Dusk is quietly coming.

Mrs. Tan prepared a pot of yam pot and old chicken, as well as fried vegetables with leeks, eggs and chicken fat, and waited for Qingshan and Dasha to come back and eat.

However, she was also a little worried. After all, it is different from the past, and now that science and technology are developed, rich people don't burn charcoal to burn electricity.

I don't know if the eight bags of charcoal that the two of them pulled out today can be sold.

If you can't sell it, you can only pull it back. Although it will be warmer to burn some charcoal when it is cold, Mrs. Tan still sincerely hopes that it is best not to keep a bag of charcoal at home, lest some people see that there is charcoal at home and shamelessly ask them to take it for nothing.

After preparing the meal and waiting for a while, Aoyama and Dasha returned.

But when he saw his son's appearance, Mr. Tan was too anxious, and hurriedly walked out of the kitchen and asked, "Dasha, what's the matter with you? Why are your clothes torn?"

Tan Dasha glanced at Liu Qingshan, and replied with a smile: "Mom, this is Qingshan's idea, saying that I want to tear my clothes a little, so that it looks more pitiful, and then others will not bargain when they buy charcoal." ”

Mrs. Tan looked at Liu Qingshan with a panicked face.

Liu Qingshan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Grandma Tan, this is my idea, charcoal is not very easy to sell now, so I thought of this way, if the clothes are broken, you can sew them again, but if the charcoal can't be sold, you can only pull it back and burn it yourself, it's not worth it, don't you say?"

Mrs. Tan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, I thought you fell while riding a bike, it's good that you didn't fall." ”

"How can it be so easy to fall, this is deliberately torn. Tan Dasha laughed twice, then quickly took out the money from his pocket and handed it to his mother, "Mom, look, this is the money from selling charcoal today." ”

Mrs. Tan was holding a thick pile of RMB, and looked at her son incredulously: "Dasha, why is there so much money?"

Although she had never studied, she knew that the pile of banknotes in her hand was probably more than a thousand.

She counted ten of a hundred, and six of a hundred, and added up to more than sixteen hundred.

"Hee-hee, the money from selling charcoal. Tan Dasha glanced at Liu Qingshan, who was silent, and then grabbed the back of his head and said with a smile, "The eight packs of charcoal I brought today have all been sold, so there is so much money." ”

Mrs. Tan stared at the banknote in her hand blankly, still unable to believe that this money was actually earned by her son who was regarded as a fool.

Moreover, it was earned in such a short period of time.

Coupled with the money he spent digging yams in the past few days, it was more than 2,000.

In less than half a month, he earned more than 2,000?

Is this still her stupid son?

Is this still her stupid son who was only instigated by the lazy men in the village before?

Mrs. Tan's eyes were wet, bean-sized tears were falling down, and her nose was sore.

She never thought that her stupid son could be self-reliant, and she never thought that her family, which had suffered for decades, would have such a good life today.

She never dared to imagine that one day, her vulgar and ugly hands would grasp so many new and bright red banknotes.

She cried.

Happy and excited, the sadness of the past is like a torrent that sweeps through her body and cleanses her soul. All the hardships and obstacles are like seeds buried deep in the ground, and in this watering of tears, the most beautiful flowers bloom.

Her eyes were hazy, she clutched the handful of bills tightly, and couldn't help but sobbed softly.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan came over to hold Mrs. Tan's hand, and pretended to smile easily: "Grandma Tan, this is only the money for eight packs of charcoal, if you sell the remaining five packets, as well as the charcoal that is burning in the mountains now, it will have to be thousands of yuan." ”

"Aoyama. Mrs. Tan turned her head to look at Qingshan beside her, excited and moved, "Thanks to you working with Dasha, otherwise, how could he make so much money on his own." ”

"Hey, what's the matter, even if you don't burn charcoal, if Uncle Dasha digs yams, digging for ten days and half a month, there must be so much money. ”

"It's not that simple. Mrs. Tan wiped her tears and said, "You don't know, among the people who went into the mountains to dig yams today, the most people only dug ten catties, and I dug three catties, and now there are fewer and fewer yams in the mountains, and I estimate that I won't be able to dig them in two days." ”

"That's fine, you can sell it for money anyway. Liu Qingshan patted Mrs. Tan's back and comforted, "Grandma Tan, don't worry, with Uncle Dasha's willingness to endure hardships, he will definitely have a good life." ”

If you can endure hardship, you will definitely have a good life.

There is a saying: Only when you endure hardships can you become a superior person.

"Only when you suffer hardship can you become a superior person. ”

The stars followed the ox, looking at the mountains and forests that were getting darker and darker, and with a flat mouth, he said over and over again: "Only when you suffer hardship can you become a master." Only by suffering hardship can you become a master......"

The mountains can't speak, the trees can't speak, the cows can't speak, and if she doesn't say something to herself, she's afraid.

She was only eight years old, and she had been driving the cattle for a day, and now she had finally driven them back from the mountains, and she was already tired, but she was still afraid because of the darkness in her heart.

She is afraid of the dark, especially scared.

She leaned to the cow's side and put a small hand on the cow's belly, feeling the warmth of the cow, well, like...... It's like a real mother's arms.

The warmth spread from the palm to the body, and then to the heart, and it seemed that he was not so afraid.

Then, she thinks of something beautiful to distract herself. She thought that her father went to the county seat today, and maybe he would buy her new clothes, new shoes, and delicious food.

New clothes, new shoes, good food. This was what she longed for and couldn't reach.

Looking at the gradually blurring outlines of the mountains and the shadows of the trees in the distance, she thought again, in fact, it doesn't matter if you don't have new clothes, you can do without delicious food, as long as Dad remembers to buy new shoes that he promised her for a long time.

Because her shoes can no longer be worn.

She glanced down at the shoes she wore on her feet.

It was a pair of army-green liberation shoes, but because they had been worn for two years, they were broken and mended, mended and broken, and her needlework was really lame, so now only black or white messy threads and grass seeds stuck to the threads can be seen on the upper, and the original appearance of the shoes is really not visible.

Actually, it doesn't matter if the shoes are dirty or broken, she doesn't care. But she is only eight years old, her body is growing every year, and her grandfather bought her these shoes last year. I wore it last year, and if I wear it again this year, it will be a bad fit. Not only is the toe so pressed that the toe is not straight, but even the heel is difficult to squeeze down.

Every time I put on shoes, I have to strangle the index fingers of my two little hands so red and painful that I can put them on.

She can not want anything else, really, she can not want new clothes, she can not want good food, but she really hopes that Dad can fulfill his promise and help her buy a new pair of shoes.

She didn't want any other shoes, just the cheapest pair of liberation shoes. As long as it fits, nothing else matters.

With this expectation, she returned to the village with a few cows full of hope.

After putting the cow in the pen, he ran home with the stinging pain of his feet.

She was so desperate for new shoes.

It's like, she longs for a warm mother's love.

However, the room was pitch black, and not a single light was on.

She paused, staring distractedly at the house with clear outlines in the bright lights of the neighbor's house, and the expectation in her heart fell.

Originally, she thought that when she got home, she could see the bright lights, the new shoes that her father bought for her, the warm stove, and the fragrant meals......

However, all this was nothing more than her fantasy.

The house was cold in the night, as if she had been locked up on the roof of the dark building countless times, squatting there quietly, not moving.

However, after thinking about it, she rekindled her hope: Dad has not come back yet, and when he returns, he will definitely bring back a new pair of shoes that fit.

Thinking like this, he quickly wiped his eyes, opened the door and ran into the house.

The first thing I did when I entered the house was to take off my shoes.

It hurts when you put on your shoes, but no matter how painful it is, it won't hurt when you take your shoes off.

The tight, stiff shoes rubbed against the big blisters on her feet, and it felt like a knife had slashed through her little feet, knife and hard shoes.

'One, two, three,....." she counted, and there were five more blisters today, and there were almost ten blisters on her feet now that weren't good yesterday.

But it doesn't matter. She smiled at her devastated little feet and comforted herself, "When Daddy comes back, I'll have new shoes." ”

She wiped away the tears that had been rolling down from the pain again, and ran barefoot to the kitchen.

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