"As long as it's really poor, of course you can apply." The principal said without hesitation: "When you have completed all the formalities and started the class, report the name to your homeroom teacher." The school will make an on-the-spot adjustment according to the list, and those who meet the requirements will be included in the ranks of poor students, and then issue a bursary of four yuan per semester. ”

The principal's words filled Liang Xin's heart with hope, and she said countless words of thanks to the principal before leaving. The joy in my heart was suppressed at first, but the moment I walked out of the school gate, I couldn't hold it back at all.

Thirteen-year-old body, thirteen-year-old age, even if there is an adult living in it who has experienced all kinds of life, he is jumping up and down with joy at this moment. The ponytail swayed behind him, and the gray cloth satchel on his body shook with his posture, witnessing the beautiful beginning of a good year.

Liang Xin walked on the street for a long time before he gasped slightly and really calmed down. She raised her hand to wipe the beads of sweat oozing from her head, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and looked at the slightly gray street scene, her eyes shining like stars in the sun.

Because it didn't take long to go to the school to ask about admission, it was still early when Liang Xin was happy. She looked at the position of the sun hanging in the sky, and thought that it would be a waste of time to go back, so she didn't plan to go back so early.

Thinking about it, Liang Xin went to the market again. The market in Fenshui Town, on the well-off street in the town, dispersed by noon, and by the afternoon there were only three or two stalls left in the middle of the town.

Liang Xin found a wicker weaving shop, took out the only dime he had, and bought a wicker basket. Out of the shop, I looked for a place where no one was on my back with a basket, and secretly changed half a frame of Yali to come out. I carried the basket on my shoulder and tried it, and I was almost able to carry it, so I carried it back to Xiaokang Street.

Liang Xin didn't have the money to buy any more scales, so he could only look at the people who were still sticking to the stall. After watching it for a while, I went to an old man who sold sweet potatoes and put down the basket.

The old man was wearing a straw hat, and was sitting on the broken snakeskin pocket on the ground smashing dry tobacco, and when he saw a little girl, he took a look at it more, and said loudly: "The girl came out to set up a stall?" ”

"yes." Liang Xin responded, took out a pear from the basket, and sent it to the old man: "Uncle, eat a pear." ”

Seeing that it was a rare thing like fruit, the old man was not polite, smiled and took it, and said, "The market has long been dispersed, you come to sell it now, I'm afraid you won't be able to sell much." ”

"It doesn't matter." Liang Xin said: "My tree grows on it, and my family can't finish it, so I will think of something to sell." ”

"The girl is very good at living." The old man said as he put the pear in his jacket pocket.

Liang Xin squatted down in front of his back basket, looked at the old man and smiled: "Uncle, why don't you eat?" ”

"I'm going to eat this." The old man said: "Take it home and give it to the eldest grandson of the family!" ”

The smile was still dyed on the corners of Liang Xin's mouth, she moved, glanced at the sweet potato in the old man's frame, and asked: "In the past, everyone ate potatoes and was injured, can they still sell it?" ”

"There is also a limit to selling." The old man said: "It's all some people who don't have land at home, so I bought them home and gave them to the baby." The babies born in recent years are all blessed, and the days are getting better and better, and some are just like this. ”

"This baby born in the future is even more blessed." Liang Xin said with a smile.

Later generations say that the children of the post-80s generation are all soaked in honey pots, and they can't suffer or be tired. Later, there were post-90s, and most of the old people directly scolded the post-90s for being brain-dead. Later, the post-90s generation began to have a family and children, took on social responsibility, and withdrew from the stage of public opinion, and then it was the turn of the post-00s.

The world is changing so fast that people are caught off guard.

Liang Xin and the old man were playing indiscriminately, and her legs were numb, and the old man kindly handed her a snakeskin bag. Liang Xin thanked him, spread the snakeskin bag on the ground, took off the weight on his legs and sat down, and exhaled: "I don't know how hot it will be this day?" ”

"It's going to take some time. There is also an autumn tiger, and after that while, it can slowly cool down. Seeing that the rice will be harvested again, the family will be able to live a good life for a few days. While talking to Liang Xin, the old man emptied the dry cigarette ash from the dry cigarette butt. When it was empty, he wiped it with the corner of his clothes and hung it on his waist.

"At present, the state does not allow us peasants to enter the city at will, and we still rely on that little land to make a living. After a while, I will be allowed to work in the city, and life will be much better. It won't be like this time, collect more and live better. If the land is smashed, it will have to be poor for a season, and you can only tighten your belt to live. Liang Xin squinted.

The old man looked at her and said with a smile: "The girl is not very old, but she talks in a set way." We don't want to go that far, but now we're very satisfied. In the early years, each family's ration was fixed, and they had to earn a share of the work. How to plant the land, what to plant, how much to plant, we can't be the master of everything. That's a good land, it's all a waste. Now, the package production is delivered to the household, and we can plant what we like. It doesn't matter if you don't have money, let's eat what we grow in our own fields. Buy some seeds, do you want to eat small greens or white radish? Man, you have to know contentment. ”

"Uncle is right." Liang Xin responded to the old man's words and had a lot of mess with him. In short, it is good to sit and sit, and it is good to talk and pass the time.

Because of the hot weather and the back market in the afternoon, few people went to the street to buy things, so Liang Xin didn't sell pears in the afternoon. It wasn't until the evening, when the factory was off and the school was out, that people came and went. Seeing people passing by, Liang Xin shouted twice very skillfully: "Sweet Ya pear, three points and one catty, come and taste it." ”

After two shouts, a man on a bicycle finally got out of front of the basket. Liang Xin saw that there was a business, and hurriedly laughed and said: "Do you want to buy Ya pear?" Three cents a pound. ”

"So cheap?" The man picked one up and put it in his hand and turned it upside down: "Is it sweet?" ”

"You taste it, it's not sweet, you don't want money." Liang Xin answered habitually, when he sold melons, fruits and vegetables in his previous life, he sold them like this. Generally, if you taste it, you will buy a little bit. But whether the pears are sweet or not, she hasn't tasted one yet, and she really doesn't know.

The man was not polite, he rubbed the pear on his sleeve, and took a bite. Crisp, sweet, and delicious, the man nodded with great satisfaction: "You're selling at a loss, right?" ”

"Don't lose money." Liang Xin said with a smile: "It's back to the market, so I have to sell it cheaply." And it grows on your own tree, and there is no cost. Three points and one pound, all the money. ”

"That makes sense." The man took another bite and couldn't help nodding: "You weigh me seven catties, count two cents, can it be successful?" ”

"It's done." Liang Xin agreed, turned around and asked the old man to borrow it.

The old man handed over the scale and said with a smile: "Why don't you bring anything when you come out to sell?" ”

Liang Xin smiled embarrassedly: "Trouble uncle, you can bring two catties of pears home for your grandson to eat later." ”

took the weighing, weighed seven catties of pears to the man in front of him, and charged him two cents. The man put all the pears in the satchel he was carrying, got in the car and left.

As soon as the man left, the people who were originally sticking out their heads behind him to watch the excitement all came up and asked, "Is it really sweet?" If you weigh me less, I'll ask for three or four. I'll go back and taste it, eat it, and buy it from you next time. ”

"Oh, okay." Liang Xin responded.

After weighing four, someone asked for three. Scattered and scattered, half a basket of pears was sold for a while, and only three remained. Liang Xin counted the money he made today, and held it a few bits, counting it to more than four cents. After counting, she put all the money into the inner seam pocket of the satchel, and then bent down to take out the remaining three pears and send them to the old man: "Uncle, thank you today, you can take this home and eat it." ”

The old man smiled and said while picking up the pears, "Then you're welcome." ”

"You're welcome? I've sat in your snakeskin bag for half a day, and I've been weighing you for so long! Liang Xin smiled and returned the snakeskin bag and the scale to him, carried the basket to his body, and said, "Uncle, I want to go home, aren't you leaving?" ”

"I didn't sell a dime a day, and I walked away." The old man moved the unsold sweet potatoes to the cart, collected the snakeskin bags and other things, and instructed Liang Xin: "It's a little dark, be careful on the road." ”

"Okay, uncle, be careful."

After saying goodbye to the old man, Liang Xin recalled what the principal of the school told him and the fact that he could go to school on Monday, and his heart was still happy. No matter how far the road is, it doesn't feel far now. She hummed a tune in her mouth, kicked two pebbles on the way, and hurried home in a good mood.

It wasn't until it was dark that I arrived at the front of the house. She opened the fence and called, "Grandma, I'm back." ”

Grandma Liang poked her head out of the house: "Why did you come back so late?" But I'm going to be in a hurry, and I'm trying to tell your uncle to come to you. It's good to come back, come in and eat. ”

"Is Liang Yue home?" Liang Xin carried the basket into the house, put the basket down and went to serve porridge, the porridge is a handful of cornmeal burned, yellow-orange-orange, although it is very rough, but it smells very fragrant.

"I was coaxed back by Ah Jun." Grandma Liang went to the hanging basket and took two pieces of pancakes, put them on the table, stretched out her head to look at the back basket, saw a few pears, and said, "Where did you get this thing?" ”

"Didn't you go to town? Brought to you. Liang Xin brought the porridge, put it on the table, and turned to get the chopsticks.

"Where did you get the money? What do you do when you buy something that doesn't reach your mouth? "Grandma Liang is disgusted.

Liang Xin sat down at the table and handed a pair of chopsticks to Grandma Liang's hand: "Let's just have a good time in our mouths!" ”

Grandma Liang pretended to hit her with chopsticks, Liang Xin grinned and exclaimed, "Wow, today there are not only pickle skins, but also salted duck eggs!" ”

"At that time, there were not many ducks in total, and they were all pickled by me. That's all there is left at this time, hurry up and eat! Grandma Liang delivered the salted duck eggs to Liang Xin.

Liang Xin took the salted duck egg, happily knocked on the edge of the table, and picked up the broken shell twice: "My grandmother and I are half ......."

Before the words were finished, a person suddenly appeared at the door, and said: "It turns out that the eldest sister is happy here with us on her back, no wonder I don't want to go home......"