It was an unimaginable era, a country was groping for its own path, and ordinary families were looking for a way to survive. The whole country is in a political wave, no one knows what the future will be, everyone knows that this path is always the right one......

On an ordinary day, my father and aunt went to school early, and although they didn't have a little oil and water in their stomachs, they still insisted on going to school. Although the rural people were poor, the people who could afford to read and write the most were the ones who had to send their children to school for education, and the common desire of the fathers, brothers and sisters at that time was not to live a good life, as long as they could have enough to eat a meal, they were already very satisfied.

Erda was the last person to go to school, and grandma handed over a few black-faced steamed buns to Erda.

"You take your brother and their buns, go to school and give them to them!" the second big responded, stuffing the buns into his satchel.

As soon as he left the house, he felt the urge to eat all the steamed buns. I can't remember how long I haven't eaten enough! Every few steps I take, I open my schoolbag to see the ugly appearance of the steamed bun.

Erda's mood is very complicated, will he eat this steamed bun or not? His mind is thinking about the ins and outs of this matter.

It's true that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the two smart brains finally have a plan.

He hid in a corner and looked around, but no one was passing by. He couldn't wait to take out the wrapped steamed buns, and carefully used his fingers to buckle the middle part of the steamed buns, and the second big thought that he wanted to complete the task assigned by his grandmother, but also let my father have nothing to say.

By the time the aunts and father got the buns, it was almost noon.

The amount of steamed buns they got was obviously much less, but at first glance it still looked like an intact nest. But when I broke it open, I found that the middle was hollow.

As soon as their father and aunt saw the appearance of the steamed bun, they knew that it was the second big man who had eaten a steamed bun in the middle, they just smiled faintly, in that situation, in order to fill their stomachs, it is normal to play some tricks, and no one will blame anyone.

My aunt complained about the second university at most on the way to school.

"I ate you dog, why did you eat the buns empty? Leave us a skin! We're too hungry to walk now!"

The second big immediately replied: "Who let you go so early? I have to give something in return!

Compared with the second one, my father and aunt are more honest, even if they are hungry, they will not use means to be opportunistic in the process of dividing the buns.

Grandpa is a cadre in the village, so sometimes he can afford some rare food. One day he came home with a bottle of honey, and that day, his grandmother poured out a little bit of the bottle of honey to satisfy his father.

I didn't expect that there were such sweet things in this world, and that bit of honey was sweet to everyone's hearts. Good things naturally have to be kept and eaten slowly, and it is a waste to eat them all at once.

Grandpa found a ladder and hung the remaining half of the bottles of honey on the beams of the house. Grandpa knew that if he didn't hang up, the second big would definitely not let it go.

Unexpectedly, grandpa's good intentions were discovered by the naughty Erda, who was thinking day and night about how to taste the honey again.

Seeing that the grandfather and they went out in the morning, the second big hid in the dark, quietly climbed over the village wall, and came to the bottom of the bottle of honey.

Erda set up the ladder when his grandfather hung the honey, came to the beam, carefully took off the honey, and drank the honey.

When a bottle of honey is all in the stomach, I don't know what it feels like to be the second one?

Perhaps he was too nervous to taste this kind of worldly masterpiece carefully, so he took the bottle with honey in a panic, filled the bottle with water, and hurriedly hung it in its original position. Then the second university climbed out of the village wall and went to school happily.

Finally survived to the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, in order to add some different flavors to the festival, grandpa decided to take down the bottle of honey and change the taste for everyone.

When Grandpa took off the honey, Erda rushed out of the courtyard gate with a whoosh and disappeared into some corner of the village.

The father and the others were still swallowing their saliva, and the grandfather said to them in disappointment: "This honey is eaten by the dog again, and it is all water!"

All the good things and dreams were shattered at once, and the second big girl quietly returned home after dark. At this time, grandpa and they were no longer angry, and they couldn't vomit what they ate anyway.

Hunger and poverty were common to ordinary rural families in that era.

People always have a better face.

My father is the same, seeing people wearing brand new clothes, he also wants to be like others, and he can wear them well.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and my father dyed one of his blouses black with ink, which at first glance looks a bit like someone's leather jacket. I wiped the broken shoes with a little discarded lard, but I didn't expect the unexpected luster to appear.

But the heavens are not beautiful, that day a heavy rain dyed my father into a black man, and his classmates all looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing that a child from a poor family also wanted to stink!

What exactly is poverty?

Poverty is the dignity of not being able to live.

My father later came to the county to study, and in order to save some money, my grandfather entrusted my father to my aunt's family who lived in the county. As my father's aunt, I naturally love my father as if she were my own child.

However, every time the children of my aunt's family saw this countryman, they felt infinite contempt and disgust for this countryman.

My father was standing in the little town where he was not welcome, in the rain, in the snowstorm, and he was thinking, this is poverty. Poverty is the absence of any dignity.

In order to maintain that poor family, Grandpa paid too much.

In the starry night sky, he carried a load of flax to a place hundreds of kilometers away, and along the way he did not know how many villages he had to pass, and he did not know how many begging and lodging he had to go through before he could reach the county, exchange the load of flax for paper money, and then return home after a day and night trek......

However, those who have experienced those hardships and hardships will never talk about those experiences. When my grandfather was alive, I barely heard him talk about those painful days.

Pick up the slag that fell when eating the bun and feed it to your mouth. How indecent this little unhygienic act is now. But how hard it was in those difficult days......

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