Chapter 2: It is impossible to work, I will never work in this life! [Please give me a monthly ticket! Please read on! ] "You kid, you've been sleeping for so long, isn't it time to wake up?" Li Ping did not notice anything unusual about her son; instead, she felt delighted. A wise child is better than his mother. Li Ping raised her own child, how could she not know how ambitious Zhao Weihong was? Li Ping was also well aware of the pressure and suffering Zhao Weihong had endured during this period. Since failing the exam was a foregone conclusion. Zhao Weihong lost his appetite and spent his days in a daze. This was the first time Zhao Weihong had spoken up in the past few days. How could Li Ping not be happy? Turning around abruptly, Li Ping wiped the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke as calmly as possible. "Mom will make you some food. It will be ready soon." Zhao Weihong was still a little dazed at this time and didn't react for a while.
When Zhao Weihong's dull eyes gradually brightened up, he came back to his senses, hurriedly got out of bed, walked out in his slippers, and shouted hurriedly. "Mom, take a rest. I'll make dinner." "Go away, don't cause trouble for mom. When is it your turn to cook?" "Besides, can you cook?" "Mom, don't underestimate me. I'm going to show you my cooking skills today!" "Go to the other side!" In the end, Zhao Weihong still couldn't persuade her mother, so she had to walk out of the kitchen angrily and prepare to eat the ready-made food. Sitting at the table, Zhao Weihong's eyes began to drift involuntarily, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar home. Walls covered with newspapers and old, mottled furniture. There is also a portrait of the great man hanging on the wall, looking at Zhao Weihong with a kind gaze. The only big item in the house is the brand new sewing machine in the corner. The moment her eyes fell on the sewing machine, Zhao Weihong looked away as if she had received an electric shock, muttering "bad luck" under her breath. A dream of a yellow beam. Zhao Weihong did not intend to delve into anything in the "dream". But one thing is certain, Zhao Weihong will never continue to operate a sewing machine in her life, let alone go out to work! It is impossible for me to work. I will never work in this life! But besides working. Zhao Weihong really doesn’t know what she can do! It's sad to say that before Zhao Weihong, there were no entertainment activities. Apart from eating and sleeping, she just works hard on the sewing machine. She has no time to rest at all! She has to work hard. After all, she is paid by piecework. If she works less, Zhao Weihong will feel like she is losing out. This led to Zhao Weihong's extreme lack of understanding of the rapid development of society and even the vast amount of information. The only thing that can be called "information gap" is buying a house early! So here comes the question? Where does the money come from?
Although the housing prices in Chang'an in 02 were not as exaggerated as in later generations, they had also risen to more than RMB per square meter, which ordinary government employees did not dare to even think about. Not to mention rural families like Zhao Weihong's. Zhao Weihong thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out how to save up enough for the down payment on a house before the housing prices skyrocketed in 08. Zhao Weihong directly rejected things related to the Internet, such as stock trading, futures, and virtual currencies. Not to mention now, even in the future, Zhao Weihong was confused when he heard these things, and felt that they were no different from telecommunications fraud. Betting on the World Cup? How can Zhao Weihong find the time to watch the game? Let alone lottery, who would remember the winning numbers? Thinking of this, Zhao Weihong wanted to slap herself! Why did you work so hard in your previous life! Not only have I not saved any money, I have also never seen the world. Now I am completely in the dark and don’t know what to do! "Wei Hong, it's time to eat!" As soon as she finished speaking, Li Ping brought out two dishes and a large bowl of steamed buns from the kitchen. A plate of steamed pork with rice flour and a plate of shredded potatoes. When eaten with steamed buns, it was delicious. But when Zhao Weihong saw the steamed pork with rice flour, she was very surprised. "Mom, what day is today?" "It's not a festival, why are you serving meat dishes?" "You kid, are you confused after sleeping?" Li Ping poked Zhao Weihong's forehead with her ginger-like fingers and scolded her. "When you went to deliver food to your second uncle this morning, didn't your second uncle ask you to bring back two pounds of pork for lunch?" "You forgot what happened this morning. Did you sleep too much?" Hearing this, Zhao Weihong was speechless for a moment, thinking that this was not something that could be done in just one morning! "Take your time to eat. Mom will go take food to your father and deliver your uncle's portion on the way." As she spoke, Li Ping took out four rusty and dented aluminum lunch boxes from the cupboard and began to fill them with vegetables and steamed buns. Watching her mother's busy movements, Zhao Weihong was a little dazed. After a while, she suddenly had an idea and spoke as if possessed by a ghost. "Mom, don't leave any vegetables at home, pack them all up." "I went to deliver food to my second uncle and ate directly at his place." Faced with Zhao Weihong's ordinary request, Li Ping seemed very hesitant. After a long while, Li Ping seemed to have made up her mind and spoke hesitantly. "It's good to go out for a walk." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Weihong swiftly took the lunch box from his hand, made a face, and then ran out happily.
"Mom, I'm going to chat with my second uncle and will be back later." "Know it!" I watched my son's figure walking away on the village road. Li Ping stood in front of the window, tears streaming down her face without her knowing. As soon as she went out, Zhao Weihong smelled a strange smell of earth mixed with livestock manure in the air. This is the unique taste of the countryside. It's not pungent, and it may even make you feel intoxicated once you get used to it. It was dinner time, and smoke was rising from the chimneys of the low and cramped earthen and brick houses, adding a touch of homely flavor to the ambience. As they walked on the road, Zhao Weihong finally understood why Li Ping seemed somewhat resistant to his request to go out. He was like a protected animal, with undisguised prying eyes and pointing fingers at him everywhere. Before today, Zhao Weihong might have felt that her "dignity" had been humiliated. But now Look anywhere! Point anywhere! If you have the guts, you can kill me! Free yourself from the nightmare that continues year after year. Zhao Weihong not only regained his 18-year-old body, but his mentality seemed to have returned to that of 18 years old as well. He felt extremely relaxed and full of the youthful vigor that only belongs to a teenager. "Second uncle!" "Wei Hong is here, come in quickly." Zhao Yuejin's home was a brick house, which was very rare at that time, but it was not very big. In Zhao Yuejin's own words, it's useless for him, a bachelor, to have such a big place! "Uncle, I'll eat at your place today and chat with you." "Okay! Second Uncle wants to talk to you too!" After putting the lunch box on the table, Zhao Weihong subconsciously wanted to help Zhao Yuejin get down from the kang, but Zhao Yuejin stopped her with his hand. "I will do it myself." The crutch poked the ground, making a "dong dong" sound. Zhao Yuejin walked to the chair with some difficulty and sat down, his empty trouser leg hanging limply from the chair. Please vote! Please read~Please collect~ (End of this chapter)