Sisters (short story) Zhang Baotong 2016.4.26

1. When my sister returned to the house, she was still helpless and depressed, and there seemed to be traces of tears. The younger sister knew that her sister must have not found a job again, but she felt as if her sister had cried, and she couldn't help but be stunned, so she stopped breastfeeding the child and carefully asked her sister what was unpleasant.

My sister let out a long sigh, smiled bitterly, and said that it was okay, and she ran for another day in vain, and she didn't find any work. As he spoke, he took the child from his sister's arms and teased the child with a happy face. In fact, she had just cried, and she had been crying almost all afternoon.

In order to find a job, she took out 60 yuan from the few money she had and handed it to the labor agency, but the people at the labor agency let her go to two places, but the people there picked and picked four of them, deliberately questioned her in a difficult way, and sent her away. Only then did she know that people were cheating her, so she pestered them to return her money. However, the people at the labor office said that they had already introduced her to a job and would not give her a refund.

Thinking that it had been almost a month since he had been in the city, and that he was about to run out of money, not only did he not find a job, but he had lost so much money, so he cried and quarreled with the people at the labor office all afternoon. She didn't want to pour out the grievances in her heart, but she was afraid that her sister would not be able to hold her breath, and after hearing it, she would be anxious and lose sleep at night.

At night, my sister tossed and turned, tossing and turning, and stayed awake all night. The next morning, I went out without eating. My sister stayed in the house with the child. This house is in an urban village called Inoue Village in the northern suburbs of Xi'an, and the village is full of outsiders who have come to the city to work. The house they rented was in the northernmost part of the village, and it was also the cheapest house in the village, on the first floor, about 123 square meters, and the monthly rent was 50 yuan.

Thinking of my sister's sad and worried demeanor last night, my sister felt panic and felt deeply remorseful. My sister could have stayed at home to take care of her children, serve her husband, and live a peaceful and stable life, but it was her troubles that forced her sister here to worry about her crimes.

After she divorced her husband, her sister was afraid that the other party would come to the door to make trouble and snatch the child, so she brought her and the child here. I thought that I could find a job quickly, earn three or four hundred yuan a month, enough for the three of them to live, and when the child is a little older, I will give her a family in the local area, and leave the mountain hometown that she can't even think about forever. However, things are not as simple as they imagined. Seeing that the money she brought was about to run out, her sister hadn't found a job yet. How can this not make people anxious?

My sister has to go out every day to look for work, and she always returns to the house after dark. Although my sister stayed in the house, she frowned all day long, and her heart was not settled.

However, my sister came back very early this day, with a happy face and a sugar gourd in her hand. My sister couldn't help but be a little puzzled, thinking that she didn't even have the money to buy food at the moment, how could my sister be willing to take the money to buy this thing? Could it be that my sister had already found a job? My sister said, I don't need to look for it, I can make sugar gourds and sell them. My sister said, "You can make sugar gourds?" My sister said, "What is it that people don't do?" I can try to do it.

The next day, my sister was busy all day, and she put together the rest of the money, bought some sugar and hawthorn, and tied some wheat straw with a wooden stick to make the edge of the sugar gourd. My sister happily said to my sister that a sugar gourd in the market costs five dimes, and we only sell three cents, and we can sell seventy or eighty strings a day, and it is not a problem to earn one or twenty yuan, which is much better than working for others. My sister's tone was full of confidence and success, which made my sister change from suspicion of her sister to admiration at the beginning, feeling that her sister was indeed capable and courageous, and at the same time, she suddenly felt that her life was taking a turn for the better.

When they have prepared everything that needs to be prepared, they start making zuò sugar gourds. They melt the sugar in an iron pot and put the hawthorn skewered with bamboo skewers into the syrup. However, things are not as simple as they imagined. The syrup does not stick to the hawthorn. The sugar gourd they tried did not have the effect of the sugar gourd sold in the market at all. The sugar gourd they make is not to mention selling for triangular money, but no one eats it if they give it away for nothing.

My sister sighed repeatedly, looking depressed. My sister comforted my sister and said, no, I'll go to the market tomorrow and ask people what they are doing. My sister shook her head and said, people won't tell you. Yesterday, I asked people for a long time, but they didn't tell me. Hope was dashed again, and he lost twenty or thirty yuan. Originally, the money would have allowed them to live for at least a few more days. But at the moment, they felt a kind of extreme panic that they didn't know how to deal with tomorrow.

My sister stayed awake all night, so that when she got up in the morning, her haggard face had lost weight again, and her eyes were a little bloodshot. She didn't eat breakfast, so she borrowed a neighbor's tricycle, threw the board and the only half bag of noodles left in the house into the car, and went to the market.

When my sister was not at home, my sister felt that the day was very long, and her heart seemed to be filled with inexplicable sorrow and loneliness. But what made her most uneasy was that her brother-in-law had asked someone to call her home several times. She knew that her brother-in-law had to work in the fields, and that her two children, one was four years old and the other was already in school, and they all needed to be taken care of by her sister. However, she was afraid that her sister would leave her. If my sister really went back to her hometown, she would stay alone with this three-month-old child, in this unrelated and helpless city, and if she wanted money and no money, what should she do in the future?

She grew up in the impoverished mountains of Shangluo, and the first time she went out to come here, she was so strange and indifferent to her. She has not yet had the experience and experience of living alone in a different place. But she also knew that her sister would not leave her here like this.

Because she had a baby, she didn't get up until late. This way she could make lunch instead of breakfast, and she had already formed a habit of doing so. For lunch, too, a handful of vegetables is served with noodles and boiled on a honeycomb coal stove. My sister often told her to eat better, so that she could have milk to feed her children, and she would not owe her body. However, she was worried that she would not even have food like this in a few days.