When I was in junior high school, I was refused to borrow rice from my grandmother, but I received a letter from my uncle
Many years ago, my mother asked us to go to my grandmother's house to borrow a bag of rice, and at that time, my grandmother spoke badly and angrily packed up the food on the table, claiming that the rice was not available, and even refused to give us any help. My sister and I cried sadly because of my grandmother's attitude, and my uncle, who was passing by, heard about it and stuffed me with an envelope with his backhand. When I got home and opened it, my mother burst into tears.
The father's original family used to be happy and harmonious, however, due to the villain's malicious report, everything changed. He was convicted of a very high offence and his family's land and property were confiscated.
At that time, my mother was still pregnant with me, and this day became a nightmare for the family. The grandparents passed away one after another because they could not bear the huge blow, leaving their father and mother to live a difficult life in a difficult situation.
They were forced to leave the village and walk dozens of kilometers away, only to build a rudimentary thatched hut and start all over again.
However, it was a time when everyone was poor, especially this destitute family. My father's hard work barely supported the whole family, and when he was hungry, he could only endure or eat some grassroots.
Not long after I was born, my mother went to help people pick up salt, and each time I had to walk more than ten kilometers of mountain roads in exchange for half a catty of rice.
Once, I passed by someone selling popsicles, and my sister wanted to try them. She secretly sold her sandals in exchange for two popsicles.
When my mother came home and learned about it, she couldn't help crying. It took a lot of effort for her, and she only got shoes that other people's children didn't want, and then gave them to her sister to wear.
In this way, my sister lost her shoes for a popsicle, how can she go to school?
My father also felt sad, but they didn't blame my sister, but they didn't feel guilty for not giving us a better life.
After the autumn harvest, my sister and I were picking wheat in the wasteland, and before I could remove the husk, I couldn't wait to stuff it into my mouth, and as a result, my stomach hurt for three days and three nights.
Once, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house to borrow rice, hoping to have a year with steamed buns.
After walking a long way to arrive, I saw my grandmother's family killing chickens and ducks at the door of the house, so it was not lively.
The smell of the kitchen made my sister and I drool.
When my grandmother saw us coming, and before we could speak, she scolded: "The daughter who marries out, spills the water." I would rather feed the dogs than give you a grain of rice. ”
The mother trembled with anger: "It turns out that when my family was fine, we didn't treat you like this." I got married, and people gave me a lot of gifts. ”
Now you fall into the well, and you will not be saved when you die. ”
You, the family of a feudal landlord, hurry up and go back, I look very unlucky. We peasants don't want you, and I wish you would die soon. ”
That day, my mother cried all the way back, and walked dozens of miles of mountain roads, and brought some wild vegetables to make dinner for us on the way.
In this way, my father and mother survived seven or eight years with us.
Later, my father was reinstated, and my sister and I went to junior high school. Every week, I had to bring rice to school to exchange food stamps so that I could eat.
Once, I couldn't get it out at home. My mother thought that the matter had passed, and that my grandmother and grandmother should change their minds, so my sister and I went to borrow a bag of rice and told them that we would return it to them after the spring planting.
We happily walked to my grandmother's house, and by this time they had built a beautiful house.
My grandmothers were eating, and my sister and I seemed to be calling out to them for food. We stood on the sidelines, hoping that the grandmothers would make a place for us.
However, when Grandma saw the two of us, she didn't pay much attention to it and continued to concentrate on enjoying the delicious food. It made us both anxious.
Grandma, I really want to eat a piece of meat. "My sister finally couldn't hold it anymore and whispered with a red face, but her tone revealed longing.
Grandma threw the bowl disdainfully: "I already knew that you two were fine, go away, don't enter my house, get dirty here." ”
Look at you two dressed in tatters, like beggars. "
My sister's tears welled up with a "wow".
After Grandma finished eating, she threw the rest of the vegetables into the dog plate: "Eat, come quickly, this kind of thing is enough for you." ”
The two of us endured it, told our mother's plight, and asked to borrow a bag of rice. But my grandmother pushed and dragged us out of the house without mercy, and then slammed the door shut, ignoring us.
The loud noise caused the uncle next to him, who opened the door and saw the two of us.
After asking us for our identities, my uncle didn't immediately recognize us, after all, there had been no contact over the years. And we didn't know that my uncle lived here.
Seeing us crying sadly, my uncle comforted: "Don't cry, come with me, and tell us something slowly." ”
When we came to his house, my uncle took out a few steamed buns and handed them to us: "Eat quickly, don't go hungry, you will suffer this sin at a young age." ”
My sister also has a bad life, and her life is so difficult. ”
Seeing that we were in rags, my uncle found his children's clothes for us and stuffed them into a bag and handed them to us.
I'll change my clothes in a moment, and I'll put on these shoes and go back. The mountain road is slippery, so it is not easy to fall when you put it on. ”
Don't pass in front of your grandmother's house, but take a detour, lest you attract her scolding again. ”
After eating, my uncle wiped our faces with a hot towel and seemed to think of something again, and came back from leaving for a while with a thick envelope in his hand.
He instructed his sister to take good care of it and give it to his mother when he returned.
We happily carried a bag of rice from our uncle and bounced home.
This time, the mountain road, which was originally more than ten miles, seemed to become not so far away, and we arrived quickly.
Mother was ecstatic to see so many things we had brought back. However, when she learned the ins and outs of the matter, she was overwhelmed with emotion.
In my early years, when my family's financial situation was good, I used to support my uncle's studies, and he studied abroad for many years. Due to the gradual decline of the family in the middle, we did not meet my uncle when we went to borrow rice from my grandmother's house for the first time, because he was studying and working abroad.
When my mother opened the envelope given by my uncle, there was a thick stack of money, which was a huge sum of money at the time. My father was so excited that he almost choked up.
My uncle's help gave our family hope back and solved the problem of making a living. We bought cow, chicken and duck seedlings, vegetable seeds, and fruit seedlings.
Coupled with the hard work of the parents, the family quickly returned to its former peace.
My sister and I both went to university and got good jobs after graduation. My sister worked in the city, and I became a procurement specialist at the power grid company.
After her grandmother died, her mother, despite being angry at her attitude back then, went back to help take care of the funeral.
We are grateful to my uncle for giving our family hope for a better life and helping us get through this difficult time.
Today, my uncle is old, but we often go back to visit him and tell him about our life experiences. We will never forget the hot buns he gave us for the rest of our lives.