Zhao Min stopped and said, "Forget it tonight, it's so late, Grandma hasn't eaten yet." Eat first, get some rest, and talk about it tomorrow. With that, she went into the kitchen to cook for Grandma.

The next morning, before dawn, Grandma got up quietly, she walked out of Zhao Min's house, walked to the ruins of her house, and looked at the home that she had built with her own hands that had given her warmth, and now it had become a piece of rubble.

She had mixed feelings and sorrow, and sat on the ground and cried in front of this place where she had lived for decades. At first, he was afraid of disturbing his neighbors to sleep, so he only dared to sob, whimpering and recalling every incident that had happened here. When she started building this new house, she just saved a sum of money in her hand, hired craftsmen, bought materials, borrowed tools, and did everything herself. Seeing that other people's houses are built by men, she is not envious, but feels very proud, what men can do, why can't women do it, I have to do it myself.

The walls are getting higher day by day, the roof is being built, painting, making doors and windows, installing glass, and seeing that my house is about to be able to live, how happy I am in my heart, how many times I have to go in and out every day. When the house was finally built, she was busy with the renovation again, the floors, the walls, the furniture, the appliances, all the same, the same bought, the same moved. She went to see it herself, compared it, and chose it, although she was very tired and tired, but her heart was happy and happy, just like when she was about to get married, she was even happier than at that time.

After everything was cleaned up, she took a big lock and locked the door, this is her home, a place she uses to shelter from the wind and rain, eat and sleep, and enjoy happiness with her son. In it, she is the master, she has the final say, and it is her kingdom. The wind can enter, the rain can enter, and the king cannot enter, and when she said this, she was so heroic.

At that time, her son had just started school, and every day he jumped out of the door with his schoolbag on his back, and jumped in again after school at night, shouting all day long: "We live in a big house, we live in a big house." Looking back now, that time was the most miserable time of her life, but also the happiest time for her.

Later, in order to pay off the debt borrowed to build a house, she got up early and worked hard to earn money, as long as it was a job that could earn money, she rushed to do it, even if it was a job of one yuan or two yuan, she also did it, not afraid of trouble. No matter how dirty the work is, no matter how tiring the work, she will take it. In order to save money, she often eats only one meal a day, sometimes she is too busy, she eats in the middle of the night, she is so tired that she falls asleep while eating. In the most difficult time, she only ate one steamed bun, not even a little dish, just a bowl of boiling water, stuffed it into her mouth, and regarded it as a meal.

At that time, she was really capable and dared to fight, and big men couldn't compare to her. More than 100 pounds of burden, pick up and leave, others are unwilling to do the work, she rushes to do it, others think of the work with less money, she also fights to do, some people laugh at her, some people resent her, some people are jealous of her, she doesn't care, just to earn more money and pay off the debt early.

When I come home from work at night, I can count and count the money in my pocket one by one, and I am the happiest thing of the day. Even if the skin on her hands is worn off, even if the shoulders are swollen and painful, even if her waist is so tired that she can't stand up, it hurts to turn over wherever she sleeps at night, and she often can't sleep all night, but her heart is full and satisfied. I worked hard to make money to support my son, I didn't rely on anyone, I didn't cling to any relatives and friends, I didn't bow my head to the rich and powerful, I earned the money cleanly, spent it clearly, and my heart was down-to-earth.

Day by day, the money in the box increased, and she calculated in her heart every day, how much money she had saved, how much money was missing, and how many years it would take to pay it off if she continued like this. She wrote down the money she borrowed on a piece of paper, one by one, and wrote clearly, when she borrowed it, who she borrowed, how much, how much interest, and when she would pay it back. Whenever she saves enough money to repay a person, she takes it to pay it back, regardless of whether it is due or not, she feels that this is other people's money, and it is not appropriate to put it in her hands for an extra day.

Whenever she repaid the money, some people said to her: "Don't pay interest, it's not easy for you." She doesn't follow, she has to give people a lot of interest according to the pre-agreed interest, she thinks that she should count when she speaks, and the interest she says should be given to others, which is already money that belongs to others, and she can't be greedy for money. Every time she paid off a debt, she drew a small flower on it as a gift for herself. The flower was not big, but in her eyes it was the most beautiful and lovely, and every now and then she would draw slowly, gently, and stroke by stroke, as if she were holding a ritual, until she was satisfied. A very simple little flower, she sometimes even paints for half an hour, an hour.

The son was impatient, so he said to her, "Aren't you tired, bring me to paint it for you." She didn't let her, so she had to paint by herself, and her son was tired of seeing her paint, but he didn't know that the most tired time had passed, and now was her most leisurely time, the most relaxed time, and the most enjoyable time. It's easy to finish painting, how can she regret that she finished painting? I want to paint a little longer, how much I look forward to the next time! That is, when it comes to the next time she paints flowers, she should have saved a sum of money, but who can know how tired and how much she will suffer in the process.

After the painting, she admired it proudly, looked left and right, and showed it to her son: "Is my mother's painting beautiful?" How did he know that in his mother's eyes, it was not just an ordinary flower, but the petals, the beads of sweat she fell, the footprints she stepped on, and the banknotes she received. Where would the young son understand this?

All he knew was that he opened his mouth when he was hungry, stretched out his hand when he was cold, and slept sleepily. He never thought about where these things came from, and in his heart, his mother was a cornucopia, and he had everything he wanted. Not only did he not appreciate everything his mother gave, but he often complained that his mother accompanied him too little, did not accompany him to eat Western food, did not accompany him to the park, did not accompany him to play games, and did not accompany him to watch movies.