Seeing that Chengzi's father was angry, Chengzi's mother, who had always been singing to her husband, stopped spilling.

Sobing, he returned to the back room and took out a turban-wrapped package.

After opening it, it was full of change notes such as five yuan, ten yuan, five cents, and two cents.

Da Chengzi's eyes widened in surprise, he had never thought that there were so many banknotes at home.

Usually, the merchant picks a son to the village and asks his mother to buy a jelly bean for a penny, and he has to cry for a long time to succeed.

Now that the uncle has taken it all, Dachengzi is jealous.

"His uncle, as you know, died of bitterness in the past few years. Your old Wang family owes half of the old bad debts outside, and half of them are paid by your second brother. In the past two years, we have been tired and tired, and life has only been a little better. In the future, even if you sell iron, you will have to pay us back, and it will be kept for your nephews to marry their daughters-in-law and go to school. ”

Mom re-wrapped the change one by one and handed it over to the uncle.

"Don't worry, second sister-in-law! I must pay it back! Or I'll make a note for you!"

The uncle was overjoyed to take the package and thanked Chengzi's mother one by one.

"There is no need for written documents! We are all blind and can't understand it! The old and young members of your Wang family are all present, and it will depend on your Wang Shizhong's conscience if you don't pay back the money in the future!"

Mother Wei Lan returned to normal, and in front of her in-laws and uncles, she gave her father enough face.

Dachengzi still remembers that his father and mother quarreled all night that night.

It was also the worst argument his parents had ever had since he could remember.

Dad went out early in the morning, and Mom got up to prepare breakfast for the whole family with red and swollen eyes and big belly.

That day, my mother looked at Dachengzi, and it was also a hundred unpleasant.

A little thing can make her angry, and the dead child and the bad child scold him.

In the evening, the uncle and aunt came over, and the aunt comforted her mother with tears in her eyes, and denounced the old Wang family for a hundred things.

Mother Weilan's evil breath finally stopped temporarily.

Ten days later, my father came back from outside with a dusty face and handed my mother a wad of banknotes.

The sweat-stained banknotes finally swept away the gloom on my mother's face.

She forgave her father, resumed her old diligence and smile, and the whole family was happy again.

Later, Mao Ya told Dachengzi that her father Wang Shichuan was not at home during that time, and they went to the inner mountain to carry trees with their cousin Junzi.

Others go once every two days, each time carrying a cedar tree, but the father of the adult son travels once a day day and night, and carries two sticks each time.

For such a desperate hard work, the return for half a month is fifty yuan of hard-earned money.

I made up a small half of the savings I lent to my uncle.

Maybe let his wife and children suffer hardships, give up his small family for everyone, and the father of the adult son himself will not be comfortable.

So he wants to use this way of sacrificing his life to make quick money to make up for his losses, which can be regarded as a kind of atonement for his mother Weilan.

At that time, the trading of timber and bamboo in the mountainous areas was planned, and it was difficult for ordinary people to get indicators.

Members go into the hinterland of Dabie Mountain to carry trees and bamboos without permission, which is speculative and an illegal act that cannot be made public.

The route taken by the tree bearer is a mountain path without people, and he quietly goes out of the mountain at night.

The buyer of the timber will also contact in advance, and pay the money and deliver the goods at the agreed place.

In the years when the land for self-cultivation and the family sideline business were half liberalized, the life of the farmers became more and more prosperous, and the demand for high-quality timber in the inner mountains also increased.

Whoever has a son or a girl who needs to build a house to make furniture will contact the old local carpenter.

After the price is negotiated, the carpenter will find a reliable acquaintance to carry the tree in the mountain.

In this kind of transaction, whether it is the mountain people who sell the trees, the tree bearers, or the buyers outside the mountains, they all take what they need.

An industrial chain that cannot see the light has been formed, which has been quietly carried out in the periphery of the planned economy very early.

It is a bit like smuggling in border trade later, buying and selling in the era of "dual-track price system", and like "black market trading" in the era of strict foreign exchange control.

At that time, not working and concentrating on a side hustle was the only thing that the "second-rate" people who did not do their jobs were the only ones to do.

A farmer with a bad background like Wang Shichuan, the father of Chengzi, the backbone of a family, has not been forced to a dead end, and generally does not dare to engage in such a livelihood.

Although carrying trees is very profitable, as long as you are willing to endure hardships, your monthly income can exceed the annual work of the production team.

So the day after returning home, Wang Shichuan went to work honestly.

And her mother, Wei Lan, went back to her grandmother's house and bought back two black piglets.

What she thinks about the most now is how to earn back all the losses of Uncle Chengzi in the shortest possible time.

Every time my mother goes to work, she brings a big bamboo basket.

On the way to the end of the evening, they were beaten with pigweed, and when they got home, the three piglets had all the grass they needed for the day.

The kind of industriousness of my mother's youth, like a devout Puritan, was brave, selfless, and persistent.

It's simply an indomitable female fighter, for the faith of the family.

It was an era when doll kisses were prevalent, and both Gangzi and Dogan had cradle kisses.

At that time, there were more men and fewer women in the countryside, and there were many old widows and small widows who couldn't get wives.

If the boys hadn't set up their relatives when they were young, and when they were seventeen or eighteen years old, the already small resources would have been exhausted.

At this time, if you want to ask for a favorite daughter-in-law, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Therefore, the rural culture of finger belly marriage, pillow kiss, cradle kiss, and baby kiss cannot be concluded based on backward feudal folk customs.

They are both products of the times and have the rationality of the times.

Dachengzi's baby parent, mother Wei Lan has also been planning.

She has invited a local matchmaker, and even gave Chengzi's birthday to others.

Wei Lan and his wife are known for their diligence and kindness, and their small life is prosperous.

So Dachengzi's doll pro soon had eyebrows.

"Son, Mama Li's Xiaoni will be your daughter-in-law in the future, do you like it?"

"Chengzi, the neighbor of my uncle's family, that little flower is good-looking, do you like it when I tell you to be your daughter-in-law?"

"The sixth aunt of the trough team has a message, and her little girl is willing to marry us. ”

Every time there is a little girl in her mother's photo, she will always happily tease her son, or discuss with her father Wang Shichuan.

At that time, the social circle of rural people was very narrow.

These people who are willing to marry are either neighbors of the team, grandmother, and grandmother's house, or distant relatives of the production team next door, and few of them are beyond the scope of the commune.

So these little girls that my mother said knew each other and played together.

Hearing her mother say that these girls will be her daughter-in-law in the future, Dachengzi will cry every time.

"Wow, little flower bites me, and pushes me!"

"Woo woo! Xiao Ya caught me! Xiao Ni beat me! I don't want them to be daughters-in-law!"

It's a terrible experience of being bullied by little girls, just like my cousin Maoya.

When Dachengzi was a child, he didn't know if he was ugly, or cute, pickled, and weak, and the hairy girls who played with him would bully him.

It also made him have a fear of women since he was a child, and even affected his normal interactions with women when he grew up.

"Cry! I know how to cry! I will cry again and tell you a spoon girl to be a daughter-in-law!

The old lady got angry and slapped Dachengzi's ass twice.

"I don't want a spoon girl to be a daughter-in-law! I want jelly beans! I don't want a daughter-in-law!"

Dachengzi cried wolf again, in his eyes, the red, green and green fruit candy in the merchant's pick was more expensive than his daughter-in-law.

"My son, which one are you like! The men of the old Wang family are all tough, why did you come up with this coward!"

At this time, it was always the mother Wei Lan who raised her hand in surrender, lovingly picked up the child, and soothed his hurt heart.

"Wei Lan, don't toss around! Dachengzi is going to study and go to school in the future, and now it's a blind money to get married so early!"

Dad's vision is longer than his mother's, and he doesn't want his son to be like himself and stay in the courtyard of the village forever.

"Wang Shichuan, don't forget, if we weren't baby relatives since we were children, you "rightist" lamb would be able to marry a daughter-in-law in this life?"

Mother Weilan's maiden family is a rich peasant and belongs to the defeated class.

In that era when everything was about birth, the daughter of a rich peasant family and the lamb of the "four types of molecules" were a natural pair.

Doll kissing is an agreement between families, although it is not protected by law, for a long time, the solidity of this marriage contract was in no way inferior to today's free love.

If it weren't for the baby kiss with his mother since childhood, his father Wang Shichuan would now have a ninety percent probability of being single.

"Times are changing. ”

The mother's questioning and the father could not refute it, so he used the guise of the times.

"No matter how much it changes, the hat on the head of our mother-in-law can't be removed. Don't take advantage of the opportunity to be a little more relaxed in the past few years, give your son a daughter-in-law, and when he grows up, you will be responsible for beating a single!"

At that time, the ideal of rural mothers was very simple, from the day they got married, their career in this life was to give birth to sons, raise sons, marry daughters-in-law for their sons, and then hold grandchildren.

In their life planning, there is never a self.

Dachengzi's mother Wei Lan is no exception, she is just in her twenties, and she is already worried about hiring a daughter-in-law.

"I don't care!"

Seeing that he couldn't convince his mother, his father picked up the pick.

"You shouldn't have to worry about it, it's not a bad thing!

Mom won, and soon after that, she married a baby kiss to Dachengzi.

It's the youngest daughter of a distant cousin, a chubby little hairy girl.

It's a pity that soon after the reform and opening up, studying and working, doing business and going to school, and moving to residence, the circumstances of life have changed too much.

The fate of the baby between Dachengzi and this distant cousin is gone.

During the Spring Festival of the year I went to college, I went back to Wangjia Dazhuang with my parents, and Wang Jiacheng almost didn't recognize the old people and juniors of the oil mill production team.

On the way, I met an elderly couple, and my parents greeted them warmly, and asked Wang Jiacheng to call them uncle and aunt.

Next to her was a beautiful young woman with two little babies, I don't know if it was their daughter or daughter-in-law.

"Chengzi, do you guess who the old couple is just now?"

After greetings, father Wang Shichuan turned around and asked Wang Jiacheng happily.

"Grandma's relatives, right?"

"Little bunny, they almost became your mother-in-law!

The father sighed and took a puff of cigarette, and Wang Jiacheng's heart couldn't help but throb.

"The girl next to her is named Xiazi, and she is the girl who was originally engaged to you. Everyone has two children, and you're still studying! When will you be able to read this book?"

Mother Wei Lan sighed, feeling deeply sorry for this originally good marriage.

Sitting in the co-pilot of his father's truck, Wang Jiacheng suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry.