In the fourth grade, the second volume of math diary flea market, there are few words to help my mother buy food

after school, I went to the vegetable garden. Both parents are working in the vegetable garden. They should harvest the ripe vegetables and pack them so that they can go to the farmer's market early tomorrow morning to sell them at a good price.

when I saw them sweating, I hurried over, bent down and cut leeks like them.

"Have you finished your homework?" Seeing me coming, my father asked me calmly.

"When I'm done, just a little homework." I answered casually.

"I'll be fine after finishing my homework? Can you recite the text? Can words be written? " My father suddenly raised his voice and asked me. Before I could answer, my mother said, "You don't have to take care of things here, it's me and your father. Just do your study well and go back to reading. " Although the voice is soft, it cannot be refuted.

I sat on the stool, thinking of what happened just now, and I felt very wronged.

It was fine on November 5th.

When I got home from school, my parents were not there. "It must be that the vegetables are not sold out. It's always like this." I said to myself, so I went to my classmate's house to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I played with my classmates for a while. It was already past 7 o'clock. So I ran home quickly. When I got home, my parents had just returned.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back."

Mother just answered, turned to her father and said, "Guess how much it sold?" Before his father could speak, he said, "It's 246 yuan!" Mother's face was bright, as if she had won the first prize.

Parents in memory seldom laugh, except when they come back from selling vegetables to count money. Perhaps, heavy labor and hard life have numbed them? I think so.