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"Xiaoqi, drink some sweet soup." At the door, Mama Su knocked on the door, and then came in with a bowl.
When I entered the door, I saw my daughter holding an English book. Although she couldn't read it, Mama Su still smiled and was very happy.
On weekdays, Xiao Qi would be angry because her mother came in. Although her mother had changed her habit of not knocking on the door, when she came in like this, she still felt like she was suddenly attacked and checked on her.
Especially for a period of time, she read more romance novels. Although her mother might not be able to understand them, she had a guilty conscience, and the expression of guilty conscience was anger.
But today, when she saw the rotten peanut sweet soup cooked by her mother, she had mixed feelings when she drank it.
Although the peanut sweet soup is very simple, it is very troublesome to make. First, soak the peanut kernels in cold water for an hour, then remove the outer layer of red skin, and then put the peeled peanut kernels into a casserole for use. Bring to a boil over high heat, then turn to low heat and simmer slowly, simmer for about an hour, add cold water, boil again on high heat, add rock sugar, and simmer on low heat until the soup is thick and milky, it is considered cooked .
A simple bowl of sweet peanut soup takes hours to make.
Except for my mother, probably no one would like this sweet soup that I put so much effort into making for her.
"Scoop with a spoon, don't hold the bowl to drink, there is a gap in the mouth of the bowl, worry about cutting your mouth." Su Ma rubbed the scarf and said.
One sentence made Su Xiaoqi jealous again.
There are no gaps in the bowls at home, but if there are, they will definitely be used by her.
After eating the sweet soup, she said, "Mom, I want to go to the city tomorrow."
"Isn't everyone on vacation, why go to the city? It's hot in the city in summer, and you're prone to heatstroke. It's better to be cool at home, and you don't need to do any work at home. You can just stay and read in peace."
"No, a classmate of mine introduced me to a tutoring job. I want to try it, and I can earn some tuition fees." Su Xiaoqi said slowly.
After going to high school, it seems that it is not the first time to lie.
Ashamed to lie, ashamed to ask for money, ashamed to hang out.
I know it's wrong, but I just can't control it.
In Mother Su's heart, her daughter is extremely obedient, and she stays at home obediently when she comes home, never going out in the wild, so she naturally believes in her.
Just said: "I want to discuss it with your dad. It's very chaotic outside now. Which classmate is it? Do you go with the classmate?"
Su Xiaoqi answered a few words vaguely, then picked up the book.
Su's mother was worried about disturbing her daughter's reading and didn't say much, so she went downstairs with the bowl.
In the following time, Su Xiaoqi took out the New Concept English Elementary, stood up and recited, and walked back and forth in the room while reciting.
The sound is very loud.
At the beginning, I would look at the increase in the number of steps and money, and then I was completely immersed in the book.
What I thought I remembered and forgot before, is actually very clear now.
It seems that I will firmly remember it after reading it again and again.
She read louder and louder.
Downstairs, Su's father and Su's mother were talking, and when they heard the voice, they unconsciously lowered their voice a little.
"The child said that he would go to the city to be a tutor, and that he could earn some tuition fees through the introduction of his classmates." Mother Su whispered.
Su's father doesn't smoke, and doesn't go out to chat. He sits among a pile of bamboo and bamboo strips, and quickly weaves a dustpan in his hand. Two dustpans like this can be sold for 26 yuan, but it is not easy to make.
You have to go up the mountain to cut bamboo, drag the bamboo back home, let it dry for a period of time, then cut the bamboo into long strips, and then remove the innermost layer of bamboo flesh, and cut the thin bamboo into three pieces. Layers, from crisp and straight bamboo to soft bamboo strips, the last layer of bamboo strips with skin is usable, and then weaved.
Doing nothing all day, specializing in weaving dustpans, Su¡¯s father¡¯s highest record is two and a half pairs a day, five dustpans, which will last from dawn to midnight, and can be sold for 65 yuan.
?Not counting the working hours of going up the mountain to cut bamboo, carrying the bamboo home, and the travel expenses for transporting the dustpan to the city to sell.
?Because the dustpan is so big, if you go to the city, you can't even get on the bus.
Su Xiaoqi and her father once got off the car from the village and walked all the way to the place where the dustpan was sold. She was empty-handed, and her father carried the dustpan. The bamboo dustpan was wet and heavy, and her father¡¯s left foot was still limping. Panting, so far away, the bus costs one yuan, but my father has to walk there with a dustpan.
It is impossible to take a taxi. There is not much money for a load of dustpans, and there is nothing for taking a taxi. It is hard money.
? Papa Su kept weaving the dustpan with his hands.?His hands are thick and have many calluses, but the fresh bamboo will still cut his hands, and the scars are densely packed.
He was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said: "Go if you want, you are so old, you always have to go out, and you will go further when you go to university, we can't accompany you."
Mama Su kept silent, cleaned up the stove, and sat down together to help weave the dustpan.
When Su Xiaoqi finished memorizing a book, she saw that the steps showed 10,000 steps, and the money showed 1,000 yuan. If there was no more increase, she went downstairs to drink some water.
Seeing my parents weaving a dustpan under the dim light.
Moths flew around the lights.
It was already very quiet outside, the adults and children chatting and frolicking had all gone home, occasionally there was the sound of a dog barking.
"Your mother said that you are going to the city tomorrow, and I happen to be going to sell dustpans, so I will go with you." Dad Su said.
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