What does your sister-in-law think of your family?

My sister-in-law thinks my family is very rough. In fact, if it weren't for my father, the black sheep of my family, my grandparents would have a good life, really. Because I want to reduce his sentence and find someone to help him live a little easier in it. My grandparents really spent all their savings! I also have two aunts and an uncle. The two aunts borrowed from the east and the west and became second brothers. It was really that kind of forbearance.

During my father's absence, my family lived like this: Grandpa worked as an assistant engineer in the company. Grandma is still sick on and off. My aunt and aunt are married, but they live near each other. My elder sister-in-law (who also has stories) was the backbone of my family at that time, and my uncle had little contact with my family because of my elder sister-in-law (who also has a series of stories), except holidays.

In order to reduce grandpa's burden, the elder sister-in-law discussed with grandpa and asked the unit for an indicator. There are several pavements downstairs in the unit, which are rented out to relatives of the unit. With the pavement, my elder sister-in-law (really the indicator light in my life, I admire her business acumen, but she is just a strange girl, and there is no condition for her to fly higher and farther) studied electricity and e-commerce in secondary school, and then introduced video games in our small county. My elder sister-in-law opened the first video game shop in a small county.

That is, in 1997, those video game machines in king of fighters masturbated, gave gifts and played in Luobei, with three coins for one dollar and five coins for two dollars. So the business started, and then we sold cigarettes, snacks, melon seeds, biscuits, Jianlibao, Coca-Cola, betel nut, frozen coconut sugar cane in hot weather and hot sweet potato and sweet potato in cold weather. There is also a shed on the open space outside the sidewalk to make pool tables, each of which costs 50 cents. After playing a game, I remember that there are many "just right" written in chalk on the steps of the sidewalk.

I saved 50 cents, for my father's sake, but also for my life. I have been a night owl since I was a child, helping to wrap balls, selling coins and cutting betel nuts. At two o'clock in the morning, when my grandparents and aunts collected fifty cents to sort out the money, I helped to open the coin box with the key, took back all the game coins in each box, and then tidied them up neatly in the grid where the game coins were placed. There are five piles of them, all of which are heavy in the grid. I felt particularly happy at that time, and I feel so now.