Talented Young Lady

Yuelin County, located in the hinterland of the Dabie Mountains, is now a hot tourist resort. However, when I was born, the per capita grain yield was less than 600 Jin, and there was not enough food rations.

I was born in Tiantou village of Mahuang Township, which is the poorest and most remote county in Yuelin County, surrounded by mountains and without roads.

It snowed heavily on the day I was born.

It was snowing all over the mountains and forests. At night, my mother, who was driven to work in the fields by my grandmother in the afternoon, started to give birth. I was not born in the middle of the night. My father wanted to send my mother to the hospital, but was blocked by my grandmother. My grandmother took a pair of scissors and cut open the bottom of my mother and pulled me out.

I was born, but my mother died on the wooden bed because of bleeding.

Mother's life in exchange for me, my grandmother only looked at it, then recited the bad luck and left me aside.

Because, I am a girl, a girl without a handle, in our hometown, commonly known as loss money goods.

What's more, it's a broom star who killed mom when he was born.

When I was three years old, my father married a stepmother. When I was four years old, my stepmother had a younger brother.

The day my brother was born is the first day I have memory.

I can't remember the past, but that day, it was engraved in my mind like a knife.

It was one day in spring, the mountain was full of wild flowers, a night of spring rain, then a lot of mushrooms came out.

I carried a small basket on my back to pick mushrooms in the small forest at the back of the house. After picking enough of a small basket, I went back. As soon as I got to the gate of the fence, I heard the cry of the baby inside.

There is also a grandmother happy cry: "my good grandson ah!"

That night, grandma killed a hen and went to Uncle Zhang, who was selling meat in the village, to cut two Jin of meat and made a table of good dishes.

Then, he took my little ragged quilt and drove me into the wood room.

Because my stepmother said that I should never be allowed to live in the house, and her precious son could not be taken away by me as a broom star.

Tiantou village is very poor, but our family is still rich in the village. The mud walls of the four old houses are very thick, and they are pasted with newspapers and the red paper my mother brought when she was married. It is clean and warm.

And the firewood room is built by the kitchen with rough wood, which is specially used for firewood. The room is full of firewood, not to mention ventilation.

The spare space is just enough for me to bend down and sleep.

That night it rained again, the cold of late spring came, the temperature suddenly dropped, I curled up in the firewood pile, wrapped the thin quilt tightly on my body, shivering with cold.

Listening to the laughter in the room and smelling the delicious meat, I bit my lips and felt very sad, but I didn't even dare to cry.

People say that childhood is impossible to remember, some people even their seven or eight years old things can not remember.

In fact, it is not that there is no memory, but that life is too good and too fast, brain cells have to accept too many things, so those processes are ignored and forgotten.

I will always remember that night, the feeling that my body was frozen into ice. It seemed that I would stop breathing at the next moment. I was full of the illusion of big fish and meat in front of me.

Later, I read a fairy tale book, in which there is a story about the little match girl.

The little girl froze to death in the street, followed her beloved grandmother in the illusion of match fire.

I don't have any grandmothers I can imagine. I haven't even met my mother.

I had no one to pick me up in hallucinations, so I didn't freeze to death.

Although it was freezing fast, it didn't die.

I got up when I couldn't stand the cold. I secretly went to the kitchen and took the match from the stove. I learned from my grandmother who had seen it before. I successfully lit the match and also successfully lit the firewood. The flame started and the cold subsided. I was excited and kept adding firewood to it.

As a result, too much was added and the fire broke out of the stove.

If my grandfather didn't drink too much wine and just came out to urinate, I might have been burned in the kitchen, and then the whole old house would have been burned.

Although I was not burned to death, but my grandfather and grandmother beat me to death.

When my head was heavily knocked by my grandfather on the stone steps in front of the house, my father was silent.

Father said, no matter what, I am his daughter. He will make money for repairing the kitchen, but he will give his daughter a bite of food and a place to live.

My grandfather has two sons. My father can't read. He dropped out of primary school after only two years. My uncle was a famous school bully in the ten miles and eight villages. At that time, he was studying in the middle school in the county.

But only relying on farming can't meet my uncle's tuition and living expenses.

Besides, my stepmother also gave birth to a golden brother.

It's time for the family to ask for money.

My father said that he would leave home, leave Yuelin County, go south and follow others to work in a place called Pengcheng.

At that time, everyone was still guarding their own three acres of land, few people went out to work, my grandparents never heard of Pengcheng!But as soon as my father said that he could make hundreds of yuan a month, they would ask nothing, and regardless of his younger brother's birth, he prepared some clothes for his father overnight, and let him go out quickly.

The day my father left, my father took me to the entrance of the village, squatted down and took the ointment I didn't know from where to rub it on my wound.

While wiping, he sighed and said, "girl, you'll be better. Listen to my father's words and don't make trouble again. When dad makes money, he will pull cloth and make new clothes for you."

I looked at him, did not speak, just tears uncontrollable down.

Dad couldn't help but red eyes, patted my head: "girl, don't blame dad, don't blame your father, don't blame your father. If you want to blame, you can only blame your hard life. If you want to blame, you should blame why you are a girl."

My father sighed at the gas station and put the rest of the ointment in my hand and said, "be careful later. If others don't protect you, you should always learn to protect yourself."

If others don't protect you, you should always learn to protect yourself.

This is my father left me the last words, but also the only deep memory in my memory, he said.

In the future, when I don't even remember what my father looks like, I also remember this sentence.

Dad had been away for three years. He didn't even come back for the Chinese new year, but after half a year, he would remit a sum of money and come back with two simple sentences.

On the third day after my father left, because of my stepmother's words, I went to live in the wood room again. It was just a straw mat and a thicker quilt.

I learned from my master and made some mud in the field and pasted it on the outside of the gap. It was also able to keep out the wind and rain.

I learned how to make a fire when I was four and a half years old. When I was four and a half years old, I learned to do all the cleaning and washing at home. When I was six years old, although I was thin, I was able to get a high stove. It was my responsibility to cook pig food and cook breakfast at home.

I couldn't get to the dinner table. I slept in the wood room. I was scolded all day. I was beaten and punished from time to time. I was bullied by my stepmother and the golden brother.

However, although he often scolds me for not dying, he still gives me a bite of rice to eat and let me have a place to live.

In this way, I grew up to seven years old, and other children of this age in the village began to prepare to go to school.

I also have expectations in my heart. I think it's time for Dad to come back. I don't want new clothes. I want to tell Dad that I want to go to school.

When the summer was coming, a man came to my family. He was a fellow villager who went out with my father. He brought back the news of my father.

He said, "Dad is dead!