When I was a child, my family opened a noodle processing factory, and the villagers in the neighborhood would bring flour to process it. A few dollars of processing fees, a bunch of credit, and electricity and labor are equivalent to being busy in vain. Most of these credit accounts cannot be recovered, and no one will admit this account after the New Year, so they can only consider themselves unlucky.
The first two months will be very busy, and the whole family will go into battle together. Some people will also be jealous and say cool things because I am busy at home and have more laughter. Don't you need money for industrial electricity, machinery and equipment, and various taxes? A family of seven people are all working, do they all drink the northwest wind? Do you want to serve the people for free and without compensation?
I don't know what kind of psychology those who are unwilling to pay two or three yuan for processing fees? Is it really difficult? Or do you think he/she has earned a lot of money? I help collect noodles and keep accounts, and I have met too many people like this! Parents may give credit to others because of their affection, but because of this kindness, the family's efforts are in vain.
The processing plant has been open for 10 years, and it has not made much money, and the family is busy. Until the year of my mother's death, the processing plant was open. Oil extraction, noodle pressing, wheat grinding, soybean milk, rice removal ......After all those years of busy work, it has become a little mechanical! Later, my mother was gone, the processing plant was dismantled, and the machinery was disposed of at a low price.
The family has planted more than two acres of pear orchards, acres of crops, and raised 300 duck-headed pigs ......Grandma and Mom are folded on this. My grandmother became ill from raising ducks and farming, and died after lying in bed for half a year. Mom had a car accident on her way to sell pears. The family was scattered and rapidly declined.
Mom's car accident compensation was also wiped out. How hard the family is living, a real displacement. The fate of my father and our three sisters was changed. God did not favor this ill-fated family, and disasters and sorrows continued. A family's luck has been ruined by natural and man-made disasters.
The bitterness and suffering of these years, the shouts and struggles of these years, are also a joke in the eyes of those who gloat and fall into the well. Fatherly love and family affection are luxuries, harmony and smoothness are luxuries, as if only sorrow is the keynote of life. It's so hard to live, and it's unattainable to live as a daughter and live happily.
The past is gone, and those who are alive must move on. For those years of insult and oppression, for those who are angry and unwilling, drink this cup of bitter wine given by fate. Bury the old memories in your heart, forgive all of them, and reconcile with yourself generously.