Chapter 245: Twenty Years Ago (7)

(7) Poor eggs

There are rich and poor monsters, and the poor must be ugly.

In today's world, kindness is a determinant that means stupidity and being bullied, and being poor is a curse that can put people in a state of no return.

I have always believed that the poor are poor only because they don't know how to use money. Don't look at the fact that many people have a lot of money in their pockets and are still poor. Those who use the money for display to eat, drink, prostitute, gamble, and drug are poor; Those who are used to curry favor and give bribes are not poor?

Sometimes when I say that a certain celebrity or celebrity is poor, people who listen to me think that I have some background, but in fact, I am talking about people who are poor in words and deeds. It has nothing to do with the money in his pocket or his looks.

In the 70s and early 80s, when I was extremely poor in material poverty, she always stared at her and restrained her children from picking up food, but she smiled at the guests and persuaded her to eat and drink, which I think is a typical poor person's words and deeds. It forced me to study hard, hoping to leave home as soon as possible.

At that time, after the results of the high school entrance examination came down, my mother was very beautiful, and everyone congratulated her on her "good start". In addition, their unit organized a trip to Mount Emei, and she was stopped by a Taoist on the mountain road and said: Although there are six children, the eldest daughter is the one who can be relied on in the end. She became more and more superstitious. He began to deduct his younger siblings again, and was dedicated to being good to me. Until now, my younger siblings are still haunted, because my mother cooks meat, they can only drink soup and eat some minced meat, and the good ones are cut and dried into dried meat, and I have someone to bring them to school.

Actually, I didn't receive the jerky at all, but I brought a piece of dried cheese that couldn't be broken, and two catties of caramel and toffee from the state food factory, as well as a few black things. The roommate said: It's impossible to bring sugar, your mother has lived here for more than a month, and she knows that there is a lot more sugar in Chengdu than you there.

Chen Yu, who was as bold as a boy, came over to take a look, took a piece of black stuff and put it in his mouth, saying that it looked like meat. I also ate a piece, it was really boiled yak jerky, and everyone wanted to try the legendary yak meat, but it turned out that even the seven roommates didn't get a piece of it. However, according to the younger brother, the jerky he brought was a big bag, at least six or seven catties.

Whenever someone went to Chengdu, my mother would invite her to the house to kill chickens and cook fish, and then ask someone to bring a back of apples or a sack of walnuts. In fact, all I received was two apples and half an expired "Ugly Duckling" magazine, or a college entrance examination tutorial book from previous years. The roommate said again: Your mother knows that we have a lot of tutoring workbooks, as well as mock questions in Haidian District, Beijing, and can't finish them, how can you still bring them all the way?

It's ten yuan of pocket money a month, and my mother is reluctant to send it to the post office, so I asked someone to bring it, and I didn't receive it once throughout the semester.

Whether it is a professor, a cadre, a good neighbor, or a good colleague, they are all poor and short-minded, and as soon as they are delayed on the road, they will eat to reduce the burden, and there is no extra money to make up for it!

I actually don't care about not receiving it, but my brother is very angry, thinking that his mother is too unfair, when he was pregnant with me, she loved to eat fish, but when she was pregnant with him, she loved to eat potatoes, so he was not smart by nature, and he was still angry the day after tomorrow, and he ate rotten fruits every day, and he had to keep it for me to take a vacation.

Actually, my brother is 25 centimeters taller than me, so what else does it matter? But my mother's poor style is really something I must resolutely avoid repeating the mistakes of the past!

I found that my son eats the small ones first when he eats grapes, and picks the ones he doesn't like to eat first, so he wants to save the good ones for the last. He resolutely corrected the pessimistic tendency of the poor man, and made sure that he started to eat from the biggest and the best, so that if he always ate the biggest and the best, he would be in a happy mood and live the life of a rich man.

Don't be like his father, Mr. Bei, the weather is 35 degrees, and you have to ride your own bicycle and bring a bento, saving four yuan for subway tickets and lunch money for my brother's gambling. also beat his wife, forcing his wife to help him earn money for their family to have face in ten miles and eight towns. Such a poor style is really rare in the world!