After a really bad day（一）

Mother's worries are not redundant. Erotic following year, the family have no food, find food by the team, the DU snake said: haha no.
Du snake because I have fought twice to heart, end of the summer of that year, I look for him to write a comment that the performance of my production team. When he handed the envelope of a dead stick in my hands, I found him vague hint of a smile on his face. So I go home to her mother, the envelope must be torn look!
But my mother and I did not dare to start, then go to accounting Liu Shu. Liu Shu said it was impossible, right? Also participated in a summer work flat out Yeah, Du snake with a fourteen-year-old student governance of a baby even angry? But I insist that there must be something that says ill, and her mother find Uncle Liu ripped look, and then glue got nothing.
"Day of his fathers! Du snake is really a disaster scabies every bubble! Zaneng lazy to say against the leading baby ... ..." Uncle Liu contents of a look at the fire, and he two pieces of the letter, re-wrote me a, then signed word official seal.
After two years of the "Four Clean" campaign has come, the political movement in the Qing, the Qing economy, clear thinking, clear organization, of course, first of all to Uncle Liu Qing to the head. Four clear leadership campaign in our village, is sent to the county executive, two cadres, they do not seem to that point in our family history issues, has allowed me as the meeting.
Since the accounting books of Uncle Liu does not detect the slightest economic problems (dividends down the economy to speak of what the production team?), So when keen to engage in framing the "athletes" were presented to Liu Shu "There are times gave a fight with his wife to kill the chicken "," I suspect he was engaging in male-female relationships with C! "and so on unrelated charges and the economy, I make the text on the appropriate deletion. I think it would be the return of Uncle Liu, right?
But before the four clearing, accounting, Liu Shu Guan Dele only "reviews" of things and unable to manage food thing. When the following year Chunkun to month, my mother still can not do anything without straw. So she and her father talk to her family when her marriage dowry of a gold ring, a dark green jade beads, and I was a kid a piece of chest badge engraved with "long life" of the white (do not know the value of these things to stay in what is now!) and father from the factory having a share of pile of iron enamel pots are double-sell them, and replaced all the rice from the RMB, and only then spent the spring famine.
But every year a lean "dry spring air" space can be seen when the rice again, the end of the urn, no variables of the family property.
Abdominal wound up the capacity of people are particularly striking, with the locals put it, it is to eat an "exclusion Gallery" (alley) in. The summer is still a long way to go the ground, eat a meal is not the line ah.
Mom said: I went to beg it.
We are just saying when the mother, and did not think her hair rope to the back of the head, not with a big black clip, carrying bag and left side.
Dad had a barber's craft, the original people in the factory yard obligations often hair. At that time, people here still are not Tuitou shaved, shaved his head under the half-light, keep it on half a head of hair suddenly, the whole looked like a tassel, particularly clear boundaries.
Art no burden. After my father finished work to take advantage of the time, holding a door to door to ask fader: trouble ask, Who Tuitou your home? Push the head, will also get a bowl of half a bowl of flour.
Mother begging, and I was back home Saturday after the know.
Every Saturday I have to walk sixteen miles shortage Road home --- or copy it, go this purpose in addition to sixteen miles outside homesick, more important is to carry a week's rations.
White bread is the occasional visitors, my basic rations of rice are rice crust. Mom made the lard fried noodles, I went to school for the bubble to eat.
Fleeting PASSING, Inner Mongolia has a full two years to the blink of an eye, and I have promoted to second grade in junior high school.
I said I was three years of junior middle school education to save my "learning" benefactor Zhang Zhiying teacher, and this put back to say, in short, I now live at middle school.
It was four in 1964, has not started a clean sport spring day, I walk home from school. Entrance to the village when the sun just went downhill, I saw my mother still hoe individual plots of wheat. Under this view, they discovered that her mother stood in front of a particularly beautiful background: a piece of the clouds as red as red, and a ridge of a ridge of wheat Shuilv Shuilv. I feel suddenly happy, then ran laughing hugged his mother's neck.