Chapter 374: The feeling of being sent is coming

Author: Child Practice

Chapter 374: The feeling of being sent is coming

"The fourth brother is in the city and hasn't come back for several years. I don't know how to come back to see us." Grandpa always said one word when talking about his fourth aunt.

Among so many children, my grandfather dislikes the fourth aunt the most.

It seems to be so.

We have to arrange it in order. According to grandma, it must be our father, third aunt, fourth aunt, and finally the eldest aunt and the boss.

Because my aunt was too enthusiastic, many things were not clear.

The boss was rebellious before and even beat his grandfather.

When grandma told us, we were shocked. How dare the boss beat grandpa? After all, I was beaten less when I was a child.

In my grandfather's mind, this order is not easy to arrange. He looks like a boyish grandfather, who takes good care of his third aunt, and is kind to his father but doesn't even want to borrow money. Maybe he is afraid that other brothers and sisters will be unhappy.

He thought about uniting them and said he would not favor anyone, but he was partial in his heart. He obviously did not say anything, which would make his brothers and sisters suspicious and dissatisfied.

But now, the time has not yet arrived.

I suddenly wanted to know more about them.

"My fourth aunt gave birth to a son, daughter?" I still can't remember it.

Grandpa said: "Daughter, when their daughter was a child, my grandmother and I went to see her. Like her mother, she is black and thin, and I don't know how to supplement the child with more nutrition. Your grandmother has stayed to take care of her for a while.

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Grandpa understands the truth.

But in his eyes, supplementing nutrition means eating more eggs.

"I even talk about her if I eat more eggs." Grandpa remembered the time when my fourth aunt brought the child. "That was the time when your grandma cooked a few dishes, as well as stewed eggs with sautées and sauce."

We don’t like simmered eggs, and they feel so terrible.

Grandma has cholecystitis and cannot eat eggs. It can be eaten with eggs and is nutritious. However, grandma doesn’t like it, so she simply stops touching eggs.

Every time when simmering eggs with trotter sauce, my grandfather owns ten eggs and eats them for several days in a row. No matter how delicious they are, they will be bored. Besides, my grandfather loves face and is reluctant to throw them away. He still needs to be unable to eat them.

I advised my grandma not to throw it away, he wanted to eat it. We know that this kind of thing is not one or two times. We will share some of it every time, and eat one meaning.

Grandma hates dogs at home, but when she comes to send them, she will secretly feed eggs to them. After being discovered by grandpa, grandpa still couldn't bear it because she liked dogs, so she saw grandma hurt this way.

The dog couldn't say anything, so he could only keep touching the dog's head and sigh: "You are so lucky."

At that time, I would never have thought that their fates were more miserable than the other.

I came from all the way through dozens of miles. It was rare for my grandfather to see someone who liked to eat sauce and stewed eggs so much. My fourth aunt's daughter liked it, and he couldn't be happy.

But the fourth aunt didn't let her daughter eat the second one, and reminded her: "I forgot what the doctor told you? Your blood pressure is a little high, so you can't eat too many eggs."

Grandma hurriedly said, "Hypertension, I know. The doctor also said that I have a little high blood pressure and can't eat egg yolks. If the child wants to eat eggs, let her eat them. Just eat eggs. It will grow your body and be nutritious."

The fourth aunt and daughter picked out the egg yolks, and grandma picked them up for her to eat.

The fourth aunt still scolded and said, "Look at how fat you are, and you still eat so much? I said you are thinking about your health. What should I do if you can't get married in the future?"

We asked my grandfather: "How fat is the fourth aunt's daughter?"

Grandpa couldn't explain clearly: "It's more important than you. His face is bulging, and he looks lucky. He should have been in elementary school when he came. I don't remember what grade I was in. I'm not fat either. I'm not as good-looking as you.

nice."

We were complacent when we heard this.

Even grandpa praised us like this.

"Your dad has given birth to a good birth." Grandpa said again, "Your mom is also good-looking."

That's right.

The photos of my parents when they were young, and that looks really made me a celebrity.

By the way, did the fourth aunt lend money to my father? If I borrow it, how much did I borrow? My fourth aunt’s husband and grandparents have never mentioned it. Maybe she is just an ordinary person.

When you pay back the money, you will know everything.

We didn't ask grandpa, so as not to say a lot of words like brothers and sisters who want to be harmonious and help each other. It's right but it's still annoying.

Everyone is ordinary, so they can support each other, but if one lives a very good life, unless the person has always lived alone, he cares about his brothers and sisters. He will not forget the warmth between brothers and sisters, and he can help.

If you help me, brothers and sisters try not to get along with each other, and they can get along well with each other.

Otherwise, it would be a good idea to have a quarrel sooner or later, and it would be good if you don’t interact with each other until you die. With a husband and children, you will definitely put your own family first.

I was scared when I thought that one day the person who is most important in my sister's heart would become someone else.

By then, my sister will get married. In her twenties, will my family affection with me for more than 20 years be as good as her love for others for several years?

Sure.

Our 20-year-old affection almost stopped when she got married, and even slowly consumed, and their love will turn into kinship and continue, from a few years to more than ten years, and then to twenty years

,Thirty years, fifty years, and the relationship with children, how can it be that I have with me for more than twenty years?

I've figured it out long ago.

But I still don't want to accept this result.

I have someone I like in my heart, but for me, the most important person is always my sister, and I can only be my sister.

But my sister doesn't think so.

I know her temperament.

She already disliked me a little. Maybe since junior high school, her grades have always been a few points higher than me. I really haven't surpassed her once, in terms of total score.

In the second monthly exam, I regressed and reached about 200, but she was still stable at 100, neither good nor bad.

Compare the scores.

After all, I lost in English. Chemistry is just as bad, but I am even worse. Physics, ideology, morality, and Chinese are all the same. I even have one or two points higher than her, and I can also get more than three or four points in mathematics. I only count

I am better than her in liberal arts, but I still can't help but be scolded.

"Why aren't you the same as your sister?" Dad's words are always so incredible.

Of course I won't be like my sister.

"She is one hundred, you are two hundred. You are at the bottom of your class. Think about it, when you were in elementary school, you were better than your sister every time, and you also received the three good students' certificates." He looked at me and hoped that I

Be able to recognize your mistakes and make bold ambitions like you did in elementary school.

But I looked at him and wanted to say nothing.

My sister won’t interrupt and say anything, so as not to be scolded by my father. Nothing is going to be regressive if she doesn’t make progress. Why can’t she say that she doesn’t make progress? She’s going to work hard.

Anyway, he doesn't understand at all.

What is the ranking? As long as I want, it can be worse.

I am becoming more and more rebellious when I am disobeying discipline, and I refute many things in my heart.

"Your father is the closest to us. If I could ride a bicycle, I would go to your father's store to help every day as before." Grandpa was naive. Isn't it possible to make more money in the store just by helping one more person?

It depends on whether there are many customers.

Go every day, there is no need to.

With grandpa here, how could my father sneak out to play? The people who come to carve seals are all regular customers. Dad is not here, so we don’t need to remind us or help me find them. Everyone knows that they call my father and ask him to come back and do business quickly, waiting for an urgent need.

My dad was not anxious at all. He would have come back before, but he didn't even bother to buy cigarettes. Now he is just an old fried dough stick. He knew that the person who came was an acquaintance, so he took off the cigarette while walking and handed one to the customer. He smiled and smiled.

Explained: "I happened to buy a cigarette, I'll get one."

It was all because that happened.

We just carve some seals and do some small business, but we also know about paying taxes.

Invoices are tax-paying, so we usually only issue receipts. My father told us that he was not here, so don’t issue the invoice casually.

Of course we know that after urban construction is to be started, taxation will be more strictly managed.

Small shops like ours have no account books, but according to the minimum tax payment amount, our shops will always have good business in a few months and meet the tax payment standards.

Someone came and urged my dad to pay taxes.

Dad is worried.

Later, he was taken to the detention center for two days and said that my father said it was illegal to engrave the official seal privately. He was fined and released it after the instructions.

I also gave us two yellow notebooks.

He said that he would leave a seal on it in the future to facilitate their calculations and statistics. He also gave this invoice book, saying that he would actively provide the invoice to customers, and that he would buy it again after the invoice book was gone. My father responded one by one.

It was still rare to issue invoices afterwards. The invoice book was not cheap. I bought a piece of one or two books and offered the invoices on my own initiative. The customer also threw them away when he took them.

However, since the management was strict, my dad would still issue a few large invoices every month. Later, he learned how to do it. If someone in charge came, he would say that the business was in a downturn, and the invoices were all issued at a price of 100 cents.
To be continued...