Originally, Qingwen's mommy wanted to tell Qingwen the origin of her name, why she had the same name as the little girl Qingwen in the story of Dream of Red Mansions, but what she didn't expect was that once Mommy narrated things, she made the usual mistake of women, that is, from beginning to end, and did not choose important parts to say, so Qingwen had to rely on her own guesses first, extract the main information from Mommy's words, and the second point, even if she couldn't rely on Didi to cheer Mommy, let Mommy really get the story to the point.

Therefore, Qingwen rarely listened patiently.

Of course, the following is Qingwen's mother's narrative.

"At that time, I was a peasant girl with pigtails, a grass-green sweater, and a red cotton jacket. Because there are only a few people who live in the mountains who can support their families by farming, and usually half of their income depends on hunting in the mountains. At that time, my dad was a well-known old hunter here, and until I was eight years old, our family had the best days in our village, because my dad was able to hunt eight minks in one night, and he was the best hunter.

However, when I was eight years old, my father didn't know which lawsuit he caused, and he was assassinated on the snowfield, which made my mother and our family miserable.

I am the eldest in our family, and there are six younger brothers and sisters below, and on such days, I am watching my mother so sad that I don't know what to use to fill these babies every day.

Later, in desperation, my mother gave away one of my twin siblings.

This incident really stimulated me, and made me feel that nothing is more important than having a full meal, and if you want to eat well, you have to get your own face. It was when I was about 10 years old that my heart hardened.

I know that I am the only force that my mother can rely on, and if it weren't for that, my mother, who still has a bit of beauty, would definitely have to remarry.

In the countryside, if a woman wants to survive, she must rely on a man. I have understood this since I was a child, but my mother is so fierce, on the one hand, she misses my father, and on the other hand, she has to support us to raise us one by one. I know that it would be difficult to survive in such a mountain without relying on the arms of men.

However, the mother does not remarry, and the second does not work. A big reason why I can't work is that my mother accidentally fell ill when she gave birth to this pair of twin siblings, and a woman's family, without her husband and no midwife, was able to take care of herself in the confinement without a hard time.

I regret that at that time, I was eight years old, and I didn't know that my mother's biological brother and sister were going to risk their lives, and I only knew that I was waving flags and shouting to cheer for my mother, but I didn't have medical knowledge to help my mother, and I didn't even know how to boil hot water to help my mother to avoid infection.

This scene is dripping, and I am afraid when I think about it.

Later, our family began to run out of food. It seems to me now, at that time, my mother suffered from postpartum depression after giving away her twin daughters, especially after giving birth, and this symptom was that she did not care about her surroundings, did not accept it, did not react, and could not even continue to take care of our remaining five children.

As the eldest daughter, I became sensible for the first time. I know that if this continues, soon, our family will run out of food, then, no matter now, it is impossible to spend this winter, and it is very likely that the whole family will die of hunger and cold.

As the only backbone of this family, I must show a little practical ability to save my mother and my remaining four younger siblings.

So, I began to show off my flowers, standing at the head of the village, waiting for the big brother who sold oil.

This big brother who sells oil only comes once a year in winter. So I dressed up as sixteen and rehearsed everything in my mind.

As the sound of the cowbell sounded, I knew that this was the time for the arrival of the big brother of the oil seller.

It seems that this eldest brother knew my careful thoughts as soon as he saw me, and without saying a word, he led the cow to our yard.

My mother barely said hello to him.

The big brother of the oil seller asked me, "Little one, what do you want me to help with?"

I was not cowardly and said directly, "I want to marry you." ”

The eldest brother was stunned, and all of a sudden the folds on his face were unfolded, and he was afraid that he would bend over with laughter.

Why, my heart was cold all of a sudden, could it be that this big brother dislikes me?

The eldest brother said: "Little sister, I am now a forty-year-old bachelor, and you are only a little lotus to show your sharp corners, I can't bear to do this lack of morality." ”

I was very anxious to hear it, you know, saving people is the most important thing, and there is a big family behind me waiting to be fed.

The eldest brother saw at once that I was so anxious that I was about to cry, so he silently put down a bag of rice, then stood up, touched my head, and said:

"Well, when you are eighteen years old, I will propose marriage, and for the past eighty or ninety years, I will come to give you a little dowry every month. ”

I understood, it turned out that this eldest brother was here to help.

I was so moved that I couldn't speak for a while, if I want to get married, we know since I was a child that we should find a handsome, young and strong, like-minded person, but now such an embarrassing situation makes me unable to consider these things that ordinary young people take for granted, naturally, in my opinion, they are all luxuries, and they are out of reach.

In order to survive, but also to fight for a breath, I chose the eldest brother who was more than 30 years older than me as the object of my marriage, which is a kind of responsibility to the family, but also a kind of necessity, and also a kind of self-abandonment.

These reasons contributed to the fact that my family really received material support from the big brother of the oil seller for nearly ten years, which was called a dowry.

It was these pillars that allowed my mother to live in a self-contained world instead of dying, and my brother and sister were no longer starved of food and clothing because they lost their father and my mother suffered from depression. All of this is due to the tacit understanding between the oil seller and me.

In the past 10 years, I always thought that I had saved the family by myself.

But in fact, it is the love of this big brother who sells oil that has supported the family from breaking up, which is also where I am grateful.

Later, I grew up.