Every day when the stall was closed, the vendor would give me the day's wages, and I would always ask him to give me two and five yuan. He was very strange and asked me why I didn't want a ten-dollar bill, and I said that my mother couldn't count, and she didn't dare to spend more than five yuan, because she couldn't calculate change. He happily believed my words and always gave me two for five.

Of course, I was lying to him, because I told my mother that I only earned five yuan a day, and my mother felt that the young man on the construction site worked hard to earn ten yuan a day, and I was a yellow-haired girl who earned five yuan a day, and I had a meal at noon, which was already a lot, so she believed me.

Don't blame me for opening a small vault, in fact, people with many sisters have this feeling, and no small vault will be very passive. Don't blame me for being selfish, it has something to do with my mother's way of upbringing, if I give her money, she will be happy, if I ask her for money, she will be very angry, because I am afraid to see her sullen face in front of our poor family, I don't want her to be unhappy, so I learned to keep it private, so that I don't have to ask her for money, and she won't be angry.

In this way, I sold eggs to Boss Xie for seven days again, and basically he accompanied me every day, and did not go to another stall as he said at the beginning.

Today is the eighth day, and I know something is going to happen today, but people are always a little bit lucky, and I'm waiting.

Finally, at about nine o'clock in the morning, Xiao Xie's mother appeared "as promised", a middle-aged woman with a very heavy philistine habit. She said to Xiao Xie:

"Xiao Xie, I'll show you the stall for a while, and you go and pull food with your father."

I repeated the history and said, "Auntie, you all go and get busy, just have me here." ”

She was very pleased to see me, a well-mannered and quiet girl, and asked her son, "Who is this little girl?" ”

Xiao Xie was a little nervous: "She's my classmate." ”

This is, if I default to me being Xiao Xie's classmate, maybe Xiao Xie and I will get along, maybe history will change, but I don't want to lie, and said: "Auntie, I was hired by Xiao Xie to sell him eggs." ”

The remark obviously took her by surprise, and before she could say anything, she was pulled aside by the peddler to speak. Actually, they don't have to hide from me, what they have to say, I heard it ten years ago.

“……”

"I said why are egg profits so bad these days, it turns out that you gave her all ......"

"Don't be so loud, she can hear you."

"What are you afraid of?" She deliberately raised her voice, "I don't know how high and low the girls in the village always go around seducing our young men in the city, vainly wanting to marry in the city, and not looking at their own identity, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world!" ”

"Mom, don't, she's the type of girl I like......"

"Then I'm going to drive her away, I'll let her go now......"

And to my surprise, Xiao Xie's mother's words hurt my self-esteem again like ten years ago, and my life started again, although I swore not to be a leftover girl, I would never have the Cinderella dream of joining a wealthy family again. Although Xiao Xie's family is not a wealthy family, I will never let people look like I am climbing his family. I don't believe that a good young man like me will be a man in two lives, and I will be a leftover girl in both lives, and I will beg a street vendor to marry me in a low voice. In this life, I must marry myself off with dignity.

Then, I saw Xiao Xie's mother shake him off and come to me majestically, trying to squeeze out a stiff smile: "Girl, my family has enough hands, I don't need you to help in the future, you can see what you have at home." ”

I smiled and said, "Okay, I'll be back." ”

Xiao Xie was very anxious and took out ten yuan from his bag to give it to me: "This is your salary today." ”

His mother was glaring at the ten dollars angrily, her eyes were about to pop out, and she was about to reach out to stop his son and snatch the money back.

"No," I said indifferently, "I haven't helped you with my work today, how can I collect money?" Busy, goodbye. Then I got on my creaking broken bicycle as I had done in my previous life, and left "in style".

Then history continues to repeat itself without distinction.

In my second job, a girl from my village introduced me to help with the chicken farm. I also wondered how I ended up with chickens, first buying eggs, then raising chickens. But don't think crookedly, I'm very pure, and I'm raising real chickens.

The work of a chicken farm is much more tiring than selling eggs, mixing feed, feeding, digging chicken manure, and picking up eggs...... The most bitter thing is digging chicken manure, people with a shallow appetite can't do that kind of work at all, and they will vomit non-stop before they dig it. But fortunately, I was used to being poor since I was a child, and I couldn't eat enough when I was a child, so how could I have a shallow appetite? Every morning I dig the chicken manure into the box and pick it out with a burden. Until now, the proprietress of the chicken farm was full of praise when she mentioned me, and then she was reluctant to let me go.

The funniest and most cruel thing is to give the chick an injection. Every batch of chicks in the chicken farm must first give the chicks a vaccination, chickens and people are different, it is injected into the neck, the neck of the chick is thin and small, to accurately inject the medicine into it, it does take some technology.

I remember the previous life, the first time I injected the chick, trembling with both hands, the needle was crooked into its body, it was crying and struggling, I pushed the medicine hard, pushed and pushed and felt that my other hand was wet, it turned out that I used too much force, the needle had penetrated its small neck, and sprayed the medicine on my hand from the other side. I still vividly remember that the chick that was my first experiment as an "intern" in the previous life was a chick with black spots, and in this life, I can't torture it anymore, I have to catch a chick without black spots for experiments. I put my hand in the basket, and the chick was so frightened that it hid in a heap, and I found a chick without spots to catch it. Unexpectedly, when I grabbed it, it turned out to be a chicken with black spots, so I threw it and went to catch it again...... Several times in a row, it turned out to be miraculously the same, all black spots!

Can't history change? I held the black spotted chick that had been caught again in my hand, and said to myself: Little guy, this time, I am no longer an intern, I will definitely not pierce you.

Then, I carefully plunge the needle into its neck and slowly push the medicine...... History is terrible, my hands are wet again! Turn it over, and the other side of its neck is the needle I wore out!

The work on the chicken farm was tiring and the pay was low, so I worked for a month and then went to find another job.

Later, I worked as a handyman in a restaurant, distributed flyers, and worked as a cleaner...... In short, I found more and more that after being reborn, I have been living in the shadow of history, and everything is slowly moving in the established direction, without the slightest difference.

In the previous life, the chaotic and miserable life of leftover women filled my mind. If this continues, in a few days, a teacher who taught me in a neighboring village will come to introduce me to a substitute teaching job, and after half a year, the Education Bureau will officially assign me, and then I will once again embark on the old path of teaching as a leftover girl.

No, in this life, I must change, I must rush before the distribution, and escape from the encirclement of history. I secretly made up my mind to live a different life and fight for myself!

That's when I saw a report on the development of China's coastal cities in the newspaper, and my eyes lit up, should I go out for a walk?