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    On Monday, early in the morning, Gao Juzi made cornbread soup, steamed a few buns, and cut a plate of shredded mustard greens for the whole family's breakfast.

    On this day, Zhao Jianguo got up even earlier. He paid for gas at his own expense, greeted the leaders and borrowed the only jeep in the city to go home to pick up his wife.  When he got up early, Zhao Jianguo rummaged through his new woolen cadre uniform in the closet. After searching through boxes and cabinets to find nothing, he asked his wife loudly, "Orange, where is my new cadre uniform?"

    Gao Juzi shook his hands and feet, and a large corn lump fell into the pot. Zhao Xuejun, who was washing his face, yelled at the back room: "Dad, my mother said, your clothes are a little tight, take them here and change them for you!"

    "How did you choose this time?" A murmur came from the inner room, followed by another round of rummaging.

    Gao Juzi glanced at his youngest son, Zhao Xuejun grinned and said to Gao Juzi, "Then I lent you money, Mom, but you have to pay it back."

    After hugging her son and kissing her vigorously, Gao Juzi whispered into his son's ear, "Please borrow more money from Mom." Seeing her son looking at her strangely, she quickly explained: "Mom swears, I will never stick to your grandma's house again."  , really, your grandma¡¯s house is not a mother¡¯s daughter. You see, your father should go back to his hometown.  Two catties of sugar. Mom only needs twelve yuan, so I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s not enough.¡±

    Zhao Xuejun thought for a while, then went into the back room, and after a while took out 30 pieces of odds and ends and stuffed them into his mother's hand. Gao Juzi was really uncomfortable holding the stack of money. She held her son's little hand,  How many waste newspapers and old books do these hands have to find in exchange for this money.  She pretended to be strong, bit the thickest piece of flesh on her son's hand with her teeth, and sighed softly: "Oh, old son, why aren't you a girl."

    Zhao Xuejun looked at his own mother strangely: "Why is it a girl?"

    Gao Juzi smiled, wiped away tears, and continued to cook, nagging at the same time: "I always say you are a girl, when you were in the mother's womb, you were born safely, and they also said that you must be a girl, so  , The little clothes and quilts I prepared are all red and green. I just thought, I am a lucky one, if I have another girl, I will braid her hair and make a skirt,  Dress her up every day."

    Zhao Xuejun shook his head unbearably, moved out the small dining table to the side, set up the bowls, and put the pickles on the table.  Gao Juzi looked at the flimsy tabletop, then turned around and put another radish on the table.

    At 7:10 in the morning, the whole family gathered around the table and had breakfast. In Zhao¡¯s house, there was very little experience of eating breakfast together. The children usually only received one dime and two taels of food stamps.

    Zhao Jianguo was wearing a neat old cadre uniform, and he took out his all-steel Shanghai watch and put it on his wrist. On his chest, there was a Hero brand pen hanging.  Lining, people at this time are very economical about fabrics. For the sake of appearance, men invented half shirts. To put it bluntly, it is the kind of thing that is similar to the bras of acquired women. This thing has multiple straight shirt collars.

    Gao Juzi looked at her husband, and she watched him pick up the bowl, not having a good meal, but stuck out his tongue, and vigorously licked around the outside of the bowl.  So, Gao Juzi was disgusted, she knocked on the bowl and said to her husband with a trace of reproach: "Zhao Jianguo, can you stop licking the bowl!"

    Zhao Jianguo, who had no new clothes to wear, was a little annoyed: "Why can't I lick it? I am a farmer, and you are a child of a farmer."

    Gao Juzi was furious: "What are you talking about?  Is it? The children are watching. This person who dresses, eats and hangs the household belongings has something to do tomorrow. In case someone invites our family, the four of you go together. Okay, sit in the restaurant, the food is not served, let¡¯s go together  Pick up the bowl, stick out your long tongue and lick it. Looks good? Let me tell you, if you are wrong, you are wrong! What does this have to do with the farmer's son?"

    Zhao Jianguo reached out and wiped the spray from the sky on the bridge of his nose, and put down the bowl bitterly: "Gao Orange!"

    Gao Juzi also put down the bowl heavily: "Zhao Jianguo!"

    The three brothers stood up together and carried their schoolbags. Zhao Xuejun said to Gao Juzi: "Mom, who does grandma live with?"

    Zhao Jianguo suddenly thought of his words, the old lady is coming, starting from today, this daughter-in-law will honor the older ones and serve the younger ones, the status of the head of the family is obviously due to the heavy burden that will be placed on the wife's shoulders.  Shaken, so he turned his head and let out a long breath, forced a smile on his face and turned around: "Gao Juzi, I'm a good man and don't fight with women!"

    Gao Tangerine touched his mouth?, raise another one.

    The family welcomed grandma into the house happily. The old lady looked around her son's residence, saw that the house was clean, and saw that her bed and bedding were new, she felt a little uncomfortable.  If she agreed, she turned to her daughter-in-law and started nagging: "My hometown has bedding." Gao Juzi, who had expected it a long time ago, just smiled: "Mom, you miss you and want to get you a new one."  The old lady went to the kitchen, Gao Juzi put the buns on the table, and the old lady said again: "I don't eat white film, I just eat cornmeal." Gao Juzi quickly persuaded: "Mom, this is the meal." The old lady  Annoyed, she immediately said, "Isn't it easy for Jianguo to make money?" Gao Juzi quickly said, "Mom, this is the money I earned." The old lady calmed down, and sat down to drink tofu soup and eat steamed stuffed buns.

    After a meal, Gao Juzi's enthusiasm for being a good wife was about to be blown away. Zhao Jianguo was an idiot, and he was so anxious that he was sweating. Zhao Xuejun put down the bowl, smiled and said to grandma: "Grandma, my mother knows you are here, but  I'm happy. I'll buy you a new bed when I get up early in the morning."

    The old lady drank a few sips of tofu soup without expressing her opinion, looked at her son, and murmured: "Have you got married to live the day and the moon, don't you want to eat the next meal, you won't live."

    The family stopped their chopsticks and looked at the old lady. The old lady ate half of a steamed bun, and added angrily: "The landlord's house does not dare to steam white buns in a big steamer."

    Zhao Jianguo begged and looked at his wife, while Gao Juzi lowered his head and ate in silence.  Ears are filled with the old lady's nagging.

    "Before your father died, he wanted to eat white buns. Your brother ran for thirty miles, but he didn't get any. Who dares to have white noodles? Before liberation, Murakami Yongyong's family only gave coarse grain buns for weddings.  There are 15 acres of rich land, one acre is the grain of our family¡¯s three acres of land. No one dares to make white buns. Your brother goes to school and can¡¯t get enough to eat. He is so hungry that he eats Sophora japonica, and he is about to starve to death. He stole the commune cafeteria  Half a cornbread, did your father carry a big stone for three days for this half of the cornbread"

    Gao Juzi held her breath in her stomach, she stood up and went to the back room, then Zhao Jianguo followed, the three brothers looked at each other, quietly walked outside the parents' room and peeped in through the crack of the door.  In the room, Gao Juzi was crying. She didn't dare to make a loud noise, and ignored Zhao Jianguo, who was accompanying her smiling face. She just took out the photos of Zhao Jianguo in the album at home, and tore off her head one by one to vent her anger.

    Regarding the tearing of photos, it is a famous product of the old Zhao family, a kind of Wendou, Gao Juzi's special way of venting his anger.  Zhao Jianguo did not say a word, and followed his daughter-in-law to tear it up. After Gao Juzi finished tearing it up, he wiped away his tears and went back to continue eating with his mother-in-law with a smile on his face. When she returned to the kitchen, half a basket of steamed buns miraculously disappeared.

    Zhao Xuejun has nothing to do with the battle between mother and mother-in-law. You must know that since ancient times, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has been a matter of learning.  He just does what he can.

    For example, at night, actively wash and scald grandma's feet, saying: "Grandma, my mother asked me to wash and scald your feet."

    Another example is that grandma is too old to come down. He soaked honey water and said, "Grandma, my mother said, drink a laxative."

    The grandma, who lived to be more than seventy years old, looked ungrateful and showed no kindness to her daughter-in-law.  Zhao Xuejun understands that the old lady is not ignorant.  She is just used to being poor, and it has been difficult all her life. For her, the life of her son's house is fine rice noodles, big bed and warm quilt, and the old lady feels that she can't bear it.  She felt that she should not have such a blessing in her life, and she felt that her daughter-in-law would not succeed, and she didn't know how to save money.

    That night, the Zhao family was quiet, the parents continued to be angry silently, and the three brothers sat on the roof of the house and sighed.

    Early the next morning, the whole family got up in a hurry, those who were going to school, those who were going to work, they left the bedroom and went to the small kitchen together.  The whole family was shocked when they saw everything there.

    The table is set, the sweet potato porridge is ready, the cold vermicelli noodles, and the stir-fried cabbage are fragrant.

    But grandmaGrandma didn't come to the table, she lay on the cement ground floor, took a piece of cloth and folded it into a square, and scrubbed the kitchen floor so that people could be seen.

    Zhao Jianguo walked over, squatted down, and choked up a little: "Mother, I picked you up to enjoy the blessing."

    The old lady looked at him and said, "Those who have polished rice and fine noodles, give me something to eat, give it to the children, do you want to go to work with oranges, eat them." After finishing speaking, it was another meal.

    Zhao Xuejun, who has lived for two lifetimes, is sitting on a small bench and biting the steamed stuffed bun that his grandma hid yesterday. He saw the old lady hiding something. To be honest, he felt a little resentful last night that the old lady didn¡¯t know what to do. Now, he is biting the steamed stuffed bun.  The memories that were left behind came to my mind in a mess.  When his grandma passed away, he went back to his hometown. When he was packing up the old lady¡¯s belongings, he saw a bottle of sesame oil that his father had sent back three years ago.  eat.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)? eat.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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