Chapter 5: December 1992 sky light
December 1992 sky light
I made my mother cry many times. She also cried a lot when my dad beat her, but I didn't expect her to cry when she saw a pot of porridge and a few steamed buns.
I saw that my dad was silent too, but I don't know why they were upset.
The two of them sat at the table eating quietly, and I did my homework behind them.
I didn't know many questions in my homework, most of them were scribbled as usual, barely blocking all the blanks, and then stuffed the books into the ragged bag with relief.
My family is not very good at expressing emotions. To put it simply, they are stupid, so I was a little happy when my mother gave me five yuan pocket money before going to bed. I have never received so much pocket money before. I'm going crazy with the money, but now I don't want to cheer when I get it.
There are so many things I want to do, I need a lot more money than this, and five dollars can't do anything at all.
Of course, I will not return the money to my mother. I can use it to buy food and cook, so that I can eat more nutritiously and grow stronger.
The money in my pocket after I went to school the next day made me want to make more money, so I asked some of my former classmates if they wanted me to copy their homework for them.
It's funny, I'm the last in the class, and there are people who are willing to pay me to copy homework.
There are a lot of good students in our class, but most of them don't bother to do this kind of thing, I don't care, and it's good and cheap, I only charge one yuan for copying three homework, if you give me two yuan, then the family I also pack the homework.
There are a lot of rich people. I just sneaked around during class, and there were four people who were willing to try and let me copy the homework once to see the effect. Also contract together, I am happy to smile.
Writing the correct answer on my own would kill me, so I had to resort to something else.
Our homework is after-school questions. There are textbooks sold on the market and all the answers to the after-school questions. It costs more than seven yuan for a book. I can't bear to buy it.
It's going to be a holiday, and this book will be worthless in a month. I bought a book for five dollars, bought all the textbooks for three courses, and started this "business" at full speed.
Motivation is really different. In the self-study class before school, I took the book and copied it, and actually completed one person's homework in the whole class. According to my usual speed, these homework are enough for me to dawdled on. Eleven o'clock.
Passing by the vegetable market on the way from school, I bought some vegetables, steamed buns, and a small piece of meat. I planned to add some salt and fry it myself.
When I got home, I spread out the notebook and copied the homework. At the request of my classmates, the font should be as similar to their original as possible. It took me a lot of work, but I have already copied one copy, and the second copy is not difficult for me at all. Faster than the first, and more neatly written than the first.
Before eight o'clock in the evening, I had copied all the homework including myself. My hands were sore and my stomach was growling with hunger.
I got up and cooked porridge, I tried to cut the meat into small pieces and fry it in oil, and then I added some shredded potatoes to stir fry.
The salt was added last. After tasting it, I felt it was not bad. I sat at the table and waited for my parents to come home.
They would come later than usual. I almost fell asleep on the table. When they entered the door, I hurried to serve them food. My mother was so happy that she could not help but reach out and touch my head. Mouth to ear.
My dad is also happy and has a good appetite. He said that my fried dishes are delicious, full of color and flavor, and I am overjoyed.
In fact, I also think that the dishes I make are delicious, and the saltiness is just right. I also ate three large steamed buns with the dishes. The three of us ate all the vegetables and steamed buns. I cooked a little too much porridge, just enough For breakfast tomorrow.
After the meal, my parents and I talked and laughed. They all said that I seemed to have grown up suddenly and suddenly became a big child.
I just laughed. In fact, I haven't seen their smiling faces for a long time. I haven't talked to them properly. I have a lot of things to tell them, but I can't say them, so I just listen to them.
Before going to bed at night, I saw that the lights in my parents' room were on. They were usually very tired after get off work and would go to bed quickly, but today they chatted for a long time and didn't know what they were discussing.
In fact, my life has not changed much. I would get up early in the morning to get some food for my parents and myself. After going to school, I was still distracted in class. When school was about to end, I was looking forward to those who would give me a "salary" to hire me to copy. Operation.
In one week, I became proficient in business and copied homework quickly and well. Surprisingly, I copied a lot of homework, and I actually understood a lot of questions.
In order to prevent my classmates who copied the homework from being suspicious when the teacher asked them to answer the questions, I explained the general points of the homework to them according to my own understanding after copying the homework, and I really helped them get through it. Several random questions and answers, several of them were quite satisfied with my service attitude, and even some other students asked me to copy homework.
Two weeks before the holiday, I earned the first 200 yuan in my life. Counting the extra 10 yuan that my parents bought for me, I could buy a bicycle of my own. You know, I used to dream of having a cool bike of my own.
Of course I don't buy bicycles, because bicycles are of little use to me now. I divided the money into two parts, one to subsidize the family's food expenses, and the other to store supplies for wintering in the opposite world.
Living in that village for two months, I can already understand some simple sentences and words. Winter has come. I can imagine that once the snow starts, most of the activities in the village will come to a standstill. If I want to stay safe in the cabin I don’t know how long the winter will be here. The current food and firewood reserves are definitely not enough. I consider that in addition to exchanging food from other people and finding ways to catch small animals to make jerky, I also need to prepare some additional food and food. Coal for emergency.
My thinking is relatively simple, as long as I secretly expand the hidden compartment under the stone floor of the hut, it will be difficult for others to know how much food I have stored. As long as I am not stupid enough to eat myself fat, it should not attract unnecessary attention .
The first day I got up early in the dark and went to the house of my classmates who raised cows to buy milk and boiled eggs for my parents to eat for breakfast, they were very surprised.
Milk and eggs with a little sugar and steamed buns taste very fragrant. They obviously like it, but they are reluctant to eat it.
I told them there was more, and drank a big bowl of milk in front of them before they believed that it was indeed enough for three people. The two of them happily ate breakfast and went out to work beaming.
This month, my parents' complexion has improved a lot. I wake up in the morning, wash my face, brush my teeth, eat a warm breakfast, and then go to the stall to set up a stall. I am thinking about making a lunch box for them to eat at noon and after school, so that they can eat You don't have to buy a pie to go.
I am still shorter than other classmates. Except for my deskmate, I am about the same size as me. Almost everyone in the class is half a head taller than me. The tall guys in the back row are even taller than me on tiptoe. I hope nutrition If I keep up, I can grow a little taller, but I also understand that my parents are not tall at all, and it may be difficult to achieve my wish to grow taller just by eating well.
Of course, I believe that increased nutrition and more exercise can make me grow stronger and work harder. As for growing taller...it's just a matter of chance.
Two days before the end of the month, I secretly bought some things to go home, and these things were piled up in small piles under my bed, waiting to be transported after the stone gate was opened.
Five packs of milk powder and two woven bags of coal are the most important reserves this time. A small casserole is used to boil water. The dark casserole is not inconspicuous. I plan to stuff it next to a pile of stones when I don’t use it. Should be undetectable.
Others are some small tools in a plastic bag, a small knife, a small saw, scissors, some long nails and a claw hammer, which I intend to use secretly.
Lastly is a very sturdy narrow cleaver that will be kept as a self-defense knife and I hope I don't use it myself.
At the end of the month, there are only two weeks left for the final exam. The teachers of all subjects are urging everyone to review and prepare for the exam. I am not as nervous as others, because for me, who is going to another world at night, it will be more than a month later.
In the evening, Shimen appeared, and the world was enveloped in darkness. I carried a large bag and a small bag and stuffed it across the door. The coal bag was very heavy, but now I have enough strength to throw them all over.
I carried the plastic bag of odds and ends in my hand, the casserole in my arms, and the cold air across the stone gate made me sneeze a little.
The clothes on my body are very old, and the previously damaged areas have been cut into pieces from a rags blanket and sewn on top. These patches make my clothes more ugly than before, but they can provide some warmth.
It took me a long time to move everything into the hut. The fire in the hut has not been extinguished. I worked hard for most of the night to bury the bags of milk powder and coal. The soil I dug out was placed on the outside. The base of the wall, the semi-crypt house can resist the cold and keep warm, maybe it can work in winter.
It is really comfortable to have a casserole. When I was working, I boiled a pot of water and boiled half a potato-like thing. After I finished my work, I ate the thing with hot water and a little salt. All are comfortable.
I am actually a little regretful lying in the grass nest. I can definitely bring a few more steamed buns, even if I eat them tonight.
I was very tired, but I was so excited that I didn't want to sleep.
There is nothing wrong in this world. No one is urging me to get up early. I only need to work for a few hours to get my stomach full. If I can live in my own house and use other world's things without worrying about other people's eyes, then I I think I can have a good time too.
I set myself a small goal: to work hard, to save food and firewood for the winter, and to move out after the heavy snowfall to get a small nest of my own.
After filling in some firewood, I fell asleep with plans and expectations for my future life, and I didn't get up lazily until noon the next day, yawning.
It was a little cold in the hut, but it was much easier to make a fire.
I took out the lighter hidden inside the inconspicuous stone crevice, gathered a small handful of hay and firewood and stuffed it into the fireplace, and ignited the fire easily. Then a thicker branch was placed on it, and the flame quickly rose.
I'm about to go out, and making a fire at this time is very extravagant, but considering that I want to warm up and relax after I come back, it's acceptable to waste it occasionally.
Climbing out of the low entrance of the hut, the cold wind outside was blowing the leaves in the village, and the dark clouds blocked the sun, and it was dark everywhere.
The village is very quiet, hardly anyone is seen outside, and the temperature is obviously below zero, because the place where the urine buckets are often poured by the roadside can now see large and dirty yellow-brown ice cubes.
I shrugged and knocked on the door of an old man's house. His house was a bit more grand than other houses, because his three sons were all capable people in the village. Sometimes his family would organize young men to go hunting in the mountains, so his family also There are a few wealthy households in the village who store a lot of meat, and the big dogs in the village are mainly raised by his family.
His family still has a small field at the head of the village. His family has collected a lot of potato-like things this year. The boiled "potato" soup that other people in the village eat every day is relatively rare in his family, because his family processes "potatoes". Flour it and bake it.
I went to his house to work for him. My job was to wash and peel the hard, fist-sized "potatoes", cut them into small pieces, and beat them hard in the stone trough with a mallet.
After all the fibers are broken up and made into a fine paste, the old man's two daughters-in-law will carefully wrap the paste with clean linen cloths and take them away in a wooden basin. The next work is confidential, so I don't know. How did they turn those starchy gooeys into a floury finished product.
I work steadfastly, I don't cheat and play tricks, and I work carefully. The old man and his family have a good impression on me, so he welcomes me to work at his house.
Compared with the rough people in the village, I like to be clean. When I helped the old man to remove the "potato" skin, he went very thoroughly. After using the mallet, the tools were also cleaned with clean water. I still remember. How shocked was the first time I held the hammer that was stained with thick mud and smelled bad. Their family used that thing to make food for many years.
The "potato paste" made by clean utensils looks better. It's no wonder that the old man's family rarely mashes potatoes anymore, but focuses on the "secret process". Leave it to me, an outsider.
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