Song Shi walked down the street with a smell of alcohol, his eyelids were swollen, his face was swollen, his hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, and there was a green stubble around his mouth.

I went to the street and bought two meat buns and asked for a cup of hot soy milk.

Just stand aside and eat.

The buns of this era are very solid, adult men have big fists, white and soft, and the ingredients inside are not fat leftovers mixed with flavor seasonings, but the best pork belly on the pigs that grew up eating grass leaves and sweet potatoes in the countryside, with green onions, ginger, garlic, salt, soy sauce, adjust it, it is a good taste, bite down, and the mouth is full of fragrance.

"Another five bucks!"

Two of them were stuffed into their stomachs, and they didn't even fill the gaps between their teeth.

The proprietress bagged him neatly.

Song Shi took out a handful of tickets in his pocket, both large and small, took out a five-yuan one and handed it over, took the bag and took out a bun, and gnawed it as he walked.

The proprietress covered the steamer.

Pouting.

What if she has money, it's useless to be reluctant to give flowers to her family, but she heard her daughter say that Song Dongmei secretly cried several times, and the reason was that the family didn't continue to study.

A selfish batch.

However, her family is not much better.

Fortunately, she still has the skills to set up a stall to sell some steamed buns.

If the man is reliable, the sow has to go up the tree.

When he got home, there were only six buns left in the plastic bag, and Song Shi patted his round stomach and burped with the smell of minced meat.

Huang Simei had already cooked a big pot of sweet potato porridge, and was shouting to her eldest daughter to take it out with a big belly, and when she turned around, she saw the man who had not returned overnight, there was no surprise on her face, it was normal, "Are you back?" Have you had breakfast? "With his hands on his waist, he was going to get the bowl.

"Don't take it, I'll eat it, and I'll bring you buns back." He asked her if she had hot water.

Huang Simei subconsciously looked at the stove, a few buns wrapped in the bag, and she could smell the fragrance of pure wheat flour.

There is only one shop in town that buys steamed buns.

The head of the house still thinks about them? It was so unexpected.

"Hot water? Is there hot water? Song Shi saw that she was stunned, and asked again, with a bit of impatience in a scumbag tone.

"Ahh Yes, yes, there is hot water in the back pot! ”

Huang Simei hurriedly went to lift the lid.

"Rest, you, your belly is so big, what if you hold my son, if there is anything, call the eldest sister and the second sister to do it!" As he spoke, he said to the cheap girl who came in to get chopsticks, "You have to have work in your eyes, don't want your mother to call you to do it, you are all teenagers, you must have eyesight." ”

"Hmm." Song Dongmei lowered her head in response, stood in place and grabbed the corners of her clothes with her fingers and didn't dare to move.

Song Shi: "."

The image of the original scum Yan Father is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!

frowned, "What are you still doing in a daze, take the chopsticks and the bowl, take the buns out, and eat!" ”

Song Dongmei trembled.

Hands and feet were already moving uncontrollably.

Song Chunyu hid behind the edge of the door and shook it, the poop is so scary, but vegetarian, there are buns to eat? Hi Sensen!!

Song Shi took a plastic bucket and began to scoop water from the back pot.

This is true of the stoves in the countryside.

Burning firewood.

A large pot in front cooks and stir-fries, and a small pot next to the back boils water.

The water is steaming hot.

Song Shi scooped up the water in the pot, added half a pot of water to it, and then mixed cold water into the bucket.

The original slag is a pig killer, and he is strong, and this is summer again, so warm water will do.

After washing my hair and bathing, I shaved my beard, and lay on the wooden shelf bed at home, and then I felt alive.

Outside the hall.

The mother and daughter finished breakfast.

Song Chunyu went to the kitchen to wash the bowl with a bowl, she smacked her lips, still savoring the deliciousness of the buns, while Song Dongmei took a large basin of clothes to wash by the river not far from home.

Huang Simei cleaned up the house and returned to the room, where the man was already asleep.

She touched her stomach.

I just hope this child is no longer a daughter.

Alas.

It's a sad day.

She gave birth to two daughters and had no say at all at home.

I don't know how much money I have to pay for fines for over-、、、 students now, but I've heard a lot.

Huang Simei's sorrow only lasted for a short time, after all, it was useless for her to worry, she had no money, all the men in the family had the final say, even if she was really short of money, the third child would find a way.

Song Shi woke up to the smell of food.

He clutched his dull head, "Big sister! Big sister! Go make me a cup of tea! ”

Within two minutes, Song Dongmei came over with an enamel cup.

"Daddy, tea."

"Hmm." Song Shi took it, blew the tea leaves, and took a sip.

The bitter taste instantly invades the taste buds.

His brows were furrowed, but his expression was pleasant, comfortable and full of enjoyment.

"Is there a final exam?" He asked.

Song Dongmei, who had already taken two steps and was still thinking about the dishes in the pot, hurriedly stopped, she bit her lip, clenched her fists, and whispered, "It's next Wednesday." ”

Dad has never cared about her studies, what does it mean to ask this?

Next, shouldn't she say that she won't be in junior high school when she's older, so she will stay at home and help?

Song Dongmei's eyes were dazed.

Yes.

Mom is going to give birth to a child, and they all say that she has a younger brother in her belly, and she wants to help take care of her younger brother at home, and when she grows up in a few years, she will find someone to marry, have children and raise children, and live her life like a mother.

But, she didn't want to!

She didn't want that!

Song Dongmei is only twelve years old, and she can't think of what she wants to do in the future to become what kind of person she will become, but no matter what she is, she must not be like her mother, who revolves around the pot all day long, relying on a man to live.

"Wednesday" Song Shi blew the tea, as if inadvertently said, "In the past few days, you have to read hard for labor and management, take a few more points, and if you do poorly, don't go to junior high school, so as not to waste the hard-earned money of labor and management!" ”

Song Dongmei: "."

Walking out of the house, Song Dongmei's brain was still buzzing.

Hm. What do you mean?

Dad said that she would not go to junior high school if she failed in the exam

That is to say, as long as she does well in the exam, she can. Finish?

"Sister! Sister! ”

Song Dongmei hurriedly ran to the kitchen in a few steps.

Lift the lid of the pot, flip it in with a spatula, add a little more water, and close the lid again.

"Sister, let me tell you."

She told her sister what Song Shi said just now, and at the end, she stared at Song Chunyu, who was only two years younger than her, with a serious face, "You must study hard and get good grades, so that Dad will let us study." ”

Song Chunyu, who was already ten years old, nodded solemnly, "Sister, I know." ”

The sisters whispered.

Imagine the future.

For lunch, I ate stir-fried water spinach, white rice porridge, and a big pot of corn on the cob.

Corn is sweet and waxy.

Song Shi nibbled on four or five, and drank two large bowls of porridge.

Looked outside.

The sun was rising high, and the sun was shining brightly blinding my eyes.

There is no doubt that today is another day of lying flat.

People should not go against nature, go with the flow, rest when they should rest, they may die of overwork if they are too tired.

The next morning, really early, it was only five o'clock.

Song Shi woke up the eldest girl.

"Get up and collect the pigs with me!"

Sleepy-eyed Song Dongmei: ".?!!! ”

It was like a thunderbolt from a sunny day that woke her up!!

Father! Father!

What do you mean?

Didn't you say that if I did well in the exam, I would continue to study?

I don't want to be a pig-killing girl!

Song Dongmei refused with all her heart, but she didn't dare to express it, so she rubbed her eyes and quickly got up.

She wanted to ask her mother for help, but her father was the master of the family, and her mother couldn't change what her father decided.

Crying chirping.

Song Shi woke up the little girl again, "Be smart, be diligent, look at your mother, and go to your uncle's second uncle's house if you have something." ”

Song Chunyu nodded in a daze.

The father and daughter stepped on the dew of the summer morning and went out.

(End of chapter)