The doctor Zhao mentioned by grandma is Zhao Shanwen, the father of my mother’s best friend Zhao Baihe and Madam Zhao, a well-known doctor in the county.

Zhao Baihe’s husband, Zhang Qingping, is also his father’s neighbor, childhood classmate, and fellow educated youth.

The ancestors of the Zhang and Zhou families both lived in a place called Zaolingqiao on the outskirts of the county. They were neighbors separated by a wooden wall, a relationship that lasted for three generations.

When Zhang Qingping was still a doctor at the cement factory, he and his mother were colleagues. Her mother thought that this buddy of her father was quite nice, so she introduced her best friend to him.

With such a profound friendship, when my mother went to see the old lady doctor, Dr. Zhao was particularly dedicated.

In the end, my grandmother was able to move from being paralyzed in bed to walking, and she was able to basically take care of herself. It must be said that it was a medical miracle at that time.

Grandma sat back on the chair, her eyes still unable to leave Zhou Zhi: "My dear grandson has lost weight."

"That's because I need to lose weight." My mother said angrily: "Now I can breathe freely. The doctor said that I can start eating liquid food. Don't worry, I'll definitely send you back to your parents in a few days."

"Is that Director Xinhua okay? How come after three or four days of watching, my dear grandson can't walk?" Grandma was still worried and emphasized for the second time: "We still need to see Dr. Zhao to have a look."

Zhou Zhi just wiped away his tears, and now he couldn't help but want to laugh.

In Grandma's mind, Mrs. Zhao said she was a demigod with human flesh and white bones. I don't know how depressed I would be if Uncle Xinhua heard this.

But laughing would tear the wound, so Zhou Zhi had to hold the right side of his lower abdomen with one hand and quickly interrupted: "Have you finished eating the kimchi at home again?"

The balcony sandwiched out is a long passage, and next to the balcony is the old brick wall of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China next door.

Grandma was so honest and polite that she made some small holes in the gaps between cement bricks, drove in wooden nails, and pulled on ropes.

Now there are many half-wilted seed ginger hanging on those ropes.

The Jiachuan area is very hot and summer is difficult. Generally, every household will have soaked rice or noodles in the morning, dry meal at noon, meat with garlic paste and white meat as the main dish, and porridge in the evening.

The porridge was cooked together with the dry rice at noon. When it was cold by dinner time, the porridge was cooled, some cold water spinach, pickles, and some braised meat if you wanted. This was the main way of life of the Jiachuan people during this period.

People of all ages consume kimchi in one summer, but my mother did not learn my grandma’s kimchi-making skills, but my father and Zhou Zhi did.

Later, my father was too busy, so these became matters between Zhou Zhi and my grandmother.

Putting cabbage, cucumbers, etc. directly into the pickle jar will cause flowers to bloom, so scoop out the salt water and soak them separately.

Grandma is very particular about this, so every year she has to prepare kimchi brine in advance. The main thing is to add chili pepper and ginger to the old brine, and then fill it up.

There are also things that can withstand soaking, such as cowpeas, sword beans, and radishes. You can also soak them first, take them out and stir-fry water spinach sticks, stew duck with sour radish, or mix them with some fried chili and eat them directly. They are all very delicious.

It is said that Douban is the soul of Sichuan cuisine, but Zhou Zhi actually thinks that soaking ginger and pepper is the best way to make it.

"Tingting helped us take it back. It's time to put it down." Grandma said.

Guan Tingting is the daughter of Guan Dabin, secretary of the sugar and wine company. Her mother is a Qingyi performer in the Sichuan Opera Troupe. The little girl has been petite since she was a child and is three grades younger than Zhou Zhi.

Zhou Zhi remembers that when she was in the sixth grade of elementary school, she was dragged by Guan Tingting, who was in the third grade, to threaten her male classmates who bullied her.

Has this girl ever helped with this?

"Well, thank her some other time."

Zhou Zhi dragged a stool and slowly sat down in the sun next to the wall: "Grandma is in pretty good health, huh?"

Mom put the water bottle and basin under the cement cabinet in the kitchen. When she heard Zhou Zhi's words, she felt awkward asking: "What are you talking about? It feels like I haven't seen you for half a year."

Not just half a year, but many years.

Zhou Zhi complained secretly in his heart, but felt very satisfied.

He took grandma's wrinkled hand and said, "Third sister has returned to her hometown. Grandma, I will spend the winter vacation with you. You teach me what you want to eat and I will cook it for you."

My mother was a little frightened: "We can't do it like the last time we had Shaobai. Your appendicitis this time might be related to that time when you had Shaobai."

Shao Bai is a classic in Sichuan cuisine. It is similar to braised pork with pickled vegetables, but it uses bean sprouts produced in Yizhou.

Grandma has bad teeth and wears dentures in her mouth. She likes to eat soft and chewy food.

That time, the family cut two kilograms of meat, and Zhou Zhi, under the command of her grandmother, steamed a large pot of meat and cooked it until it was white.

After it was cooked, his parents had dinner, so he, his third sister, his grandmother and his grandson all ate the two kilograms of cooked meat in one meal.

When my mother came back and saw the two pieces of meat and bean sprouts left in the basin, she couldn't help but be shocked: "Did you finish the whole meal?"

In fact, Zhou Zhi only came second in that meal, the third sister was third, and grandma was first.

Zhou Zhi couldn't help but feel depressed: "That was all a month ago. Even if there are sequelae, it won't last this long."

"Besides, grandma ate more than me that time, no..."

Before he could finish his words, his mother suddenly interrupted him with a shudder.

That afternoon, Zhou Zhi's classmates and best friends came over.

My mother went to work, and she was injured and disabled at home, making it difficult for her to move around. Finally, Zhou Zhi simply opened the balcony door and the main door so that visitors could enter the living room directly.

There are boys and there are girls.

The county is so big, and most of them are classmates of the same age since elementary school.

During the holidays, everyone was playing in the street. As we strolled around, the small group turned into a large group. Zhou Zhi’s surgery was considered news among the classmates. Everyone came to see it, and most of them found it novel and interesting.

Zhou Zhi handled several calls in one afternoon.

When boys and girls reach junior high school, they will also have ambiguous feelings for each other. Zhou Zhi's best friends in the city add up to two vague couples and three "singles".

However, the remaining two have their own "periphery", and Zhou Zhi is a purebred.

There is also a nice name - light bulb.

The classmates I have good friends with in junior high school are usually those who used to sit at the same table, and then go to and from school on the same road, and we can meet up and go home.

Zhou Zhi's best friend is the best student in the same class in junior high school. In high school, everyone is divided into different classes, but they will go together when they go to school, wait for each other after school, and go home together.

We often get together during holidays, mainly at Zhou Zhi’s house, where there are lots of delicious food and we don’t have to worry about our parents’ attitude;

There is also Fang Wenyu's house. Fang Wenyu's father is the deputy minister of the Ministry of Armed Forces. The house has a sight calibration mirror, a bayonet, a military telescope, anti-aircraft machine gun cartridges, compressed biscuits and military books for militiamen.

There is also a training ground in the courtyard of the Armed Forces Ministry, as well as equipment such as barbells, stone locks, and horizontal and parallel bars.

There are more fun things.

Fang Wenyu also had the key to an empty warehouse of the Armed Forces in her hand. Fang's mother had a strict upbringing and would follow a girl into the house like a thief, so everyone gathered more often in the empty warehouse.

Fang Wenyu, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, was the school idol of Zhou Zhi's class. Not only was he good at studies, but he was also good at sports. Every morning at 6:30, his father would wake him up and run to the playground to practice equipment.

Even if he studies well, he is still handsome; even if he is handsome, he still has a body full of tendons; even if he is a body full of tendons, he still wears his father's military uniform!

The first one is fine, but the last one is simply unreasonable!

With the blessing of military uniforms, handsome guys become even more handsome. Many girls in the grade have a crush on Fang Wenyu.

This kid has an inherited military temperament. He has been the squad leader and a member of the school team committee since he was a child.

To use my mother's evaluation, there are many children wearing military uniforms in the city, but they are all hooligans. Fang Wenyu is the only one who is serious!

This is actually quite true, because the favorite attire of young gangsters in the city nowadays is to wear a pair of super wide military trousers, with the bottom of the crotch reaching not far from the knees, commonly known as "drop crotch pants".

The crotchless pants are tied with an armed belt, and the lower trouser legs are neatly rolled up several times, and the trouser legs must be gathered into a small shape, and the high-top white white sneakers must be exposed.

Fang Wenyu also wore drop crotch pants, but the trousers did not do the tricks of the hooligans. The upper body was the "cadre uniform" that his father received every year, and the feet were his father's leather shoes or high-top leather boots, and the soles of the boots were still

Adding steel plates is a rare commodity these days, and it perfectly captures the temperament of a military family.

Now there were only two couples out of seven. Fang Wenyu stood beside the sofa at home like a tree in the wind, and said condescendingly to Zhou Zhi: "It's not a big deal, it's just appendicitis. I just need to rest for half a month."

Zhou Zhi felt that this commander-in-chief was a bit like a leading cadre sympathizing with the injured.

Before Zhou Zhi could speak, Fang Wenyu said again: "After the final exam, we all had a party. It's a pity that you weren't here. I wrote the chalk words. It's so ugly."

"Yongmei! Bring me the papers for the final exam to Jiuzi. This is what Teacher Hu specially asked me to do."

"Go away, go away." Zhou Zhi waved his hand impatiently: "Marshuai Fang! If you are pretending to be a big carrot in such a hurry, does that mean the panda is back?"

Another handsome guy who just walked in laughed so hard: "No! I've been pretending all this time."

After laughing, he mocked Zhou Zhi: "It's okay for me to play as a forward, but you were thrown out as a defender. Now I have to criticize you. You are really embarrassing to our second class!"

The speaker was Yan Xiao, because he was the forward and captain of the school football team, he was smart and good at sports, and he was quite popular in the school.

However, he was a bit slippery, and his grades in junior high school were pretty good, but in high school they fell sharply.

When Zhou Zhi met Yan Xiao for the first time, he called him "Friend of Sandianshui". Yan Xiao didn't understand at the time, so Zhou Zhi showed him "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Sword".

Only then did Yan Xiao know that there was a Haisha sect in "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Sword". They were all salt lords and were called "Friends of Sandianshui" by the second son of the Wudang sect.

From then on, Yan Xiao became a fan of martial arts, and sometimes Zhou Zhi even felt that maybe his own enlightenment in martial arts novels had delayed the child.

Yan Xiao saw fruits on the table, grabbed one and threw it to Fang Wenyu, grabbed another one, smiled and let out the two girls who had just entered the door behind him: "I will settle the score with you when you are better. Come, let your original wife comfort you first."
Chapter completed!