human suffering

Chapter 22 The Poor Old Root

For one person, six cakes, and two chicken legs, Cai Gen ate it up in 2 minutes, cleaning the battlefield without leaving any traces.

After a while, my wife will come and take me to see the master. If I find that I have misremembered the day today, it is time to talk about it again. The endless talk gives Cai Gen a headache. , and then the wife will use two words to describe Cai Gen every time, poor.

What is the realm of poverty?

Being rich is a kind of excessive behavior that relies on huge wealth and has strong self-confidence.

The poor are horizontal, there is really no support, only the horizontal is left.

At this time, it is a kind of attitude, a kind of struggle, a kind of not admit defeat, and a kind of spirit of not being defeated.

There are a lot of poor people, and a lot of poor people, but there are not many poor people in today's world.

Recall that in the long history, overthrowing a dynasty, carrying out a revolution, and resisting a kind of oppression were all dominated by a group of poor people.

They have nothing but the belief in their hearts. They are stubborn. In the face of all powerful enemies, they have the courage to fight, because there is nothing to lose.

I remember drinking with a classmate. The classmate was the dean of the middle school. After drinking, he expressed his emotions. The middle school students today are not as bloody as we used to be.

Cai Gen also asked, why?Why change so much?

I remember when I was a child, when I was in junior high school, that was the battlefield. Whatever you looked at, there were countless wars ignited.

A friend analyzed to Cai Gen that everyone was poor in the past, and the cost of fighting was very low, so if you fought, you would fight, and no one could corrupt anyone.

The gap between rich and poor is now wide.

The poor dare not fight the rich, because fighting is fighting for money.

The rich are also reluctant to hit the poor, because it not only hurts energy, but also hurts money.

This idea is instilled in the hearts of children by parents.

Poor families will educate their children, don't make trouble, our family can't afford to pay.

Rich people will educate their children, don't care about those poor people, they all want to blackmail you money, don't give opportunities.

Therefore, every time when his wife described Cai Gen as poor, Cai Gen did not feel ashamed, but felt relieved. At least he still had the backbone of some poor people.

After eating very full, the blood began to rush to the stomach at an accelerated rate. Cai Gen was sleepy and fell asleep while lying on the dining table.

I didn't dream this time, I slept so deeply that I didn't hear the bell when my wife opened the door.

"Lao Gen, what time is it and you're still asleep, didn't you agree to see the master in the morning?"

His wife's voice woke Cai Gen, opened his eyes, facing the dazzling sunlight, quickly closed his eyes again, after a little delay for two seconds, wiped his saliva with his hand, got up and sat up straight, maybe he just woke up, too. With force, the scalded blister on the back of his hand was scratched, and the severe pain made Cai Gen feel refreshed.

I watched my wife come by myself, and I patrolled the store, looking at the computer for a while, and the money box for a while.

Staring at the one hundred yuan red ticket in the money box, he took it out, shook it at Cai Gen, and said in a teasing tone,

"Boss Cai, business was good yesterday, and I saw the red ticket."

Cai Gen automatically chose to ignore his wife's sarcastic tone, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said a little irritably,

"What's good? It's just one job, or someone gave me a tip of 13 yuan. It's not important. Come on, I'll tell you. Our store was very lively last night."

My wife's curiosity immediately came up, but it was not for the liveliness of the store, but for a tip of 13 yuan. She came over and sat opposite Cai Gen and asked gossip.

"Can you still receive a tip for delivery? Did you transfer it?"

When Cai Gen heard this, this idea was wrong, so he chose to ignore it, took a puff of cigarette, and then hanged Xiao Xiao in the car last night, returned to the store, stabbed himself, and then thanked the underworld with the child. Come to kill yourself, and finally the primitive man Nunu came out and made a final decision.

After speaking in one breath, Cai Gen was a little excited or a little scared. He took a puff of cigarette and stared at his wife, hoping that the other party would give him a scientific explanation, or unscientific but reasonable.

The wife was silent, without interrupting, until Cai Gen finished speaking, then she said with an angry face,

"Lao Gen, is that female spirit really in good shape?"

No, the description was too detailed just now, as if to say, this mouth, I really owe it, you can say that the female ghost is scary, why do you want to mention people's bodies?Cai Gen really wanted to slap himself in the mouth, I really owe it.

However, this should not be the point, the point is not here, grievance, anger, fear, worry, complex emotions poured into Cai Gen's heart, and began to be impoverished again.

"Look at Mao's figure, forget it, let's not talk about it, do what you should do, I'm sleepy and sleep."

After speaking, he lay down on the table again, trying to sleep.

"Get up quickly, don't pretend to be dead, I have an appointment with the master, ten o'clock, it's 09:30 now."

Cai Gen lay on the table, did not move, and said in a muffled voice,

"If you don't go, what will happen to love, you are not afraid of living, but you are afraid of death?"

"If you don't pull it down, whoever is afraid will know."

After speaking, the wife seemed to be walking towards the door, the glass door was opened, there was a crisp bell, and then there was the sound of the door closing.

Is this really gone?Cai Gen hurriedly raised his head, yes, he was afraid, he knew very well, he wanted to pretend, but he still failed.

He quickly raised his head and wanted to call his wife, but saw his wife standing at the door and didn't go out at all, watching Cai Gen's treacherous smile.

"Hurry up and put on your clothes and lock the door. I finally made an appointment."

Cai Gen lost his temper, got up and put on his coat, took the phone key, and the money under the pillow, and went out with his wife.

The wife was driving, Cai Gen was in the co-pilot, the car didn't dare to joke under his wife, and it started smoothly.

I opened the car window, lit a cigarette, and enjoyed the warm winter sun outside. As if I suddenly thought of something, I looked back at the back seat. It was empty, very good.

Cai Gen's abnormal behavior caught his wife's attention, and he also looked to the back seat, but saw nothing, and continued to molest Cai Gen,

"Did that female spirit with a good figure sit in the back yesterday?"

Again, is this the end of it?Cai Gen was smoking a cigarette and said angrily,

"Well, it's gone now, it was in the back seat yesterday."

The wife seems to be a little addicted, and continues to knead Cai Gen,

"I can't see it, do you think about it?"

Completely speechless, smoking a cigarette in silence, looking out the car window, Cai Gen remembered Jing Jing in the distance, really wanted Jing Jing.

A sharp braking sound broke Cai Gen's contemplation. Why is there always an accident at the entrance of this high school recently?

When I got out of the car and watched, a BMW Z4 was parked in the middle of the road, and there was a very obvious scratch on the bumper.

A man and a woman also got out of the car. The men were rich and noble, and the women had excellent temperament, and they were not like ordinary people.

In front of the BMW, a battery car was upside down, and a takeaway rider fell to the ground and wailed.

Not a few thousand dollars can't come down.

"Get in the car, don't watch the fun, it's too late."

His wife urged, Cai Gen got into the car.

One picks his head and drives onto the road, and his wife drives really slippery.

　Those who have a lot of possessions suffer heavy losses, so they know that the rich are not as carefree as the poor; those who take high steps are staggering, so they know that the noble is not as good as the humble.Quoted from "Cai Root Tan"

　　

　

(End of this chapter)