Chapter 1178
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of course, Yang Zimei does not know how to peel sweet potatoes, nor is he afraid of scalding.
But she still handed the sweet potato to her aunt.
The aunt peeled off the skin and handed it back to Yang Zimei, "eat while it's hot!"
"Thank you, aunt."
Yang Zimei was holding the hot sweet potato, and his heart was warm. He bowed his head and took a bite.
Although sweet potato carries her bitter memory, it can't stop the delicious of roasted sweet potato.
It's really delicious!
"Is it delicious?"
The aunt looked at her eagerly and asked.
"It's delicious."
Yang Zimei took another bite.
"Good to eat, ha ha, my daughter also likes to eat baked sweet potato, she is about the same age as you."
My aunt started chatting with me.
"Is it? Where is your daughter now? "
Yang Zimei also talked with her.
"She is in the village, to help her father do farm work, I can only come out to bake sweet potatoes to sell, earn some money for her to read. However, she graduated from junior high school this year, and did well in the high school entrance examination. She was admitted to No.1 Middle School of a city, and she could live in city a at the beginning of school."
When the aunt talked about her daughter, her face was full of maternal brilliance and joy.
Did not see this brilliance, Yang Zimei unconsciously moved.
In this world, there are a lot of ordinary parents who can't give their children luxuries. However, they love their children with the same heart and are willing to work for their children.
As long as their children are well, they will feel happy no matter how hard they work.
So is the aunt.
He left his hometown and went out early and returned late every day to avoid urban management. He sold roasted sweet potatoes in street stalls to earn a little money for his children to read, eat and drink. As long as the child has a little achievement, he feels that all his hard work is worth it.
"That's good."
Yang Zimei responded, "if you can be admitted to No.1 middle school, your daughter must be very good and filial."
"Yes, my girl's filial piety is well-known in the whole village. She's good at reading and diligent. It's going to hurt my heart." And
the smile on the aunt's face was even stronger, which could not be concealed.
"Wow, auntie, you have a good daughter, but you are really lucky. When she finishes high school and university and finds a good job, you will have a better life."
Yang Zimei exclaimed.
It's a pity that when we went to junior high school, we were afraid that our two younger brothers could not afford to go to high school. Unfortunately, when we were a junior high school student, we would not be able to afford to be a junior high school student. She was so sensible and clever that she told me yesterday that she didn't want to go to high school and wanted to work in Shenzhen with the villagers. I know, that's not what she really thinks. She just doesn't want me to be too hard and hard. Such a sensible child, even if I sell blood, I will provide her with books, so that she will not be uneducated. In the future, like me, I will have to sell sweet potatoes on the street
Listen to aunt's words, Yang Zimei is also sad.
In the mind of some people who have not experienced poverty, they will think that poverty is nothing. As long as they are diligent, they will gradually get better.
However, many people are born with the feeling that his ability can not develop well.
For example, in her last life, she also wanted to work hard to live. However, life did not open the door to her. She had no education background or knowledge. She even had no way to wear a good dress to see a job.
Because she could only wear shabby clothes, she was discriminated against everywhere she went, and no one was willing to hire her.
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of course, Yang Zimei does not know how to peel sweet potatoes, nor is he afraid of scalding.
But she still handed the sweet potato to her aunt.
The aunt peeled off the skin and handed it back to Yang Zimei, "eat while it's hot!"
"Thank you, aunt."
Yang Zimei was holding the hot sweet potato, and his heart was warm. He bowed his head and took a bite.
Although sweet potato carries her bitter memory, it can't stop the delicious of roasted sweet potato.
It's really delicious!
"Is it delicious?"
The aunt looked at her eagerly and asked.
"It's delicious."
Yang Zimei took another bite.
"Good to eat, ha ha, my daughter also likes to eat baked sweet potato, she is about the same age as you."
My aunt started chatting with me.
"Is it? Where is your daughter now? "
Yang Zimei also talked with her.
"She is in the village, to help her father do farm work, I can only come out to bake sweet potatoes to sell, earn some money for her to read. However, she graduated from junior high school this year, and did well in the high school entrance examination. She was admitted to No.1 Middle School of a city, and she could live in city a at the beginning of school."
When the aunt talked about her daughter, her face was full of maternal brilliance and joy.
Did not see this brilliance, Yang Zimei unconsciously moved.
In this world, there are a lot of ordinary parents who can't give their children luxuries. However, they love their children with the same heart and are willing to work for their children.
As long as their children are well, they will feel happy no matter how hard they work.
So is the aunt.
He left his hometown and went out early and returned late every day to avoid urban management. He sold roasted sweet potatoes in street stalls to earn a little money for his children to read, eat and drink. As long as the child has a little achievement, he feels that all his hard work is worth it.
"That's good."
Yang Zimei responded, "if you can be admitted to No.1 middle school, your daughter must be very good and filial."
"Yes, my girl's filial piety is well-known in the whole village. She's good at reading and diligent. It's going to hurt my heart." And
the smile on the aunt's face was even stronger, which could not be concealed.
"Wow, auntie, you have a good daughter, but you are really lucky. When she finishes high school and university and finds a good job, you will have a better life."
Yang Zimei exclaimed.
It's a pity that when we went to junior high school, we were afraid that our two younger brothers could not afford to go to high school. Unfortunately, when we were a junior high school student, we would not be able to afford to be a junior high school student. She was so sensible and clever that she told me yesterday that she didn't want to go to high school and wanted to work in Shenzhen with the villagers. I know, that's not what she really thinks. She just doesn't want me to be too hard and hard. Such a sensible child, even if I sell blood, I will provide her with books, so that she will not be uneducated. In the future, like me, I will have to sell sweet potatoes on the street
Listen to aunt's words, Yang Zimei is also sad.
In the mind of some people who have not experienced poverty, they will think that poverty is nothing. As long as they are diligent, they will gradually get better.
However, many people are born with the feeling that his ability can not develop well.
For example, in her last life, she also wanted to work hard to live. However, life did not open the door to her. She had no education background or knowledge. She even had no way to wear a good dress to see a job.
Because she could only wear shabby clothes, she was discriminated against everywhere she went, and no one was willing to hire her.
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