One hundred and seventy-six yuan, half a month, if you want to pay it off, you must earn twelve yuan a day, and in this half month, their family must spend a mouthful, at least twenty yuan, which cannot be counted among them.

"Mother, you don't have a headache yet, Lang Zhong said to have a good rest." Jiang Guyu just finished washing the dishes and chopsticks and returned to the house, and saw Zhang Minghua sitting on a chair and accepting the soles of her shoes, and using her method to accept it, her fluent stitching speed is much faster than her half-hanging.

Jiang Guyu can accommodate two pairs of socks a day, which is already very good, but Zhang Minghua's speed can accommodate three pairs, and Zhang Minghua remembers every trick after reading it once.

"Mother is fine, I have to do more, otherwise, your father will go to the city twice a day, it's too hard." Zhang Minghua said on her lips, but her hands did not stop for a moment, last night, Jiang Changxing and Jiang Guyu knelt in front of Fang Langzhong for her illness, and she always remembered the scene of begging Fang Langzhong.

"Mother." Jiang Guyu watched Zhang Minghua's movements, and saw that her head didn't hurt, so she couldn't help but say no more, just looked at the pile of socks next to her, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little more happy.

Jiang Guyu stewed the pheasant, and boiled the medicine in the kitchen while holding the soles of his socks, so that he could take a little more.

The need for traditional Chinese medicine to boil slowly, and can not boil dry water, looking at the boiling almost, and adding water, is a very cumbersome thing, so Jiang Guyu is not at all careless, every time, she has to take a look at the medicine in the medicine jar, smelling the bitter Chinese medicine, she can't help but be happy, not bitter at all.

Zhang Minghua took these medicines, and the disease would be cured.

It took a whole morning for Jiang Guyu to boil the Chinese medicine, although she didn't need to drink the thick soup, but smelling the bitter smell couldn't help but make her feel sour in the bottom of her heart.

It's too bitter, isn't it......

Jiang Guyu carefully brought the boiled Chinese medicine to the room and said, "Mother, the medicine is boiled." ”

"Okay." Zhang Minghua raised her hand, her hand was already the third sock this morning, she took the medicine bowl, and said, "It's hard and rainy." ”

"Mother, it's not hard, it's just very bitter, I'll pour some boiling water." Jiang Guyu went to bring boiling water back, and saw that all the Chinese medicine in the bowl had been drunk, and there was a drop left, she couldn't help but look at Zhang Minghua and said, "Mother, have you finished drinking?" ”

Her words were a little skeptical, this was also just served, although she had cooled a little, but it was very bitter.

"yes." Zhang Minghua said, the movements of his hands did not stop at all.

"Isn't it bitter?" Jiang Guyu stepped forward and looked at Zhang Minghua holding the needle and thread, picking up the soles of her socks, as if she was dying, one after another, without any pause.

Zhang Minghua smiled, took a sip of water, and continued to work hard, and replied: "Don't be bitter, you have worked so hard to get the medicine for me, of course I can't waste it, you can rest assured, my mother's illness is cured, and in the future, I will definitely work hard to save money and let our family Xiaoyu live a comfortable life." ”

Zhang Minghua's very simple words, but Jiang Guyu couldn't help but have an urge to cry in her heart, in her previous life, no one had ever told her that she would work hard for her, from childhood to adulthood, relying on those who saved for help, she was desperately admitted to college, and then after graduation, she did the beauty industry, and finally, slowly worked hard for herself to make a small career.

However, no one ever told her that they would try to make her live a comfortable life.

"Mother, I will also work hard to let you and your father live a good life." Jiang Guyu said a little choked up and said, "I'm going to cook, and my father should come back." ”

After the words fell, Jiang Guyu went to the kitchen to make a room, in fact, it was very simple, that is, two bowls of rice were stuffed out of the pot, and then boiled cabbage, in this New Year, other people's families are big fish and meat, but they have just been driven out, but they have no food in reserve, only cabbage planted before.

The pheasant stewed soup was particularly delicious, Jiang Guyu brought a bowl to her neighbor Aunt Li, and the rest was ready to be eaten at night.

Jiang Changxing came back by stepping on the moonlight, his face was tired, but he was full of smiles, and said, "Minghua, Xiaoyu, you see, I earned fifteen yuan today." ”

"Changxing, you sold good firewood today, it's just that you've been walking for two hours, are you tired?" Zhang Minghua looked at the tired Jiang Changxing, and hurriedly got up to fetch water, Jiang Guyu had already come in with hot water, and said, "Dad, it will be more comfortable to soak your feet in hot water." ”

"Okay, thank you Xiaoyu." Jiang Changxing said, today from the dawn of the day to sell firewood, come back and continue to chop two loads of firewood, pick one to sell in the city, leave one load to sell tomorrow morning, although it is very hard, but when he thinks that Zhang Minghua can be good, there is an obedient and sensible Jiang Guyu at home, in his heart, he does not feel tired at all.

For dinner, there was a soup stewed with wild pheasants, and although I couldn't eat enough, my stomach was full.

Jiang Changxing got up early and went to bed early, Zhang Minghua and Jiang Guyu in order to save a little money for kerosene lamps, the two of them sat in the small living room, just like this in the quiet night socks soles, mother and daughter exchanged experiences from time to time, especially some tricks, Jiang Guyu only had a general appearance, but Zhang Minghua was able to embroider the appearance very accurately, and the color contrast was very beautiful.

"Mother, look at such beautiful sock soles, when we finish paying them all, and then we will send them to the city to sell, we will definitely be able to sell them at a good price." Jiang Guyu looked at the pairs of sock soles, although the cloth was a little worse, but the pattern was very beautiful, the pairs of socks were like works of art, giving people a pleasing feeling.

"Well, in the past, a pair could be sold for a penny, but now, it can be sold for two pennies, which is good." Zhang Minghua said with a smile: "Xiaoyu, my mother has never seen such beautiful sock soles, you really think about it in your mind." ”

"Hee-hee, mother, I just think it's good-looking." Jiang Guyu smiled and didn't say anything more.

The next morning, before dawn, Jiang Changxing had already begun to go out to sell firewood, just to be able to come back to the mountains earlier to chop firewood.

When he went to the city to sell firewood, Jiang Changxing also bypassed the Zhang family in Wuliting, and he refused to kiss that day, and he didn't know if the Zhang family would have any revenge or something, so he would rather go farther, just so as not to meet the people of the Zhang family.

After selling the firewood of Bawen, Jiang Changxing came back happily, and went directly into the mountain to chop firewood, looking at the pile of firewood placed horizontally, each firewood is the kind that is very straight, he couldn't help but wonder strangely, could it be that someone else also came to chop firewood?

Jiang Changxing bypassed that piece, and then began to chop firewood very quickly, although he only ate some dry food in the morning, but as long as he thought that the firewood sold could cure his wife and make the child live a better life, his heart was full of energy.