For the Bi family in Northeast China, they suddenly became rich. Without a buffer period of struggle, they could only wait for a good life...
The gap between the rich and the poor before and after is really too big!
Not to mention that Bi Tielin and Liu Yafang were not psychologically adapted, even Bi Sheng, a teenager, felt insecure.
Bi Tielin and Liu Yafang didn't dare to spend money because they were afraid.
I'm extremely afraid of what Bi Jinzhi said, which is true but true: the foundation is too poor, and it has been poor for too many years. If something happens one day, a strong wind will blow down the pole.
The couple had heard of and seen the "grand blueprint" before. Both Bi Tielin and Bi Yue had painted a rosy picture for them.
But they have a deep-rooted belief that:
If you spend less money, or if you can avoid spending it, can you cope with the emergency? It is better to have money in hand and not be worried than to have no money at all.
Is it possible that something big will happen one day, and we can’t be so passive as to let the two children climb on the train and then get up early and work late to sell big fruits?
Will the two children be able to graduate from college and earn a salary safely? If they can get a salary, it will be great. It will be a stable job, and the younger son can rely on his older brothers and sisters.
For parents, there is nothing more heartbreaking than not being able to afford their children's education.
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But for Bi Sheng, who was both good in character and academic performance and the greediest and youngest child, his family had suddenly "changed" in his eyes.
My sister brought back the roast chicken, but grandpa was gone. He closed his eyes when he took the trough cake.
Many things in the family, big and small, and the structure of the family have changed.
There is some meat on the table at every meal, and the dishes are oily.
His parents no longer asked him if he was full, and he no longer took a few bites and then quickly left the table to pretend he was full.
Instead, she stayed with him until the end and served him some dishes. The dishes were no longer just pickled cabbage. She picked out slices of meat and put them in his bowl, and asked him if he liked it and whether he was craving meat.
After finishing a bowl of rice, my parents would get up and add more.
Later he got a new schoolbag and pencil case, and even more than twenty black wooden notebook clips that could hold every exercise book.
Bi Sheng was a little confused and felt uneasy.
The days become like this:
I received a bunch of stuff today that I haven't seen before.
I can use the school supplies my sister mailed to me tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow, my uncle will appear in the village dressed very well and appear in front of him. The friends who come back from school with him will be extremely envious, and Bi Sheng will be very proud.
My uncle would touch his head and tell him:
"Get along well with your classmates and have fun this winter vacation. Next year, I'll take you to Kyoto to study with your older sister and brother."
Kyoto?
Isn't Kyoto the place where the great leader lived? There's Tiananmen Square there, there's a moat there, and the textbooks say the five-star red flag flutters there. That ancient capital was huge, wonderful, and bustling.
Bi Sheng didn't know whether he should believe it or not. He only knew that he couldn't play around anymore. He had to study hard while everything was going well, and he couldn't show off to his classmates.
What if one day I wake up from the dream, what if one day all this fails, my classmates will laugh at me even more.
He paid extra attention to it with a new schoolbag, a new pen and a new notebook.
There is always a thought in my mind: use it sparingly so that there will be some left over.
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Bi Tiegang glanced at Bi Sheng, flicking the kang mat with his index finger and asking doubtfully, "You little brat, you have plenty to eat and drink, so how can you be so carefree in your life?"
Bi Sheng sat on the edge of the kang, bent over to tie his cotton shoelaces, and replied, "That's just what I said." Then he turned his head to look at his father and asked:
"So what? Can you still let me drink Jianlibao every day?"
"You damn brat!" Bi Tiegang habitually raised his hand to hit Bi Sheng, but before his hand fell, he heard a commotion and noise outside.
Bi Sheng glanced at Bi Tiegang and said confidently, "I'll go out and see what's going on!" Then he ran out.
Bi Tiegang followed him out.
Unaccustomed to their sudden wealth and the improved status of the Bi family in the village, the Bi family father and son had just walked out of the yard when the villagers running past the door shouted:
"Tiegang, something bad is going to happen soon. If you have more experience, go and take a look and help worry about it! Something happened to the widow Zhang who you helped farm. It's not easy for a widow to give up her job!"
Bi Tiegang felt uncomfortable no matter how he heard it, but he didn't show it on his face. He quickened his pace and ran towards the team headquarters.
"My Wu Zi! Oh God, please take me away too. I raised Wu Zi with great difficulty until he was eighteen, now take my life too!"
Widow Zhang, who lived at the foot of the mountain west of the village, had disheveled hair and was wearing only a thin cotton-padded jacket without a coat. She sat slumped at the door of the brigade headquarters.
It was freezing outside, but in just a short while, Widow Zhang's area was crowded with people.
The teenagers were asking questions of this adult and that adult, the older ladies were wiping Widow Zhang's tears with their headscarves, and the men were talking at once.
The old village chief had a worried look on his face, squatting on the side with a big pipe in his mouth. No matter who asked him anything, he would reply: "Our secretary is away on a business trip. What should we do? If he were home, he could accompany him."
Bi Tiegang heard a few words from one person and a few sighs from another. At first he thought that their wages were withheld, or that they had been injured while working and smashed something, just like him.
After careful inquiry, I finally understood...
What's going on?
In the past year and a half, no one has cared about the farmers going out to work, especially in the past six months, there is no need to even report it.
Farming is hard work. I barely make two pounds, just enough to feed myself.
If God doesn't help you, it will be very difficult for a family, no matter how many people there are, to have enough food.
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