Chapter 69 The days of playing with Laifa

Author: Chi Zi Lian

Chapter 69 The days of playing with Laifa

Back in the store, my father saw me eating two loaves of bread. Knowing that the money I gave him was not enough to buy four sausage loaves, he said to me with a straight face: "Are you hungry if you buy two loaves of bread? If you want to eat, just eat the one with sausage."

You can ask me for money even if you eat two, remember?"

I nodded: "Yeah."

They won't give it to me even if I ask for it. The school charges random fees, ranging from a few yuan to dozens of yuan. Every time I ask them for it, they always ask, "What are you paying for? Why do you have to pay again?"

I would lose my temper and say whether I knew or not: "The teacher asked us to hand it in. If you don't give it to me, I won't hand it in. Let the teacher call you."

Only then did they agree to take the money: "Ask clearly what the donation is for. Don't donate like the previous donation. Your teacher said it during the class meeting. There are many people who donate one dollar."

snort.

Why should I compare this with those people? Not all people donate 100 yuan, so I can't compare with her.

Compared with students from average family backgrounds, they all have pocket money. If they don’t have pocket money, they at least have New Year’s money.

I ate two hollow loaves and felt depressed when I thought about the few dollars spent on the pig can at home.

Summer vacation has just begun, and I can’t go anywhere without money.

It’s really a once-in-a-lifetime day to eat fried food, popsicles, and bread today.

If I had to spend money on it myself, I would definitely be reluctant to do so.

For pocket money, I thought about how to ask them for it, or even write a note and leave it on the table, hoping that they would leave the money the next day after seeing it, either 5 yuan or 10 yuan a month.

But every time during the Chinese New Year, as parents, we don’t give new year’s money to bless us, so what else can we expect?

They might take the paper I wrote and ask me: "Mom and Dad are working so hard to make money, why do you still do this kind of thing?"

Too lazy to fight for it.

"Old Wen, can you finish eating like this?" My sister finished eating. She ate half of the sausage sandwiched in the bread with the bread, and left the other half to eat slowly at the end.

I replied: "Of course I can finish it."

The bread is piping hot and the middle part is especially delicious with the salad dressing.

My sister is still staring.

Okay, I see what she means.

"If you want to eat it, break off the other one." I gave my sister the bread I had put aside.

My sister reached out unceremoniously, broke off a little bit, dipped it into the salad dressing in the middle, stuffed it into her mouth and said, "It's delicious."

The last half of the sausage was wrapped in a bag, white and opaque. She bit it all in one bite, and then asked me: "Old Wen, do you want it?"

I shook my head: "No."

My sister bit off the sausages and took the empty bag to throw away. Then she stood up and asked me again: "You really don't want it?"

I shook my head again.

She smiled and squeezed the bag from bottom to top, holding the bag still until the sausage was about to pop out.

"The last little bite is left, squeeze it out and drop it for you to eat." My sister forced it on me.

I just had to eat it.

Normally, I don't care about saliva. If she wants to monopolize it and deliberately vomits twice, even if she doesn't spit in the saliva, I still don't want to grab it.

Now, she is sensible.

She also knows how to please me as my sister.

After all, the last bite is something you can’t bear to eat and save for the last good thing.

Third aunt often does business outside and owns a pawn shop. During the Chinese New Year, my grandparents would bring us vermicelli to cook in a claypot. We had to cook the uncooked vermicelli ourselves.

The rice cakes there are the most delicious.

Served with delicious soup, it is soft and glutinous. There is no such rice cake in town.

You can eat it again during the Chinese New Year this year.

However, the New Year's money can be given to us at any time. Others will not give it to us if we are over 18 years old.

Grandparents have promised us a long time ago that they will continue to give us until we go to college. When we finish college, we will find a job, get married, and have children, we will give more.

It's still early.

My sister and I didn’t have much impression after hearing this.

Except this sentence.

"When wen Wenyin turns sixteen, Dad will give each of you 600. There will be drinks for 16-year-olds here. After you turn 16, you are an adult. You shouldn't give any more new year's money."

, but your mother-in-law loves you, so if she gives it to you, I can’t give it to you. If you want to give it to me, I have to give it to you together.” Grandpa’s words are still fresh in my memory.

600, a huge amount of money.

I hope to grow up soon and be able to squander that money.

Not buying anything, just thinking about it makes people happy.

Grandpa is quite good, except for being a bit verbose and stingy.

After eating the bread.

My sister and I were still embarrassed in my father's store. Even though my father had finished his work and freed up his computer for us to play for a while before dinner, we still chose to escape to grandma's house.

Lai Fa has returned home.

Grandpa stood at the door. When he saw us, he began to praise us solemnly: "You are back too. Let me tell you, Laifa ran back by himself today. You are really good."

Laifa was spinning around at our feet.

This is its way of expressing happiness.

The tail keeps wagging.

"How can a dog be so smart?" Grandpa said to himself. He squatted down and smoothed the hair on his body with the back of his hand. When grandma was not around, he explained, "You ladies think it's dirty when I scratch the dog's hair with my hands.

How come it’s dirty? It’s all washed, right?”

Lai Fa was panting, sticking out his tongue, and looking at us with his big watery eyes.

Grandpa lifted its foot and looked at it, then put it down and said: "These feet will definitely get dirty when they step on the ground. You don't know how to wear shoes like other people. Come on, you are smart. It's just that your legs are too short.

How can you scare others by starting a fight?"

Then you can only watch the show.

Generally speaking, if two dogs keep barking at each other, it is considered a quarrel but not a fight.

If you really want to fight, you won't talk nonsense and just do it.

Of course, dogs can also rely on human influence.

The more people there are, the more powerful it is.

A dog that can truly guard a home is one that will rush out at all costs when danger strikes.

For example, a big wolfdog.

That's what happens in grades 1-3.

At night, the door is kept open before going to bed.

If you have a dog at home, you don’t have to worry about outsiders breaking in without permission. But there is a dog passing by in front of the door. It is a dog that is bigger than a big wolfdog. It is considered a large dog. Someone is leading it from the rice factory to the bridge.

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Xiaobai stayed at the door in a daze.

Someone else's dog suddenly barked at Xiaobai. Xiaobai took a step forward without making a sound. He never liked making noises and was a quiet, handsome man.

But someone else's dog was holding on to the rope tightly by its owner, and it still wanted to run this way.

That one, like Xiaobai, is a male dog.

And their grudge is probably related to the little bitch.

Xiaobai's melancholy eyes may also be because he is a local dog. If you pass by the door of a variety of expensive dogs, if you come up to sniff them, you will be disliked by others, and your grandma will chase them away.

What about Xiaobai being with other native dogs?

Nope either.

Those are stray local dogs. Grandma said that if Xiaobai gets them pregnant, then the place will be full of stray puppies.

A perfect match, that's right.

I don’t know what Xiaobai was thinking, but he was still very calm in the face of such a big dog. When he saw us coming out, he barked at other people’s dogs twice to declare his sovereignty.

This happened to anger the dog even more.
To be continued...