Chapter 142 Tang Shi’s mother started a video for the first time

Author: Index Han

Chapter 142 Tang Shi’s mother started a video for the first time

If you look down from the sky, you can find a small mountain village located on the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain looks like a big pit has been dug out, giving it the feeling of a volcanic crater.

In the pit, you can still see scattered houses, and there is only a winding path that extends from the foot of the mountain to the mountain, over the shortest hill, and then extends down to the village.

At the highest point, you can also see a signal tower and some wire poles.

Only when you get here can you understand what real traffic inconvenience is. Even bicycles and motorcycles cannot pass on the small roads, and there are no conditions for transportation at all.

During this season, unknown wild flowers can be seen blooming everywhere, cattle and sheep in twos and threes are grazing leisurely, and children are greeting each other and preparing to drive their cattle and sheep home.

On the afternoon of August, the setting sun dyes the sky red, and the mountains are so beautiful.

Those wooden houses had white smoke rising from the roofs. Every household began to cook dinner, and the smoke curled up, creating a picture of fireworks in the world.

This is the hometown of Tang poetry.

A very poor, very ordinary, very inconvenient place.

On the last mountain ridge leading into the village, Tang Feng looked at the sky that was getting dark. He hurried and walked slowly, but it was still dark.

He was carrying a bundle of dry firewood, and behind him was his mother carrying a suitcase.

"How much does it cost to buy so many things? If you have some money, you start spending money lavishly. Instead of saving, just save some. In case you can't make any money, you still have savings."

Tang Feng couldn't help but smile when he listened to his mother's nagging words.

People of the older generation all think about saving money when they have it. The more they save, the more they can do a lot of things. They don't have to worry about not having money, and the pressure in life will be much less.

They often talk about whether firewood, rice, oil and salt are all money, and how there are many places to spend money.

"She was also planning to ask me to bring more things, but the suitcase can't even fit in it. I told you that you would tell me when I came back, but she didn't listen at all." Tang Feng said.

"I just love you. My phone still works. I bought a new one."

"I couldn't tell her off and didn't listen to her, so she hit me. I couldn't hit her, so what should I do?" Tang Feng replied helplessly.

There were all new clothes in the suitcase, so I left him a set of old clothes. I almost threw away all the old clothes for him, but Tang Feng didn't agree, so he kept them.

With several sets of clothes, shoes and pants, plus my mother's clothes, the suitcase was full and there was no room for anything at all. I planned to bring him some food, but I could only put it in my schoolbag.

"I don't know about you? Sister You secretly gave you money, do you think I don't know?"

Tang Feng: "."

He didn't use any of the money his sister gave him. He only used it to buy papers and school supplies.

He is not the kind of person who spends money randomly and is usually very frugal.

"Mom, have you ever considered living outside in the future?" Tang Feng asked her.

The wind from the mountains blew over, making her hair a little messy and drying her sweat. It was just her son's problem that made her a little silent for a moment.

She has never considered living outside.

Her son is still a child and has not yet married. She still has to make money by raising pigs, cattle and sheep for him to go to school. In addition, she can buy some mountain delicacies to get by for a year. Although she has no money left, her life cannot be said.

Worry about eating and drinking.

Although it was difficult, she still wanted to support a college student.

It was her lifelong regret that her daughter could not go to college. She felt sorry for her daughter and could not hold back tears every time she saw the college admission notice.

We can't let our son not go to school.

"Why are you thinking about all this? When you get married, mom will take care of the baby for you. If you don't let me take care of the baby, you can take care of it yourself, and I will come back to raise pigs and smoke some bacon for you every year?"

"Prepare something for you and prepare something for your sister. No matter if she wants it or not, I only have so much ability. I can't go up the mountain or get down to the ground. I won't give it to anyone in the future."

"When I'm too old to move, you guys can come back and take care of me for a while. When I'm gone, walk around with your sister more often. If you have any difficulties, your sister will help you."

"Yao'er, study hard. You owe your sister a lot in your life, and you will pay her back slowly in the future."

While going downhill, listening to his mother's words, Tang Feng just nodded.

After Tang Shi finished high school, he didn't even get the admission notice, but left home in the middle of the night with a few hundred dollars and a flashlight to go work, he knew that Tang Shi gave up her life and gave all her hope to him.

That kind of hope is actually very heavy when it weighs on your shoulders.

"I know Mom, I will remember it all my life." Tang Feng replied: "When I graduate and make money to buy a house in a big city, you will live with me from now on."

"He helps me take care of the baby, cooks, and when I have nothing to do, I go dancing in the square and travels to other places."

Listening to Tang Feng's words quietly.

As she listened, she couldn't help but laugh: "Forget it, forget it, Mom can't stand this kind of life, it's better to live here. I'll be here for the rest of my life."

For her, this small place is the vast majority of life.

Acquaintances are here, friends are here, relatives are here, everything familiar is here, and most importantly, that dead ghost is also buried here.

If he left, he would be so lonely! No one would visit his grave.

Therefore, she still stayed here. The child could go to a wider world. She still liked this small village, although the young people were reluctant to come back and it was becoming less and less lively.

"Then live for a few months a year." Tang Feng said firmly.

"Don't imitate your father. He used to brag to me like this, saying that he would lead me to live a good life, that I would not have to worry about food and drink, and that he would make money for me. But has it come true?" She shook her head: "Be practical and don't be greedy."

Years ago, his father painted pie cakes for himself. When he got old, his son also painted pie cakes for himself.

When he gets married, he has completed all his tasks. In this life, he will not feel guilty about the Tang family, nor will he owe them anything. Speaking of it, the Tang family still owes him.

Only Tang Feng looked serious and never took it as a joke. Those little dreams took root in his heart.

In this world, the most important people to him are his sister and mother. She worked hard to raise him, but if he can't let her enjoy happiness, how can he talk about filial piety.

It was getting dark, and they finally arrived home before dark.

A house with a stilt building. Under the stilt building, you can still hear the braying of pigs, cattle and sheep, and there is also a little cooing sound coming from the chicken and duck pen.

On the eaves are tiles that have been used for many years, which she carried back one after another. She built the house bit by bit with help from others, from scratch. She gave Tang Shi and Tang Feng a warm feeling.

s home.

It took ten years to go from a dilapidated house with leaks from all sides to a stable wooden house.

After turning on the light and entering the house, you can see an earthen stove with three iron pots ranging from small to large. The largest one is for pigs and pigs, and the smaller one is used for cooking. The smallest one is for cooking.

It is usually used by the whole family and is used the most.

Behind the stove is a two-meter-long wide bench. In addition to daily sitting, it is also used to kill pigs during the Chinese New Year. The front part is smooth after sitting on it for a long time, while the back part is a bit dusty.

There is a fire pit at the stove entrance, and there are some half-burned firewood left.

There is a small square table, several long benches, and there are thermos bottles, rice cookers, and several kimchi jars on the table. The cabinet is next to it, with pots and pans, condiments, and endless meals inside.

There was bacon hanging above the stove, which was dark and unsightly, but delicious.

The walls made of wooden boards were hung with many certificates. Those yellow certificates with Tang poems and Tang Feng's name written on them were her showpieces for conversation.

But later on, the awards on one side gradually outweighed the other, and she didn't like talking to the seven aunts and eight aunts in the village about how her children were doing.

Putting the suitcase down, she took down an iron pot from the hook above the fire pit, carried it to the stove, took a stainless steel basin, and poured out the pig's feet inside.

"The cured pig's feet are stewed with mushrooms. In the rice cooker, there are also green onions and fried bacon. Mom will fry a potato for you and you will eat right away." She said as she took the hay and lit the fire.

Skillfully, he first put small firewood, then larger branches, and soon a blazing fire ignited in the stove hole.

The small potatoes have been washed and peeled. When the hot lard in the pot starts to boil, put the potatoes down, a sizzling sound will be heard, and the aroma will gradually emerge.

I have prepared food for a long time and am waiting for my son to come back. It won’t be long before I can eat.

When the golden potatoes were picked up, the food was ready. Tang Feng took a small bowl and served rice to his mother, and then took a large earthen bowl and gave himself a large bowl of rice.

The oily flowers are shining, and you can still see the fungi, the slightly salty bacon feet, the crystal clear bacon, half fat and half thin and purple, and the golden small potatoes, that's dinner.

"It's delicious!" Tang Feng looked at his mother with a smile as he was eating rice.

Tang Feng's mother, who had a gentle smile, looked at her son devouring the food and told him to eat slowly and not to choke.

This kind of food made by my mother, this kind of taste, is probably the most delicious food in my life. Even the delicacies from the mountains and seas outside cannot replace it.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you. Your sister used to compete with you, but now she doesn't compete with you." The events of the past few years still seem to be vivid in my mind.

It’s still the same place, still the same table, but the children have grown up.

There used to be two large earthen bowls, but one of them has not been moved for a long time. It has been under the cabinet and has become dusty.

"Mom, you don't know that although the food my sister brought me to eat was expensive, it was not as delicious as what you made." Tang Feng said seriously.

The taste of this kind of food cooked by my mother cannot be replaced by any other food.

After pouring half a bowl of pig's trotter soup, Tang Feng slurped down his rice. It felt particularly delicious. It was the kind of delicious feeling that comes from the heart and cannot be experienced outside.

"It's not that good. Hurry up and eat meat. You've become so thin. There's no meat at all, just bones." She gave Tang Feng several pieces of bacon trotters.

There are only four of these pig's feet in total. In rural areas, people who are not very important will not eat them.

The pig's feet that are so unpalatable to others are real friends, or real relatives, or are made by one's own mother, just like Tang Feng.
To be continued...