When Shi'an called me, I was on my way to work, only to hear Shi'an say excitedly on the other end: "I've been thinking and meditating for the past few days, and I've finally come up with a good way to make money." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" I hurriedly asked, "What's the solution?" ”

Shi'an smiled and said, "Setting up a stall, I found that every time there are a lot of people in the market, those small traders can sell a lot of money." ”

When I heard this, I laughed for a long time before I said, "You are sick, you are a young man, you actually want to set up a stall, but you have no interest." When you go to the bazaar, it is not a shame for your acquaintances to see it? Besides, the open air is wide open, cold in winter, hot in summer, I really don't understand, why do you think of setting up a stall. ”

Shi'an listened to my ridicule and said lightly: "I am in charge of my life, what's wrong with setting up a stall, making money with my own hands, what's there to be ashamed of." Also, even if it is cold in winter and hot in summer, but free, and being a boss yourself, it is much better than sending someone under the fence. ”

Shi'an said that there is indeed some truth, compared with part-time work, setting up a stall is definitely much more free and relaxed, but the income of the stall is unstable and is affected by the weather. Part-time jobs, on the other hand, have a stable salary, but they are controlled by others, and they are not as free as setting up stalls. Both have their own strengths and cannot be said to be the same.

Thinking of this, I said to Shi'an: "What you said is also reasonable, but in the eyes of others, it is really not good for young men to set up stalls, besides, most of the stalls in the market are middle-aged women, and you can get out of it if you mix with them every day?" ”

Shi'an may feel that what I said is not very good, and said a little angrily: "I haven't opened yet, you just pour cold water, you wait and see, I will persevere, and it will get bigger and bigger, and the business will get better and better." ”

I was very disapproving, but I thought that Shi'an had failed to find a job, and I was unemployed at home, so it was good to buy some items to sell and make some money. So, I softened my tone and asked, "Shi'an, what are you going to set up a stall to sell?" ”

Seeing my question, Shi'an said happily, "Because of the limited funds, I plan to buy some small toys and daily necessities to sell." ”

I pursed my lips and said, "Good luck." Shi'an hummed and asked me if there was anything else, and I said no, and Shi'an hung up.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and I suddenly have a sense of loss in my heart, lamenting that the light is fleeting and the youth is short. I'm tired of the repetitive pattern of loading and delivering goods every day. In the years of flowing water, the moon is cold every day, and I can't help but sigh at the coldness of the weather.

With the cool breeze, the sky is getting brighter and late, the long night is long, the dew frost is thick, and it is always cold.

Perhaps, only the warmth of home can withstand the cold outside.

When I came back to my senses, I patted my head and said to myself: "I'm really hypocritical, and I'm not an ancient, what is sad here, pretending to be a resentful woman." With that in mind, I rode forward again.

When I got home, when my parents saw me shivering, they knew that there was a cold wind blowing on the road, and my mother nagged: "Zeze, let you wear thicker on the road, but you just don't listen, just say that you wear thinner and lighter, light is light, but if this continues, you have to freeze out of illness." ”

My dad answered: "No matter how thick he is, it's useless, he's just a delivery man, he comes and goes in the wind and rain every day, he dies of heat in summer and cold in winter, this is his life." I have the heart to provide for him to go to college for a few more years, but he is a kid who refuses to go to school, what can I do. You see, the kid from his second uncle's family, who studied accounting, now works in the office, the air conditioning is blowing in summer, the heating is smoking in winter, and he has weekends, and his salary is a little higher than him. ”

Indeed, I'm tired of being a delivery man, and who wouldn't want to work in an idle job.

However, I only have a high school degree and no skills, so what is the way out except to do this kind of work that "everyone can do"? In the future, I may be like my father's generation, facing the loess with my back to the sky, living a life of digging in the soil, and even, under the pressure of life, I may also embark on the path of a construction worker, like most middle-aged men in the countryside.

My mom glanced at my dad, probably thinking that my dad was talking a little too much, but my dad understood and stopped talking. My mother turned to me again: "Zeze, what your father said is right, learn a major, have a technology, at least life is more secure, if you have a good opportunity, sitting in the office, decent and warm, it is indeed much better than the wind and sun." You were born and raised in the countryside, and you know what life we rural people have lived all our lives. Just say your dad, your dad ......"

Before my mother finished speaking, my father hurriedly intercepted: "What about the child's affairs, why are you talking about me, what's the point of talking about those things that are old sesame seeds and rotten grains?" My mother gave my dad a blank look before saying, "I said what's wrong with you, you don't talk much." ”

When my father heard this, he pursed his lips and said no more. My mother continued: "Let's just talk about your father, I didn't go to school again after elementary school, I worked at home for two years, I went to work in the brick kiln at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and then I worked in the machinery factory for three years. You're older, you don't need to be taken care of every day, and I also go to work in a garment factory to earn money. Later, pulling bricks is not good, your father has to make a living from the house worker, this house work is more than ten years, during which you have to take care of the crops in the field, harvest wheat seeds in the autumn, water and spray, which one can not be separated from your father, you think about it carefully, are you willing to be the same as your father in the future? ”

When I heard this, I felt very uncomfortable, my mother's words were true, the life of rural people is really difficult, people like my father can almost be regarded as typical representatives of the countryside, they rely on hard labor to make a living year after year, all they think about is how to earn more money to make their wives and children live better.

They are rooted in the countryside, and some people have never seen a prosperous city in their lives, and their world is only a few dozen miles of land. And I, perhaps, am a copy of them, guarding this quiet and impoverished land all my life.

My father answered: "What to do with those useless things, you told the child about Zhihui's coming to the house today, and let the child make his own decision." ”

My mother glanced at my father, and said: "Zeze, your brother Zhihui came to the house today, and after knowing that you were a delivery worker, he jumped up from the chair in a hurry, saying that you go on like this, but you will destroy your future, he asked us to persuade you again, if you are really not willing to repeat and go to junior college, you can go to the accounting school in the county to receive training, study hard for a few months, take an accounting certificate, and become an accountant in the future. (To be continued.) )