The doors at home were all locked from the inside and could not be opened from the outside. Zhao Peng imitated the way he did when he was a teenager, banging on the door and calling for his mother.

"It's Pengwa! Why did you come back? Just wait a moment and I'll open the door for you."

The street lights in the yard were turned on, illuminating the courtyard brightly. Then the kitchen door was opened, and mother's footsteps slowly walked towards the door.

Zhao Peng's heart rose to his throat.

In his previous life, he had been away from home since graduating from college. Because it was difficult for chemical companies to stop production, even when the company stopped for overhaul, the leaders always refused to let him leave for various reasons, and he never returned home a few times.

Although he no longer worked in the chemical company, he did not dare to go home because he did not have a serious job. In the end, he even did not dare to answer his mother's phone calls because he was tired of her caring about his marriage.

When a person is down, sometimes it is difficult to accept the concern of his relatives, which is another kind of torture.

Then I encountered the epidemic, was quarantined everywhere, and hadn't been home for several years. A few days ago, I saw in the video that my mother had white hair, furrows on her face, and her skin was loose and hanging down.

She is sixty years old, about the same age as those aunts in the square downstairs, but she can still sing and dance, but her mother has difficulty walking.

The door suddenly opened.

Bright light shot out from the yard and shone on Zhao Peng.

With the light behind her back, her mother helped Zhao Peng lift up the threshold, "It must be a heavy study task, you come back so late."

Zhao Peng looked at his mother's figure longingly and did not move for a long time.

Mother held up her body and wanted to help Zhao Peng push the bicycle. Zhao Peng hurriedly refused and pushed the bicycle to the north under the carport.

His mother was waiting for him at the door of the kitchen. After watching him park the car, he asked: "Why are you so depressed? Tell mom which classmate in school bullied you again? Did someone spit on your book again, or did someone put your

The steamed buns were spoiled again?"

"No, none."

Zhao Peng was pulled back into his memories again.

Because his family was poor, he was always bullied at school. His classmates thought his clothes were too old and said he was dirty, so they would secretly spit on his books or in his desk pocket.

The school didn't let out at noon, and other students used money or food stamps to eat in the cafeteria. He could only bring two steamed buns.

But because of the lack of food at home, my mother would grind the wheat until the end every time, and the bran would enter the dough, causing the ground dough to be very dark, and the steamed buns to be very dark.

Once, a classmate noticed that his steamed buns were very dark, so they snatched them away and kicked them on the ground. He was blocked by other students and could only watch as the steamed buns were kicked around like balls at the back of the classroom.

In that barbaric era, bullying not only did not decrease, but grew like weeds in spring. Not everyone can be simple and innocent when they are young, and devils have no age limit.

His later personality was introverted, which was closely related to his life in his youth.

Zhao Peng took a deep breath, rubbed and patted his face to relax the muscles in his face. When he raised his head again, there was a smile on his face.

Oh shit!

God turns out to be really fair. Seeing how useless I was in my previous life, I felt wronged and wanted to compensate me for the rest of my life.

In this case, if he doesn't fight for a good future, how can he be worthy of this opportunity of rebirth?

Whether it is a family feud or a school hatred, the soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth.

"Mom, please come in quickly. You can't blow air on your wound for a long time. If it gets infected, my dad will beat me again."

Her mother, Zhang Yali, wondered why Zhao Peng suddenly changed the title from mom to mom. Was she that old? But when she saw that Zhao Peng was smiling, she stopped thinking about it.

The kitchen of Zhao Peng's house is more than just a kitchen, it is a comprehensive house integrating food and accommodation.

On the left is the kitchen and the pot table, and on the right is a fire pit. The heat from the fire on the pot table will be discharged from the chimney through the fire pit, so the fire pit will also be heated when cooking. And with the kitchen fire, the whole house will always be warm, eliminating the need to set up a fire pit.

The work of the stove.

Zhao Peng asked his mother to sit back on the kang, washed his hands, and prepared to help his mother roll out noodles to eat. A child from a poor family would become a master early, and he could roll out noodles and steam steamed buns at the age of seven or eight, and he also did the farm work at home with great success.

However, after all, he had not rolled the dough for many years, so he could not knead the dough into a ball. Add more water to the dough, and add more water to the dough. The result was either too much water or too much dough, and he ended up with half a basin of sticky dough.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward, and he looked at the dough in his hand and fell into deep thought.

In the past, when I was writing novels, I deliberately ignored the possibility of being discovered by my family, but the fact is, how can you hide the past in front of your loved ones, unless you do nothing.

"Why, I don't know how to knead dough anymore!" Mother joked with a smile, "Forget it. You put me down and knead it. Mom's health is almost better, and she's not good at cooking."

Zhao Peng wanted to refuse, but after looking at the noodles in the basin, he wisely gave them to his mother.

He didn't know how to knead dough, so he was not idle either. He helped his mother pick some spring onions and scooped out a spoonful of salty leeks from the jar.

There is not much vegetables at home at this time. The weather in the northwest is getting warmer late, and some fields have not been completely thawed, so there are no vegetables to eat. There are vegetables for sale in the town, but Zhao Peng's family never buys them. They have no money to buy them.

Green onions are only planted in spring. They grow quickly and can be eaten after a snowfall. Salted leeks were pickled by my mother last winter and were not eaten all winter long. They are just ready to eat. They can be used directly to make porridge or stir-fried.

It is used to make sour soup noodles. My mother makes sour soup noodles that are thin and long. Zhao Peng can eat several large bowls at a time.

After helping his mother prepare the dishes, he sat in front of the pot to light the fire.

There was no charcoal in the house, so corncobs were burned. After being left there for a whole winter, there was not much fire left, and it was very unbearable. Zhao Peng turned on the bellows and looked at his mother's figure in the mist. He took the time to look at the shabby furnishings at home.

, and slowly my mood became calmer and calmer.

This is my home when I was sixteen!

His mother was still so young, and although life was difficult, his parents had tried their best to keep the three siblings alive and let them study. Why hadn't he figured out these things before?

"Bang bang bang!"

Someone knocked on the door, it must be that my father is back.

Zhao Peng hurriedly ran out the door, took three steps at a time and then two steps at a time to reach the door, and quickly opened the door bolt.

Father Zhao Zhengzheng stood at the door carrying a shovel.

My father was wearing a gray tunic suit, trousers of the same color, and a peaked cap on his head. There were thin layers of cement on his face. It looked like he had been washed, but not clean.

My father was 43 years old at this time. He got married late, so in this era he was considered a late adopter of having children.

"Dad!" Zhao Peng shouted and took the shovel.

"It takes a long time to open the door. Why are you dying in the house?" My father said angrily. He didn't care about the bicycle outside the door. He threw the shovel to Zhao Peng and went straight into the kitchen.

Zhao Peng secretly laughed. His father's temper when he was young was really bad and hard. He put the shovel next to the door and pushed the bicycle to the carport. As soon as he arrived at the carport, his father came out again and said impatiently: "Iron

I just threw it away, why didn't you put it in front of my grave?!"

Zhao Peng: "..."

Quickly put the shovel into the farm tool room to the south.

After the three Zhao Peng siblings grew up, their father's temper has improved a lot, especially after retirement. He has no burden and has completely turned into a kind little old man. He does not admit that he had a hot temper when he was young and thinks that his children and his wife have been wronged.

He, Zhao Peng really wanted to record his current appearance and let him take a look at it later.

Returning to the kitchen again, my mother had already put the noodles on the kang.

Qingcheng is short of water, and the crops are mainly wheat, buckwheat and corn, as well as millet and millet. Therefore, pasta is basically the main meal. People eat two meals a day, one from 9 to 10 in the morning, mainly steamed buns, and one from 4 to 5 p.m.

Order some noodles.

When eating, steamed buns or noodles with chili, salt, and vinegar are put on a plate and served to the dining table. Zhao Peng's family is poor and does not have a special dining table, so his parents eat on the kang, but Zhao Peng's three siblings never put it on the plate.

Just lie down on the eucalyptus board and eat.

The same is true today.

His parents were eating on the Kang, and Zhao Peng was still sitting pitifully on a small stool on the eucalyptus board, eating noodles. The noodles were really delicious, and the vinegar here was particularly fragrant. When he grew up, Zhao Peng couldn't make sour soup noodles.

This taste.

"Old man, are you tired today?" My mother asked my father. My mother was a little afraid of my father when she was young. Although my father never made a move, he yelled at my mother many times.

Especially when the children are disobedient and the father tries to educate them with sticks and the mother tries to dissuade them, the father will yell at the mother: "It's all your fault for spoiling these bastards like this. You want to chase me to death."

Chasing death is my father's mantra and dialect, which also means killing.

My mother always said cautiously: "You have to reason with them. If you beat him to death, what effect will it have? You still have to go to jail. It is intentional injury. Do you know that?"

"Even if I'm in jail, it's better than seeing these bastards. Just take me away and lock me up for the rest of my life."

The mother had no choice but to laugh and say, "That won't work. I can't raise them by myself. I'm obviously married to a man, so why do I have to be a widow?"

Parents never quarrel because of things other than their children, and there is only one word for all the reasons why children quarrel.

poverty!!!

Poor and humble couples suffer from everything. Many conflicts, pains, and helplessness in this world are all caused by poverty.

The father listened to his mother's words, his face was dark and he did not answer. Instead, he said to Zhao Peng: "Peng'er, don't apply for high school. Apply for a technical secondary school, and you will get a distribution. I don't have money for you to study in high school."

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Chapter completed!