It was an unimaginable era. A country was exploring its own path, and ordinary families were looking for a way to survive. The whole country was in a political wave, and no one knew what the future would be like. Everyone knew that this path was always right...

On an ordinary day, my father and aunts went to school early. Although they didn’t have any oil in their stomachs, they still insisted on going to school. Although rural people are poor, they most value those who read and read. I don’t know how poor they are, so they have to send their children to school for education. At that time, the common wish of fathers and brothers and sisters was not to live a good life, but as long as they could have a full meal, they would be very satisfied.

Second University was the last person to go to school, and grandma handed over a few black buns to Second University.

"You took all the steamed buns from your brother and went to school to hand them over!" The second master responded and stuffed the steamed buns into his bag.

As soon as he left the house, he felt the urge to finish all the steamed buns. He couldn't remember how long it took to be full! Every time the second master took a few steps, he opened his schoolbag to see the ugly appearance of the steamed buns. As for the conditions at that time, it would be great to eat with such steamed buns.

Second University was in a very complicated mood. Should he eat this bun? Or not? He was thinking about the whole story of this matter.

It’s really a way before the car arrives at the mountain. The two smart brains finally came up with a plan.

He hid in a corner and looked around for a while, but no one passed by. He couldn't wait to take out the wrapped buns, and carefully pressed the middle part of the buns with his fingers. Second Da thought that he would not only complete the task assigned by his grandmother, but also make my father and others have nothing to say.

When the aunts and father got the steamed buns, it was almost noon.

The steamed buns they got were obviously much smaller, but at first glance they still looked intact steamed buns. But when they broke them apart, they found that the middle was hollow.

When my father and aunt saw the appearance of the steamed bun, they knew that the second master had eaten a steamed bun in the middle. They just smiled faintly. Under such circumstances, it was normal to use some tricks to fill their stomachs and no one would blame anyone.

My aunt complained about the second university on the way to school at most.

"I ate you dog, how did you eat the steamed buns? Leave us a piece of skin! We are so hungry that we can't walk anymore!"

The second master immediately replied: "Who told you to leave so early? I have to give you some rewards! Let you not wait for me!"

Compared to the second generation, my father and aunt are more honest. Even if they are hungry, they will not use methods to take advantage of the opportunity in the process of dividing buns.

Grandpa is a cadre in the village, so sometimes he can afford some rare food. One day he was carrying a bottle of honey when he came home. That day, grandma poured out the bottle of honey a little to satisfy his father and others.

I didn’t expect that there were so sweet things in this world, and that little honey was sweet in everyone’s heart. Good things naturally had to be kept and eaten slowly. It would be a waste to eat them all at once.

Grandpa found a ladder and hung most of the remaining bottles of honey on the beam of the room. Grandpa knew that if it didn't hang it up, the second master would definitely not let it go.

Unexpectedly, the naughty Erda discovered his grandfather's good intentions. Erda was thinking about how to taste the honey again day and night.

When I saw my grandfather and the others out in the morning, the second major hid in the dark and quietly climbed over the wall of the village to the bottom of the bottle of honey.

Erda carried the ladder when his grandfather was hanging honey, came to the beam of the house, carefully took off the honey, picked up the honey and drank it all.

After drinking all the bottle of honey, I wonder what it feels like?

Maybe he was nervous and had no time to taste this kind of best in the world carefully, so he panickedly took the bottle filled with honey, filled the bottle with water, and hurriedly hung it on the original position. Then the second major went out of the village wall and went to school happily.

Finally, it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival every year. In order to add a different flavor to the festival, my grandfather decided to take off the bottle of honey and change the taste for everyone.

When my grandfather took off the honey, Erda rushed out of the yard and disappeared in a corner of the village.

My father and the others were still swallowing their saliva, but my grandfather said to them in disappointment: "I ate this honey secretly for the dog to eat again, and it's all full of water!"

All the beauty and dreams were shattered all at once, and the second master quietly returned home after dark. At this time, grandpa and the others were no longer angry, and they couldn't spit out the food they had eaten.

Hunger and poverty were the common characteristics of ordinary rural families in that era.

People are always better at face value.

My father was the same. Seeing that he was wearing brand new clothes, he wanted to wear something like him.

Everyone loves beauty. My father dyed one of his tops black with ink. At first glance, it looked a bit similar to someone’s leather jacket. He wiped the torn shoes with a little discarded lard, and unexpectedly the unexpected luster appeared.

But the weather was not good. A heavy rain that day dyed my father a black man. His classmates all laughed to the sky, and a child from a poor family wanted to be so beautiful!

What is poverty?

Poverty means that you cannot find the dignity of living.

My father later went to study in the county. In order to save some money, my grandfather entrusted his father to his aunt's house who lived in the county. As my father's aunt, he naturally loved his father very much, just like treating his own children.

However, every time the children of my aunt's family see this countryside, they feel infinite contempt and disgust for this countryside.

My father stood in the small town that did not welcome him. In the rain, in the wind and snow, he was thinking that this is poverty. Poverty means no dignity.

Grandpa paid too much to maintain that poor family.

In the starry night sky, he carried a load of shisha to a place hundreds of kilometers away. He didn't know how many villages he had to pass along the way, how many begging and staying to get to the county, exchanged the load of shisha for banknotes, and then returned home after trekking day and night...

However, those who have experienced hardships will never talk about those experiences. When my grandfather was alive, I hardly heard my grandfather mention those painful days.
Chapter completed!