Liang Qiuhua, the third child in the family, is insightful and sensible. She is interested in embroidery and learns from a master, slowly blossoming her own life. Liang Dahua, the eldest child, is ...
Bad things happen one after another, and when things get bad enough, maybe good times will come.
The production team was disbanded suddenly, catching everyone off guard.
Qiuhua's family was allocated a little over four mu of land. The team leader said that everyone would have their own plots, and whether they harvested well or poorly was their own responsibility. If they didn't have enough to eat year-round, that was their own problem. Some thought that dividing the land was better, while others thought that eating from the same pot was better. Regardless of what everyone thought, the land had been divided, and life had to go on.
A brick kiln had been built in the town, and Dahua signed up to work there. He could work in the fields and the factory at the same time. There was also good news about the steel mill Liang Genfa had mentioned years ago.
That evening, the sun had already set in the west, but my father had not returned home yet.
The sky in May was already a little gray, and Liang Genfa had not returned yet, so his family started to worry.
"Brother, why don't you just walk all the way to wait for dad? It's so late, why haven't you come back yet?"
Qiuhua waited and waited but her father didn't show up. She became restless. The whole family had already eaten, and there was only a bowl of rice left, covered with leftover vegetables, which was kept warm in the pot with hot water.
Dahua was also a little worried, so he went out to wait for his father as Qiuhua asked. Erhua was the only one left in the house. He had eaten his fill and gone into his room, ignoring everything. Ever since the last incident, he had always avoided people, his face gloomy and his thoughts unclear. Sometimes he would just sit there in a daze, repeatedly stroking his bare finger, which had been amputated.
No one knew what he was thinking, and no one seemed to care.
Qiuhua sometimes looked at her second brother, wanting to say something but ultimately unable to speak.
This incident was like an annoying thorn that was deeply embedded in this family. The group of people who were watching the excitement at the time had long forgotten about it and the finger that Erhua had lost.
Not long after Dahua went out, voices were heard at the door. Qiuhua listened carefully and found that it was the voices of her father and brother.
Qiuhua had a preconceived idea that something had happened, so she hurried over and saw two smiling faces in the dim light.
“Dad!”
"Hey, Qiuhua! You're all waiting for me? Have you eaten yet? Eat first!"
"I've eaten, why are you so late?"
Qiuhua walked back to the house and opened the lid of the pot. A stream of hot steam came out. She reached in and touched the bowl. It was warm but not hot, so she quickly took it out.
Chunhua fell asleep at this time. Qiu Zhen came out and complained: "Old man, why are you back so late? Did you run into a ghost in the fields?"
Liang Genfa laughed heartily, picked up his bowl and took a few mouthfuls of rice, saying, "No ghosts, but there is good news. The captain asked me to go and talk about something, and it turned out to be about the steel mill!"
He was clearly very excited; under the light of the kerosene lamp, two blushes drifted across his dark, wrinkled face. Seeing this, Qiu Zhen calmed down, realizing it must be good news from the steel mill.
"Can you go to work?"
"Sure!" After a few mouthfuls, half of the bowl of rice was left. Liang Genfa said without paying attention to the food in his mouth, "I will start working next month. The monthly salary is 35 yuan!"
Thirty-five yuan! The whole family exclaimed in surprise. Qiuhua had never seen so much money in her life. She couldn't believe her ears!
"Yes, thirty-five! I've worked as a blacksmith, so I don't have to start as an apprentice. I'll be paid like a skilled worker, and as I work my way up, I'll get more every year!"
There can be more than thirty-five!
Qiuhua looked at his father, mother and brother with joy. The dim light could not hide the joy and excitement that was overflowing in the room. It had been so long since there was good news. All of a sudden, the shadows and the air in the room seemed to come alive.
"Then we won't be hungry anymore!"
"No, we will have enough food in the future. We will have meat every few days. Qiuhua and Xiaohua are in the growing period." Liang Genfa swept the last grain of rice on the edge of the bowl into his mouth, slurping it twice, still feeling unsatisfied.
"Dahua is getting old, so you need to find a husband as soon as possible. I'll build a house for you after I get the first payment next month. That way, it will be easier to find a husband."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door slammed open and Erhua came out with a dark face. He walked to the table and sat down straight.
The joyful atmosphere was suddenly swept away, replaced by a cold and unpleasant atmosphere.
"Your family is all talking and laughing! Eating meat, building a house, and even getting married!"
The words "your whole family" stung everyone in the Liang family. Liang Gen's eyes widened with anger. He slammed his palm on the table in rage and shouted, "What did you say, you bastard!"
Qiu Zhen hurriedly pulled him: "Old man, what are you doing? Let's talk it over nicely!"
"Look, is what he just said even human language? Speak nicely, how can I speak nicely? Do you want me to kneel down and kowtow to him?"
"How dare I ask your old man to kowtow to me? I'm lucky you didn't beat me to death, or else you can chop off all ten of my fingers!"
This matter is still not over!
Just when the situation was tense, Chunhua's crying was heard from inside the room.
"What are you doing? Stop arguing. You've woken Chunhua up!" Qiu Zhen complained a few words and hurried in to pick up the child.
"Get out of here, I'll pretend I don't have a son like you!"
After a while, Liang Genfa uttered these words.
Erhua was not about to show weakness when he heard this. He stood up and was about to leave. Qiuhua grabbed him and said, "Brother, where are you going? It's dark outside. There's nothing to hang around!"
"Yes, I just hang out outside and can't do any real work. Your family are all good people, except me. I'm leaving! I'll let you live a good life!"
Qiuhua felt that she had said the wrong thing, so she shut her mouth and stopped talking, but just held him tightly with both hands.
Erhua's hand was hurt by being grabbed, and he knew that he shouldn't take his anger out on Qiuhua, but his anger rose up like a vicious dragon, and he was pinned down by the dragon and unable to move, completely losing his own thoughts.
Why did he open the door in the first place? He vaguely heard good things about his father, and he was actually happy. After all, as long as his father could make more money, the whole family could live a good life. He heard that he would get 35 yuan a month, that there would be enough food and meat, and then there was Dahua's matter.
Then there is the current situation, which is out of control.
"Qiuhua! Why are you holding him? Let him go!"
Liang Gen has a bad temper, and Erhua's temper is very similar to his. The more similar they are, the more they dislike each other. They are like two roosters who don't want to give in to each other and will start fighting with just a few words.
Dahua grabbed his father, while Mum and Qiuhua stopped Erhua. His anger had already cooled down a little, but it was ignited again by his father's words.
The second burning anger seemed even more ferocious.
He pushed away his mother and sister's hands and rushed into the night without caring about anything.
No one will be able to sleep well this night.