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It is said that the time my father beat my mother was at noon in late autumn, and the place was in my yard. The eldest brother is six years old. There are still signs. The eldest brother said that he was awakened by dogs and pigs barking that day. My good yellow dog and black pig used to coexist peacefully, and the dog would often bite the pig's ears while walking them for fun, but today they started biting each other. The eldest brother pulled up his pants and peed in the manure pit in the yard, soaking the pig's and dog's heads. He was the only one in the yard at this time. He pulled an armful of wheat straw from the firewood pile and went to the kitchen to light the fire - this was the important thing he had to do every morning. My parents went to work in the lowlands. Before leaving, my mother arranged breakfast in a pot. It was very simple. It was nothing more than putting red taro slices on the bottom of the pot and scooping out water to soak them. Then put the grate and put on the steamed buns. My brother lit the fire and didn't stop until the lid of the pot started to steam.

First of all, let me solemnly state that don't get me wrong. Uncle Hai is not a professional cattle farmer. He only raises one cow every year. The purpose of raising this cow is to earn a calf, which can be taken to the market in the next spring and exchanged for a heavy load of notes. Of course, this will not make you rich or successful. Coupled with his wife's troubles, he suffered from hemiplegia three years ago. He was unable to work and had to take medicine to maintain his health. Therefore, Uncle Hai often lamented that it would be difficult to achieve a well-off life in this life. Others advised him that life would be full of grass and trees, jumping, walking, lying down, but in the end it would be the same, with a piece of earthen bread on his body. Take a look at your wife. She is leaning on a cane and swaying step by step. No matter whether there is someone or no one in front of her, many or few people, big or small, she is always nodding and swaying with a smile on her face.

When Qingyu was released from prison, there was only one regular teacher left in the school, Liu Wenjun, who was the teacher and principal's shoulder. Of course, I won't pick it in a chic and unrestrained way. There were only a dozen or so student kids, playing and making noise on campus, only one step away from the altar. The villagers were playing mahjong in front of Siban Qiaotou Supermarket, and they could hear Liu Siyan sighing all day long. Liu Wenjun went to the central school to report. The leader spread his hands and said that if you were in need of office supplies, supplementary materials, or even computers, they would be able to provide them. However, there was a shortage of students and teachers and there was nothing we could do to help. Think about it, all the children who are qualified have gone to study in the city; teachers don't want to stay in this rural area. This is also driven by the situation. No wonder you.