Micronovel: Fat Sister-in-law

The rural fat sister-in-law is a down-to-earth and capable farmer. She not only has a good reputation among her neighbors, but also has a very bright brain, seized the opportunity of reform and opening up, and has become a remarkable household of 10,000 yuan in the early 90s of the last century.

But she is a person who came from a difficult era, dresses plainly, never pays attention to how to dress at home, how to wear it when she goes out, she just thinks that as long as she dresses neatly and neatly, she does not show her body.

But once I went to the county seat to do errands, I encountered a heartwarming incident in the hotel.

That day, she walked into a restaurant and said to the waiter, 'Have a bowl of dumplings'. At that time, the waiter was chatting with an acquaintance, and I don't know if the waiter didn't hear her or the waiter didn't look at her, so they ignored her at all. "Waiter, let's have a bowl of dumplings", she raised her voice a little, this time the waiter must have heard, glanced at her, and still ignored it.

At this time, she got angry, raised her voice an octave all of a sudden, and shouted loudly: "Waiter, come to a bowl of dumplings." "

'What are you shouting, you country peasant!' the waiter said impatiently after listening to the fat sister-in-law's words. She was clearly looking down on people when she said this.

'What's wrong with the peasants?' Your mother, your father, your mother-in-law, your grandfather may have come from the peasants. 'If there is no farmer to grow crops, who will you eat!' Call your leader to ......"

At this shouting, many people in the hotel immediately gathered around to watch the excitement, and the waiter lost his eyes in a blink of an eye. The fat sister-in-law continued, 'I eat to give you money, and I don't eat you for nothing, and I can't knock you back three or five times!'.

As she spoke, she took out a wad of 100 yuan bills from the bun bag and threw them on the table, "Do you think this money can buy you a bowl of dumplings?", at this time, the waiter was dumbfounded, and he tried to pay for it. "Auntie, I'm sorry! Auntie, dissipate your anger! What do you want to eat, just order, I'll ask the chef to make it for you immediately......"

Uncle Li is a well-known literati in our local area, he has practiced a good handwriting, and everyone likes to ask him to write gifts and pairs when they have a red and white wedding.

Recently, at a gathering of literary friends, he talked about such a past incident when talking about submission.

One year, a certain unit held a calligraphy competition. Contributors are required to present their resumes. So Uncle Li wrote, 'Li, a native of a certain village in a certain county, a certain township, a farmer. He felt that his work was quite good and should have won the award, but he waited for a long time, and his hope was in vain.

In the second year, the same unit held a calligraphy competition, and the contributors were also required to show their resumes. This time, Uncle Li's resume reads like this: 'Li, a native of a township and a village in a certain county, once served as a grassroots cadre in the countryside. The words are still the same as those written last year, and this time I really won the award.

Friend Xiaowen, like to travel. During a trip, the tour guide held a party and asked each person to put on a program. Everyone sings, dances, and speaks allegro, and none of these talents can bring joy to people.

But the tour guide asked everyone to have a program, and in desperation, Xiaowen read aloud a recent essay he wrote to everyone. The result was not bad, and it received everyone's applause and recognition.

Afterwards, a traveler asked Xiaowen, where did you use to be a cadre? Which school teacher are you? Xiaowen said, I am not at this time, I know that I am passing by delivering water, so I quickly ran up to help Qixing, greeted the leader of the team, and helped Xing back to his own village not far from the embankment.

Wen Guangzhi's home was a well-known old man before liberation, his family had land, a car, a house, and more than a dozen helpers, and there were business shops in the city, although the property was confiscated before liberation, but the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and the life was much better than that of ordinary people.

The family is under the care of his father and uncle, who teach abroad, and his life is still passable. I know that I am a junior high school student, but because of the change of composition, I dropped out of school at home, but I know that the slender figure and beautiful face still attract a lot of young students, plus I know that I am lively, generous and enthusiastic, and some young people are talking nonsense in their dreams: I know it's mine, see who can rob me. The descendants said privately behind their backs: Whoever marries knows is a happy person.

Xing was examined by the doctor, one leg was a little bruised, and there were a little crutches, the doctor said it didn't matter, and it was a good job to rest for a week.

So, Zhi gave Xingduan food and drink every day, and took care of him very thoughtfully, Xingzhi saw that Zhi was so good to him, and the two of them secretly got along after coming and going.

On a moonlit night, the two knelt at the dam and swore that heaven and earth would testify, and the dam would be a matchmaker, and they would be with Zhizhi for the rest of their lives!

In less than a year, Zhi became a bride.

In 1970, Xing's brother became the director of the brigade, and used the power in his hands to send Xing to a factory in the city. He became the right-hand man of the factory manager, and soon changed from a contract worker to a regular worker. I have a son and a daughter under the paint, and everyone envies that it is a living immortal, but I didn't say it in my mouth, but my heart was a little fluttering.

Children should get married, women should get married, the routine of the world, the common sense of people. We are not vulgar people, we have to follow the trend. The son talks about the achievement of the knot, the daughter talks about the achievement of marriage, everything is natural and logical.

The son got married first, and he was happy to have a daughter in the second year after marriage, from pregnancy to birth, all the way, conceived in October, once delivered, a big fat girl landed, the whole family was happy, but he was busy with grandma, happy grandpa, especially when grandma, almost used both hands and feet, non-stop. We, who are grandfathers, have less to worry about, and we don't care about it for a few days.

A few years later, the daughter also got married, the women did not let the eyebrows, and the unwilling to be left behind was quietly pregnant, ten months later it was ripe and the melon was ripe, not inferior, still got a thousand gold, joy fell from the sky, how unhappy!

As the saying goes: If a married woman spills water, she must be managed by her in-laws, so let's worry less.

is also a little helpless, my wife passed away two years ago, and I am the only one left in the family.

The daughter's confinement is full, according to the convention, she should go back to her parents' house for a while, because the number of months is too short, and the child is too young and small, we are a big man, not necessarily managed, and we still have a craft, often busy, I am afraid that the management will not be good, and I have no choice but to tell her mother and mother not to come first, and then wait for some time, and wait for the child to be older.

Time flies so fast, and before I know it, three months have passed, and the daughter has nothing to say when she takes the child back to her parents' house.

In order to welcome the arrival of my daughter and grandson, I made all the preparations, such as the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar on the stove, the bedding list on the bed, which was basically complete, and replaced some of them with new ones.

On the day I first came, I was really happy, it must be the next generation of relatives, the excitement is beyond words, plus the grandson is like a bird just out of the nest, immature and cute, with a pair of discerning eyes, eyebrows expressive, red and small mouth like a ripe cherry, gorgeous with sweet and sour, round face, such as colored peaches, fragrant, clean skin, crystal clear, fleshy buttocks, with the feeling of cotton wool, holding in the arms, there is an indescribable comfort.

Although it is said that my wife is no longer alive, but I am confident, the sword is not old, and I think that it is not a big deal to take care of children, isn't it just to eat, drink, dress warmly, hug and wash, and what else can there be, so I didn't think much about it, and agreed to let her mother and mother live in my house for a longer time.

It is just in the spring of April, the flowers are full of flowers, the fragrance is overflowing, the atmosphere is mild, the breeze is rippling, the wheat is ripe, the fruit is colored, and the air is often filled with a faint fragrance, which makes people intoxicated, the body and mind are comfortable, and the mood is happy.

In the first few days, the child was always crying from time to time, this new environment had to have a process of adaptation, the swallow flew south all the way, and it was a child, it seemed to be normal, there was nothing to say, I was still full of confidence in her "little point".

I am full of joy, full attention, physical and mental devotion, not afraid of hardship or tiredness, busy before and after, all day long, only let my daughter take care of the child's breastfeeding and rest, try to take care of my body, such as cooking, laundry and cleaning, everything belongs to me, almost no sense of busyness, but is in order.

Confident, I raised my head and chest, smiling on my face, and I didn't say anything, but I thought it was just such a management!

After a period of time, I got up early and returned late every day, never rested during the day, the weather gradually got hotter, and the business was busy, so I felt tired, and I was a little anxious at first, and I was almost tired to death at night. My daughter is okay to say, I know how to repay my kindness, be sensible, and help me from time to time, and it's easy to say, but this little grandson is different, he never appreciates it, and he has a "temper" at every turn, and he takes out his housekeeping skills - crying!

Her crying, it's not ordinary crying, it's Meng Jiangnu crying on the Great Wall, and she vows not to stop. Crying is a drop of tears, eyes are straight, often crying out of breath, face blue lips purple, even "turn face" do not recognize people, bad words can not be heard, often give up the most basic pillar of human life - drinking milk. I often made me helpless, I wanted to cry without tears, stomped my feet angrily, raised my fist with hatred, but she did not have the slightest sense of atrophy and fear, but to be more "arrogant", round eyes, feet and hands, bad news crying, forced me to admit defeat and surrender, helplessly put down my hand gently, look at her crying breathless look, feel pity, and have to hold her tightly in her arms, pat Yaoyao, walk east, turn west, and then give her hippie smile to pick up the best words, really pat the horse and whiskers are not afraid of tired, just for her not to cry.

Finally coaxed, she stopped crying, I was sweating and exhausted, I was really angry!

This person's life is also strange, and the most "valuable" and squeamish should be at this stage.

My grandson often doesn't cooperate with me at all, and I am so angry that I forget her milk name, and by the way, I call her a little naughty.

Her life is regular, two hours to feed, this is a strict standard, the little naughty is not to take more mouthfuls, less than a mouthful is resolutely not good, you have to follow her requirements, obey her command.

(To be continued)