Song Shi walked through the street smelling of alcohol. His eyelids were swollen, his face was swollen, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and there was a green stubble around his mouth. He had slept on the ground all night, and his whole body was covered in bruises. It hurts, he grinned, and he looked like a homeless man under a bridge, extremely decadent.
I walked to the street and bought two meat buns and a cup of hot soy milk.
Just stand aside and eat.
The steamed buns of this era were all made very solidly. Adult men have big fists, are white, fat and soft. The ingredients inside are not fat leftovers mixed with flavorings, but the best from pigs who grew up eating grass, leaves and sweet potatoes in the countryside. The pork belly is served with onion, ginger, garlic, salt and soy sauce, and it tastes good after you take a bite.
"Another five dollars!"
Hu stuffed two into his stomach, not even filling the gap between his teeth.
The proprietress quickly bagged it for him.
Song Shi took out a handful of bills in his pocket, both large and small. He took out a five-yuan one and handed it over. He took the bag and took out a bun, gnawing on it as he walked.
The landlady covered the steamer.
Pout.
No matter how rich she was, it was useless to be reluctant to spend money on her family. However, she heard from her daughter that Song Dongmei secretly cried several times because her family did not allow her to continue studying.
A selfish bunch.
However, her family's wasn't much better.
Fortunately, she still has skills and can set up a stall to sell steamed buns.
If a man is reliable, sows will climb trees.
When he got home, there were only six buns left in the plastic bag. Song Shi patted his round belly and burped with the smell of meat fillings.
Huang Simei had already cooked a large pot of sweet potato porridge and was calling her eldest daughter to take it out with her big belly. When she turned around, she saw the man who had not returned all night. There was no surprise on her face, it was normal, "You're back? Have you had breakfast?" "Hold on to your waist and go get the bowl.
"Don't take it. I ate it and brought you buns back." He asked her if she had any hot water.
Huang Simei subconsciously looked at the stove. Several buns were wrapped in bags, and she could still smell the fragrance of pure wheat flour.
There is only one shop in town that buys steamed buns.
The head of the house actually still thinks about them? What a surprise.
"Hot water? Is there any hot water?" Seeing her stunned, Song Shi asked again, with a bit of impatient tone.
".Ah. Yes, yes, there is hot water in the back pot!"
Huang Simei hurriedly opened the lid.
"Have a rest. Your belly is so big. What if you stretch my son? If you have anything to do, just ask the eldest sister and the second sister to do it!" After that, he said to the cheap eldest girl who came in to get the chopsticks, "In the eyes If you want to have a job, you don’t have to do it until your mother tells you to do it. You are already a teenager, so you have to be discerning.”
"Yeah." Song Dongmei lowered her head and responded, standing there holding her clothes with her fingers and not daring to move.
Song Dynasty: "."
The image of Yuanzha Yanfu is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!
Frowning, "What are you still doing? Take the chopsticks, the bowl, the buns out, and eat!"
Song Dongmei trembled all over.
His hands and feet were already moving uncontrollably.
Song Chunyu hid behind the edge of the door and shook her head. Baba was so scary, but Su, there are buns to eat? Hi Sensen! ! !
Song Shi took a plastic bucket and started scooping water from the back pot.
Stoves in rural areas are like this.
Burn firewood.
There is a large pot in the front for cooking and cooking, and a small pot at the back to boil water.
The water was steaming.
Song Shi finished scooping out the water in the pot, added another half of the pot of water, and then added cold water to the bucket.
The original residue is a pig butcher, and he is strong. It is summer again, so warm water will do.
After washing my hair, taking a shower, shaving, and lying on the wooden frame bed at home, I felt alive.
The main room outside.
The mother and daughter finished breakfast.
Song Chunyu took the bowl to the kitchen to wash. She smacked her lips, still savoring the deliciousness of the steamed buns. Song Dongmei took a large basin of clothes to wash by the river not far from home.
Huang Simei tidied up the house and returned to the room. The man was already asleep.
She touched her belly.
I just hope that this child will no longer be a daughter.
well.
Life is hard.
She gave birth to two daughters and had no say at all in the family.
I don’t know how much fines I have to pay for over-eating, etc., I heard there are quite a lot of them.
Huang Simei's sorrow only lasted for a short while. After all, it was useless for her to worry anymore. She had no money. All the men in the family had the final say. Even if she was really short of money, the third child would find a way.
Song Shi woke up to the smell of food.
He covered his aching head and said, "Sister! Sister! Go and make me a cup of tea!"
Within two minutes, Song Dongmei came over with an enamel cup.
"Dad, tea."
"Yes." Song Shi took it, blew on the tea leaves, and took a sip.
The bitter taste immediately attacks the taste buds.
His brows were furrowed, but his expression was happy, comfortable and full of enjoyment.
"Are there any final exams?" he asked.
Song Dongmei, who had already walked two steps and was still thinking about the food in the pot, stopped in a hurry. She bit her lip, clenched her fists, and whispered, "Just next Wednesday."
Dad has never cared about her studies. What does this mean?
Next, should we tell her that she doesn’t want to go to junior high school anymore when she is older and just stay at home to help?
Song Dongmei's eyes were filled with confusion.
Yes.
Mom is about to give birth to a baby, and they say she has a little brother in her belly. She will help take care of him at home. In a few years, when she grows up, she will find a family to marry, have and raise children, and live her whole life like her mother. .
But, she doesn’t want to!
She doesn't want this!
Song Dongmei was only twelve years old, and she could not yet imagine what she would do and what kind of person she would be in the future, but no matter what she would be, it would definitely not be like her mother, who would sit around the pot all day long and rely on a man to live.
"Wednesday," Song Shi blew the tea and said casually, "These days, you should study hard for me and give you more points in the exam. If you do poorly in the exam, don't go to junior high school, so as not to waste your hard-earned money." Here’s the money!”
Song Dongmei: "."
After walking out of the room, Song Dongmei's mind was still buzzing.
Well. What do you mean?
Dad said that if she failed in the exam, she should not go to junior high school.
In other words, as long as she does well in the exam, that's it?
"elder sister!"
Song Dongmei hurriedly ran to the kitchen.
Uncover the pot, use a spatula to turn it inside a few times, add a little more water, and then close the lid.
"Sister, let me tell you."
She told her sister what Song Shi had just said, and finally stared at Song Chunyu, who was only two years younger than her, with a serious face, "You must study hard and get good grades, then dad will let us study."
Song Chunyu, who was already ten years old, nodded solemnly, "Sister, I know."
The two sisters talked quietly.
Imagine the future.
For lunch, I had fried water spinach, white rice porridge, and a big pot of corn on the cob.
Corn is sweet and waxy.
Song Shi gnawed four or five and drank two large bowls of porridge.
He glanced outside.
The sun was rising so high that it was so bright that it almost blinded my eyes.
There is no doubt that today is another day to lie flat.
People should not go against nature, let nature take its course, and rest when it is time to rest. If you are too tired, you may die from overwork one day.
The next morning, it was really early, only five o'clock.
Song Shi woke up his eldest daughter.
"Get up and come with me to collect the pigs!"
Sleepy Song Dongmei: ".?!!!"
It was like a bolt from the blue that woke her up! !
dad! dad!
what do you mean?
Didn’t you say that if I do well in the exam, you would let me continue studying?
I don’t want to be a pig-killing bitch!
Song Dongmei was full of rejection, but she didn't dare to express it. She rubbed her eyes and got up quickly.
She wanted to ask her mother for help, but her father was the one who made the final decision in the family. There was no way her mother could change what her father decided.
Crying.
Song Shi woke up his little girl again, "Be smart, be diligent, and watch your mother. If you have anything to do, go to your eldest uncle's and second uncle's house."
Song Chunyu nodded drowsily.
The father and daughter stepped out on the dew of the summer morning.
(End of chapter)
