My father died early in my previous life.
After his wife and daughter died one after another, his father also died in depression because he was worried about himself.
This incident has become the third unexplainable pain in Chen Mo's heart.
Now that I saw my father again, I immediately had a lot to say in my heart, but I swallowed it in the end.
Chen Dashan glanced at Chen Mo sideways from the corner of his eyes and sighed.
He immediately spoke and pointed to the money on the table: "This is ten dollars, your elder brother gave it to you."
"This money?"
Chen Mo was slightly startled.
"Ruixue came to our house the day before yesterday and said that Xixi was sick. The family had no money at the time, so I went to the city to borrow it from your elder brother yesterday."
Chen Dashan replied.
Looking at Chen Dashan's appearance, one knew that he had just arrived, and the snow on the soles of his shoes had not yet melted.
So Tang Ruixue didn't have time to explain. Now they were no longer short of money.
Xixi's illness itself was just a common cold. After sleeping for a night, she was almost cured and she didn't need much money.
But when he heard his father say that he went to the city to ask for it from his elder brother, he felt sad in his heart.
My home is far from the city, and it would take a full day to walk back and forth.
Judging from Chen Dashan's dusty appearance, he must have just come over after getting the money.
"No need, now I can also make money by myself, you can keep this money for your own use."
"I still have fifty yuan here. I'm busy these two days. I'm going to take the time to buy something for you when I'm done."
Chen Mo pushed back the ten yuan and took out another fifty yuan from his bag.
Chen Dashan looked at the fifty yuan on the table and was slightly stunned.
But his face immediately became serious again: "Xiao Mo, you can't do anything stupid."
Chen Dashan wanted to borrow ten yuan from Tang Ruixue two days ago, but Chen Mo took out fifty yuan today. Something was obviously wrong.
It's impossible for Mr. Chen Mo to earn fifty in two days, right?
"Dad, I have really figured it out. This is indeed what I have earned in the past two days."
Chen Mo smiled helplessly. This was not the first time this happened.
It’s all because I was too confused at the beginning, and no one believes that I have made money now. This social reputation is indeed low enough.
"How much did you earn in these two days?"
Chen Dashan, who was half lying on the kang, heard this and straightened up: "Even if you are the county magistrate, you only earn a hundred yuan a month, but you can make fifty in two days?"
"I'm doing a little business, right?"
Chen Mo scratched his head and told the truth.
"Aren't you speculative?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Dashan slapped his thigh and shouted.
A few years ago, Chen Mo was still brooding over the incident where he was caught selling dates on the street in order to buy a sewing machine.
Many people in the village knew that he had entered the fence, and they all secretly laughed at him behind his back.
It's been a few years now, and people still tease him about this matter from time to time.
So when I heard Chen Mo say "doing business", I immediately became vigilant in my heart.
"Dad, things are different now from the past two years. Officials have said that the market has been liberalized. This is an opportunity."
When Chen Mo heard this, he quickly explained.
"No, you can find a job for me anyway."
"Looking for a job, even if it's twenty or thirty a month, is better than arresting you and going to jail later."
Chen Dashan waved his hand and said firmly.
"Dad, this is the money I made in these two days."
Seeing that his persuasion was fruitless, Chen Mo put all the more than three hundred yuan on the table.
The fifty yuan frightened Chen Dashan so much that Chen Mo stopped. When he saw the three hundred yuan, his face changed with fear.
He hurriedly said: "Put it away, put it away."
The three hundred yuan earned in these two days was much more than what they could sell for a year's harvest, which naturally frightened him.
Chen Mo put all the money in his pocket, leaving only a stack of fifty cents.
"You keep the money, I don't care whether you use it or not."
"When I finish my work here, I will go back to see you and Mom."
Chen Mo pushed fifty yuan in front of Chen Dashan and said firmly.
Chen Dashan took a long puff of dry smoke, and then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and then his mind gradually calmed down.
After a few seconds, Chen Dashan spoke again: "If you make enough, just live a good life."
Although Chen Dashan is worried that his son will be caught because of speculation, it is better than gambling every day and ignoring his wife and children.
"Don't worry, Dad, I know these things well. If anything happens, I will quit immediately."
Chen Mo could only follow what Chen Dashan said.
It is impossible for him to talk to Chen Dashan that the course of history cannot be changed and that reform is inevitable.
Chen Dashan wouldn't understand it, let alone believe it.
He knew that his father's character was that of a docile donkey, and he just had to follow his hair.
Chen Dashan nodded after hearing this, as if his father's authority had been verified again.
"Dad, you smoke this, how old are you still smoking dry cigarettes?"
Chen Mo took out a packet of Red Mountain from his arms and handed it to Chen Dashan.
Looking at the package of red mountains, Chen Dashan's eyes lit up.
He had only seen this red mountain during a wedding banquet at the village chief's house, and he had received one at the table.
When Chen Mo handed it to him, he didn't refuse and took it into his arms.
"Okay, if your son is a filial son, then I will accept it."
"By the way, don't let your money-making matters leak out. Don't let your wealth leak out."
Chen Dashan stood up as he spoke and prepared to go home.
The old house of the Chen family is still in the village of Shan'ao. It was because Chen Mo was getting married a few years ago.
It happened that a lonely close relative passed away, so he moved to a house next to the county.
There is still more than ten miles to go back to the village from here.
"I'll give it to you."
Chen Mo stood up and wanted to send his father away, but was refused.
"You have to make money tomorrow, so just go to bed early."
Chen Dashan looked at his son and felt a little relieved in his heart.
He came here full of sorrow, thinking that his son would be like before, idle all day long and not doing good things.
Every time he saw this useless son, he was angry and annoyed.
But this time when he came here, he suddenly discovered that his incompetent son seemed to have changed.
Just after entering the house, Tang Ruixue said a lot of good things about Chen Mo through sign language.
At first, he didn't quite believe it, thinking that his daughter-in-law was coaxing him to make him feel at ease.
Now it seems that he is really different.
Knowing that his father had not eaten yet, Chen Mo handed his share of meat and egg dumplings to his father and asked him to go back and eat them hot.
After some excuses, my father accepted the dumplings and said he wanted to go home and eat them with his mother.
Looking at his old father's slightly stooped back, the tears in Chen Mo's eyes finally rolled down.
But he soon returned to normal.
Now that God has given him a chance to make up for this regret, he naturally does not need to continue to feel sad.
He would be satisfied if he worked hard in this life so that his family could live a happy life.
