Qingshu's mother asked Qingshu to give her 200 yuan a year, but Qingshu refused to do it.
Qingshu's mother asked someone to bring a letter to Qingshu's uncle, her brother, my father-in-law, and went to her house to eat tofu . In their place, when they met a family who was twitching, they loved to cook a big pot of tofu and invited a person who thought he was respected to come to their home while eating tofu and arguing about who is right and who is wrong. Probably the tofu flower and green onion is snow-white and green, which means clearly.
My father-in-law used to be the village director. Qingshu's mother asked her father-in-law to make an idea when she encountered a big problem. When Qingshu encounters big things, he likes to let his father-in-law make up his mind.
The thin and hunched green tree mother quickly cooked a pot of steaming snow-white and tender tomatoes. While eating his sister's tofu with hope, the father-in-law said to Qingshu: Qingshu, you give your mother 200 yuan a year.
The green tree does not move its chopsticks, does not speak, and sits opposite my father-in-law, like a puppet. Qingshu's mother lifted her apron and stood beside the dining table, ready to add tofu to her father-in-law at any time.
Father-in-law was eating the steaming snow-white and tender tofu while repeating the same sentence: Qingshu, your mother is 66 years old, you give your mother 200 yuan a year.
When my father-in-law said the fourth time, his words finally popped out of Qingshu's throat. Qingshu said: I plant her land, and all the harvest belongs to her, and all the fertilizers, seeds, and labor are mine. I paid for her when she was sick and gave her a piece of clothing every year. Then, Qingshu reported a record: this year he had grabbed medicine for his mother at Zhang Caoyao, spending 13.4 cents; when he went to the town to sell pumpkins, bought a piece of clothes for his mother, and when he was selling cabbage, he bought a pair of pants for his mother, spending 28.5 cents.
The green tree does not move its chopsticks, and pours bitter water overwhelmingly. Qingshu said: I haven’t bought clothes in five years. Last winter, I fell into bed for 5 days and didn’t take a single tablet of medicine. This spring, I had a hiccup whooping cough . I didn’t eat for 7 days and didn’t see a doctor.
Father-in-law is not moved by the bitterness of the green tree. While advising Qingshu to eat beans, his father-in-law repeated the same sentence for the sixth time: Qingshu, your mother is 66 years old, you give your mother 200 yuan a year!
The green tree did not move its chopsticks, stared at her mother with a fierce look, saying: She is rich!
Qingshu said: She still has at least 214 yuan in her old wooden box. Qingshu's mother had a piece of land, planting some eggplant, peppers, and cabbage. Qingshu picked it up to the town for her mother, and the mother sold it herself. Money, mother. Qingshu remembers his mother's income and expenditure every time, and a deposit of 214 yuan was his most conservative estimate.
The green tree should let the father-in-law make the theory clear. Qingshu said: Last month, Daping came back to get living expenses, and the difference was 78 yuan. I said I would lend it to her, but she insisted that she didn’t! I sold three egg-laying hens to Liu Er, who sold chicken soup in the town.
Daping is Qingshu's son. He is now in his second year of high school in the county middle school. Qingshu pays Daping 200 yuan a month for living expenses. The three hens laying eggs have always been the source of wealth for Qingshu's family.
Father-in-law will not lose his direction because of Qingshu's words. While eating the steaming, snow-white and tender tomatoes his sister had just added, the father-in-law repeated the same sentence for the 8th: Qingshu, your mother is 66 years old, you give your mother 200 yuan a year!
Seeing that his words did not have any effect on his father-in-law, Qingshu made a fuss and said: I don’t want money! She wants to cut the flesh!
Qingshu cried bitterly: Young uncle, what is my mother doing with the money?
Father-in-law became popular, slapped the table and scolded: Qingshu, then what are you doing with money for?
Qingshu said: Young uncle, I will use the money to support Daping in college!
Qingshu's wife died two years ago, and he was alone in Daping.
Father-in-law finally found an opportunity and said: Qingshu, after graduating from Daping University, how much money do you ask him to give you a year?
Qingshu gritted his teeth and said: I asked him to get at least 2,000 yuan!
Father-in-law continues to persuade Qingshu: What should you do if Daping doesn’t take money in the future?
The green tree was furious and said: He is so damn dare!
The green tree quickly calmed down and said hopefully: He is a college student, he knows whether he should take it or not.
My mother, who was silently adding tofu to her father-in-law, spoke to Qingshu's mother: Qingshu, your grandmother is 85 years old, I have to give her 200 yuan a year. I used to take it, but now I really can't get it! Qingshu's mother's deep sleep was red and wet.
That day, my father-in-law got up and got upset when he went home. This was something my father-in-law had never eaten tofu before.
On the day my father-in-law came home, he told his mother that he would give her 400 yuan every year in the future! (Author Zeng Ping)
