Crossing the road to riches

Chapter 4 The Rare Man's Wo Wo Tou
Wen Hao was so hungry that she didn't know what it was like, but it wasn't that she didn't know what was going on at home, so she bit the bullet and endured it.

After coming here, I got used to it quickly, and I came here with my memory. Isn't that equivalent to spending decades in different places for nothing?

But the stomach can't help it, it keeps gurgling.

Mother, grandma, and me, the three of us stared at each other on the kang.

In the end, Nai couldn't bear to kick Fugui: "Don't look at it, go and get the yams in the pot and feed it to Hao Baoer. If you are hungry, you don't want to be a good one."

Fugui is so old that he misses the milk he buried in the soil decades ago. If he is still alive, he will not let his mother and father treat him like this.

He gave the little girl a hard look and went to the kitchen.

While coming in with a bowl, he cursed and said, "When a girl eats, she asks her mother to serve it. I think you seem to have been struck by lightning."

The big bowl with a hole missing was thrown on the table, and there was a tiny potato lying in it.

The little old lady took the potato and put it in Wen Hao's palm, with a loving face: "Eat, eat, you won't be hungry after eating."

She was so hungry that she didn't care so much, so she broke open the yams and gave half to your mother: "Mother, you can eat too, and sleep when you are full, you are the pillar of the family."

Wen Fugui's heart warmed when he said this, but the women in the village were used to being rough, and couldn't hold back a good word for a long time: "Don't eat, eat a fart if you don't work, eat it yourself."

After finishing speaking, I went out. I said straight-forward words. There is indeed no food at home. These days, no one is digging the rice and wild vegetables. Since I didn’t do much work in the morning, I didn’t eat. Living with money to eat, and that unbelievable nerd.

Studying is disappointing, but it can be regarded as filial piety, which should be saved to the little girl.

Since I don't do outside work, I can do some light work at home, sitting on the bench and carrying an ax to the people in the house to split the firewood in the yard.

Looking at this stubborn back, Wen Hao felt a little sad. This old lady still has love, but she doesn't show it very much.

He handed the half in his hand to the milk again.

The grandma took it over, tore off the skin of the yam, picked up a small half of it, put it in a bowl, mashed it, and drank it with cold water.

The other half was put into Wen Hao's hands again: "The milk is too old to chew, and it can't eat that much, just drink this bowl and it will be enough."

Wen Hao looked at grandma, how could she not be able to eat? Although she was old, but her teeth were obviously good, she still ate the small half.

While eating, I also made up my mind, holding my grandma's shoulder: "Do you believe me, grandma?".

The old lady nodded with a smile: "Of course I believe in my baby Haoer."

Wen Hao continued: "In the near future, I will definitely make our family full of food every meal."

The little old lady still nodded with a smile: "Believe it! Believe it! Believe it! I know that my family's good treasure is a promising one."

Immediately afterwards, Wen Hao also quietly moved his lips close to Nai's ear: "Then what I do, Nai will definitely support me with all my strength, right?".

The old lady had a bad premonition again, and looked at her granddaughter suspiciously, always thinking that her granddaughter was suddenly different.

But still nodded.

Only then did Wen Hao start to whisper the next thing: "Grandma, didn't you just tell me that you still have the dowry, silver cake and silver ring?"

The old lady immediately became vigilant: "What do you want to do, your baby is not dead yet, so you are thinking about this."

She has already thought up her words: "Grandma, you know the situation of the family, even if our family can barely collect the tax, then what shall we eat next, what about such a big family."

"Didn't I study in the town for so long? Although I didn't pass the exam, I have a lot of knowledge. I have been to the county a few times, so I want to start a small business and be more active at home."

The little old lady still has something in her stomach, and it's not that she is reluctant to part with the money. This business is not easy to do. If it is easy to do, everyone will go to business: "Good treasure, it's not that I won't give you milk, but It’s the milk. Forget it. I’m afraid this year’s tax is not enough. If it’s not enough, someone in the family will be the head of the army. The hole card, you have to guard everyone in the family."

Wen Hao knows how difficult it is to convince the old lady, but it's not a matter of solving the key problem.

"Grandma, don't be afraid, I've done the math. If the business really can't be done, I'll borrow some money from my classmates and friends first, and then I'll go to work in the town or the county to make money. I've already inquired about it. If you copy books for others, you can earn half a penny for a month, and you can pay them back soon.”

Half hanging money is not enough to look at, but it is different for people in the village with little income.

Looking at her granddaughter looking forward to it, her love for her granddaughter finally overcame her reason.

Gritting his teeth: "Then hold the money tightly for me, and don't let others know that grandma gave you the money, even if it's your father. Don't tell your mother, you will be beaten to death, and the milk will not stop you."

The people in the field didn't come back at noon, and my mother went to deliver food and water, but she didn't come back. I guess I couldn't rest and went to work again.

Youcai can't hold back his mother, so she can only let her sit in a cool place after working for a while, otherwise the two mothers may turn against each other.

The two people in the family were sneaky.

Wen Hao looked at the silver in his hand, and reckoned that there were really two taels.

Grandma continued to turn out the jerky again, and secretly stuffed it to Wen Hao: "Here, take it all, grandma is too old to steal it, and when you make money, stew meat, stew The ones are so rotten that you can eat a large piece of milk in one bite.”

She kept it carefully, these were all grandma's coffin books.

The sun went down in the evening, and it was time to call it a day and go back. Youcai put the floral cloth bag in the lunch basket.

The mother was not jealous, she didn't even ask, and she could see the field at a glance without being blind at the door of the house. Anyway, Youcai was working with her head down at the time.

But there are some things that mothers should mention. The rare thing is not cursing: "You are rich, you have already married, and the family situation is like this. If you don't say anything, you should know it in your heart. Don't harm our family or others." .

Youcai was silent, didn't speak, just went back to his room with the bamboo basket.

Jinmei and Dad saw that it was eating food, so could they not think that it was fake.

As for the shy and silent man who just watched all this numbly, he didn't care about it, because he knew that it had nothing to do with him, as long as he had a stutter, even if it was just the potato peels thrown to him by his ancestors.

He hadn't eaten serious food for almost half a month, and he knew in his heart that there was no food, and his family was about to run out of food, and if they starved to death, there would be one less person to eat.

Fortunately, the ancestors didn't eat potato skins, and threw some to themselves every day, and then they ate some bark to survive.

He couldn't leave, and he couldn't survive when he returned to his mother's house. He thought that he would be fine as long as he survived the time when there was no food this year.

When there was food at home in the first half of the year, I could eat half a bowl of gruel for every meal, and sometimes dry, which was better than at my mother’s house.

When the man arrived at Wen Fugui's house, he was already as thin as a dead wood, and he could no longer lose weight. He is still a dead wood now, but he is already so hungry that his body twitches from time to time.

The woman also kicked herself from time to time because of her inability to work, but it was still better than at her mother's house. She didn't hit herself with a fire stick. There were many scalded scars on his back, which were burned by his stepfather. The stick was drawn, as were the two on the face.

(End of this chapter)