After lunch, Uncle Wu chattered on the cigarette stick, smacked the leaf smoke, and streams of smoke drifted out of his nostrils and mouth, and the smoke that drifted away was like the lost totem of the village.

When he came to Wu Sifu's house, he saw that Wu Sifu had a lot of hundreds of bamboo scorn blocks piled up in the dam, and there were circles of rolling filaments under the eaves.

"Sifu, what are you doing with so many scornful stripes?" Uncle Wu stood in the dam and shouted loudly.

Wu Sifu immediately put down the work in his hand, patted the ashes on his body, and greeted him with a smile. "Third uncle, I'm weaving a bamboo sieve."

"What are you doing with a bamboo sieve?" Uncle Wu asked again.

"Sell!" Wu Sifu replied without thinking.

"Sell? Where to sell? Is this thing still selling? Third Uncle Wu asked in surprise.

"Hmmm! Last time I went to the town to sell bud grains, I saw someone selling bamboo sieves. However, the bamboo sieve style is not good. Wu Sifu said curtly.

"It's all plastic now, who will use this?" Uncle Wu's mouth shut.

"Alas! Idle is also idle. Make two and try it. Wu Sifu said.

Wu Sifu cleaned up the hall and moved a bamboo chair for Uncle Wu to sit on.

"Sifu, Murakami had a meeting yesterday." Uncle Wu spat out the smoke ring, and finally put the topic to the point.

"What's the meeting?" Wu Sifu asked casually.

"Secretary Tang said that the above requires the registration of poor households and the establishment of a file and a card."

"Oh. The country's two centenary plans were implemented so quickly. The central government's policy is very good. Wu Sifu was sipping a cigarette in his mouth, and his hands were busy.

Secretary Tang also said that this time the Civil Affairs Bureau has a document requesting re-verification of the low-income families. When your parents pass away, their subsistence allowance will be abolished. Third Uncle Wu said as calmly as possible.

Wu Sifu's busy hand paused for a moment. Then the bamboo sieve was quickly woven.

"The Civil Affairs Bureau's documents say that the deceased can no longer enjoy the subsistence allowance." Seeing that Wu Sifu was silent, Third Uncle Wu added.

"Cancel it, cancel it. People are dead, and they shouldn't have been able to enjoy the subsistence allowance anymore. Wu Sifu said calmly. In fact, his heart was gradually sinking. Alas, the broken house is rainy, why are the unlucky things rushing to find themselves?

"However, Secretary Tang said that your family will be listed as a poor household and set up a file. You are eligible. Third Uncle Wu finished smacking the leaf cigarette and knocked the pipe on the bamboo chair.

"Our family's arrears are only for a short time, who wants to be his poor household?" Wu Sifu's tone was a little rushed.

"Don't be angry. Now it's just a file and a card, and there is no specific assistance policy on it. Archive is filed, and nothing is lost. Third Uncle Wu stood up and prepared to get up and leave. He didn't know what to say to Wu Sifu next.

Looking at the back of Uncle Wu walking away, Wu Sifu threw the bamboo scorn in his hand to the ground, patted the bamboo ash on his body, took out a cigarette, and took two puffs fiercely, and the white smoke ring slowly drifted in front of him. Wu Sifu's heart was entangled again.

In the evening, Wu Sifu cooked some noodles indiscriminately and poured another cup of two pots. The noodles are drunk, and the sorrow is even more sorrowful. He sipped the wine one after another, smiled wryly at the glass and shook his head, his long-numbed heart seemed to be torn open again, gurgling with blood and pain.

He wanted to touch a cigarette and smoke it again. How to solve the problem? but tobacco and alcohol. Unexpectedly, he brought out a note. He opened the note and studied the 11 Arabic numerals on it. That string of numbers made his heart tremble strongly. This is Pingping's phone, Pingping's phone sent by her old mother-in-law.

It's been two years, how is Pinkie outside? blamed herself, beat her in a fit of anger, and told her to get out. What woman can stand this kind of anger? What's more, I've been married for almost 20 years, and I've never beaten her.

Pingping is really a good woman, and she has never had a decent life since she married her. I really shouldn't treat her like that!

Wu Sifu looked at the dark night, and his memories came like a tide.

When they first got married, in addition to planting crops, the family and his father used their spare time to weave bamboo products for money; Dad is still a master of playing suona, and from time to time he follows the third uncle to catch up with them, and his income is also good.

Pingping follows her mother to take care of the housework, the chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs are fed fat, and the family side business is done well, and she also gets a lot of money every year. The life of the family is full of life.

After the birth of his son, the family and Lele, everyone regarded his son as a treasure. Especially my father and mother, I was so happy that my face was full of wrinkles. She is a single passer, Pingping can give birth to a son for our old Wu family, she is really a great hero.

Pingping is extremely filial to her father and mother. In those years, I never saw her blushing or quarreling with her father and mother. Unlike Shen San's wife, she often quarrels with Shen Sanniang, and she does it at every turn, and the atmosphere in the family is always tense.

Pingping is really a good woman, running a family at home and working hard and frugal outside. I wanted to take her to the city several times to buy two good down jackets, perm her hair, and dress up, but she always refused.

Women are born with a love of beauty. Men always like to dress up their wives beautifully, take them with them, and have a face and a long face. But Pingping always refused, saying that it was enough to keep the clothes warm. It is also said that no matter how well a woman in the countryside dresses, she will carry the sun on her back. If you can save it, you can save it, and save the money for Xiaotian to take the university entrance examination in the future.

Xiao Tiantian is really competitive, and his grades in primary and junior high schools are good. should have inherited his own smart genes, and he was also very useful in reading back then.

Thinking of this, Wu Sifu was full of thoughts, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In which year was my mother diagnosed with uremia? In 2010? Or 2011? Wu Sifu recalled diligently.

Damn uremia, better than cancer. Examination fees, treatment fees, and dialysis fees quickly swept away the family's savings. Later, I borrowed money from everywhere, and borrowed everything I could, but my mother's illness never improved.

Later, my mother's whole body was swollen and weak. Doctors at the People's Hospital said that the only way to cure her illness was to go to the Southwest Hospital for a kidney replacement. It can be replaced with hundreds of thousands!

I don't want my mother to go like this. However, there is really no place to borrow money, and the family is poor, and it is a problem to live.

It's also helpless to ask Pingping to go to her parents' house to borrow money. Pingping, who is usually sensible and empathetic, actually said, "People have become like this, and they are white doctors when they are doctors; It's just that the money is piled up on the body, and in the end it is a dead end, a waste of money. How could she say that? That's my mother.

Thinking of this, Wu Sifu was still angry in his heart.

blamed himself for being so angry at the time, he slapped her with a flick of his hand, and shouted at her "get out". That slap was so hard that there were five finger prints on Pingping's face at that time; The word "roll" makes his heart bleed!

After so many years of marriage, I have never beaten her, never yelled at her, and always regarded her as a baby like Xiaotian, why did I beat her at that time?

Pingping's tears swirled in her eyes, her eyes stared at herself, sad, sad, disappointed, and she remembered that look now.

I thought she would cry or tear herself up, but she couldn't hold back her crying. If she had beaten herself, she wouldn't have regretted it so much.

After his son finished his homework, he came in to find Pingping to get money to buy a homework book, and suddenly saw Pingping's red and swollen face, and was stunned, and then shouted loudly: "Are you still a man?" What kind of ability is it to beat your own wife? ”

Xiao Tian is really Pingping's intimate person. I am also my mother's intimate person! Wu Sifu explained for himself in his heart.

Why was my son at home that day? Don't you usually study on your own at school? Is it the weekend? It was supposed to be the weekend. Wu Sifu recalled diligently.

The son's roar suddenly made Pingping cry. Dad ran in, and Mom came over tremblingly. She took away Pingping's hand covering her face, and when she saw the red fingerprints on her face, she instantly understood.

However, why did my mother come over and slap herself? There must be a reason why I hit Pingping, why didn't she just hit me if she asked?

Now that I think about it, my mother played well! I haven't woken myself up yet. She should slap herself a few more times, so that she will say something nice to coax Pingping? Or comfort her?

But her own machismo, ignoring her, and giving her a cold back at night, what did she think at the time? It's definitely sad, sad, and disappointed. There was frost on her face, cold and cold, and it must have frozen her heart.

The next day, my mother's condition worsened. He and his father sent their mother to the health center, but Pingping did not follow. Within a few days, my mother passed away. At that time, I always felt that my mother was angry with Pingping. Now that I think about it, my mother is terminally ill, and it is a matter of time before she leaves herself, what does it have to do with Pingping?

Wu Sifu thought about his mother's uneasy eyes when she died, and her heart tightened.

Is Pingping really to blame for her mother's death? Wu Sifu thought about this issue seriously. Now that I think about it, with my mother's situation at the time, there won't be too much time. Why was I so confused at the time and didn't look at this problem calmly?

Why did you ask Pingping to go back to her parents' house to borrow money? Why don't you go? Isn't it because I can't let go of face? How can you blame Pinkie?

I love my mother very much, but Pingping is also telling the truth. Faced with loved ones and the cruel reality, how to choose is a dilemma. I didn't know what to do at the time.

That slap not only hit Pingping in the face, but also hit her own heart, and it must have hurt her mother's heart. Where to find such a good daughter-in-law? She doesn't dislike herself, she lives with herself wholeheartedly, how can she do it?

Now, life is like this, how can I call Pingping again.

After thinking about it, Wu Sifu put the note into his underwear pocket again.