"Genfa, you're still the best. Look at me," he patted his dry cloth pockets. His gray hair made his face look even more dry and dark. "I have no money in my pocket, no cigarettes in my mouth, and no peace at home."
Liang Genfa patted him. He was not good at talking, so he could only make a few jokes: "Well, what's the point of having money? What else does an old man need? Let's just live like this. Drinking tea is pretty good."
"Of course you think it's good!"
Wang Xiaogou, who was standing next to him, interrupted and said, "You, Liang Genfa, have successful children and a lot of money that hasn't come from Shanghai. How can life be difficult for you? He's miserable..."
Wang Xiaogou can write. He used to record work points in the brigade, and later worked as an accountant in the iron factory. His life is okay now that he is old, but this old man has a shortcoming: he likes to compare and compete in everything. He offended many people when he was young.
People say that contentment is the greatest happiness. If you have earned your current life through your own ability, you should understand how precious and difficult it is. If you are not living well now, there are probably causes and consequences.
But Wang Xiaogou didn't think so. He often felt that he was living a good life, and often felt that he was living a bad life. It mainly depended on who he compared himself with.
Compared to Asan, he felt that he was living a god's life.
Compared with Liang Genfa, he immediately felt that his life was no different from eating coarse food.
"I never thought you'd be living such a comfortable life now. Think about how many work points you could earn in the team back then? Not even as much as my family earns!"
A wave of heat rushed into Wang Xiaogou's heart. He felt more and more bitter as he spoke, and said, "I remember that your family owed work points to the team every year!
You didn't make a name for yourself in Shanghai, and you don't know how to farm when you come back. It's all for nothing that you got all those plots of land!"
"You beast, all you can do is talk about things that happened decades ago," Xiao Ge didn't like what he heard and scolded him, "You're just like the pickled vegetables in the jar, sour and smelly."
Maybe it was really because his life had gotten better that Liang Gen wasn't as bad-tempered anymore, and he wasn't even angry with Wang Xiaogou at all.
Yes, I've heard these words since I was young, and my ears are now callused.
"No problem, no problem." He waved his hand.
"Oh, you are so generous. You are putting on airs because your life has become better now. You didn't do well in the iron factory back then. You were a worker from Shanghai. What a boast!
Otherwise, when the people from Shanghai came to investigate the situation that year, they didn't ask for you back. I told them you couldn't do it!"
Liang Genfa's old and hardened nerve suddenly vibrated with a loud bang. Xiao Geda and Asan both widened their old eyes. Without waiting for them to react, Liang Genfa stepped forward and grabbed Wang Xiaogou's clothes.
"When did the people from Shanghai come? You threw shit in front of them? You beast, you're killing me!"
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