With a cry of surprise, a thin figure appeared next to a mountain of garbage. A little girl who looked only five or six years old held up a food stamp in her hand, her dark little face full of expressions.
smile.
In this era where planned economy food stamps have not yet withdrawn from people's lives, a five-jin food stamp can be exchanged for two hot sesame seed cakes, enough for two children to have a full meal.
"Jiajia, when I save enough money, I will send you to school. Lao Wang's son said that as long as he can pay the tuition, it will be fine!" Seven or eight meters away from the little girl, a boy's big head emerged from the garbage pile.
came out.
Although this boy has a big head and a small body, and his face looks malnourished, his eyes are very bright, and he looks to be only eleven or twelve years old.
"Brother, I don't want to go to school. They ask us to pick up rags. I don't want to play with them."
The little girl curled her lips, pulled her feet out from the garbage, came to the boy's side with one foot deep and one shallow, and put the food stamp into the army green satchel that the big boy was carrying as if asking for credit, and then
He patted it with his little hands and then said: "What's so good about going to school? I want to be with my brother. Brother, aren't you also going to school?"
"Brother really wants to go to school!"
Although the boy was not very old, he doted on his sister very much. He reached out and touched the little girl's head and said, "Silly girl, what can you do if you don't go to school? How can you still spend your whole life picking up rags?"
"Isn't it nice to pick up rags all your life?"
There was confusion in the little girl's eyes. In her heart, as long as she could be with her brother, that would be the happiest thing. The hardships of life and the looks she received in daily life could not erase the child's innocence.
"Okay, let's be kings of rags from now on."
Seeing that there was mist in his sister's eyes, the boy quickly stopped the topic. He couldn't tell his sister about the principles of going to college and getting ahead. Even if he did, the little girl wouldn't understand because even the boy hadn't understood it yet.
Woolen cloth.
Although he stopped talking about going to school, the boy was still thinking in his heart that as long as he had 18 more yuan, he could send his sister to school.
The boy found out last year that at the Railway Primary School one kilometer away from their residence, the annual tuition fees totaled 76 yuan. He had already saved 58 yuan, and was only 18 yuan short of paying the tuition for his sister to enroll.
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As for the thirty yuan book fee, it can be saved.
Since many families have several children, the textbooks used by the eldest child can be replaced with a new book cover and used by the second child, so most schools do not require the purchase of books.
The boy had already collected all the textbooks from the first to the sixth grade of elementary school from the scrap collection station, and wrapped the book covers with calendar paper, which looked almost new.
"Jiajia, let's go, I'll change the sesame cakes for you!"
The sky gradually darkened. The boy looked at the harvest in front of him and shook his head helplessly.
Today in the early 1990s, luxury and waste have little to do with people's lives. Every household is reluctant to throw away even the used toothpaste tubes.
Therefore, the rag picking industry, which has created countless multi-millionaires in the future, is undoubtedly still a rising industry. Most of the employees are still in a state of subsistence and clothing. You can imagine the harvest of the brothers and sisters.
Picking up the small bundle of scrap rusty wire that could still be sold for some money, the boy took his sister's hand and walked out of the garbage heap.
The garbage dump was beside a railway. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two brothers and sisters, drawing out two figures, one long and one short. Although they looked so thin, they gave people a very warm feeling.
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"Uncle Hu, here are five kilograms of food stamps, give me two sesame seed cakes!"
More than half an hour later, the boy and his sister, who had already disposed of the wire to the scrap collection station, appeared in front of a sesame cake stall more than 100 meters away from Railway Primary School.
The dirty little hands of the two children had long been washed. Although the clothes on their bodies were shabby and shabby, their hands and faces looked completely different from the rag-picking appearance before.
Especially the little girl, with her pretty little face, it can be vaguely seen that she will definitely be a beauty when she grows up. However, the future beauty is focused on the fragrant sesame cakes at the moment.
"Xiao Feng, Uncle Hu can still afford a few sesame seed cakes. You can keep the food stamps for yourself!"
The person who made the sesame cakes was a middle-aged man in his thirties. After seeing the brother and sister in front of him, he quickly took out two hot sesame cakes sprinkled with sesame salt from the wall in the stove, blew them with his hands, and placed them on the table.
In front of the girl.
"Brother?" The girl glanced at her brother. Having grown up with boys, she knew that she was not allowed to take other people's things without his permission.
"Be careful, don't burn it!"
The boy touched his sister's head, looked at the biscuit owner, and said, "Uncle Hu, I don't buy rice or noodles, so I won't use these food stamps, so just accept them. I picked them up!"
Although the aroma of sesame seeds came to his nose, and the boy's Adam's apple rolled up and down, he still stubbornly placed the food stamps in his hand on the chopping board, as if he didn't want the pancakes if he didn't take them.
"You kid, what's wrong with Uncle Hu giving you two sesame cakes to eat?"
Lao Hu gave a bitter smile, but he had known the boy for four or five years, and he knew that if he didn't accept the food stamps, the boy would really take his sister away.
And he also believed that the boy must have picked up the food stamps, because in the past five years, he had never seen the little boy reach out and take anything from others.
Shaking his head, Lao Hu took out a piece of oil paper, and took out a sesame seed cake from the furnace wall, put it together with the two, handed it to the boy, and said: "Qin Feng, Uncle Hu can't take advantage of you, five kilograms
Take the food stamps and three sesame seed cakes..."
"Thank you Uncle Hu!"
The boy named Qin Feng did not refuse this time, but took the oil paper, tore off half a piece of sesame seed cake and handed it to his sister. Seeing his sister devouring it, a smile appeared on his tight little face.
"It's really hard on this kid!"
After the Qin Feng brothers and sisters left, Lao Hu sighed. If he didn't have three children at home and his family background was very average, he would have taken these sensible brothers and sisters to his home.
Qin Feng's brother and sister came to this urban-rural fringe area on the outskirts of Cangzhou five years ago. Qin Feng was only seven years old at that time, and his sister was only three years old.
The brother and sister seemed to have gotten off a train that stopped here, but no one knew where they came from?
Although Qin Feng is very young, his self-esteem is very strong. He actually raised his three-year-old sister by himself by picking up garbage and rags, and he did not steal or rob. The adults living around him,
I always have an inexplicable fondness for this mature child.
Of course, the Qin Feng brothers and sisters, who are often regarded as role models by adults to educate their children, are not very popular among the children in this area. When they send scraps to the scrap collection station, they are always followed by a group of people calling them garbage.
The king's children.
"Dahuang, your dinner is here."
After walking for more than 20 minutes, Qin Feng took his sister back to the "home" where they lived. A big yellow dog with a bald tail came up to him silently and rubbed its big head against the brother and sister's bodies, looking extremely happy.
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Qin Feng poured the bag of pig sesame in his hand into the basin outside the door, then opened the door and entered the house with his sister.
This is a house next to the train track, with only one room. Due to the rerouting of the train, there is only one train passing by this track every day, so it is excluded from the key maintenance section.
As a result, the house that was originally used for maintenance workers to rest has become dilapidated and dilapidated. Fortunately, it is a brick structure, so there will be no air leakage from the four walls, otherwise the two children will really not be able to survive the northern winter.
Fortunately, in the early 1990s, Cangzhou, a city with relatively low population mobility, had not yet seen the homeless army in the future. Otherwise, the Qin Feng brothers and sisters might not have been able to live in this cheap house.
"Jiajia, don't drink raw water, it will cause diarrhea. I'll pour you some boiled water."
After returning to his "home", Qin Feng saw his sister going to drink water from the water pipe that filled the train, and quickly stopped her, picked up an iron thermos from the foot of the house and poured it for Qin Jia, who had already complained that she was thirsty.
Filled the jar with water.
"Brother, the sesame cakes are so delicious!"
The little girl licked her lips and licked a sesame seed left on it into her mouth. She stared at her brother's green cloth satchel, knowing that there was a sesame seed inside.
"You do your homework well, and I will come back to check it in the evening. If everything is correct, I will reward you with a sesame seed cake."
Qin Feng took the enamel jar from his sister's hand and drank the rest of the water in one breath. After wiping his mouth, he took it from the desk drawer that had a missing leg padded with bricks.
Two textbooks and a stack of letter paper with writing on one side were taken out and placed on the table.
Although he has to pick up garbage every day during the day, Qin Feng has taught his sister how to read and write since she was five years old. Now eight years old, Qin Jia is almost at the level of the third or fourth grade of elementary school.
As for Qin Feng himself, he was taught a lot of words by his father before his family suffered any changes. In addition, he is talented and intelligent. He has studied all the junior high school courses through self-study over the years. If he didn't want his sister to
If she gets to know more people of the same age, there is no need for Qin Feng to let her go to school.
"I understand, brother, please come back soon!" Qin Jia coquettishly shook her brother's arm, and then sat obediently in front of the desk with a missing leg.
"Don't run around. If you feel sleepy, just go to bed."
Qin Feng smiled, turned around and left the house. At this time, the sky outside had already turned completely dark. The grassy wasteland around the house was filled with the chirping sounds of various insects.
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