In her previous life, Liu Lang's aunt did not go to college, and her highest degree was only high school. She went to work in a factory in her twenties, and was laid off when she was in her forties to catch up with the reform of state-owned enterprises. Later she worked as a house salesperson, but she did not become rich.
, just plain and simple, the biggest achievement is the women we have trained.
After my son graduated, he went to work in Hong Kong Island. The salary was good, but the pressure was also very high. My aunt often came to Hong Kong Island from the north to help her daughter cook. Later, my daughter got married and had a child. The couple lived apart, and my aunt often took care of her daughter.
Although it was hard work traveling north and south with my children, I had no complaints.
Liu Lang himself is a college student, the first in his family to go to college. He always felt that his parents did not have much education, and his eldest aunt was only a high school student. But this history now seems to be as questionable as his name.
.
Maybe my aunt's education is not high, but she is by no means uneducated, and Liu Lang can see that she is still a literary young man.
"Hua Jin, you are about to graduate from high school, are you going to go to college?"
Liu Lang's mother was washing clothes in the outer room while chatting with Liu Lang's aunt.
"College? I can't pass the exam. I don't know any foreign languages. My father also said that high school is enough. When I graduate, I can directly join the job and I can make money by then."
My aunt was sitting on the kang reading a book and said without raising her head.
"The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used them to look for light."
My aunt held a copy of the Gucheng anthology and suddenly read aloud in a low voice.
Of course Liu Lang had heard of this poem, and he also knew about Gucheng. He was so talented that he pioneered hazy poetry and was a great inspiration to a generation. The poem that his aunt recited was published by him at the beginning of this year.
The poem published in a poetry magazine is said to have caused a shock as soon as it was published and has become an idol in the hearts of young people of this era.
"Sister-in-law, this poem is so well written! This emotion makes my eyes seem to have light, and I also want to become a poet!"
Liu Lang's aunt said intoxicatedly.
Liu Lang's mother was washing Liu Lang's diaper and didn't hear the other person saying any more poems, but she still asked casually.
"Well, it's a really good poem. Was it written by Li Bai or Du Fu?"
"Pfft!"
Liu Lang couldn't hold it in any longer and spit out the foam.
But the aunt showed an embarrassed look on her face, as if she had just been playing the piano to a cow.
"What's wrong, son? What's wrong, son?"
Mother came to Liu Lang's side all of a sudden. Although she didn't hear what her sister-in-law was saying just now, Liu Lang's every move could not escape her ears.
"Grrrr!"
Liu Lang couldn't help laughing when he looked at his mother.
"Hey! You can actually laugh? Hua Jin, grandma, look at Liu Lang and he can laugh!"
Mother hugged Liu Lang and sat on the kang. Grandma and aunt both came closer and teased the child with their hands. Liu Lang looked at each other with his clear eyes and stretched out his little hands to touch him from time to time.
with three faces.
There is a saying that children can roll over, sit down, roll around, and crawl at three months. This means that an ordinary child can roll over in three months, sit up in six months, roll in seven months, and crawl in eight months. But Liu Lang is not an ordinary child.
My child, he can turn over at will just after the full moon.
"Donglai, look, my son is turning over again."
My mother shouted loudly, and my father, who was chopping firewood in the outhouse, immediately ran in, holding an ax in his hand.
"My son is so awesome, come on, let's do it again!"
With a smile on his face, his father put his hands under Liu Lang's body, and Liu Lang turned over again according to the force.
"well!"
The grandma on the side also kept cheering.
"Our son is a little different. He has to drink milk several times a day when he is just one month old. Every time he drinks milk, he goes to sleep. When he wakes up, he turns over. After turning over, he drinks milk, and then goes back to sleep. My milk is not enough for him.
!”
Liu Lang's mother was a little worried that her breast milk would not be enough for Liu Lang to drink.
"Well, I'll go to San Department Store tomorrow and buy a chicken to stew for you. If you still don't have milk, I'll buy some milk powder."
said the father.
"What kind of milk are you drinking? I can drink porridge now!"
Liu Lang shouted in his heart. In a month, Liu Lang has gradually adapted to this body. Now he turns over every day to exercise his strength. In addition, he thinks every day. The energy consumed is not what his mother's milk can do.
In addition, it can be said that Liu Lang is hungry all the time now, and his body seems to have recognized the owner's problem. Liu Lang feels that his gums are already itchy, and it may not take half a month for his teeth to heal.
Come out.
Although he still has no teeth, Liu Langtian feels that he can drink some gruel, but he does not dare to speak. If he does, he is afraid that he will scare his parents. Therefore, in order to save energy, in addition to drinking milk and exercising a few times, Liu Langtian
I can only sleep outside my muscles.
As expected, Liu Lang's father bought a chicken the next day, a skinny chicken that only weighed two or three kilograms. After all, in this era, people could only barely have enough food and clothing, and this chicken was also hungry and skinny.
A thin chicken cooked a pot full of soup. My parents, grandparents, second uncle, third uncle, aunt and uncle, and my grandma all gathered together. In addition to the large pot of chicken soup, there was also a pot of cornstarch noodles and steamed buns on the table.
, plus a large bowl of stewed cabbage,
Grandpa was the first to use his chopsticks and placed two chicken legs and a bowl of chicken legs in front of his mother. Others saw their father eating and picked up their chopsticks one after another, and without any explanation, they went to the pot full of chicken soup.
Whoever moves slowly eats less.
"Everyone slow down!"
Liu Lang's father was the fastest. He picked up a piece of breast meat and put it in Liu Lang's grandma's bowl. When he went back to pick it up, there were only chicken butts and chicken heads left in the large pot of chicken soup.
"I eat chicken butt, give me the chicken butt!"
Liu Lang's grandma put the chicken breast in the bowl into Liu Lang's father's bowl, and then put the remaining chicken butt into her own bowl.
"Mom, what's delicious about chicken butt?"
Liu Lang's father also gave chicken breasts to his mother.
"I eat the chicken butt, you eat that!"
Liu Lang's grandma shook her head repeatedly, reached for a steamed bun and started eating it.
"Dad, this is for you!"
Liu Lang's father wanted to give the meat to his own father.
"You go ahead and eat, I'll just have some food!"
Liu Lang's grandfather waved his hand, took a steamed bun, and ate the cabbage soup.
"Dong Wei, give it to you!"
Liu Lang's father casually placed the piece of breast meat in front of his youngest brother. This time, the younger brother didn't object. He picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth. He ate it without even spitting out the bones, which attracted the attention of the two older brothers.