I make a living solving crimes.

When Yang Min heard that her son could only stay at home for one night, tears began to fall.

She was just a rural woman. Although she later followed Chang's father into the city, she was still essentially that rural woman.

She didn't know what Ma Lie was, but she understood the righteousness, so when she went to Tianjin to find Chang's father, she carried food to the front line.

She doesn't like going to work, but she is busy at home all day long.

She hates eating fish meat, and her favorite parts are fish heads and fish tails.

She chased Chang Long around every day, but if anyone dared to say a word, she would block the door with a pair of hot chopsticks and start scolding them.

Perhaps because of her childhood experiences - the civil war among warlords, in which her entire family died in the flames - she particularly cares about her family, and after Chang's father's death, her son almost became her life.

But her son wanted to work and was highly regarded by his leaders and the organization, so she did not dare to stop him from making progress.

After Chang Wei sent Zhang Youde and Chen Mingji away, he saw the light in the kitchen turned on again.

Yang Min was preparing dumplings for him before he left tomorrow morning.

Chang Wei walked in carefully and suddenly found that his mother could only reach his chin.

Maybe I have grown taller again.

Yang Min was only about 1.5 meters tall, which was an ordinary height for women in the north in the 1950s.

But Grandma Chang said that she actually had long legs when she was a child, and the reason she didn't grow tall was because she carried too much water and was weighed down by the load.

At that time, she had just been taken in by the Chang family. In order to avoid being despised and driven away, she would get up before dawn every day and carry a bucket to fetch water from the river at the foot of the mountain in the village.

Because she couldn't carry it heavy, she could only carry back half a bucket for each load, so she had to run many trips and developed a pair of big feet.

At that time, Changshan had just been born and Changlun was still a snotty baby. Every day, she carried Changshan on her back and held Changlun's hand to go to the fields to dig sweet potatoes, pick wheat grains, and chase away sparrows.

She did most of the housework by herself.

So, until now, Chang Lun always calls Yang Min "big sister" when he sees her.

The eldest sister is like a mother.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Yang Min turned around and couldn't help but look up. She raised her hand and touched Chang Wei's cheek with relief, "You should eat more when you grow taller. Your face has become thinner."

"The food is delicious. I just went to Hong Kong Island a few days ago and ate shark fin soup with rice every day there."

"Fishbone? Aren't you afraid that soaking rice with that thing will sore your throat?"

"Uh...I meant the wings of the wings."

Yang Min didn't understand and muttered that people in Southern Province really dared to eat anything, and he didn't know if they would eat humans!

Chang Wei smiled without explaining. He glanced at the dumpling filling, leaned over to smell it, and said, "It smells good."

"Chives and eggs, it was your favorite when you were a child." Yang Min smiled, holding the chopsticks in her right hand and stirring the bowl counterclockwise.

"You've only put a few eggs in here. Put more."

"I've already put four eggs in there. Go ask around and see if anyone on this street dares to put four eggs in dumplings. It must be because their hens don't crow too much, otherwise I would have to kill the chickens."

"It's better to kill him. I haven't had old hen soup for a long time. Mom, why are you still hitting me..."

Chang Wei dodged my mother's attack and took two hits, then came over with a smile, took the stuffing and stirred it himself. As his palm turned over, a physical fruit fell into the water and was quickly stirred into the leek stuffing.

Yang Min talked about the changes that had taken place in recent days.

The mothers and grandmothers living under the Chuihua Gate have changed their positions. Every day, after their husbands and children go out, they take hoes and baskets and go out to dig wild vegetables everywhere.

Even the elm leaves were picked.

“Isn’t pork hard to buy now?”

"Where can I buy meat? If you want to eat meat now, the most you can do is go to the supply and marketing cooperative to get meat coupons and buy some canned meat, which is still very expensive. Fortunately, you brought back a lot of bacon. Xiaolong comes back every day and counts them with his neck."

"Don't be too stingy at home. Add some of the lard I brought back to each meal. It will help the little ones grow."

"Got it, got it." Yang Min was annoyed with him and drove him out. "The bed is made for you. Go wash up and go to bed early. What time do you leave tomorrow?"

"Noon, I have to go to the ministry in the morning."

"Then go to bed quickly and throw your clothes outside. I'll wash them for you later."

After Chang Wei went to wash up, she opened the upper layer of the cupboard, carefully took down the jar, picked out a few eggs from it, broke them and mixed them into the jar.

The eggs were laid by the old hens she raised. The yolk of each egg was particularly yellow and carried a festive feel.

After mixing the dumpling stuffing, she sat in the kitchen for a long time, sniffed, stood up, picked up the knife, walked to the chicken coop and started picking out old hens.

......

The night had not yet completely faded away, and the entire city was shrouded in silence. Gradually, the morning glow dyed half the sky red, casting a soft light on Chang Wei's bed.

The soil on the ground has been soaked with morning dew, the ivy in the corner is green, and the tender buds are gradually becoming fuller, trying to stretch out a vine upwards.

Chang Long was lying outside the window, staring into the room without blinking. When he saw Chang Wei turning over and preparing to get up, he quickly pretended nothing had happened and walked away.

Chang Wei put on his clothes, came out with a water cup and a toothbrush, and squatted beside Chang Long by the pool on the south wall. He squeezed toothpaste and said, "It's summer vacation. I'll ask Du Ye to come back and pick you up to Sichuan Province."

The little girl had foam in her mouth and smacked Chang Wei on the face excitedly, "Brother, you keep your word!"

"It's a deal. You guys will all go then." Chang Wei wiped his face in disdain, looked at Chang Tian who was running over and continued, "Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Sichuan Province is a good place."

Chang Tian excitedly started spinning around in circles again, attracting Chang Ni and Chang Nan to come over and join in the joy.

Chang Long nodded repeatedly, "Mo Mo said that their wontons are delicious, and their jelly is also delicious."

"You only know how to eat." Chang Wei said, but he reached into his pocket and took out a stack of money and food coupons to share among the people. "Don't make a fuss if you don't have enough to eat at home. Mother has her concerns. You can go out and buy some buns or steamed buns to eat."

Chang Ni wanted to refuse, but Chang Long quickly covered his pockets and smiled with his eyes turned into crescents.

After washing up, Chang Wei went to the main room and burned incense for his father first.

Chang Kun, wearing a police uniform, was looking at him with a smile on his face through the piece of paper, with a row of medals below him shining as new.

"Xiaotian cleans it every day." Grandpa Chang walked in holding his pipe, pulled a chair and sat down, and said softly: "Kid, don't work too hard outside. We have enough food and drink at home now."

"Grandpa, I'm already in a good position now, why should I work so hard?"

"Grandpa is not old and confused." Grandpa Chang took two puffs of his cigarette and whispered, "When I got up last night, the light in your mother's room was still on."

Chang Wei nodded slightly and remained silent.

They had dumplings for breakfast, and in front of Chang Wei was a bowl of yellow chicken soup.

The golden liquid swayed gently in the bowl, like warm sunshine.