No one can escape the word "death" in life. Some people struggle constantly throughout their lives and leave a glorious and magnificent life, while some people live an ordinary life with nothing to do.

In a person's life, some people leave beautiful memories for some people. They are unforgettable for a long time...

A person's life is like a lamp going out. This sentence made me realize the most deeply from my housewife. Oh, I need to explain here first. My hometown is in the Weibei Plateau, a remote rural area (of course, things have happened there now)

Earth-shaking changes), the children here call their grandmother Po, and their great-grandmother Wife. The old house our family lived in originally faced south and had two old cave dwellings on both sides. On the east and west sides were two rows of buildings, connected to the outside.

The building is a courtyard room. From the time I can remember, my wife lived in the cave dwelling on the east side and my grandmother lived in the house on the east side. Probably to distinguish them more clearly from my wife, we, brothers, sisters, cousins, called my grandmother’s house.

Po.

The housewife has small feet, which is what people call the three-inch golden lotus. When I was a child, I saw that her feet were different from ours. I always couldn't figure out why this happened. I once asked her: Why? The housewife gave me the answer in private at that time.

It is said that small feet look ladylike and good-looking, and all people from ancient times are like this; and because their feet are small, they cannot run out, so most women from ancient times cannot go out or step out of the door, and only walk around the pot all day long.

Of course, the housewife also told me how her parents turned her big feet into small feet. What appeared in front of me at that time was a pair of bloody feet with broken bones!

Housewives often tie the bottom of their trouser legs tightly with black foot wraps, so that the two little feet are more clearly visible to people. They wear black shoes, black socks, and black pants all year round. Only the upper body has

The jacket and the bandanna on her head are in three different colors: black, white, light blue. But she keeps herself clean and spotless all year round, and the wind blows on her feet when she walks! Of course, she does it every day

She also keeps her living place and yard very neat and tidy, and her neighbors will praise her for having a place where she can sunbathe jelly on her feet!

What I remember most is that when I was a child, in the summer, the housewife would cool a basin of mung bean water or boiled water on her desk every day. It was prepared for the five of us brothers and sisters. After school, when we were very thirsty, we would follow one by one, filing in.

After entering, quickly go to the back of the kiln and drink a belly of mung bean water or cold boiled water to quench your thirst.

Because we have many children, my brother and I always take turns sleeping with the housewife. But because my mother-in-law has a strong preference for boys over girls, she prefers my brother. My brother has more opportunities to sleep with her, and I always look forward to sleeping with the housewife.

, because she would tell me all kinds of rumors and stories before going to bed. In the quiet night, under the dim oil lamp, I got into the bed, half raised my body, held my face and listened carefully, while my mother-in-law sat cross-legged.

He was nearby, lighting the lamp, and telling me the story while picking up the soles of his shoes... But because of the passage of time, most of my impressions are blurred, but I clearly remember a jingle:

A chicken high on the mountain doesn't care for my mother or my wife.

My wife wanted to eat fruit pear, and she started crying when she couldn't wait.

I came back and bought ten kilograms of fruit pears, sharpened the steel knife and peeled the pears.

You eat the flesh and I eat the skin. Mother comes back and looks through the window.

Catching the son and daughter makes you feel at ease, leaving the old dog to guard the door.

During the holidays, the housewife would take us to visit relatives, her natal home, her grandmother's house, and her seventh aunt and eight aunt's houses. When we came back, the housewife kept moving her little feet, but we

She is always playful. When she is not paying attention, she will either pick jujubes on the roadside or pick trumpet-shaped and purple bowl flowers. If she doesn’t see us following, she will turn around and urge us to hurry up. People who are familiar with the housewife

Everyone knows she is a capable person.

The housewife is famous in the village for her ability to make flower buns. Therefore, if a relative or friend has a baby or weddings and weddings, they will send someone to the house to ask the housewife to make flower buns for them. Although it is

It’s unpaid labor, but this is when the housewife is the happiest. She may feel that she is still useful to others. She will say yes, put down the work in her hands, clean up, and walk through the village.

Go to the alley to help people, as the saying goes, skills are not inferior to people, often like magic, tigers, rabbits, dragons, mice and other kinds of flower buns come to life and appear before people's eyes.

Of course, there are also people who often come to the housewife to help them embroider flowers or something on their objects. This is a very common thing.

The housewife also makes good rice, especially the red bean porridge she cooks. So far, I still can’t figure out why the red bean porridge cooked by her tastes so delicious: sticky, smooth, smooth, and

The consistency is just right. If you add a spoonful of sugar, it won't matter. Drinking it, it feels very comfortable. Later, after a long time, I figured out that when the housewife cooks porridge, she can control the proportion and the amount of food.

Add as much water as you need, bring to a boil over medium heat, then simmer over low heat. All the rice made by her hands is delicious!

In the mid-1980s, when the national policy of reform and opening up was implemented, some people in the village quickly responded to the call and seized the opportunity to open small coal wells around the village. Soon, the housewife also saw the business opportunities (many people from the coal wells were recruited).

As a road worker (because the road was far away, food and accommodation were all on the well), she and her father discussed renting a place in Xigoudi to sell food. Her father agreed, so her mother-in-law and her husband moved to Xigoudi and started a business next to the coal mine.

In the rice-selling business, my father said that the food cooked by my mother-in-law (who is my assistant) is very good, so the business is very good. My mother-in-law cooks it in various ways, such as dough, jelly, steamed cakes, steamed noodles, steamed buns, flower rolls, and porridge.

, side dishes, depending on what the workers want to eat, she will make and sell whatever they want. Every once in a while, my mother will grind the flour, put the white flour in a bag and let my father or brother carry it on a bicycle to the housewife, and the black flour

Leave it to us to eat. The housewife is considerate and considerate, and her relationship with the people around her will be harmonious.

But that summer, Fang Fang's mother-in-law fell ill, and her father took her to Xi'an to see a doctor. The test result was intestinal adhesion, and she had an operation at that time. When she came back, the doctor told her not to eat hard food, but after she came back, Fang Fang's mother-in-law never

Remember, she didn’t listen to her father’s words about her. She loved to eat hard food. As a result, her father took her to Xi’an for a second operation. When she went for the third time, the doctor said that the operation could not be performed anymore, so she had to

I went home and took some medicine and took care of myself, but she still preferred to eat hard food. There was nothing I could do!

As a result, it was a New Year's Day a few years later. My grandmother-in-law and I prepared a meal at noon. We didn't feel any physical discomfort. However, when it came time to eat, we couldn't eat a single bite. I had to eat a dumpling and ended up eating it.

I vomited it out. I didn’t think much about it at the time, but as soon as I got up the next morning, my father called me and told me that the house’s mother-in-law had passed away. I immediately burst into tears and was choked and speechless. On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the house’s house passed away.

My mother-in-law's body took everything with her and rested underground in the south of the village! My mother-in-law's death was like digging out a piece of flesh from our hearts. First there was heartbreaking pain, and then the feeling was empty!

Time flies, my wife and I have passed away for many years, and my hometown has also undergone tremendous changes with the times. Our family is no exception. The living conditions have improved. My brother has renovated the old house. Let’s go and see it now.

The original appearance of the house is gone, not to mention the traces of the house’s mother-in-law and my grandfather, but those old photos that were dug out, the memories and longings left in the long river of life are still there, and they will always be there! My mother-in-law’s spirit of helping others

She has always influenced and infected me, and her way of conducting herself has always made me admire her!

You see, the housewife is wearing a light blue jacket, a white headband, tucked behind the ears, black shoes, black socks, black pants, and leggings, and is walking towards me with a pair of small feet... Come on...

, has been walking into my dream...

Jin Laosan is considered a wealthy family in the village. His wife only got pregnant once in her life and gave birth to a son, named Jin Baobao.

Jin Laosan and his wife have never done business in their lives and have no skills. For more than 20 years, they have devoted themselves to grape making and have become famous grape making experts in the village.

In the past, he was a poor man who lived a very modest life. If he had any money in his hand, he would immediately put it in the bank. The township party nicknamed him "Not Enough".

People in villages all over the country know that his family is in a good situation. Although it is difficult to find a wife nowadays, there are many matchmakers who come to his house to propose marriage.

There are many people proposing marriage, so he will inevitably be dazzled by more and more choices. When you introduce a girl, the son looks similar, but the parents think it is too fancy. The parents are interested in a girl, but the son thinks it is too tacky. Parents and sons have different visions.

A son should be fashionable, and parents should be a good wife and mother. Being picky and picky delayed the son until he was twenty-eight years old.

As your baby gets older, there are fewer people asking for marriage, and you can no longer be picky.

This time, someone introduced a fair-looking girl with a cute name like a flower. On the first day she came home, she had to cook the dishes. After dinner, she would clean up the dishes and wash her hands. People often say that the first impression is the most profound. "

Yes, we have arranged the marriage."

After the two children had been dating for three or four months, Jin Laosan proposed that the two children get married, and the woman should be responsible.

After marriage, the couple is in love, the parents are overjoyed, the family is in harmony, and everyone in the village is envious!

Unexpectedly, only half a year after the good times, the baby's mother fell down and couldn't move half of her body. Trouble came.

Ruhua started to show off her face, mixing the rolling pin and throwing the kitchen knife. She didn't say clearly that she wanted to separate the family, deliberately making a peaceful day uneasy, and the good guy Jin Laosan could only sigh in secret!

After more than ten days of tossing, Jin Baobao couldn't bear it anymore and slapped his beloved wife in anger.

This was terrible, Ruhua rushed over like a tigress. Jin Laosan was afraid that his son would continue to beat his wife, so he desperately hugged his son's arms and waist, making the son unable to move. The wife gained the upper hand, and in turn slapped the baby several times.

He slapped her in the face, "How dare you hit me even though you are capable? I want to divorce you! You and your mother go there." After saying that, he twisted around and walked to his parents' house. People nowadays don't mind their own business, and there is no one to stop them on the streets.
Chapter completed!