The mother is gentle and virtuous, and she is an out-and-out "female man".

At first glance, there is a contradiction between gentleness and virtuousness and "female man", but my mother proved with her own practical actions that she is a perfect combination of these two states.

Gentle and virtuous didn't explain much, saying that she was a female man because her mother took on more than 90% of the family's housework and money-making work. For me before college, she was my god, the day of our family.

When I grew up, I learned that my mother was born in a village called Orime Daying. A family of nine, please don't be surprised, it is indeed nine, parents and seven siblings.

It is inevitable to mention the social background of the time.

My mother was born in the early 50s of the 20th century, not long after the founding of New China. After the double war of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression and the Civil War, the country's population decreased sharply, so the state implemented a policy of encouraging childbirth. Naturally, there is the fact that the mother has seven siblings. Interested friends can look through the historical materials.

Later, with the emergence of the big pot of rice and collective ownership, everyone relied on labor to earn labor to distribute the necessities of life, and the brigades and communes distributed food stamps, meat stamps, oil stamps, vegetable stamps, etc. according to the amount of labor that each household could put in and the population to exchange for living needs. In this way, my mother grew up slowly.

My mother is the fourth oldest in the family, with three older sisters, two younger brothers, and a younger sister. Both her younger brother and sister were raised by her mother, so she had the best relationship with her younger siblings.

I believe that most people will remember the scenes that are so impressive from their childhood. Although this is a bit confusing, I would like to share the most memorable story with you first, and then write it in chronological order according to the overall outline.

When I have a memory, it should be the 90s of the 20th century. Because of the poor living conditions at home, I still wore open crotch pants when I was five or six years old. I checked with my mother, and it was true.

At that time, in order to improve the family's life, my mother raised a lot of broiler chickens and rabbits in my small yard. There are about 20 of them! I can't remember the exact number.

At this time, some people may think, in those days, the family was so poor and could still raise so many chickens and rabbits, where did they get the money to buy breeding rabbits and chickens? Isn't this inconsistent? In fact, the root of all things is poverty. There will be next, if you are poor, you will think about change, change will be easy, and change will be long.

There is a farm about 5 kilometers from home, and my mother accidentally discovered that the farm will throw chickens and rabbits that cannot be raised for various reasons, such as disabled or sick, to the door of the farm and let them fend for themselves.

This is great news for my mother, who has an eye for "spotting" business opportunities, and because she is a home-based woman, she has to give her a thumbs up in this matter.

So, the mother went to the door of the farm every day to bring these discarded animal cubs home.

The initial farming was really hard. For example, after the shell is broken, the chick, which has only one leg, cannot walk at all, let alone stand up to eat, and the mother holds it in her arms every day and feeds it one bite at a time, day after day, never stopping.

At that time, I couldn't afford to buy feed, so I could only feed some leftover steamed bun residues from the family. In addition, there are those who are congenitally blind, congenitally unable to stand up, those who have one eye, those who lack arms and legs, those who have blood in their stools every day, those who have internal organs, and those who are dying...... In this way, the mother forcibly fed these chickens and rabbits who could not take care of themselves day by day.

Dripping water pierces stones, iron pestles form needles, and quantitative changes finally cause qualitative changes.

Although I dare not say that 100% of the chickens and rabbits I picked up survive, with the perseverance and hard care of the mother, the mother has improved the quality of life of the family more or less by relying on these chickens and rabbits.

Later, after the farm closed down, it was naturally impossible to continue to pick it up. But the mother can have her own money to buy more breeding rabbits and hens, and when the chickens and rabbits are raised, she can sell them for money or for the family.

Of course, although I raise it myself, I am always reluctant to eat it myself. At the time, I thought it would be more appropriate to exchange it for some other necessities.

So, of course, my playmates are these cute little animals. As soon as I woke up in the morning, my mother helped me put on my crotch pants, and I happily ran out of my yard to play with my "friends".

Actually, I was chasing them everywhere, and they were desperately trying to dodge them in my "crazy and endless" chase, "for fear" that I would catch them.

So I often enjoy that happy life in the days when the chickens fly and the dogs jump.

The happiest time is when the mother feeds the chickens.

She holds a large basin of homemade "chicken feed" the size of a grain of rice. In order to save the cost of feeding, the mother prepared all kinds of leftover steamed porridge and other leftover rice mixed together as feed, and poured the chicken feed into a uniform trough for them to eat.

At that time, because they had their own small yards, all the small animals were free-range, which absolutely met the standards of pure natural, pure green, and pollution-free breeding.

Over time, the innate stress of animals makes them "fond" of the pot of feed.

Whenever the mother picked up the empty pot for making feed, all the chickens quickly gathered around the mother. Staring at the basin in the mother's hand with impatient and longing eyes, the sound of "coo, coo, coo" came out of his mouth. Maybe it's trying to say, "Eat, eat, we're going to eat"?

Every time my mother was about to bring a pot to feed, I quickly followed her side. Because I know that when they want to "surround" my mother, they can also "coo......coo" around me.

Only then will they not avoid me, but will take the initiative to "come to" me. I can greedily pet their wings and necks, and the big cockscombs of the roosters, and enjoy them vigorously.

After a long time, I "painted a scoop according to the gourd", self-taught, every day according to my mother's method, holding a feed basin in my left hand, holding a small wooden stick in my right hand, and leading the chicken troops to "rush and kill" all over the yard, at this time I am the commander of the "chicken head", not to mention how proud I am in that proud little look.

When I think about it now, I am occasionally proud, and it seems that my IQ is indeed not low.

There are always many things in the world that don't work out as people want them to be, let alone my little boy. It is said that we must be prepared for danger in times of peace, take precautions, get carried away, and never forget our roots, but how can a little kid know this.

Otherwise, now novels like rebirth with memory have such a strong sense of substitution, they are rare, and even many TV movies have been made, such as "Xun Qin", "Charlotte's Troubles" and the like, everyone wants to live again with memory, so that those who regret no longer regret it, and let what is lost no longer lose ...... But that is always a latent desire and sustenance in people's hearts.

Just like the story of the wolf, the little boy lied so many times that all the sheep were eaten by the wolf. My experience is similar to the story of the wolf, this time my little wolf cub was chased by a sheep, uh, to be precise, a chicken and ran all over the yard.

It's really "Longyou Shoal was played by shrimp, and Tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs......!"