In the evening, the setting sun was like residual blood, shining red on the faces of every commune member working in the fields.
A cool breeze blew, and the members straightened up and moved around.
Their waists have long been sore from having to bend over all the time to work.
A middle-aged woman brought a bowl of cold water and handed it to a dark-skinned middle-aged man.
The club members nearby started to boo.
"Dad Mo, you are so lucky. Your son went to Beijing University and your wife still loves you so much."
Father Mo's lips were already chapped. He brought the enamel jar to his mouth. The knot in his throat trembled a few times, and all the water from the enamel jar went into his stomach.
He handed the enamel jar to Aunt Mo and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel hanging around his neck, and then he had the strength to speak.
"Envy? Then you should work quickly. The crops will be harvested next year. With the surplus food, you will have more children. Now the national policy is good. Shanfeng is studying in college. Not only does he not have to pay tuition, but he also gets a monthly subsidy.
"
When Mo Shanfeng was mentioned, Father Mo's eyes, which were muddy with sweat, shone brightly.
The club members next to him also nodded in agreement: "Yes, that kid Shanfeng has finally survived."
The envy of outsiders did not make Father Mo feel any easier.
Da Mao has left the mountain village, and there are four children, Er Mao, San Ya, Si Mao and Wu Mao.
Ermao and Sanya are in junior high school, Simao is in elementary school, and Wumao is old enough to go to school.
The tuition fee for each semester is at least forty yuan.
Shanfeng Tainai has been in poor health all year round and has to go to the town hospital for medical treatment every week.
The rural people are not reimbursed for their medical expenses and medicines. Even though Dr. Wang is the son-in-law of the village, he specializes in finding cheap medicines for them, which costs at least five or six yuan every month.
Calculated in this way, the monthly expenses for a family need to be at least 60 yuan.
The little money you expect to get out of the chicken's butt is of no use at all.
Even if that kid Shanfeng is sensible and sends most of the subsidy back, it won't be enough.
In just six months, Father Mo has borrowed a total of eighteen and a half yuan from the villagers.
The folks are very nice. As long as Father Mo opens his mouth, they will take out the money without saying a word.
However, none of the villagers are rich, so no one can afford to borrow like this.
Father Mo is only in his forties, with gray hair and zigzag wrinkles on his forehead. He looks like an old man in his fifties or sixties who is worried about money.
Aunt Mo saw that Father Mo's expression turned gloomy again, and she understood that he was melancholy again.
He whispered: "Otherwise, Ermao and the others won't be allowed to go to school next semester. It's enough to have a mountain phoenix in the family."
Yes, Shanfeng is now a student at Beijing University. He will definitely be able to stay in a big city when he comes out. The glory of his ancestors is just around the corner.
If they, two old farmers, can support a college student, they have overfulfilled their task.
However, Father Mo didn't think so.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Ermao and Sanya's studies are no worse than Shanfeng's. They can get first place in the school every time they take exams. If you don't let them go to school, their lives will be ruined. When the children grow up in the future, we will
As parents, how do you explain this to them?"
"Our family doesn't have any money!"
Aunt Mo also knew that if children don't study, they will only be like them in the future, facing the loess and back to the sky, with beads of sweat breaking into eight petals.
"Let's think of another way! Can a living person be choked to death by urinating?" Father Mo squatted on the ground, frowning and sighed.
Aunt Mo knew that Father Mo was comforting her.
As a commune member, I couldn't go to the city to work, and even selling eggs had to be done secretly.
Is there any way to save enough for the children’s school fees?
Suddenly, a crisp ringing sound came from afar, and the members turned their heads.
On the path in the field, a dark green bicycle drove slowly over.
The postman riding a bicycle shouted loudly from a distance: "Dad Mo, I have your wire transfer."
"Wire transfer?" Father Mo was stunned, "I just sent the money back last week, why is there another wire transfer?"
The members were also puzzled, but the postman in the town had always done his duty, not to mention that only Father Mo's family in the small mountain village could receive wire transfers from outside.
The postman delivered wire transfers to Father Mo on time every month. The two of them had long since matured. He tied up his bicycle at the end of the field and ran over from the field, holding the wire transfer in his hand high, like a victory sign.
flag.
"Old Motou, your son has sent you money again! Why are you still standing there?"
If you are far away, he will shout loudly.
At this time, Father Mo realized what he was doing and hurriedly stepped forward to take the money order, but he still had some doubts in his heart.
"I just sent you the money, why did you send me the money again so soon?"
The postman handed the money order to him: "Look, the name of the old man you touched is written on it. Can it be fake? Besides, we at the Post and Telecommunications Bureau can't give you money in vain, can we?"
The postman's words attracted the approval of the members.
"That's right, if Shanfeng doesn't send money, the post and telecommunications office can't give you money either."
"Shan Feng must have known that Old Mo was worried about money, so he ate steamed buns again this month."
"This kid Shanfeng really has nothing to say!"
"Stop yelling, let's see how much money Shanfeng sent again this time?"
To the members, Shanfeng was the child they watched grow up. He often ate at their bowls when he was a child, just like their own children.
Every time Shanfeng sends money back, the small mountain village will be happy for a while, and the members will also take the opportunity to educate their children and learn from Shanfeng.
Of course, there will inevitably be a howl of ghosts and wolves in the night sky in the small mountain village.
The postman seemed very positive this time and left without dropping the money order.
After all, such a large money order is rare in this remote southwest town.
He took the money order and pointed at the numbers on it: "Old Motou, this time Shanfeng sent you 40 yuan. You can take your household registration book to the post and telecommunications office to get it out tomorrow. Of course, the money is a bit too much this time.
If you can’t spend it all, you can deposit it at our post office and you’ll get interest every month.”
"How much?" Father Mo rubbed his ears with his muddy hands.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Forty!" The postman repeated it again without any intention of blaming him.
Also, even when he saw this astronomical figure for the first time, he couldn't believe it.
Not to mention an old farmer!
"Hiss~~"
There was a gasp from all around, and all the members' eyes widened with disbelief shining in their eyes.
"Forty yuan! Isn't Shanfeng still in college? How come he makes so much money!"
"That's right, we can't make forty yuan a year!"
Father Mo was also shocked by this number, and his hand holding the money order was trembling a little.
"Old man Mo, Shanfeng left a message on the money order. This is the bonus he received from a project he participated in." The postman went to junior high school and often read newspapers on weekdays. He can be said to be knowledgeable.
"Do you know what a project is?"
Everyone shook their heads and looked at the postman with awe in their eyes.
"The project is the task, so this money is the reward given to him by the superiors." The postman enjoyed this look and felt a little proud.
An uncle raised his hand: "I know, just like when I raise pigs, when the pigs grow strong, when it's time to put them out for slaughter, the commune will reward me with half a catty of grain wine!"
"Can half a catty of rice wine be compared with forty yuan?"
The postman glared at him, but he seemed to be unable to think of a better explanation, and finally said coquettishly: "It's almost the same, but the task Shanfeng completed must be much more difficult than raising pigs, otherwise the superiors wouldn't be able to reward him so much.
money!"
Father Mo didn't know what mission Mo Shanfeng, who was thousands of miles away, had completed.
However, with this money, Shanfeng Nai can go to the town to see a doctor, and they can continue to study for 2 cents, 30 cents, 40 cents, and 50 cents.
He rubbed the money order with his rough hands, and a crystal tear rolled down from the corner of his dry eyes.
