She crouched down to see that some of the apples were apparently rotten with only a scar or a small chip. If you cut off those scars and wash them with water, wouldn't you be able to satisfy your hunger?

When my mother thought of this, she beckoned to my father and told him what she thought. The father nodded in agreement. They happened to see a small stream not far away that was flowing with water.

So the mother said to the father, "Then there is a brook somewhere." We picked up all the apples and took them over there to be washed and eaten. Father nodded.

The mother took out a cloth bag from the yellow bag, packed all the rotten apples, and went to the brook, and cleaned up all the places that could not be eaten, and put them aside.

When they had cleaned them all, they washed the apples again and ate them. A person ate about two pounds of apples, felt that his stomach was full, and he had the strength to walk forward again.

My parents walked more than 40 miles to get home. By the time they got home, it was almost eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

Readers and friends, will you scold me when you read this? When I write this, I will hate myself! Maybe God has eyes, and I have suffered so much for my parents, so my life will not be so good in the future, and this is called retribution!

Readers, wait and see what I will suffer in the future.

Before entering the house, my mother thought I might be sitting at a table in the hall reading a book. I didn't expect that I still didn't come back, and I couldn't help but cry again.

But my mother was a diligent person, and when she saw the farm work in the field, she temporarily suppressed the concern for me.

It took about ten days for my parents to arrive home and received my letter. When my mother heard that I had written from me, she cried again with excitement. He hurriedly urged his father to find someone to read to her. My father found a cousin with whom he had a good relationship.

As soon as the uncle read the letter I had written, my mother heard a little bit of fame, so she said to my father, "Our baby has written a letter saying that he has no money to come back, so let's send him some money, and you can borrow some money and send it to him." ”

"No," said my father, "isn't our baby in Zhumadian? It's a long way away, and I still need to send him money, I'll just ride my bicycle to find him, and then I'll pick him up." ”

"Then you can try. Mother said. Then, my father tidied up a little at home, filled half a bag of steamed buns in a snakeskin bag, took the letter I had written, and set out again on the journey to find his son.

My father bought a map of Henan, and asked him to help him find where I was and where he was going to find me, and rode my broken bicycle to Zhumadian—

In this way, my father was tired of riding all the way and found a place to rest for a while, and when he was hungry, he would take out the steamed buns in the snakeskin bag and nibble on a few bites, and then find someone to ask for some water to drink.

Along the way, my father actually inquired about a place called xx only a few miles away from Li Xindian, and obviously inquired about my whereabouts:

An eighteen-year-old boy, from Nanyang, works in the kiln factory of Fu Yong. But he suspected that people were lying to him, and he actually sent the ghost back home. After turning around, I was still ready to borrow money to send it to me.

I got the money from my father from Fu Yong, and I planned to go back the same day. But Wang Fuhai told me to buy a new shirt on the street before leaving.

Then, he accompanied me to buy a shirt and a pair of slippers on Li Xindian Street, and he went back by himself. I stood alone on the side of the road waiting for the car from Zhumadian to Xinyang (this bus passed through Li Xindian).

While waiting for the bus, I saw a girl working together on a brick machine. She was wearing a blue suit with pigtails, tall, and looked mature and plump.

She was pushing a bicycle down the road to the other side, when she suddenly turned around and saw me.

"Nanyang's, what are you doing. "I'm home. I said. "What's going on with you and Zhang He?" "Don't listen to people's nonsense, it's impossible for the two of us. ”

Why do I ask that? It's just because the matter between her and Zhang He has made a lot of noise in the brick kiln factory, and no one knows about it.

When we were in the brick machine, she and Zhang Hehe stacked the wet blanks we pulled onto the shelves. Don't underestimate this job. It's not a job that everyone can do.

There are usually three requirements for the yard blank: first, to be straight, second, not to let the frame fall down, third, to be fast. The output of the billet is here. The reason why Li Youliang asked Zhang He to follow him was precisely because he took a fancy to him.

However, it was not enough for one person to stack the blanks, so they negotiated to choose one of us who were squeezing bricks. As a result, this macho girl named Zhang Chunmei was elected.

Moreover, her level of wet billet is better than that of Zhang Helai. They are fast and naturally have a lot of time to rest. You can't sit still in the time of information, and the two of you will chat together.

When the conversation is hot, you will sit closer, and sometimes your head will touch your head, which is a bit of a feeling of grinding your ears and temples. After a long time, people still thought they were in love.

In fact, despite the fact that people were pointing fingers at them and making irresponsible remarks, the girl didn't care at all. That's why I say she's manly.

But I've never been optimistic about them. Why? Zhang He is not worthy of that girl at all. Although Zhang He is quite capable, he is not as tall as the girl. Under normal circumstances, girls are reluctant to find a boy who is lower than themselves as a boyfriend.

If you see a boy on the street holding a girl's shoulder, you know they're husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend, but if you see a woman holding a man's shoulder, you might think it's his mother.

This book is derived from reading books