Where can I ask if it’s not working? What can I eat to help me recover? This is because our family was poor when you were a child. Your cotton shoes were not good, so you picked up mine and wore them. That’s why you got sick.”
Bi Yue blinked at the wall and replied calmly:
"Your worries are pointless. Who knows, I might even give birth to twins, a boy and a girl. We have the genes for that."
Liu Yafang laughed and scolded: "Shame on you."
Bi Yue turned around, no longer with her back to her mother. She rested her chin on her hand, feeling Liu Yafang's warm hand holding her foot, and asked as if she was just chatting:
"Mom, tell me about your childhood, when you were the poorest."
Liu Yafang smiled, and at this moment, her smile was very wise:
"Are you still going back to those poor days? Our family only just crawled out of the mire this year, and you still haven't had enough?"
"I asked when I was a kid, I've forgotten everything."
"I think you've forgotten about the good life after a few days and are spending money like crazy."
"That's why I asked you to say it."
"Tell me? Then tell me."
As Liu Yafang chattered away, even though it sounded chaotic, Bi Yue seemed to see scenes from that era...
"For many years, our family has cooked without oil and used a big pot of soup.
You have to cherish the good life you have now. Don’t spend money so hastily. The more you spend, the less you have.
…
You and Dacheng were okay when you were little. After all, your grandfather was quite capable back then.
He cooks in the cafeteria, and can secretly bring something home, share the meat, and our family can get some of the fat. That would make a big difference.
Throughout the year, your grandfather could only take something out of his warm sleeves three or two times, all of which were stolen from the canteen at the instigation of your grandma.
I remember when I first found out I was pregnant with you and Dacheng, your father woke me up in the middle of the night and brought me a handful of millet porridge that your grandfather had secretly brought from home. He gave it to me as if it were a treasure.
Oh, every family was poor back then. If our family had let it go a few years ago, we would have been considered a wealthy family.
How poor were people in the past?
No matter what you cook, you can't make it smell good. If others smell it, it's over.
Even if your complexion is a little better than others, that won’t work.”
Bi Yue sighed: "Is it so exaggerated?"
Liu Yafang curled her lips and said:
"Where are we going now?
Everyone else's vegetable leaves are green, but yours are red. Is that okay?
What did you eat? Where did you get it? I can't tell you, so I'll have to catch it and stew it for you.
But then again, her face wasn't flushed at that time.
At that time, when we worked, we had to run to the big greenhouse to report our thoughts before and after work.
Sometimes you have to report someone, report someone for not working properly or something like that. Not working properly is considered a problem of ideology. Once you name someone, everyone will criticize him or her.
"Mom, don't people hate the person who reported it?"
"What are you angry about? I have to report it. We have a mission, and we have to gather enough people.
Who do you think was being persecuted? Your grandmother was often reported during that time.
But I see your grandma doesn't care at all. She walked around the village being lectured by everyone without blushing or getting angry. She's really grown tough.
We just watched from the side, and sometimes we had to shout a few times to say that your milk was not good.
At first I was embarrassed. You just do your job well, it's so embarrassing.
But your milk doesn't drip.
No matter what others say, she still slacks off at work. Her own words are: "What am I afraid of? I come from three generations of poor peasants."
Haha, your grandma is really awesome, there is nothing she is afraid of.
When she was alive, I was never bullied. Most people knew that your mother was powerful, so they didn't dare to bully me.
This is also a rare thing about your grandma. No matter what I do, as long as she hears someone say bad things about me, she can stand in front of that person's house and curse for several days. She will curse whenever she remembers it.
Hey, Danier, actually when I say your grandma is good, that’s only when compared with other families in the village. She’s just okay.
She is indeed not like those crooked old ladies in our village who say they are hungry daughters-in-law and hide the food in the bowl rack and lock it in the cupboard. She did not do that.
Besides, she didn't say that she doesn't care about girls, she only cares about boys. Anyway, you are sensible.
Later, you came into being and you ran all over the place.
How old were you at that time? You were the same age as Dacheng, but you were already helping with housework.
Not like now, lazy girl.
Alas, by the time Goudan came along, our family was no longer in good shape. It was obvious that we had fallen from the upper middle class of the village.
How did you give birth to a dog egg? It was your milk that forced it to be born.
They say other families have many children, but we have few. Why do you think we have so many? It's not like we don't have any children.
At that time, I was exhausted from work, my health was weak, there was not much to eat, and I was bitter every day.
It’s not like nowadays, no matter how poor you are, you can still have some candy or something. I only had one on the day I married your father, but nothing happened after that.
Before you and Dacheng were born, all the delicious food went into your uncle's stomach. He was so small. Now that he has you, you can eat it first.
Alas! When he was born, he was so skinny, gasping for breath, and he didn't even have the energy to cry. I didn't even have milk.
Your grandma said to wait two more days, and if it doesn't work, just rub it with a wooden shovel and throw it away, because it can't be kept alive.
Your grandfather said it was a kid, it would be a waste to throw him away, so he should be fed with rice porridge. He should be fed if he can survive. He went to the captain's house to borrow food.
"As for Goudan, now that I think about it, he was lucky enough to be your brother. Look at him now, he's as strong as a calf and can stand up to eight people when talking to me."
Bi Yue laughed, and the boy was almost rubbed and thrown away by the wooden shovel. Before she finished laughing, she didn't expect that her embarrassing story was also exposed:
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