Chapter 153: Poor

Hua Mei woke up and touched Dahong when he was not around, got up and took his coat and walked into the living room to put it on him, and said, "It's cold in the second half of the night, take care of yourself." "I'm sorry to wake you up." "Actually, I didn't fall asleep either." "Sit down." Hua Mei sat down, and Da Hong said: "Hua Mei, somehow, I suddenly thought of two great men in modern times just now, what is the difference between them and the country?" "One is not able to borrow power, and the other is not able to cultivate power, and the result is very different." "Well, to the point. If you don't have the strength in your own hands, everything is empty talk. "Strength is important. However, a good general is not a million. "The key lies in the conceptual path, one step at a time." "Yes, Jiang Lilian, Zhang Dalin, etc., were vigorous and handy from the beginning? Dahong, your talent and hard work are the greatest strength! If you are replaced by Zhang Dalin and others, they may all be like Han Shujun one by one, this road is not working, and they will find another way. If the base fails, it won't get to where you are today. At the end of the day, it's what you just said about the conceptual path! The concept is outdated and backward, even if you have a million soldiers, you will be defeated. If the concept keeps up with the trip, the decision-making is logical, and the decision can change from small to large, from weak to strong, and turn evil into good fortune, and smooth the wind. ”

Dahong was silent, and Hua Mei continued: "We can no longer be immersed in a dream like blue sky and white clouds, we must make up our minds to change ourselves to adapt to reality. Otherwise, even if you have great ability, you will end up in vain and in vain. Dahong, but now, we have to re-examine ourselves! "Being good at things is not unscrupulous, changing oneself is not denying oneself. We must not be like those who are the first to do anything to achieve their ends, even to the point of selling their bodies and souls. "Alas, in the world of commodities, it is so difficult to stick to oneself!"

Da Hung wants to stick to this self, but life makes him hit walls everywhere. I had no choice but to go to work in the Hengfa auto repair shop in the suburban junction. Due to the excellent technology and the spirit of hard work, the repair shop boss Xie was very appreciative, and readily agreed to accept Li Dehong Zhong Daheng as an apprentice, and deliberately increased the repair fee between Dahong and him from 60% to 70%.

Dahong had just improved a little, and suddenly received a letter from his hometown saying that Datuo was addicted to gambling, owed a lot of gambling debts, and had no filial piety, and secretly instigated his wife to toss and split up. The rations of rice and wheat promised to parents when the family was separated were not dried for a day, and the barren husks were not weighed in the wind. was so angry that Yang Wudeng and Yang Dahaner went to the mountains on the outskirts of the Shujiang River to work part-time.

In the scorching summer, Yang Wudeng is in his sixties after all, and he picks up dung up the mountain for several days in a row, and he is so tired that he can't eat and sleep well. When I came back from work at noon that day, I didn't want to eat, so I went to lie in bed, feeling like my body was falling apart. He lit a dry cigarette and thought silently: "I have seven children, but I didn't expect to end up like this when I was old." The eldest daughter Shuchun cares about her family the most, but the officialdom is sinister, and she is confused and even takes her life; Shuhui is open-minded, but her mother-in-law's family is destitute, so she naturally has no hope; Shujun Shuyan stayed in the countryside, although he could earn a few yuan by selling vegetables in Chengdu, he could only barely make a living. Three sons, Da Tuo can be said to have all five poisons, no filial piety, Daheng has not yet started a family; Dahong has always been the stars and moon in his mind, but he is high by nature, a little bit uncannibalistic, but he always wants to get ahead, but he didn't expect the Shenzhen base, so that he could not protect himself by crossing the river...... Alas, who else can you rely on? ”

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was hot. The master's family called out to work, Yang Wudeng cheered up and forcibly carried the dung up the mountain. When you reach the halfway point of the mountain, you can't really climb, so you can put down your burden and rest. He lit a dry cigarette and stared blankly at the sky, high and bald, with a circle of gray hair, and an old and oily black face, covered with vertical and horizontal ravines carved by the years. His gaze grew glazed, and his vision became blurred. He squirmed his lips, as if chewing on the bitterness and helplessness of his journey.

Yang Dahan'er put down his burden and stepped over and said, "Dad, what's wrong with you?" The face is so ugly. "It's okay, maybe it's too hot, just take a break." "Alas, you are the old party secretary in the village, you say, we won't help people after the land reform, why are we ...... now?" "But I don't understand, most of the 10,000 households are those cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in the past, how many poor middle peasants are there? I heard that this boss was also a landlord in the past, and the reform and opening up made a fortune by doing silver dollar business. Now the men in Shujiang are doing big business, and the women are looking at the family, so that those of us come to serve with shoulder to shoulder. "As the saying goes, there is a kind of wealth and roots in wisdom. There's no way, people's brains turn faster than you and me. You're here to give me a hand. "Dad, you're really sick. Don't do it this afternoon, anyway, pick a triangular penny. "It's okay, let's take this burden up the mountain."

The sky was as hot as a steamer, and the weeds on the roadside and the crops in the fields were roasted by the fiery sun. The sweat on Yang Wudeng's face merged into small rivers along the deep wrinkles, and it always seemed that something was blocking his throat, and it was difficult to breathe out. His chest suddenly suffocated violently and panicked, his head hurt as if he was about to burst, and his body swayed and fell, rolling downhill.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Dahan threw himself downhill and hugged him and shouted, his lips squirmed slightly, and he didn't say a word.

Yang Wudeng suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and died in the hospital. Dahong and other relatives arrived, and they were all in pain.

"Poor, ......"