"Auntie, if you decide not to do it, then let's do it alone, I'll do it alone. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I asked my eldest brother and sister-in-law to take care of it. ”

"That's okay, then you can order the goods yourself, you make a price, and you have the final say."

Tu Bamei didn't have the heart to stay with the store anymore, not to mention how many grocery stores there were in the newly opened row of stores in the town, but there were small shops selling daily necessities in every village, and this business was no longer done.

On the way back, Tu Bamei met Cai Butcher in Lijiaping, who put down the butcher's knife the year before last and stopped killing pigs and selling meat for a living. Tu Bamei hadn't seen him for more than a year, and now that she saw him dressed up and looked new, she asked him where he came from? Where did you make a fortune?

"What kind of fortune, not that life." Cai Tuhu said: "My uncle and brother co-founded the mine last year, and they brought me to take care of some things in the mine for him. He also bought this dress, and I really don't like to wear it unless I am allowed to wear it. ”

"Open a coal mine?" In the past two years, Tu Bamei has also heard that someone has opened a coal mine, and when she heard him, she came to God, "What is the reputation of this coal mine, is it easy to make money?" ”

"There is money to be made from coal, but the cost of making a living is large and the risk is also large."

"The risk is great, as long as it is not illegal."

"That's right, I'm not afraid of anything else when I do this, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the dead." Speaking of dead people, Cai Butcher's demeanor was slightly unnatural.

"You know how much it costs to open a coal mine? If you don't know, ask your brother for me. ”

"Listen to you, you want to mine?"

Tu Bamei was very dissatisfied with the surprise on his face, "Why, the coal boss doesn't have a woman?" Women can't open mines? You go back and ask for me. ”

"That's okay, I'll ask ...... when I turn around" Cai Tuhu didn't finish his words and caught a glimpse of Yongjun, and Tu Bamei also saw it.

Yongjun pedaled her bicycle down from the bridge opposite the power plant, turned past the small hospital and headed towards the three canteens, she pedaled the bicycle as fast as she could.

"Why did this big girl get off work before three o'clock?" Cai butcher asked.

Tu Ba Mei snorted coldly, "If you have nothing to do, you won't come back." ”

The efficiency of the factory is not good, the production tasks are few, and the eight-hour work day has almost been abolished. Most people are not laid off, but they have nothing to do, and there are a lot of people who go to the factory every day and come back. A very small number of laid-off young people have gone out to fend for themselves, and those who have not gone out spend their days playing cards in mahjong parlors. Mahjong parlors abound in various villages, many people make a living by opening mahjong parlors, shouting at the throat after eating, and the bicycle army that used to commute to work has become history, and it is gone.

Tu Bamei returned to the village and walked to the door of the house, and Yongjun immediately glared at him angrily. Tu Ba Mei lowered her eyelids, raised her feet and entered her own house, put down the cloth bag and took a few turns in the room. In a panic, she was looking for something to do, and the army fell and beat in the next room.

As soon as the army came out of the factory gate, they noticed that the atmosphere in the town was not right, and Maoer bought a private car and came back, which was a big news, which naturally caused heated discussions. Yongjun rode down from the crossroads, and when he passed by the clothing store opened by Yuan Bin, he was stopped by the fifth child who was standing outside the door chatting with Yuan Bin.

Lao Wu reported to her about the cat's ear, Yongjun's heart was like knocking over the five-flavor bottle, she rode to the small shop to find Tu Bamei, Jiang Youchun told her that Tu Bamei had only been gone for a while, so she got on the car and hurried home.

This will support the army in the room over there and beat Tu Bamei to listen, Tu Bamei doesn't squeak here, let her make trouble.

Yongjun beat her for a while and began to denounce her, "I was only fifteen years old when my father died, and I couldn't open my eyes in the winter, and I was greedy for the hot quilt, as long as you got in bed, I forced myself to get up." Do you think I'm willing to dig out the stinking pig? Are you willing to stay up under the lamp and take the soles of your shoes every night when you can't open your eyes? I can't pick up a load of water, I will carry half a load of water, I fell down in the winter, and the palm of my hand was bleeding and hurting, have I cried to you? In the summer, the flat shoulder grinded my shoulders and bleed, did I complain to you more than half a sentence? ”

The more Yongjun spoke, the more angry he became, "You are not the only one in this family who has worked hard and raised us eight debt collectors at every turn, as if we all owe you, who let you give birth to us?" Dad didn't plan to ask for another eight, who forced him to ask for it? If you don't give birth to Lao Bad, you won't die, and I don't have to do so many things for you when Dad's life is alive, and Mao'er won't come to help me quietly, and I won't have a good impression of him! I was sad and sad, he accompanied me when I was scared, and it was because of me that he was arrested and sent to labor camp, you don't know anything and say that if you break up, you will break us up, and you are satisfied with the way I am now? ”

After a wild roar, Yongjun cried loudly, she cried in that house, and Tu Bamei cried in this house. She never knew that there were so many grievances and resentments in her heart, thinking that she was indeed negligent to her, in the early years, her sensibility was her duty in Tu Bamei's mind, but she forgot that she was just a fifteen-year-old child.

Alas, it's all a poor word!

That would bring her own family with nine mouths to eat, and she was full of thoughts about how to feed her daughters all day long, how could she have the time to care about things other than firewood, rice, oil and salt? In her opinion, at that time, having food and clothing was the most important thing.

Now Tu Bamei knows that in addition to food and clothing, there are troubles in life, and first of all, the personal problem of supporting the army has become a heart disease over the years. Her heart disease is not only in the army, but also Jianxin is even more of a headache for her. Jianxin and Mao Sijie are 365 days a year, and at least 300 days are quarreling and fighting. For the sake of Jianxin, she has torn her face with her mother-in-law Xu Hui and has no contact with each other.

If Jianxin had followed Deng Guangming back then, would he have lived happily? Occasionally, Tu Bamei thinks like this, but the answer she gives herself is not necessarily, because everything Aimin has today earned by herself.

Aimin and Deng Guangming were admitted to the civil service two years ago, and both of them were transferred to work in the city last year and settled down in the city. Aimin's stomach is angry, Yu Yuehong wants to hug her eldest grandson, she gave birth to a big fat son, Yu Yuehong often complains of illness when she is young, and she doesn't hurt anywhere when she has a grandson, and she goes to the city to help them take the child.

Jianxin wants to give birth to a big fat son like Aimin, maybe he can win the hearts of his in-laws, and his life will be better, but she will give birth to a daughter, and she will be on the card table like Mao Sijie all day long.

Tu Bamei listened to the Yongjun crying in the room over there, she sat here and shed tears, and her heart turned around with so many thoughts, thinking about it, she was finally ashamed of Yongjun. After that, she ignored the noisy scene with her for several days, but some things are like sores and pus, it hurts if you poke lightly, but you poke every day, and after the sores are poked and the pus is exhausted, the new flesh does not hurt.

On this day, when the army was looking for a ballast to make trouble with Tu Bamei, Tu Bamei responded to her stiffly: "That's your life!" Who do you blame for your own bad life? (To be continued.) )