Xiaoxing, this was simply the most beautiful symphony, reminding her of her mother.
Her parents divorced when she was young, and she lived with her mother. Although her mother, Jian Huimin, was a successful businesswoman, she never treated her badly when it came to food.
Especially the mushroom and pork dumplings made by my mother, the delicious taste remains in my mouth even now.
Before they traveled through the book, they were driving on the highway. Because her mother forced her to go on a blind date, they had a fierce argument and then accidentally got into a car accident.
I don't know how my mother is doing. Is she still alive?
How Jian Xiaoxing wished that her mother was still alive and well, just like her.
"Xia Xia, why hasn't your brother come back yet? Has he informed you?" Wang Xiaoqin's words instantly brought Jian Xiaoxing back to his senses.
There was no phone at home, so they couldn't tell their family directly if anything happened. However, there was a phone at the factory, so the two siblings would often call to check on the situation. Jianyang had been busy at the steel factory these days and hadn't been home. Wang Xiaoqin was worried that he had forgotten that it was her birthday.
Jian Xia slapped her forehead and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, my brother said he wouldn't be back until around noon, and he's bringing a friend with him."
"You kid, you didn't tell me earlier that guests were coming. You should have kneaded more dough." Wang Xiaoqin gave Jian Xia a complaining look.
Jian Xia stuck out her tongue: "I forgot that!"
Jian Xiaoxing was puzzled. He had never seen his cousin Jian Yang bring a friend home before. Could it be his girlfriend?
Jian Yang is almost thirty years old and still single. His family is hoping that one day he will suddenly bring home a beautiful girlfriend.
He is busy with his career and is now the director of the refining workshop of Haifeng Steel Plant. Many women come to him to propose marriage, but none of them catches his eye.
Three women put on a drama, and everyone had smiles on their faces, wondering what kind of person Jian Yang brought back?
Soon, Jian Baoguo came back with his hands behind his back, looking a little shaky.
His walking posture was rather strange, and one side of his waist seemed to be clamped by an iron plate, making him look particularly stiff. This was probably an occupational disease left over from working as a rickshaw driver for many years.
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