I want to talk about this.

Poverty must be a person's most painful and deepest scar.

When you are not poor, you must want to cover it carefully with a piece of cloth.

My poverty has been established for some years. It's very cold in winter. Let's uncover the cloth and bask in the sun.

Before I say poor, I want to say not poor. As far as I can remember, there are times when our family is not poor, even if it is sporadic, but it does exist. It was earlier, before I entered primary school.

About being neither poor nor poor, I only choose three points to elaborate.

First, for a time, I searched all the drawers in my house and found a gross ticket, a few cents. I often pick a few at random, and go to the village to buy 30 cents spiced melon seeds, white or 20 cents popcorn. In fact, I know that those hairy tickets are pocket money left by adults for children.

Commentary: In the next few years, I searched all the drawers in my house, under the bed and under the box, but I couldn't even find a penny, often. Every time I can't turn over a penny, I think of what my mother often says: a big river has no water, and a small river is dry. Then I stopped looking hopelessly, because I knew that at that time, our river would not only dry up, but would crack into a big hole on the ground!

Second, one year, I accidentally touched a roll of "red skin" in the folds of wheat! It was the season of wheat harvest, and the wheat was crumpled, high and full of grains, and the arm could not reach the end anyway. Father likes to hide his family's money in the folds of wheat ears, and thinks it's as secret as ever. But once I accidentally played with wheat and pulled out a stack of 100. I also know that the stack 100 has been hidden in the fold for a long time, because it was touched again later.

Commentary: For many years to come, I didn't see the 100 wheat pleat at home, and even if there was one, it disappeared.

For example, at the end of summer, it costs 6000 yuan to sell a whole season of tobacco leaves, and it will not be put down in a few days. 1 September, the school was taken away by the children at home to pay tuition. It's still 3000 yuan for corn in autumn, not to mention wheat pleats. Before it was put in my mother's pocket, the bill came. People who want to pay the bill will have their own wisdom. Even if you have money to ask them, blocking the door is their best way. I know all about it. I've seen a lot.

I know all the accounts very well, including the summer wheat harvest and the fertilizer money for planting corn on credit, which is only several thousand eight hundred. Can people not use the money after corn harvest? Then there is the money that children usually transfer to other people's homes when they go to school. We borrow money there, not by borrowing, but by transferring. Probably, to put it mildly, "maybe transfer two dollars to me?" This is the most commonly used opening remark for borrowing money, and I know it, because I often hear my father tell people so.

This account must be listed separately. Because I remember all this because I owe a lot.

Junior high school was admitted to the city's key high school. I live in school and have to buy all my own meals. Eat steamed buns and cakes, a bowl of porridge, fifty cents or eighty cents in the morning. At noon, the food in the canteen is fifty-five cents, and the food is delicious. For dinner, porridge and steamed buns are less than one yuan, so one week in 20 yuan, one month in 80 yuan around, and one month in 5 yuan and 85 yuan by car 100 yuan. Sometimes I buy some omelets to take home and eat with my family. I think that's really good.

But every time this time, my mother scolds me with an angry face. "Did you get the gold nuggets outside?" ? Pay for these! "I am always wronged with tears in my stomach. I didn't get the gold nugget, but I think it's too hot for my sister to wear cloth shoes on a hot day. I want to buy her a sandal. I don't think I have eaten anything delicious at home, especially the omelet, so I want to buy it for my family to taste.

Let's start with this 100 yuan, which is not available at home every month. Not many times. When I came home on Saturday, after dinner, my father opened two wooden doors and stepped into the night.

He went out and transferred it to me 100 yuan. Sometimes he comes back late, because our own village can't turn around, and he has to go to another village. Sometimes when my dad doesn't come back late, my mom says my dad is very popular and can borrow it, telling me not to worry. Yes, my father is very popular. He never refuses to lend me 100 yuan.

Thirdly, there is another year, summer, when heat waves pave the way. One day it was almost noon, and my mother came home from work in the fields and brought back some bean worms from the bean fields. My mother is very brave. She picks the bean worms from the bean tree directly according to the leaves and puts them in the feces she carries with her.

When mom came back, the first thing to do was to sit in the shade at the door and feed the chickens with bean worms while enjoying the cool. I feed the chickens with my mother. Several cocks like to eat the soybean worm brought back by their mother and compete to eat it. One of the Lu Hua cocks jumped around my eyes. When my eye turns, it may look like a bean worm!

I covered my eyes and cried! At that time, my mother caught and killed the reed cock in a rage and put a circle of dead bread on it. At noon that day, we ate a pot of the most authentic pot chicken, and my mother picked up the meat for me!

Commentary: In the next few years, except August 15th and Chinese New Year, my mother never killed chickens for us. It was the season before the start of school in August, and she got up and dragged them to gather and sell money. One summer, the chickens in Anzhuang were infected with plague. The chickens in the neighborhood are screaming to death. Children eat chicken every day. My sister was angry with those chickens when she came home with saliva all over the floor. "People's chickens are dead, and so are you!" My mother smiled cunningly at a side. "My medical skill is very good. If I give them medicine, they won't die! " However, our chicken will not die. If they die, how can they be sold? Just selling a few good chickens is enough for your sister to start school for two months! "My sister looked at me very painfully, at the chicken and at my mother. Why is it so difficult to eat a chicken?

Let's just say. There is a great turning point about my family from poverty to poverty. My family is poor, not because my parents are lazy, but because my mother is a strong woman in ten miles and eight townships, and my father is also a well-educated farmer. Direct fuse, disease! In those years, half of my family rushed to the big hospital, and they were seriously ill and hospitalized for a long time. My father and the dean became good friends! I have been wandering around Huaiwei Hospital in Bengbu all the year round. My dad even has only one son and one daughter, and he doesn't know what university he went to. At that time, there was no medical insurance. How could the money collected from farming at home support running to the hospital like that?

In my mother's words, in the end, people die and wealth is scattered! I owe a lot of money and haven't paid it off for many years. Then there is the cost of children going to school. I have always been poor.

Poor, until I went to work for two years, I finally drew a full stop, which is what my mother said, "My family finally has a passbook in the bank now!" " "