Chapter 249: Spicy Mother and Daughter (2)

(2) The paradox of good and evil

Mom always said that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and that sounds like that's right. She made something delicious or bought something rare, and she had to think about sharing some with her colleagues and neighbors, and every time I asked me to send it, I felt ashamed, as if I wanted to slap someone's back.

Maybe my mother didn't think so, she thought that they were not killed during the fight (other teachers were killed), and that someone secretly put food in front of the house at night and did not starve to death, because she was usually kind to others.

Actually, I heard from my grandmother that the person who took off her shoes during the day to take out the insoles and hit her in the mouth was the one who secretly gave her food at night, and it was also someone else who instructed her to do so, so that she was able to survive and meet her grandchildren and granddaughters.

I also believe that the people who usually have to be good are the ones who make small reports, write anonymous letters, or report and expose materials, because they should make their attitude clear as early as possible and draw a clear line, so as not to be implicated. On the contrary, it is the people who have nothing to do with each other who have hope to save you with kindness.

At that time, food was provided according to the population, and my family had many sisters, and when they were still young, they had rich food stamps, and one of my mother's best teachers said that her family did not have enough to eat, so she used my family's food stamps every month. After two or three years of this, one night a thief entered her house, and she was more vigilant, saying that the thief had escaped by jumping out of the window.

Later, a habitual thief was caught in the city and confessed: Before jumping out of the window of the teacher's house, he grabbed a book with more than 100 catties of food stamps, and he sold it for hundreds of yuan one after another.

Look, the teacher who asked for my food stamps didn't even know that she had lost so many food stamps! It stands to reason that with this kind of thing, my mother should learn a lesson, right? No, she still responds to her requests, and she doesn't have them herself, so she has to give them if she borrows from others. The first thing I do when I receive my salary every month is to repay the money I borrowed.

She has about the same salary as her father, and they both claim to be equivalent to the salary of the county party secretary, and she is happy in her heart, in fact, can the "stinky old nine" of Qingshui Yamen be compared with the official?

It wasn't until 1982 that she took her little sister to send me to Chengdu to go to school, and she woke up. Later, he ran to the door of the then secretary of the county party committee (that is, the village clerk when she was assigned to be a village teacher when she just graduated), and said that if he was not transferred to the county seat immediately, he would expose his old background and expose his ugly things back then.