Early the next morning, Fat Tou went to the house selling grate and knocked on the door for a long time, but the grate seller did not open the door. After knocking for a while, the grate seller finally opened the door.
Fat Tou pretended to be surprised when he saw that the grate seller's eyes were swollen like small tomatoes. He laughed and said, "What's the matter? Your eyes are swollen from the bride's kisses!"
The grate seller ignored him, turned around and went back to the bed to lie down.
"What's wrong! Where is the bride? Has she gone to the hut?" The fat head continued to pretend.
Seeing that the grate seller looked really sad, Fat Tou knew that he would be the only one who was bored and embarrassed if he stayed here, so he quietly slipped away.
At this moment, the heart of the seller is as surging as the rising tide of the sea. What could he say?
He spent all his savings over the past few years through fraud yesterday, and he even took a bag of corn with him, which was two months of food rations that he saved through frugality!
Although he is a five-guaranteed household, his rations also have a certain amount, and they are distributed by the production team. Who has the final say on the production team? Captain Fat Head! In the past few years, Fatty has never given him fine food, only corn and sweet potatoes. What about wheat ? Didn't his fat head take it home privately?
The grate seller didn't get up that day.
The next day, people discovered that the grate seller was missing! The door of the house was always locked, and Widow Li couldn't find him even though she was looking for him to let the pigs go.
When it got dark, the grate seller came back. He was carrying a bag and passed by my house. He didn't go home and went straight into my house.
"Pour me some boiled water from your house. I'm so thirsty!" His voice was low and hoarse.
He drank two bowls of water in a row and smiled at me: "Want to eat white steamed buns ?" He took out a snow-white steamed bun from his bag!
"You can't have it, you can't have it. You can take it back and eat it yourself." Mother said.
"I have another one in this bag! I want a total of them today..." He hesitated, "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I went out to beg for food today..." He paused and told the truth.
"I'm going to get two white steamed buns. The others are made from corn flour. There are also some for corn and dried sweet potatoes." He pointed to the bag.
"How about I cook some food for you?" Mother said.
"No, no, I'm not hungry. I came back in a hurry, but I'm just thirsty!" After saying that, he threw down the white steamed bun and got up and left.
After that, he gave me white steamed buns a few times. Seeing that I was eating happily, he smiled and said, "I will go to the county town tomorrow. There are a lot of white steamed buns in the city!"
Several years passed in the blink of an eye. With that said, we came to the land reform era of household responsibility system.
The pigs and cows in the production team were divided into homes, and the pig troughs and cow troughs were separated. The grate sellers also lost their jobs - there were no pigs to herd.
When the land was being divided, he asked the captain for land. The fat head said: "You are a five-guaranteed household, how can I get any land for you!"
"What will I do if I don't have land for food and clothing?"
"That's the country. You go to the country to find out the matter. Besides, my current captain is useless. The land has been distributed to each household. I have no rights and can no longer shoulder this responsibility!" The fat man yelled at him with his eyes wide open. road.
The grate seller had to go home unhappy.
Later, he did odd jobs for others. When an elderly person passed away, he would sweep floors and other odd jobs to support himself. When I have nothing to do, I go out to beg for food and earn some pocket money.
Until one year on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, he went to the city to ask for some white steamed buns, but he never came back...
Throughout his life, just when people's lives were getting better and his life was getting better, It comes to an end - a perfect ending like a string of white steamed buns. @微 headlines @Story Meeting #around# #job#
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