Rebirth at the end of seventy: my life I make the decision

This day, because of menstruation, Wang Xiuying felt a little unwell and got up late.

When she was busy in the small vegetable field behind her house, cut some leeks and took Wang Xiucheng to the market, she could only occupy a remote place at the vegetable market.

The sister and brother squatted for almost an hour, but they only sold five or six handfuls of leeks.

Seeing the sun coming out, the sweet leeks in the small basket gradually disappeared, but the stomach became more and more hungry. Wang Xiucheng gradually lost his patience: "sister, I'm hungry!"

Not far away is a small restaurant run by the supply and marketing cooperatives. Bursts of fragrance came, which made Wang Xiucheng feel more hungry.

Small restaurants will supply fried dough sticks and soybean milk in the morning. Two cents for a fried dough stick and two cents for a bowl of soybean milk.

When my parents were alive, my father would give Wang Xiuying a dime note every few days and ask her to take the hot water bottle at home to make a hot water bottle of soybean milk and buy two fried dough sticks.

Every time Wang Xiuying goes to buy soybean milk and fried dough sticks, Wang Xiucheng will follow along like a small tail, and his parents will prepare four bowls at home, put a little fragrant lard at the bottom of the bowl, and then put some salt and soy sauce according to everyone's taste, as well as chopped fragrant leeks.

When the sister and brother bought the soybean milk fried dough sticks back, the mother cut the fried dough sticks into small pieces and put them into a bowl respectively. They washed in the hot soybean milk. A bowl of fragrant fried dough sticks and bean flowers became the most delicious breakfast for the family.

However, such happiness and warmth ended up in the car accident two months ago. My parents, who pushed a unicycle to pay public food, died under the wheels.

Although the sister and brother got a pension, they both wanted to study and had little income. The soybean milk fried dough sticks for breakfast basically became the extravagant expectation of the sister and brother.

The smell from the small restaurant is too tempting. Not to mention Wang Xiucheng, even Wang Xiuying feels very hungry.

Feeling the money in her pocket, Wang Xiuying squatted against her stomach with her knees, which made her feel much better.

But Wang Xiuying could bear it, but Wang Xiucheng couldn't. He pulled Wang Xiuying's sleeve and looked at Wang Xiuying's pocket filled with money with deer like eyes: "sister, I'm hungry. I want to soak fried dough sticks with soybean milk."

Wang Xiuying doesn't want to eat soybean milk fried dough sticks, but as long as she thinks of the slowly decreasing money in her passbook, she can only think about it.

For the time being, there is no way to make money quickly, and the money in the passbook can't be used indiscriminately. It has really become an extravagant hope to buy soybean milk fried dough sticks. In order to save money, Wang Xiuying dare not eat rice and noodles like when she was just reborn.

Last night, she only cooked some rice porridge with sweet potatoes for Wang Xiucheng, and what she ate herself was the most disliked water stuffy sweet potato silk.

When her parents were there, Wang Xiuying would rather eat a bowl of vegetables without oil and water than a meal stuffy with sweet potato silk.

It was still a stuffy meal with one and a half meters of sweet potato silk. Last night, she ate no rice, but in order to save money to complete her plan, she could only swallow the hard to swallow sweet potato silk.

"Xiucheng is good. When my sister has raised enough for our tuition, I will let you drink Soybean Milk and eat fried dough sticks." Wang Xiuying touched the poor money in her small pocket and Wang Xiucheng's small head, and comforted in some embarrassment.

"But I'm hungry now. You hear my stomach yelling. Why don't we save the money?" Wang Xiucheng felt his little face and touched his belly, who was singing empty city tricks. His face was unhappy.

Looking at Wang Xiucheng's small yellow face, Wang Xiuying flashed a trace of deep heartache in her eyes. She looked down at the fragrant leeks in the small basket, looked at the small restaurant, and finally bit her lips. It seemed that she had made up her mind, pulled up Wang Xiucheng, who was soft all over, and mentioned the small bamboo basket: "go, sister, take you to eat."

As soon as Wang Xiucheng's eyes lit up, he suddenly came to the spirit: "sister, really, really take me to eat?"

Before Wang Xiuying responded, Wang Xiucheng seemed to suddenly think of something, and the light in his eyes slowly went out. Some reluctantly glanced at the small restaurant and took a heavy breath, as if he could fill his stomach by breathing the air with the aroma of soybean milk fried dough sticks, then shook his head and said: "Forget it, sister. I know that I got into No. 1 middle school. No. 1 middle school is far from our home. If I have to live on campus, I have to pay accommodation. Tuition plus accommodation plus living expenses will cost a lot of money! Also, I have to pay for my books. I can't eat and drink for nothing when I live at the teacher's house. We have to spend money. Let's continue selling vegetables."

Then he squatted down again and hugged his knees tightly with his hands.

Wang Xiucheng's understanding made Wang Xiuying feel sad for a while.

If his parents are still there, let alone soybean milk fried dough sticks, even if Wang Xiucheng wants to eat meat and fish, three out of ten times will meet his wishes.

"It's all right. Maybe you don't have to spend money. My sister can let you drink Soybean Milk and eat fried dough sticks." Wang Xiuying sucked her nose, pressed down her sour heart and said to Wang Xiucheng with a smile.

"Don't spend money?" Wang Xiucheng looked at Wang Xiuying suspiciously. The little restaurant wouldn't accept a penny less. Where would they let their siblings eat free food?

"Don't worry, I have a way." Wang Xiuying looked down at the small basket in her hand. Although the leeks in the basket have been a little empty, they are still much more flexible than other people's dishes.

The sister and brother came to a small restaurant not far away. The small restaurant only served breakfast and lunch. Breakfast served fried dough sticks, soybean milk and steamed buns.

In these days, there are not many people who can buy breakfast outside, but today is a market, and business is pretty good.

Fortunately for Wang Xiuying, it was not the fat middle-aged woman who sold the sign at the window today, but Uncle Zhang who lived in the same village with Wang Xiuying's sister and brother.

Although Uncle Zhang's house is some distance from Wang Xiuying's house, he is the next door neighbor of Wang Xiuying's milk house. Naturally, he knows Wang Xiuying's sister and brother.

But now, seeing Wang Xiuying leading Wang Xiucheng in with a small bamboo basket, Uncle Zhang's eyes still flickered.

What is the situation of the Wang family? Where else is he unclear?

Although Wang Xiuying was a regular visitor in the past, although he heard that the sister and brother had a considerable pension in their hands, he had never seen the sister and brother buy soybean milk fried dough sticks since the death of Wang Xingshi and his wife. It can be seen how embarrassed they were.

Wang Houtu and Yu Zhumei have lived next door for so many years, and Uncle Zhang knows very well!

Therefore, it is still a question mark whether the so-called pension has really reached the poor brothers and sisters. Then where are the brothers and sisters who have spare money for breakfast?

Although I heard that the sister and brother came to the restaurant for only one meal on the day they got the pension, it only cost 25 cents. I haven't heard that the sister and brother have come to the restaurant since that day.

They won't see him on duty today. They want to give him credit.

That's not true. He doesn't earn more than ten yuan a month. All five mouths in the family depend on his salary.

The supply and marketing cooperatives have regulations that whoever holds the credit account must fill in the account himself if he can't get it back.

The brothers and sisters of the Wang family have no parents, and the family is almost empty. If they are given credit, he will not be able to fill it for them by himself?