The leisurely life of rebirth

Fang Monan could only wait patiently for the next few days. She didn't have to meet anyone to send the mail. In this way, her small body could be hidden. She was also curious about who was the lucky recipient of this mail.

'It's okay to send it again! Cast a wide net, and sometimes a blind cat will stumble upon a dead mouse.

When Fang Monan was leaving and waved goodbye to the post office man, he saw a set of 1980's version of the "Gengshen Monkey" monkey stamps posted there. There was actually one here. His eyes instantly lit up, wow... Life is full of surprises, it seems.

I'm thinking of ways to buy it back when I get home.

Fang Monan did not go home, and her grandma was busy at home! She scratched her head and went to find her aunt. Anyway, she knew the way and ran to the county party committee compound. The gate was old and mottled, and there were plaques from the county party committee and government hanging on both sides of the door.

.The door to the guard room was tightly closed and not guarded at all. He took advantage of the small and inconspicuous light and sneaked in effortlessly. My aunt came to resign today, so she probably hasn’t left yet! I hope so, try my luck. Look around.

She looked around and saw no one on the road. She was in trouble! She saw tables, chairs, and big boxes piled up in front of a house in front of her. She walked forward to try her luck and find someone to ask.

OK.

Fortunately, the person I found was my aunt. Although her face was covered, I could tell from her clothes. She was standing on a small ladder, holding a tool, and demolishing the suspended ceiling of the house! She was covered in dust.

"Auntie," Fang Monan shouted with swollen eyes, didn't you come to resign today?[

"Ah! Xiao Nannan, why are you here?" She heard the child's voice, climbed down from the ladder, and walked to Fang Monan. She didn't dare to get too close. She looked around and saw no one else following her, "You

Grandma is so relieved now that I dared you to come here by yourself." She said as she took off her face towel. "This work was arranged a few days ago, and it's the last time anyway. A person must have a beginning and an end. It's all done, and I'll do it.

I told them not to look anymore." She explained as she looked at Fang Monan looking at the dust in the door.

"Aren't you drawing red at home at this time?" The aunt looked at her and asked, how could she, who has always been very active in writing, have time to come here today? Before she had time to think about how she was found, Fang Monan came down.

The words scared me.

"I have something to ask you. Are you free now? Do you have ten dollars with you?"

My aunt rummaged through her pockets and counted seven or eight dollars. "What are you doing! Why do you want money? Are you doing something bad?"

"Take care of your clothes first, let's talk as we walk." Fang Monan looked at the dirt on her body and frowned, displeased.

"Something really happened!" The aunt stood far away from her, dusted herself off, and pulled her out hurriedly.

Fang Monan followed her almost to the post office, and then told her that she wanted to buy stamps, so that her aunt could put her mind down. When she heard about buying stamps, her aunt suddenly said in a hurry: "I'm full after eating, I'll be fine again."

If you don't write a letter, why can't you buy stamps? And it's sixty-four yuan, which is half of my salary." He shook his head and refused to enter the post office.

When Fang Monan saw that the normal way was not working, he came to take advantage of the children's privileges and acted like a fool, "If you don't buy it, I will cry for you." She did it as she said, crying loudly.

My aunt was scared, this was really ugly, and she couldn't resist in the end, so she gave in. Fang Monan was very happy when he walked out of the post office, and bought a large photo album here. But her aunt was wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, and she thought about how she has been since

When this niece came back from the countryside, I wanted to buy her candy, but she didn't want it. She thought she knew about the family's difficulties and became good and sensible. I didn't expect it! It was so cruel. Half a month's salary was gone in one fell swoop.

"Auntie, please don't be sad. I will give you half a million in thirty years." Fang Monan stood on tiptoe and couldn't touch her shoulder, so he could only pat her arm to comfort her.

My aunt was feeling sad, and when she heard her words there were only two words: "Liar." She obviously didn't believe it.

"Then let's wait and see! Whoever believes in me will have eternal life." Fang Monan raised his hand to draw a cross on his chest, with a solemn expression and a deliberately low voice, but who knew it would create a comic effect.

"Little brat, what you learned is not serious." The aunt was amused by her serious and exaggerated expression, and her sadness disappeared.

In the next few days, Fang Monan did not accompany his grandma to sell steamed buns. Students and parents hurriedly asked what was wrong, why Aunt Mo's granddaughter didn't come, and whether she was sick.

It turned out that grandma's steamed bun stall was as famous as Fang Monan's children's songs, so Fang Monan would accompany grandma to sell steamed buns from time to time. Every day, some students even came to tease Fang Monan specifically to see what words could come out of her mouth.

She recorded the meaningful children's songs, and the result was that she tried her best to recall the children's songs. At this time, she no longer cared about the age, as long as they were good and meaningful, such as Jingle Bells and health songs, accompanied by her special neck twisting.

, twisting her little butt, shaking her hands, and shaking her feet. It was so funny that everyone laughed, "Your granddaughter is so cute."

Some people said: "Auntie Mo, just for your lovely granddaughter, I have to buy two steamed buns." She cheerfully paid for it.

You must know that the children's songs of this era are basically stuck in the 1960s and 1970s. One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain and hunt tigers. Tigers don't eat people, they only eat Truman. (Truman is the former president of the United States)

Lord God, please don’t let it rain and bless the children to eat white rice.

God, don't blow up, I'll kill a big chicken tomorrow.[

When the sun comes out and fills the sky with red, it shines on the poor as they turn over,

The sun is like the Communist Party, leading the people to rule the country.

In the end, there were really no children's songs to memorize, so Fang Monan simply memorized an ancient poem a week, a five-character quatrain with few words that was easy to remember. Most of them were Wang Wei's poems describing scenery or inspiring.

, it was when the boy was studying. The black-haired man did not know how to study diligently early, and the white-haired man regretted studying late. In this way, there is no need to worry about saying "rebellious and unethical" words, and Mr. Lin has the complete collection of ancient poems, so it is easy to explain the source.

With Fang Monan's hard-working performance, grandma is busy and happy every day. She looks much younger. Seeing that the small cardboard box for collecting money is full every day, Fang Monan finally feels a little comforted. Like Fang Monan

Nan Suo thought, from the initial boom to the calm, he adjusted the number of steamed buns every day, and finally sold more than 100 steamed buns on average every day. Putting aside the cost, it cost seven to eighty yuan a month! This is really

The salary is high. Because the management is good, no one will cause trouble for second-rate men and small gangsters.

In the meantime, Fang Monan asked her grandma to make a wide apron like clothes out of light pink Doliang. She put it on and it looked neat and clean. She also asked Mr. Lin to find some paint that would not fall off when exposed to water, and put it on the big apron.

She drew a Q-version full-length portrait of a festive New Year doll on her chest. She was dressed in warm yellow clothes, with a white chef's clothes on her body, a white chef's hat on her head, and a red silk tie around her neck.

Holding a plate of steaming buns with one hand, he touched his chin with one hand and licked his lips with his tongue. He looked extremely satisfied. There was a narration next to him, "It tastes great." It was also written in big red paint under the portrait.

The character "Mo" was given to me. My grandfather's surname was Mo, and he was a steamed bun seller, so it happened to be a homophone for "momo".

I thought I would have to persuade my grandma about the style of Fang Monan's new clothes, but I didn't expect that as long as it was made by Nan Nan, she would put it on regardless of whether it was made by her family. My aunt said it looked good and festive.

Just because of this novel shape, not only do people buy steamed buns every day, there are also many people who look at this painting. Coupled with Fang Monan's hard-working performance, at least it has gathered popularity. It makes me happy when many people see it. According to my grandmother

The living habits here have also changed the time when the stall is opened, because most people here say that dinner is porridge with steamed buns, so the first time the stall is opened is a surprise!

My aunt finished her classes every day, helped her grandma sell the steamed buns, and took the cart home with her, turning a deaf ear to the criticism in school.

Now Fang Monan has one more thing to do before going to bed every night. He massages the acupuncture points on his grandma's hands to eliminate the fatigue damage caused by rubbing the steamed buns with his hands every day. This way, he can continue to work without feeling soreness in his hands the next day.

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One day more than a month later, there was still an hour before people got off work. Fang Monan was sitting in the corridor, taking a charcoal pencil to draw a jujube tree in the yard. The jujube tree was already covered with red fruits.

, it’s ready to eat. Pomegranates are also available in red and green, so they should be ready to eat by the Mid-Autumn Festival.

There was a middle-aged man standing in the yard, looking at the yard as if he was remembering something, and he was stunned. He remembered what happened at home just now.

"I don't care. You go home today and make it clear to your mother. Don't set up a stall in front of the high school and sell steamed buns. I can't afford to lose that person. Mo Yonghui, didn't you hear what those old ladies said in the logistics department?

What did you say? You kept saying that I was unfilial, which is why your mother came out like this and was embarrassed." The speaker was short, with his hands on his hips, like a teapot, and he spoke with a strong voice, like a machine gun.

"You did go a little too far!" He looked up at her and murmured softly.

Although her voice was small, she still heard it. She was like a cat with a hairy hair, her voice suddenly rose up, "Okay! You heartless, I kept the money, but it can't be used to subsidize you and the child."

It's all on them, I can't bear to spend too much, ah..." He sat on the spot, clapped his hands on the ground, cried and wiped his tears, and shouted: "Oh my!... Oh my God! Oh! I don't have this day.

After the law has passed, when have we not lived a life calculated by calculations?" After thinking about it, I felt that it was too ugly for me to do this, so I stood up again and twisted his ears, "You are good at working in the factory. You are the same size, so you are not afraid of others.

I'm stabbing you in the back! If the reputation of unfilial piety spreads, do you still want to be promoted? You didn't hear other people's pointers. Ah... you have to go today, you have to go, you have to go.

, if you don’t go. I..."

"Mom, what are you doing?" A clear boy's voice asked, looking at his parents.

"Ah, it's nothing... I'm sorting your dad's clothes!" She patted the dust on his body that was not there at all. She still wanted to leave him with the dignity of being a father in front of her son. "Your dad is about to go to you.

Where is grandma's house? Are you going?" He walked forward gently, holding a towel and wiping the sweat from his son's face.

"I'm not going." He grabbed the towel and went to the ground, sitting on the bench and sulking.

"Hey, what's going on?" When she heard that her son didn't go to see her grandma, a trace of pride flashed across her face. This was all the result of her education. "Didn't you play in the school for a while after school? That's all.

What time will you be back?"

It was okay if she didn't ask. When she asked, her son said with a sob: "They all look down on me and don't play with me. They call me the grandson who sells steamed buns."

"Mo Yonghui, listen, take a look, do you want to go or not?" She seemed to have some backbone, her fighting power increased sharply, and she shouted loudly. "It doesn't matter if we suffer some grievances in the factory, the truth is

They don’t know the situation, so we just have to feel guilty. Look, even the children are involved. This..." Wiping tears from her eyes that were not there, she looked like a good wife and loving mother.

He looked at his son's sad look and his wife's expression that if you don't go, she will fight him desperately. He shook his head and reluctantly walked out. "Isn't it okay for me to go?" [

After winning the victory, she also had a thorough understanding of the old lady's temperament. As long as the child's father told her, she would definitely succeed. Thinking that she would not have to listen to those old ladies tomorrow, she was in a very good mood. She said to her son: "

Come on, they don’t want to play with us, why don’t we want to play with them? Mom will go make you scrambled eggs with chopped green onions now, before your sisters come back.”

"Okay!" He jumped up happily, "Mom, you are so good!"

He stood in the courtyard, coming back from his memories, thinking about the rumors he had heard these days, and then thinking about how his son was crying. He made up his mind.

"Nannan, is your grandma at home?" a honest baritone voice sounded, rubbing her head, "Why don't you come back from the country and play with your brothers and sisters? In the past, they followed you around and couldn't drive them away.

"

Fang Monan raised his head and freed his ravaged head. After a closer look, he saw an honest-looking man in his thirties. He was not his uncle. He was much younger than in his memory. He was of medium height and wore a well-dressed shirt.

Gray short shirt, black trousers, and a pair of black shoes.

"Grandma, she's in the house!" Fang Monan said coldly.

The eldest uncle saw that she was not as close to her as usual, and thought that the child was young and had not seen her for a while. She had forgotten about him and didn't care. Knowing that his mother was in the house, he got up and crossed the threshold and entered the house.

Grandma was making dough in the room! She heard the voice that seemed to be her son's, and walked out of the room happily. "Why are you here? Does your wife know?" She said, not forgetting to walk from the wall.

I picked up the small stool and watched him sit down, then went to pour him a glass of water. He was holding the water glass and watching in concentration. Grandma was holding the glass herself and sat down.

"She knows." The uncle shook his head and said sadly.

Then there was a long silence. Fang Monan's heart sank to the bottom when he looked at him, as expected.

He looked at his grandma's happy expression. He hadn't seen her for a long time. It seemed like she hadn't seen him since his father passed away. He was so worried that he muttered, but he still said: "Mom, I heard that you put a sign at the entrance of the high school.

stall."

Grandma laughed when she heard this. It turned out to be this. Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, she thought something bad had happened. "You know, I've been pretending for half a month. Let me tell you, I can make money...

..." Before Qian could say anything, he was abruptly interrupted.

"Withdraw..." He lowered his head and muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you." Grandma looked at him in surprise. The water in the cup she held was trembling, and her hands did not feel hot when the water splashed.

"Mom, just withdraw! Do you want everyone in the neighborhood to say that your son is unfilial?" he said dejectedly.

"You are filial, huh... Everyone knows that you are filial. It has been nearly two months since they came back from the countryside, and they have not seen him come to see grandma. This is why he came to ask questions." Fang Monan cursed in his heart.

, looked at her grandma worriedly. She had also heard rumors, but they were all unrelated people, and they came from relatives. They were very lethal. She didn’t know if grandma could survive it. She looked at her worriedly.

.

"Unfilial, you don't care what they say. I can eat and sleep by myself. I will work for a few years while I am still young and have the strength. Wouldn't this also reduce your burden? Your father passed away early and I have no job.

Although you have a few dollars in pension, you can't even buy a bag of flour. In another two years, your little sister won't talk to anyone else." Grandma explained.

Hearing this, he still wanted to do it, "This is an act of trying to pry into the corner of socialism!" He must be slapped with a big hat. A few years ago, the old man was almost criticized because of his ancestors' affairs. Fortunately, his ancestors ruined the family.

Escaped.

'Haha... your old thoughts are really ancient!' Fang Monan said with a smile, let's see what other tricks you can use.

"Haha... There's no need to worry anymore. I've asked your little sister to ask about it. It's been mentioned in newspapers and on the radio. It's allowed by the policy, so what are you afraid of!" Grandma said with a smile. "Besides, it was always the case before.

I did it secretly, but now I can do it openly. I don't steal or rob, so why not?"

"Mom, we are old, and we don't care what others say. But you have to think about your grandchildren! Children are not sensible, so they just start making noises and say anything. You better think about it.

!I'm leaving first." He didn't even finish his words, leaving it to the old man to imagine.

This is a real hit! Grandma can tolerate it in other places, but when it comes to her grandchildren, they are her lifeblood. Although her grandchildren are not close to her, even during the New Year and holidays, they only come to have a meal, not even a meal.

Take a bite. But Fang Monan knew that what she loved most in her heart was her grandson. In her previous life, her grandma thought about her grandson until she died. Now she is not sure what her grandma’s decision will be. She doesn’t know what her grandma will do in front of her career and grandson.

Who to choose.

The grandma looked blankly in the direction her son was leaving, and sat there, holding the water, until her aunt came back.