Yang Huamei brightened the tung oil lamp on the table.
"How about you go to the kitchen and take a look? Hold the lamp and don't stumble."
"That's fine."
Wang Shuanzi went out holding a tung oil lamp.
Yang Huamei fiddled with another tung oil lamp at the table.
It's really embarrassing to say.
When I got married from my natal family, the dowry contained only a box of candles.
That was more than ten years ago. At that time, 90% of the households in the village burned tung oil lamps and soybean oil lamps. There were only two or three households that could light candles. Candles were a luxury item.
But she has plenty.
Later, I gave birth to two children. The children had to get up at night to eat, drink, change diapers, etc., and the lights could not be turned off.
Shuanzi suggested lighting tung oil lamps all night long to save money.
She sneered at it at the time. The candles were so nice, so bright and upscale. Her parents were openly and covertly subsidizing her, and her dowry was so generous, right?
Light tung oil lamps and soybean oil lamps, the price will drop a lot, and more importantly, I feel sorry for my two twin sons.
They are big fat twins. The two stars falling from the sky, baby bumps, and the dim light are too unfair to them!
Times have changed, and now, tung oil lamps and soybean oil lamps are back in the house.
The tung oil in this tung oil lamp was not bought with money. It was squeezed out from the tung seeds that Wang Shuanzi picked on the mountain road back and forth to school. It didn't cost any money.
Even if I sleep at night, the tung oil lamp must be extinguished and I have to get up in the dark.
Because we want to save money, there are too many places to spend money at home, so give the money to the children and let them light candles.
Especially if Xiao Hei wants to read a book, he must light a candle, as the tung oil lamp will damage his eyes.
Yang Huamei stared at the big lights on the table without blinking, tears suddenly falling down her cheeks.
Why are the lives of many families in the village getting better and better, while my own life is getting worse and worse?
People say that children have to endure some hardships when they are young, but when they grow up, it is time to enjoy the blessings.
Nowadays, the children are getting older day by day, but has she really begun to enjoy happiness?
How does she feel that her days of suffering have just begun?
When Yang Huamei was depressed and pessimistic, Wang Shuanzi came back.
Yang Huamei quickly wiped away the tears on her face and turned to look at him: "How are you? Are you going to have dinner?"
Wang Shuanzi sat down, shook his head, and said to Yang Huamei: "Dad sent the big pig's trotters to Xiao Hei's house after they were rotten. When he was done, he went back to the house to sleep. In the twelfth lunar month, he basically didn't eat at night. Dinner."
Yang Huamei was confused: "Your father doesn't eat, but we eat, and he doesn't come to say hello to us?"
He occupied the kitchen for so long that she couldn't even use the kitchen to cook dinner. Well, he occupied the kitchen to feed Xiao Heiyun. He worked hard and was a good man.
But when you're done using the kitchen, you should come over and say something, right?
He doesn’t eat it himself, but his son and wife still have to eat it!
"Your father did this on purpose!" Yang Huamei said angrily.
Wang Shuanzi was also helpless, "Hey, this man's temperament is similar to that of a child when he is old, and he is too protective of Xiaohei. Let's not get along with him, okay?"
Yang Huamei was so angry that she laughed back: "Didn't your father make me angry enough?"
"If I were really on the same level as him, we would have separated the family and let him start a new business when your mother passed away!"
Wang Shuanzi nodded repeatedly, "I know all about your virtuousness."
"Dad, he is too indulgent with his children. He has spoiled his children even though they are separated from each other. He won't listen to you..."
Wang Shuanzi said apologetically, and then stopped, looking at Yang Huamei like a child who had done something wrong, feeling guilty and a little flattering.
It seemed that her next decision could send him to heaven or send him to hell.
Fortunately, Yang Huamei had feelings for him. She couldn't bear to see him looking so cautious and timid.
"That's all, I'll go cook dinner."
Seeing Yang Huamei getting up, Wang Shuanzi was still a little unable to react.
Shouldn't she be angry?
Yang Huamei took two steps and then stopped, turned around and told him: "The father pays his debts to his son, and the son pays his father's debts. Your father and your son are so angry with me, so don't even think about being lazy..."
"Of course, I, I will help you stuff the firewood."
Wang Shuanzi also smiled and followed Yang Huamei to the kitchen.
When passing by the door of the small dark room, Wang Shuanzi stopped for a moment, went over and knocked twice on the door.
There were originally candles lit inside, and the sound of "bah, bah, bah" gnawing on the big pig's trotters could be heard.
But with Wang Shuanzi's two knocks on the door, the sound inside disappeared and the candlelight was blown out.
Then came Xiao Hei's voice: "Which one? I'm already asleep!"
Wang Shuanzi turned to look at Yang Huamei, who shook her head.
This kid is so stupid, he can lie so lowly. This kind of brain is still Liu Zi's. If you dare to do farm work at home, it is more practical. If you go to work outside, you will be beaten to death by others!
"Xiao Hei, I know you're not sleeping. Come to the kitchen. My parents have something to ask you."
"Dad, can you do it tomorrow? I really went to bed and took off all my clothes..."
"If you want to go to your fourth uncle's house for dinner tomorrow, just come out honestly, otherwise you won't have to go anywhere!"
Wang Shuanzi's voice became colder and he didn't yell. After speaking, he turned around and left.
When the couple entered the kitchen and just lit the soybean oil lamp and the fire in the kitchen started to burn, Xiao Hei finally came over slowly.
Not only Xiao Hei came over, but Wang Hongquan also came.
It seemed that Wang Hongquan had not fallen asleep at all, and had been listening to what was going on outside.
"What are you going to do if you don't let your children sleep on a cold night?"
Wang Hongquan tightened his clothes and closed the kitchen door to block out the strong north wind.
Hearing what Wang Hongquan said, Xiao Hei rubbed his eyes deliberately and pretended that he really got up from the bed.
But his parents didn't let him go back.
So he shrank his neck and turned his eyes from Wang Shuanzi to Yang Huamei.
Yang Huamei was immersed in kneading dough and didn't even look at him.
Wang Shuanzi spoke quietly at this moment: "I called you here tonight because I want to ask you about your studies and what you really think."
"What do you think?"
Xiao Hei stopped pretending now and looked at Wang Shuanzi blankly, "Dad, I don't have much idea."
"Why don't you have any ideas? You are fifteen or sixteen years old, and we have to be prepared to explain it to our villagers. You have to find a job that can make money to support yourself, your wife and children, and your parents."
"Dad, I really don't have any ideas. I, don't I just eat and study, and eat and eat and study again..."
Yang Huamei threw the rolling pin at Xiao Hei's feet with a bang, "Eat and study, eat and study? Don't you know how much you've eaten and how much you've read? You can't come up with anything, so you're just messing around. Our money, you heartless bastard!"
