"Crack!"
I was slapped in the face in 1988, and my stepmother scolded me: "You lose money, go clean the pig pen!"
I covered my face, but laughed out loud.
Because I know that in three days, the director of the town's supply and marketing cooperative will bring a BB machine to exchange for food stamps.
And I replaced the "brick" with a plastic lunch box in advance. From then on, the most wild "rebellious sister" of the 1980s emerged!
From then on, the most wild "rebellious sister" of the 1980s emerged!
