My father went up the mountain and didn't come back, and my mother was ill in bed.
Six-year-old Yaya was guarding her family's shabby house with only four walls, when she was about to faint from hunger.
The old wooden cabinet left by my father in the corner suddenly lit up.
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At the other end of the cabinet is a modern grocery store filled with colorful gadgets.
An orange candy, so sweet that my mother shed tears;
A small bag of refined salt was exchanged for half a bag of coarse grains;
A piece of soap made the rich lady in town chase it and ask where it came from.
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From squatting on the wall to barter, to setting up a stall and becoming a shopkeeper, and then to opening a grocery store in the shop under the plate.
Yaya stepped on the small stool to settle accounts, bargaining with her babyish voice, and kept pouring snacks, daily necessities, and small tools from the other side of the cabinet.
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She thought of ways to help with medicines to treat illnesses, cotton for winter, and the difficulties faced by neighbors and villagers.
The house is still the same, and the people are still the same, but the days have changed from a clear soup and a lack of water, to becoming steaming and full of guests day by day.
Reader comments
Before Chapter 5, I said I knew a few words, but in Chapter 5, I learned about modern cabinets, and in Chapter 7, I said I was a modern person in my previous life.
Before Chapter 5, I said I knew a few words, but in Chapter 5, I learned about modern cabinets, and in Chapter 7, I said I was a modern person in my previous life.