"Grandma, let me help you."
Chen Zhengyu quickly stepped forward and took the dustpan from Grandma.
There were some light yellow oval-shaped seeds inside.
Chen Zhengyu was no stranger to pumpkin seeds. He had eaten a lot of them in his two lifetimes.
Nowadays, the villagers would usually plant some at home. They could stir-fry them as vegetables and fill their stomachs.
Especially when the bread was made purely from the sweet potato noodles, it was rough and hard. If pumpkin was added, it would have a sweet taste and taste much better.
Moreover, unlike the round pumpkins in the south, the ones in the north were mostly long and old, also known as hanging watermelons. Each of them weighed at least ten kilograms.
"Pumpkin seeds. Let me try them first."
Chen Zhengyu grabbed a handful and put it in his pocket.
"It's not delicious now. When it's dried, I'll stir-fry it for you.”
Grandma looked at Chen Zhengyu with a smile, but she did not stop him. Her face was full of love.
"It's fine. I'm just trying something new."
As Chen Zhengyu spoke, he placed the dustpan under the sun.
"Grandma Chen, I'm at home."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Chen Zhengyu turned his head and his eyes lit up.
He had seen the plot on television and recognized the other party's identity at a glance.
Widow Qin.
At this moment, she was wearing a blue work suit and standing under the sun. Her entire body seemed to be glowing.
She was born in 1933 and was 29 years old. It was the age when a woman was most attractive.
Even though Chen Zhengyu had always been picky, he could still give 90 points.
Especially her pair of watery eyes.
He wondered how she managed to maintain her plump figure in this era when everyone was starving.
"And you are?"
Grandma Chen sized up Qin Huiru without batting an eyelid.
"Grandma Chen, I'm the daughter-in-law of the Jia family in the middle court. My name is Qin Huairu. My mother-in-law has been catching a cold for the past two days and would like to borrow your medicine pot.”
Qin Huiru explained her intentions.
Although Grandma Chen and Chen Zhengyu had just arrived, everyone immediately knew if there was any movement in the courtyard.
Especially since Father Chen was a cadre. Although he never interfered with the matters in the courtyard, who could live here was not a shrewd person?
"Alright, let's have some water in the room first."
Grandma Chen agreed immediately.
For the older generation, it was a good thing that someone came to borrow a medicinal pot.
Because there was a saying that borrowing a pot of medicine would also take away the illness at home.
Moreover, the pot could only be borrowed, not returned.
Chen Weibin's mother was not in good health and often drank Chinese medicine, so she had a medicine pot at home.
Usually, when someone in the hospital was sick and needed to borrow a medicinal pot to boil medicine, the Chen family would be the first choice.
"It's not troublesome. I'll just stand here for a while.”Qin Huairu refused repeatedly.
After Grandma Chen turned around and entered the house, her gaze fell on Chen Zhengyu, who was staring at her.
"Are you the second son of the Chen family? I saw you last year when you came.”
Qin Huairu spoke in a natural and unrestrained manner, and she had a perfect grasp of the distance between them.
On the contrary, Chen Zhengyu, who had lived for more than 30 years in his previous life, was far from being as calm as the other party.
"Hello, my name is Chen Zhengyu."
After saying that, Chen Zhengyu ignored Qin Huairu's stunned expression and left.
Vaguely, he seemed to smell a milky fragrance, which made him feel a little dizzy.
"I wonder if her husband is dead now.”
Chen Zhengyu silently thought to himself. Although he had seen the original plot, the TV series started in 1965, which was three years later.
She was not sure about her family's current situation.
He had been cooped up at home for the past few days to recuperate. Coupled with the fact that he had just been reborn, he was at a loss. He really could not bring up his surname.
But now, with the game farm, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.
It was said that Widow Qin sucked blood, but in fact, she could suck more than just blood.
"Chen Zhengyu?"
Qin Huairu really wanted to call out to him, but she opened her mouth but didn't speak.
Moreover, she felt that the other party was strange.
However…
Thinking of the Chen family's situation, she couldn't help but have a thought.
After leaving the courtyard, the noise outside made Chen Zhengyu a little absent-minded.
Although everyone was poor in this era and did not have enough to eat or wear warm clothes, their spirit was far from what the future generations could compare to.
There was no Lowering Head Clan here, and everyone was not wearing a mask. They were all cold and indifferent.
On the road, even if no one knew each other, the passing crowd would still nod at each other from time to time and share their smiles generously.
In the beginning, Chen Zhengyu was still not used to someone smiling at him. He twitched the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a stiff smile.
But slowly, he began to adapt.
From a bystander, he gradually blended into the crowd.
At this point, he felt that he had truly come to life, truly integrated into this era, and become a part of this world.
It was a kind of satisfaction that came from the bottom of his heart.
"Hello, 1962! My name is…Chen Zhengyu."
On the street, Chen Zhengyu muttered in his heart.
After strolling around and storing another 0.1 points of energy, Chen Zhengyu reluctantly returned home.
He had neither money nor tickets in his pocket. Even if he wanted to be carefree, he couldn't.
Grandma was sitting on a stool under the eaves, collecting the soles of her shoes.
Stepmother Zhang Xiuzhen was helping her sister-in-law Yang Fangfang prepare lunch.
Chen Weibin and Chen Xueru brought lunch with them and ate at school.
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