When the family divided their property, it was agreed that Xiao Yijing and Xiao Yiyun would each give the old man twenty catties of grain per month.
The third son, Xiao Yichen, gives him ten yuan a month.
Because Jin Dan and his two brothers lived and ate with the old man, the eldest son's family gave them an extra ten catties of grain every month.
The old man originally planned to divide the grain into four equal parts.
One portion for each of the three sons.
The elderly couple also received a share.
Then I thought better of it.
Since the children needed food every month anyway, we simply didn't save any for them.
Except for keeping 60 jin of cornmeal, the rest was divided into three equal portions.
As a result, the elderly couple's food rations were not enough, especially since they also had four children to support.
When Xiao Yiyun saw the rations that had been distributed, he understood what was going on.
They agreed to give each other grain on the first day of each month.
When he came to deliver the grain, he gave us a full fifty catties. Of course, there wasn't much wheat flour; most of it was cornmeal.
Even so, Aunt Xiao didn't want more, thinking that thirty catties would be enough, since Tiedan ate here every day.
If we don't ask for more food, the elderly couple really can't afford to supply them!
Xiao Yiyun disagreed.
After much persuasion, he finally managed to convince his mother to keep the grain.
Aunt Xiao thought that although her two sons would give her grain, eighty catties of grain would definitely not be enough to fill her stomach, but there were still vegetables in the field, right?
There are also wild vegetables and mushrooms on the mountain.
Even if things don't go well, the third son still gives me ten yuan a month. Now, grain is only a little over ten cents a pound, which can buy quite a lot.
That sounded like a good idea, but the result... well, let's just say it was a disaster!
We still haven't seen the grain from the eldest son's family.
Aunt Xiao knew exactly what was going on.
Most of the grain belonging to the eldest son's family had already been sent to Zhang Hehua's parents' home.
The two of them, being an old couple, can accept eating poor food, but they also have four grandsons to feed.
Tie Dan's grain has already been moved over.
Looking at those four boys whose bellies could hold a lot.
Aunt Xiao's mouth never closed.
One reason is that she's happy to see her grandson eating so much; he's eating well and growing well, which is a good thing!
One of them had mouth full of blisters and couldn't eat anything; she ate that bowl of noodles way too fast!
The money ran out in just a few days, so she had no choice but to exchange it for grain twice more with the villagers.
Even so, we've almost finished eating it all!
Several times when I ran into the eldest sister in the yard, before she could even speak, she would lower her head and walk away quickly!
She was heartbroken!
All these years, this is his eldest son!
How did it turn out like this!
While slouching and serving rice, Aunt Xiao heard someone enter the yard!
The noise doesn't sound like those four mischievous monkeys!
They're all very active and mischievous, and they make a lot of noise!
I was still wondering to myself, who is this person? They came into the hospital without saying a word.
After wiping his hands on his tattered apron, he came out and saw his eldest son standing there, looking exhausted.
Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Aunt Xiao noticed that her eldest son had become noticeably thinner, his face was sallow, there were more red veins in the whites of his eyes, and his eyes looked somewhat swollen.
It's obvious they're not doing well!
The clothes he was wearing weren't exactly tattered, but some parts were torn and unpatched.
His hair was a mess, and he didn't look like someone with a family and a career at all.
Aunt Xiao was heartbroken; her eyes immediately reddened, her nose twitched slightly, and her lips were pursed.
Her heart ached terribly, but the words that came out were anything but forgiving: "Why are you here? You still remember you have a mother like me?"
Xiao Yijing gave an awkward, ingratiating smile. When he saw that his mother had noticed the hole in his knee, he turned away sheepishly.
The first words I spoke to Aunt Xiao in so long: "Mom, I'm hungry!"
Aunt Xiao got angry when she heard this, and muttered, "Hungry? Go home and eat. We've separated the family, why are you still coming to me?"
Although he said that, he turned around and went into the house, took out a bowl of corn porridge, and placed it on the table that had been set up in the yard.
He went back inside and brought out two plates, one of pickled vegetables and the other of stir-fried cucumber.
Finally, they went back inside and brought out a large bowl containing loofah soup.
With a droopy face, she handed the chopsticks in her hand to her eldest son: "Here, eat. Everyone talks about the debt to children, the debt to children, I really owe you!"
Xiao Yijing smiled ingratiatingly at his mother, then took the chopsticks and began to eat.
These dishes must have been prepared in advance.
So it wasn't so hot anymore, and Xiao Yijing wolfed it down.
Delicious, delicious, it's the taste I've always longed for.
Xiao Yijing drank a bowl of hot corn porridge and ate two cornbreads, feeling so satisfied that he kept burping.
Aunt Xiao watched her son eat with such gusto, then turned her head away and wiped her tears with her sleeve.
How did they manage to live like this?
Then she stopped looking at him.
After Xiao Yijing finished eating, he smiled shyly at his mother.
After laughing, he pulled out a bunch of small bills from his pocket, which he didn't even bother to straighten, and just placed them crumpled on the table: "Mom, I've come to give you some money. Hehua took all the grain back to her parents' home, and I went out to find some side jobs and earned a few dollars. Take this money and exchange it for some grain."
Aunt Xiao looked at her son's hands, which used to be rough, but now were covered in cracks.
It's not winter, so why are my hands like this?
Aunt Xiao could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face.
"My son...where have you been?"
Xiao Yijing smiled again, but this time his smile was tinged with humility, helplessness, pain, and despair.
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