Raising Babies in the 70s - Chapter 113

When a small green seedling appeared in the yard, Me. Zhang ignored it thinking that he would never serve the pile of unfortunate things again.

“Whoever likes to care about plants, could serve them. Anyway, I would definitely die in the middle, but it would definitely not bloom. The ghosts will take care of you. Bah, out of sight will be better.”

Mr. Zhang ignored this group of unlucky things, Huang Xinying saw these small seedlings, and thought they were weeds or something else. Mr. Zhang threw too many seeds, and it was temporarily unclear what seedlings were emerging.

Huang Xinying sometimes watered them, and the couple didn’t manage them very much.

Who knew that day by day, these little young plants grew thicker and denser. After entering May, countless flowers bloomed. Mr. Zhang planted all kinds of seeds in a mess, and these flowers also bloomed colourfully. Watching from a distance, the flowers were splendidly beautiful.

Many people stopped to watch and praised, “The flowers you planted are really beautiful.”

Huang Xinying said calmly, “I planted them.”

After all, she poured the water.

Outsiders would resolutely praise when they heard it, “Lao Zhang is so lucky! The yard that your wife takes care of is beautiful!!”

At that time, Lao Zhang’s face fell, “Listen, my wife is saying nonsense. I took care of this yard!!”

“I worked so hard to plant it, look at the hoe, I personally turned the ground, I fertilized it myself…”

Outsiders: “…” 

Lao Zhang and his wife had a fierce dispute over issue of “who actually organized the yard”, and finally the domineering Lao Zhang announced to the outside world: ——This Is what I planted!

“He did it!!”

Huang Xinying was too lazy to argue with him. Who arranged the yard? After all, a beautiful yard was more pleasing to the eye. Now their yard was much more beautiful than before.

Zhang Chengbei rubbed his hands, and was eager to copy homework, “Let’s get a thatched hut like the one next door, and sit in the yard to enjoy the flowers.”

Huang Xinying said, “Don’t you dislike people  who live an old lifestyle?”

“You are not motivated. We will build a good thatched cottage to keep up with our peers.”

“Haha, you slowly do that.”

Zhang Chengbei resolutely found a few local people to build a thatched umbrella in the yard of his home, set up tables, chairs and benches, and let his wife make tea. Then he picked two flowers and placed them in the bamboo tube happily like an immortal.

Enjoying the sea breeze and drinking hot tea, Zhang Chengbei inspected the land that he had conquered.

This was life, this was living!

He warned his son Zhang Yichao, “Don’t pick my flowers.”

“Don’t bring anyone to pick my flowers!”

 “If you pick one flower, you would be fined for copying a page of difficult characters!”

“Brat, don’t come to his yard.”

That yard was his heart treasure.

Zhang Yichao: “…”

Huang Xinying sat in the yard enjoying the sea breeze, and brewed a pot of Phoenix Dancong tea which her little tea neighbor gave her. Only when the light tea entered her mouth, she suddenly felt her happiness.

The husband and wife sang like a serf who turned over. The family got sweet, and they even asked someone to go to Guangcheng to buy a camera and took a lot of photos in the yard.

As long as Zhang Chengbei was at home, he would stay in the yard and preach to every passerby that it was the yard that he worked so hard on.

Zhang Chengbei raised the brim of his hat, looked at the gradually desolate and cluttered yard next door, and tutted a few times.

Now he wanted to talk to Xiao Lu next door, and he wanted to send flowers to his wife in front of Xiao Lu.

“Lu Yan! Xiao Lu! Lu Yan!”

“Hey, Chief Lu!”

…

The chief of the unlucky family, Xiao Lu, ignored him. His wife was seven months pregnant. Now he only cared about her. He was always beside his wife, and even if he occasionally returned to the colony early, and his wife was still at work, he would go to the other unit to pick her up from work.

The flowers in Zhang Chengbei’s hand withered.

Zhang Chengbei: “…”

It was really boring.

Forget it, the loving couple were still focussing on the prenatal education in the yard. Xiao Qin asked the father to interact with the baby in her womb. She told Lu Yan to talk to the child through her belly, and sing to the child… Of course, because the little army officer sang seriously out of tune, the job of singing for the children fell on Xiao Qin, who came out of the art troupe.

But Chief Lu had a skill, he could play the violin.

Although it was not good, at least he could pull and make a tune.

At that time, many children of other families were learning the violin, accordion, etc., especially the children of cadres and workers, because there were many publicity and literary organisations at this time, and after learning such a skill, it was easier to eat iron rice bowls ( get a government job) in one step.

The Lu family did not have any artistic cells. The young Chief Lu was the family’s only hope. Of course, in the end, the only hope was also dashed.

Although the hope was dashed, the skills were still there, and it was not a problem to pull some simple nursery rhymes.

But…

Qin Rou: “…” It’s really bad!