Chapter 6793 Eating and studying
Yang Huamei brightened the tung oil lamp on the table.
"How about you go to the kitchen and have a look? Hold up the lamp and don't stumble."
"That's fine."
Wang Shuanzi raised it Went out with a tung oil lamp.
Yang Huamei fiddled with another tung oil lamp at the table.
It’s really embarrassing to say.
When I got married from my parents’ family, the dowry contained only a box of candles.
That was more than ten years ago. At that time, 90% of the households in the village were lighting tung oil lamps and soybean oil lamps. There were only two or three households that could light candles. Candles were a luxury item.
But she has plenty.
Later, I gave birth to two children. The children had to get up at night to eat, drink, change diapers, etc., and the lights could not be turned off.
Shuanzi suggested lighting tung oil lamps all night long to save money.
She scoffed at the time. The candles were so nice, so bright and high-end. Her parents were overtly and covertly subsidizing her, and her dowry was so generous, right?
Lighting up tung oil lamps and soybean oil lamps, the price will drop a lot, and more importantly, I feel sorry for my two twin sons.
They are big fat twins. The two stars falling from the sky, the baby bumps, and the dim light are too unfair to them!
Times have changed, and now, tung oil lamps and soybean oil lamps are back in the house.
The tung oil in this tung oil lamp is not bought with money. It is the tung oil that Wang Shuanzi picked from the tung trees on the mountain road back and forth to the school and squeezed it out. It does not cost any money.
Even if you sleep at night, the tung oil lamp must be extinguished and you have to get up in the dark.
Because we want to save money, there are too many places to spend money at home, so give the money to the children and let them light candles.
Especially if Xiao Hei wants to read a book, he must light a candle, as the tung oil lamp will damage his eyes.
Yang Huamei stared at the big lights on the table without blinking, tears suddenly falling down her cheeks.
Why are the lives of many people in the village getting better and better, while my own life is getting worse and worse?
People say that children have to endure some hardships when they are young. When the children grow up, it is time to enjoy the blessings.
Nowadays, the children are getting older day by day, but has she really begun to enjoy happiness?
How does she feel that her days of suffering have just begun?
When Yang Huamei was depressed and pessimistic, Wang Shuanzi came back.
Yang Huamei quickly wiped away the tears on her face and turned to look at him: "How are you? Are you going to have dinner?"
Wang Shuanzi sat down, shook his head, and said to Yang Huamei: "Dad smashed the big pig's hooves and sent them to Xiao Hei's house. After he was done, he went back to the house to sleep. In the twelfth lunar month, dad basically spent the night "Don't eat dinner."
Yang Huamei was puzzled: "Your father doesn't eat, but we eat, and he doesn't come to say hello to us?"
Holding the kitchen. For so long, she couldn't even use the kitchen to cook dinner. Well, he occupied the kitchen to give Xiao Heiyun a big pig's hooves. He worked hard and was a good man.
But when you're done using the kitchen, you should come over and say something, right?
He doesn’t eat it himself, but his son and wife still have to eat it!
"Your father did this on purpose!" Yang Huamei said angrily.
Wang Shuanzi was also helpless, "Hey, this man's temperament is similar to that of a child when he is old, and he is too protective of Xiaohei. Let's not get along with him, okay?"
Yang Huamei was extremely angry. He smiled back: "Didn't your father make me angry enough?"
"If I were really as knowledgeable as him, we would have separated the family and let him start a new business when your mother passed away!"
Wang Shuanzi nodded repeatedly, "I know all about your virtuousness."
" Dad, he is too indulgent of his children. We are married, they are separated from each other, and they have spoiled the children, and they will not listen to him..."
Wang Shuanzi said apologetically, and stopped as he said it, as if he had made a mistake. He looked at Yang Huamei like a child, guilty and a little flattering.
It seemed that her next decision could send him to heaven or send him to hell. Fortunately, Yang Huamei had feelings for him. She couldn't bear to see him looking so cautious and timid.
“That’s all, I’ll go cook the night meal.”
Seeing Yang Huamei getting up, Wang Shuanzi was still a little unable to react.
Shouldn't she... be angry?
Yang Huamei took two steps and then stopped, turned around and told him: "The father's debt must be paid to the son, and the son's debt to the father must be paid. Your father and your son have made me angry, so don't even think about being lazy..."
"Of course, I, I will help you stuff the firewood."
Wang Shuanzi also smiled and followed Yang Huamei to the kitchen.
When passing the door of the small dark room, Wang Shuanzi stopped for a moment, went over and knocked twice on the door.
It was originally lit with candles, and there was the sound of gnawing on a big pig's trotters.
But with Wang Shuanzi’s two knocks on the door, the sound inside disappeared and the candlelight was blown out.
Then Xiao Hei's voice came: "Which one? I'm already going to bed!"
Wang Shuanzi turned his head and looked at Yang Huamei, who shook his head.
This kid is so stupid, he can lie so lowly. This brain is still Liu Zi's. If you dare to do farm work at home, it is more practical. If you go to work outside, you will be beaten to death by others!
"Xiao Hei, I know you haven't slept. Come to the kitchen. My parents have something to ask you."
"Dad, can you do it tomorrow? I really slept, and my clothes are all gone." Take it off..."
"If you want to go to your fourth uncle's house for dinner tomorrow, just come out honestly, otherwise you won't have to go anywhere!"
Wang Shuanzi's voice became colder and he did not yell. After speaking, he turned around and left.
When the couple entered the kitchen and just lit the soybean oil lamp, and the fire in the kitchen started to burn, Xiao Hei finally came over slowly.
Not only Xiaohei came, but Wang Hongquan also came.
It seemed that Wang Hongquan had not fallen asleep at all, and had been listening to what was going on outside.
"Why are you going to trouble if you don't let your children sleep on a cold night?"
Wang Hongquan tightened his clothes and closed the kitchen door to keep out the strong north wind.
Hearing what Wang Hongquan said, Xiao Hei rubbed his eyes deliberately and pretended that he really got up from the bed.
But his parents didn’t let him go back.
So he shrank his neck and turned his eyes from Wang Shuanzi to Yang Huamei.
Yang Huamei was immersed in kneading dough and didn't even look at him.
Wang Shuanzi spoke quietly at this time: "I called you here tonight to ask you about your studies. What do you think?"
"What do you think?"
Xiao Hei stopped pretending now and looked at Wang Shuanzi blankly. "Dad, I don't have any ideas."
"How can I not have any ideas? You are fifteen or sixteen years old. If you are a farmer, you have to be ready to explain. You have to find a way." You can make money to support yourself, your wife and children, and your parents. "
"Dad, I really don't have any ideas. I, don't I just eat and study, and eat and eat and study again..."
Yang Huamei threw the rolling pin at Xiao Hei's feet with a bang. "Eat and study. Eat and study? Have you eaten too much? Don’t you know how many books you’ve read, Shaofan? You’re just wasting our money when you can’t figure it out, you heartless bastard!”
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