My father was sick when he was young, and he once took a year of recuperation at home when he was nearly 40 years old, and then went to see a doctor after work or on a business trip, and the pressure of family life could only be borne by my mother.
Before my second brother and my only sister didn't work, life at home was very difficult. As a cadre is very busy, plus sick, so all housework is basically the mother's "special responsibility", three meals a day in the middle of the afternoon, is to be completed in the middle of the morning and afternoon, an hour in winter, two hours in summer, and a distance of one kilometer from the workshop to the home, the family is waiting for her pair of hard-working hands, so noodles are most of the options for lunch, the mother is very neat to do housework, go home to poke the fire, add pots, knead noodles, underneath, serve rice, that is a breath of success, The old and young in the family are doing auxiliary work such as "smashing" garlic juice and so on.
In the evening, after my mother got off work and finished dinner, she had an important job, which was to carry water. My parents' work unit is in a ravine on the northeast side of the main peak of Dengfeng Xiangshan, the place name is "Madali Ditch", there is a water source at the foot of the mountain in the ravine, the spring water is not prosperous, and we can barely "hit" with a bucket, and there is always one from our doorstep.
More than two or three miles, an indispensable load of water every day is not an easy job. Since my brother and sister were able to carry more than half a bucket of water, my mother was considered to have lost this task.
My mother is a very quiet person, she doesn't communicate much with us, and if she is not satisfied with my father's approach, she rarely quarrels with him, but sleeps with her head covered and cries, but we don't know. We also know her way of decompressing and venting, that is, grandma doesn't alarm her, just shouts a few times during meals, or brings food to the bedside, most of the time, the bowl of rice mother will not move.
Before I was in junior high school, my mother had a kind of "crazy" disease, and when she committed it, she needed the workers of the neighbors and units to find her and pull her home, and when she passed by the sweet potatoes and other plots of local villagers, she would mess around.
In 1990, I got married in my hometown, and on the third day of our errands, we planned to go to work in the county seat, and I had to walk through the yard to the bathroom before dawn in the morning, and suddenly found that my mother was crawling out of the bathroom with both hands on the stool, and I was very surprised, and I hurriedly supported her and asked her why she was like this? Why don't you call me or my daughter-in-law to help her? She smiled bitterly and replied to me: ** I broke my foot, you have to go to work today, and you don't want to miss us. I saw that she was still in pain, and complained to her tightly: How can you pretend to be such a big thing?
What a coincidence, after a while my father came back with a jeep, seeing such a situation, I decided to go to Zhengzhou Orthopedic Hospital to see, the hospital's department design is really lacking in morality, my mother needs to go to the third floor, there is no elevator, my father didn't say a word, so he picked up his mother and climbed to the third floor, but the doctor checked it, said that the gas accumulated there, and prescribed a lot of money for medicine, so let us go, it's really god, the doctor just touched his feet and neck a few times with his hand during the examination, My mother actually stood up and walked downstairs with a smile and walked out of the hospital gate without any help from us.
At noon, my father was very happy and entertained us, which was a memorable meal for our young couple, and we had an authentic roast duck!