"Man does not live in the world just to eat, but he lives in the world and must eat. Maslow proposed 5 levels of human needs, ranking physiological needs after safety needs, which shows that as long as you are still panting, eating is the primary pursuit. This kind of pursuit transcends race, class, and all social factors.

Since moving to the Mingyue community on Xicheng Street, when I do morning exercises on the balcony, I will see a valuable private car parked in front of the breakfast shop that specializes in sticky rice across the street. A big boss got out of the car, swaggered and sat down at the dining table on the sidewalk outside the store, and then ordered a 2 yuan glutinous rice and sweet soy milk like an ordinary salaryman.

Sitting next to him are sometimes employees of state-owned enterprises, sometimes school teachers, sometimes tricycle drivers, and sometimes unemployed vagrants. But no matter what the status, those people and the boss were actually the same kind of people at that moment.

A group of people whose primary goal is to fill their stomachs.

Actually, I know the big boss.

Once, at noon, he took his wife and children, as well as me, a guest, to the hotel for a very luxurious restaurant. I distinctly remember that meal cost 865 yuan, which is equivalent to a month's salary for my lover. But the boss told me that eating such a meal was just to reward his child, who took the first place in the class in math in the final exam.

At that time, I was shocked to realize for the first time that the strength of the spending power between people in this society has actually widened the gap between people's lives. Such an extravagant meal, many people in this world may never have the opportunity to enjoy it once in their lives. But this big boss did it lightly.

I should be ashamed and despised for his extravagance, but I have no reason to do so. Because I was also one of the beneficiaries of that meal. I'm ashamed. But if I pick up the bowl to eat and put down the bowl to scold my mother, that will be even more wrong. After all, if a person can't even keep this most basic bottom line, he is too unkind, too irrational, and too unintelligent.

I'm definitely not that kind of person.

I also often teach my son, who won the first prize of the city's primary school student Olympiad but did not receive any awards, must not be an unkind, irrational and unintelligent person.

This morning, I saw the boss pass downstairs again, but his car didn't stop. The trading company he opened had moved its headquarters to a new place, and I heard that the newly renovated office building was luxurious and magnificent, and it was definitely not worth a 2 yuan a civilian breakfast.

I walked back to my bedroom after my morning exercise, pushed open the window and looked to the east, where there were still patches of tiled houses that could not be seen at a glance, still retaining the original appearance of the old city twenty or thirty years ago. The people who live in it still eat breakfast for 2 yuan a piece.

I don't know how long this 2 yuan breakfast, which brings people hope all day long, will last in Oucheng District. But I have a faint sense that the pace of the era in which we live is moving forward at a speed that we cannot understand.

Life, perhaps, will soon step into a whole new world. Just like the big boss, before you and I have time to react, we have already skipped the 3rd and 4th levels of human needs and gone straight to the top of life, and we no longer need to think about eating. Of course, he didn't get out of the car to eat, by no means because he became an immortal.

He didn't get out of the car, just because his newly recruited female secretary had already arranged everything for him in the morning.

Breakfast is included. ”

Lin Miao put down the pen, and the time was almost evening.

After writing this article, the progress bar is just two-thirds of the way through.

In the last few articles, Lin Miao's complaining strength is not very strong, and she has begun to get closer to the path of traditional essays, planning to give Lao Lin a good start and a good end. The work of sealing the pen and collecting the mountain cannot be sloppy. Otherwise, it's easy for books to not sell......

As for the question of what should be relied on to subsidize the family next after the publication of "Hair Micro", Lin Miao has not considered it so far, but in fact, there is no need to think about this problem so early.

Because don't look at Lao Lin and Jiang Ping now, they often spend money like running water, but in fact, the family's finances are still stable.

First of all, the daily expenses are not high, and it is nothing more than that you need to solve the dinner by yourself. In addition, the rent is not a problem, and the combined manuscript fees of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" and "Growing in the Courtyard" are at least enough to support three or five or seven years. Coupled with Lao Lin and Jiang Ping's salary income, the small life of the family is indeed nothing to worry about Lin Miao for the time being.

Lin Miao has been working on a tight pace of life since she started writing "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard".

Now that the New Year is approaching, he plans to finish the draft of "Growing in the Dark" as soon as possible, and then rest for ten days and a half months. Otherwise, the spirit is indeed a little unbearable. After all, banknotes are valuable, the development price is higher, and they have been living under pressure, and it is not good to affect the growth, and the previous life was already short, so I don't want to counterattack in this life, but in any case, I can't have negative growth. Otherwise, it is really difficult to marry a daughter-in-law......

Putting down the pen, Lao Lin picked up the manuscript and flipped through it, and saw a slight pause somewhere, with an expression on his face that he wanted to discuss a few sentences with Lin Miao.

Lin Miao didn't give Lao Lin a chance at all, and directly scolded him, dispelling his thoughts: "Dad, don't ask, don't say, everything is silent, at this moment, let's spend it quietly around the coffee table." ”

Lin Guorong's face was full of question marks.

Lin Miao changed his words and said: "Anyway, I won't listen to what you say, and you won't understand what I say, let's not discuss the article, it's not that I don't want to teach you, it's really not good for you to be the foundation of this language." ”

Lin Guorong is unhappy now.

Speaking so directly, dad doesn't want to lose face?

He couldn't help frowning, and retorted with a little boast: "It's not that I don't understand anything at all! Those reports on the street used to be all written by myself, who said that your father didn't write well?"

Lin Miao saw that Lao Lin's reaction was a little big, probably hurting his self-esteem, so he quickly restrained his tone and said to the steps: "Okay, tell me, what do you think is wrong?"

Lao Lin then stopped, and then pointed to the four hundred grids with a serious face and said, "Look at the comma in this place, is it better to change it to a dun number?"

Lin Miao fell into a short silence, and after a moment of silence, she turned her head and shouted at the master bedroom: "Mom, get up, send me to the Children's Palace!"

Jiang Ping immediately ran out and asked, "Why don't you go over after dinner?"

Lin Miao ran to the door, avoiding Lao Lin's eyes while putting on her shoes, and lowered her head and said, "I miss my piano ...... so much."

Jiang Ping said strangely: "Didn't your teacher Zhong say that you can't play?"

Lin Miao blurted out: "If you can't do it, you have to practice more!"

At this time, he listened to Lao Lin behind him and smiled, and said as if looking for face: "Your talent for learning musical instruments, you are not as good as Dad, when Dad's youth was young, any musical instrument was taught by himself......

Lin Miao couldn't help but squint her eyes, and secretly slandered in her heart: Actually, you have to fight with me to win or lose, Lao Lin, are you naïve?

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Jiang Ping made a critical hit, and scolded Lao Lin: "Blow, blow, blow, you know blow! I have been married to you for so many years, when did you get a musical instrument?"

"You know a fart! How old was I when I married you? I'm talking about when I was seventeen or eighteen years old!" Old Lin was anxious, and slammed the coffee table to stand up, startling Lin Miao and Jiang Ping.

Lin Miao saw Lao Lin with an angry face, walked a few steps back and forth in the living room, and then suddenly gritted his teeth and said a cruel word: "Lao Tzu will buy a piano tomorrow and come back, I'll show you!"