Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

Staying at home for one night, Ling Yue helped her mother put away all the quilts at home.

The dishes and chopsticks were all washed and neatly stacked in the cupboard, and the lawn chair where my father sat was covered with cloth...

Before leaving, Ling Yue solemnly put the key in the hands of her aunt and asked her to take care of it, then got on the tractor and went to the town.

Fearing that her father would be cold, she took a thick quilt and covered his lap, which was the only thing she carried at home.

When she arrived in the town, she got on the bus to the county without stopping.

Due to the delay of the train, it was already 23:11 in the evening of the 30rd of the twelfth lunar month when we arrived in Qingpu City.

Before the three of them left the station, Ling Yue saw Ling Qingfeng and Wang Zhaoyang waiting outside with a glance.

Seeing Ling Yue helping his father out of the station, Ling Qingfeng's eyes turned red, and his eyes involuntarily fell on his feet that were still unable to land.

He choked up and said, "Dad, you have suffered."

Father Ling twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Are you ashamed or not? You are such an adult, why are you still crying like a child?"

Wang Zhaoyang took the bag from Ling Yue and put it on the tricycle, and said, "Yes, Qingfeng, please help Dad get into the car. The weather forecast says there will be snow tonight, so we can't delay any longer."

"Mom, you get in the car too."

Since Ling's father was still a wounded person, it was late and the roads were slippery, so Wang Zhaoyang didn't dare to ride, but just pushed the tricycle towards home.

"Zhaoyang, I heard from Xiaoyue that Xiaohua has a girlfriend here, is it true?"

Wang Zhaoyang laughed heartily: "Mom, it's true. It's just that Xiaohua's partner went to Shenzhen City two days ago, and he doesn't know when he will be back."

"What's going on with the boy's family?"

"He is also a poor man. His parents and sister passed away for some reason, and now he is the only one in the family."

Mother Ling was very surprised: "What, he is the only one in this child's house?"

"Yes. I'm not very clear about the specific situation. When he comes back, you can ask him yourself."

Ling's mother sighed and said: "It's so pitiful. I was not as pitiful as he was at the beginning."

Ling Qingfeng knew that her mother was in love with the scene, and remembered her when she was a child.

She mentioned to them more than once that she lost her father when she was one year old, and her mother took her to remarry when she was three years old.

When he was 12 years old, because he wanted to earn more work points, his stepfather took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the mountain to blow up rocks, but for some reason, the fuse was caught, but he was hit in the chest by the blown rocks, and he hadn’t been sent home yet. Just died.

At that time, everyone was superstitious and always said that she was a broom star.

Ling Yue walked beside Wang Zhaoyang, turned her head and said to her, "Mom, those who celebrate Chinese New Year don't mention these things."

Immediately, he gave Ling Qingfeng a hard look, this kid, he doesn't know which pot he doesn't open and which pot he lifts, I really don't know what he thinks.

As soon as she arrived at the door of the house, Ling Xiaohua hurriedly opened the door when she heard the movement, jumped out from inside, and threw herself into Ling's mother's arms: "Mom, I miss me so much."

"Okay, okay," Ling Yue said helplessly, "Let's help Dad in quickly."

Only then did Ling Xiaohua bring the bag on the tricycle into the house, and said as she walked, "Dad, Mom, I don't know when you will come back, but I just want to eat hot pot. It's so lively."

Looking at the table full of vegetables and the steaming pot still bubbling in the pot, Mother Ling said unexpectedly, "How do you eat it? It's so fresh."

"Hot pot, my sister taught me how to make it." Ling Xiaohua took her hand and sat down in front of the stove, "Mom, sit down for a while, I'll pour you a cup of tea to warm up, you're about to freeze gone."

Everyone helped Ling's father to sit down on the straw chair. Ling Xiaohua came over with a kettle and poured them each a cup of hot tea. Come back, Dad is here just in time."

"That's right, I'll reward you with a chicken butt later."

Ling Xiaohua gave her a blank look: "I guess you will arrive today, and I specially asked my brother-in-law and brother to pick you up. I will clean up all these dishes by myself. You just don't appreciate it and laugh at me."

Mother Ling was used to frugality, and when she saw a chicken cooking in the pot, she couldn't help but frowned: "Xiao Hua, it's not easy for your sister to open this shop, you can just buy some meat, why do you still buy chicken? Does this chicken cost a lot of money?"

Ling Xiaohua laughed awkwardly: "Mom, don't worry about it, my sister is rich anyway."

"If you can't afford to eat and wear, you will be poor if you don't know how to calculate." Mother Ling's face darkened, and she turned on the preaching mode: "You are not too old, you will be 20 years old, why are you still so frizzy?"

Ling Yue just brought over the bowls and chopsticks, "Mom, it's just a chicken, we eat it every now and then. Xiaohua, remember to buy more food when you come back tomorrow, it's Xiaonian after all."

"Okay." Ling Xiaohua responded, "When the time comes, we will arrange for fish, meat, and chicken."

"By the way, buy two more pig's trotters and come back to stew."

Ling's mother opened her mouth, and Ling's father shook his head at her: "Okay, old woman, the children are older and have their own ideas. As long as the children are happy, let them do it."

After speaking, he looked around, "Xiaoyue, where's Tongtong?"

"Dad, Tongtong has already fallen asleep. She will wait for you until 10:30, and if she really can't hold on, I will let her go to rest."

A look of regret flashed across Ling's father's face, "Has she eaten yet?"

"Don't worry, your precious niece won't be hungry. I cooked a bowl of noodles for her, and she ate deliciously."

With Ling Xiaohua's words, Father Ling felt relieved.

"Dad, eat quickly, I've been hungry all day."

It's okay if I don't mention it, but when I mentioned that I was hungry all day, Ling's father laughed: "No, I'm really hungry."

"Xiaoyue, why don't you buy something to put in your bag?"

"I bought it, but my dad is reluctant. I can't persuade Tongtong to keep it for eating."

Mentioning this, Ling Yue is also very helpless.

In the canteen of the Fuqian County Railway Station, Ling Yue bought bread, cakes, fruits and other snacks, as well as their favorite "sprinkles" and "fried fruits".

But along the way, Ling's father and Ling's mother turned a blind eye to the bread, and kept eating the sprinkled seeds and fried fruits.

What kind of bread and cakes should be left for Tongtong to eat.

Ling Yue's persuasion was useless.

Not only did they not eat, but Ling Yue couldn't even eat one if he wanted to.

On the train, they ate half full of sprinkles and fried fruits with hot water.

At noon, Ling Yue wanted to buy them a boxed lunch, but they thought it was a waste of money, so they dragged Ling Yue to refuse to buy it.

Ling Yue couldn't take it anymore. Seeing the dining car passing by, she pretended to get up to go to the bathroom, and bought three lunch boxes.

For this reason, Ling's mother scolded her with a straight face.

"Okay, eat quickly, you have to go to the store over there after eating."

Mother Ling looked at her in surprise: "Xiaoyue, what do you mean by that? How many stores have you opened?"

"Three." Ling Qingfeng said with a smile: "Mom, otherwise, what do you think that a shop as big as my sister would call us over, of course it's because she has so many shops."