The man was paralyzed, and the three children were waiting to be fed.
At the age of thirty-five, Su Hoxiang's sky fell.
Her husband, Qian Shoucheng, had an accident at the mine and suffered a comminuted fracture of his lumbar spine. He collapsed on the bed and never stood up again. The mine only lost 800 yuan in compensation, and just said "find a hospital yourself" and ignored it.
Three children, the eldest is sixteen and the youngest is only eight years old.
Her parents-in-law called her a "broom star", her brother-in-law robbed her of the compensation, and the whole village was waiting to see the joke.
Su Hoxiang didn't cry. She wiped the blood from her hands, carried her youngest son on her back, walked thirty miles of mountainous roads, and set up a pot at the town's coal transportation station.
But what can you do with a few dozen dollars?
When life pushed her to a dead end, she chose a path that was reviled by everyone——
The whole village pointed at her spine and called her "shameless". Her biological son called her "shameful" in public. Even the man lying on the bed howled to sever ties with her.
Only the 23-year-old young truck driver Shen Beiye, who smelled like diesel, slapped the car key on her greasy chopping board and said with red eyes:
"Sister-in-law, when they scolded you, no one carried a bag of flour for you."
Later, the most shabby night snack stall in the town became the largest transportation restaurant in the county.
Those who had scolded her lined up to beg her for food.
His biological son knelt at the door and cried for his mother. Su Hoxiang came out with a bowl of noodles.
He walked around him and handed the face to the man behind him who was full of mobile phone oil and had red eyes.
"Bei Ye, eat first. There is still meat in the pot for you."
