Fear (10) (Page 1/1)

"That's all I say, but I really don't know what I'm supposed to do." I said.

Mom looked at me and said, "Well, you're right." Then I'll start thinking of a way to save the oranges tomorrow, and I'll go to work when you're ready. Tomorrow you will compare with the orange tree, and see which of you will come first? ”

Human-to-tree ratio?

I'm a little unconfident because my self-taught mother can at least talk about the problems of the oranges in the back mountain, and even how to deal with them can be explained in an orderly manner. And one of my students, who was poured out by the teacher word by word, has almost forgotten what he has learned in his major class now.

"Stop talking? Don't think it's easy to plant trees. You don't know that the climate here is different from that of foreign countries, and you may not be able to graft it. There may also be greenhouse insulation, etc., which is indispensable for people to guard. Is this good, if you say that you can't compare with others, then you don't compare with others. So you compare with the orange tree. When the orange tree is sweet, someone comes to buy it, and you come back, and when the time comes, you will be supported by the orange tree. On the other hand, if you make a lot of money outside, how about coming back and helping me save the orange trees when you have spare money? Mom said.

I nodded, and my mom smiled and took the book from my hand and said, "Isn't that good?" ”

I went back to my room, and my mom was downstairs cleaning up the dinner table.

Mom meant that everything from soil to orange trees had problems, and I knew I had problems too.

Then when I think about it, I am indeed half a pound and eight taels with the tree, and it is not difficult to compare them like this.

I don't know why I started wanting to complain, complaining that I had chosen the wrong major.

If I had studied agriculture or something at the secondary school at that time, maybe I would have been able to stay and save trees now.

At least I can understand the ways my mother said to save trees, and I can know how to save a mountain of oranges.

For the next three days, I lay at home, leaning on my phone and doing nothing.

I really don't know what to do in the future, my dad goes out to work every morning and comes back in the afternoon.

When my mother went up the mountain to make oranges, I offered to help, and my mother meant that it was not good for me to run up the mountain to do these things as a boy. It's better to rest for a few more days and think about what kind of work you can go out for.

I began to think that my mother didn't take what she said that day seriously, until the fourth day my mother went to town in the morning.

In the afternoon, the van came, and my mother called the neighbor to borrow three jumpers. Came to transport a sack and a sack to the mountains, and the neighbor couldn't stand it anymore and came to the door and said that I was a big man at home, why did I let my mother do these jobs, and I knew that my mother drove three jumpers to transport things up the mountain. I looked at the bag with the words "Quicklime for Farming" written on it, and remembered what my mother said about the pH balance of the land.

I knew my mom was stubborn, but I didn't know she would actually do that.

I broke up my neighbor and went upstairs, found my luggage and packed my clothes.

I knew that if I didn't move, I would really not be as good as an orange tree, and that night I said that I was going to the city tomorrow to look for a job.

The one who laughed the most was really my father, I don't know if my father was really happy because of my words, or because I found a chance to celebrate that I could drink because I said this, at that time, my father used the excuse of seeing him off to go to the window and took out half a bottle of Red Star Erguotou.

Dad doesn't seem to have any hobbies, just can't quit smoking and drinking.

I remember that my father didn't drink much before, and after my grandparents left, I couldn't control it.

Fortunately, my mother persuaded me to quit smoking.

At this time, my mother did not persuade my father not to drink again.

Dad pulled me and poured half a bowl and asked me to drink with me. I didn't drink much at night, but my dad got drunk and helped me upstairs.

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