Chapter 114 Biography of Niu Tianci (8)-Separate seats for men and women

After Tianci was weaned, Ji's mother became a big pimple in her heart.She wished she could fly home and see her doll, really; but she dared not say whether the doll was more valuable than the wages. Just when she was most afraid, old Liu Ma fell ill again, and she was very sick. Although Mrs. Niu has a lot of medicine, she knows that the medicine can cure the disease, but not the life.Old Liu Ma is almost seventy.The old lady was in a difficult situation: In case Liu's mother died, where could I find such a reliable person?This is not to say that it is good to be "old", no; the advantage of old Liu Ma is that she cares about being strong when she is old.If the old horse can still work, who is willing to buy a small horse?Besides, raising an old horse that can work is also obviously charitable, isn't it?But since the old horse refused to eat grass, it can't be said that he didn't have another idea.The end of the running dog!

For the convenience of thinking, Mrs. Niu naturally thought of Mama Ji.Ji's mother is young and strong, and she is also a fellow countryman, so she can replace Old Liu's mother.But Mother Ji has a child herself, can she still ask her to bring it?Calling a naughty wild child to be with Tianci is simply not an option, but to let her "temporary substitute", as for the long-term plan--I suddenly thought of Si Huzi.Wouldn't it be good to marry Si Huzi a wife for two purposes: firstly, it can win his heart, and secondly, it can be used as a maid, which is not bad.Anyway, Sihuzi's wife had to be married by Niu Zhai, and he himself had no family or job.But after Si Huzi got married, what if they had children?Thinking about it this way, the old lady was not very enthusiastic.The more inferior people are, the more likely they are to have children, which makes her angry.Well, instead of being a maid, it would be interesting to make the world full of children!no.

Old Liu's mother's illness is not so hesitant, and it is getting worse day by day.Sihuzi went to the countryside to find her son.Mrs. Niu said it well: "If you want to die, you will die in your own home." Old Liu's mother really didn't expect this.The wife promised her a coffin as a reward for her decades of service. After Old Liu's mother left, Ji's mother acted as an interim agent.Not many days later, Mama Liu died.Can Ji's mother take the real job?The old lady Niu didn't say anything.She saw Ji's mother was working hard, but the child's problem could not be solved.At such a time, a letter came from the countryside: Mama Ji's child had died.Mother Ji didn't dare to cry aloud, for fear that the master would say that she was frustrated, but she didn't shed tears for two or three nights.For those few dollars, if you breastfeed other people's children, your own doll will die, die!She dreamed of her doll, thought of her doll, whispered to her doll; never to meet again!She hated herself, hated her husband, hated God-given; there was no more love in the world. "Poor" kills everything.She hasn't had a proper meal for two or three days, but she still has to cook for others. The smell of oil makes her sick and makes her want to drop all the dishes and bowls.After all, she has to be cruel, money is ruthless.She had no choice but to run for her husband and think big.She had to automatically forget about her doll and hold back her tears.Money does not listen, nor forgive, cry!

She and her wife took three days off to go home and see the dead baby. "So, you still want to come back?" asked the madam. Ji's mother tried her best to answer: "Yes!" For those wages.Life is not made of meat, it is a piece of broken lead and rotten iron that weighs less than money. The wife made some calculations: it will cost more than a hundred yuan to marry a wife for the four tigers.The money will have to be spent sooner or later, yes; but there is no harm in being late.Ask Mama Ji to try it first: "If you want, you can come back, I am also short of people. Fortunately, the baby is dead, and you have nothing to worry about; it is not bad to work for a few years. "There's nothing to worry about!" Mama Ji rang back and forth in her heart, and she couldn't help but shed tears; for Qian's sake, she couldn't deny this sentence.

The wife still has something to say, Ji's mother didn't want to listen, but she had to listen. "When you come back, you will do the work of old mother Liu. Let me be clear: you will not be a nanny in the future, and I can't pay you such a big salary. I don't care about a dollar or two. Rules are rules; as usual, nanny earns More. I can’t suffer you: the food here is not bitter, you know that. You work hard, the rest of the clothes I wear are yours; there are rewards for three festivals. I don’t care about one and a half dollars, I can’t Make people laugh at me; there is no old woman in this city who pays five yuan a month. From now on, I will give you three yuan, which is the rule. You are doing well, and I will give you fifty cents for dim sum. That's it, isn't it?"

Mama Ji nodded, but she was speechless.After living in the city for so many days, she knows that the old lady's salary is really three yuan a month.She can't say anything, this is the rule! After she had been gone for three days, Tianci began to sleep with Mrs. Niu.From then on, the relationship between him and Ji Ma couldn't be said to be good or bad.Ji's mother always hated him a little bit, she always remembered: her doll is two months older than Tianci.The more she looked at Tianci's stature, the more sad she became - her doll would never grow.Godsend is naturally inexplicable.But as time passed, he felt that Mama Ji's eyes were a little bit wrong, so he had to avoid her.However, Mama Ji is also good for him. Whenever he is hungry and dare not ask for food when he sees the food on the plate, he will secretly go to Mama Ji.In this season, if her eyes are wrong, she must be right. She will always bake him a piece of steamed bun or something: "Eat it, little thing! If you are not hungry, don't come to me!" Tianci had no choice but to comfort him first. stomach, and then the soul.He slowly divided the family into two groups, one group of men and one group of women; the women's group is not easy to mess with.

The older he got, the more he felt the difference between men and women, and the less he liked women.When she was four or five years old, Mrs. Niu met her relatives and friends who had weddings and funerals, so she took him with her when she was happy.Before setting off, read this instruction and training: don’t say you’re hungry in front of others, don’t eat too much, don’t yell loudly, don’t stain your clothes; how do you salute?Take a look!How to congratulate others?Say one... and then dress up: a small mandarin jacket with fat and sharp sleeves, let your hands hang down, and the sleeves are propped up; raise your hands, as if you want to fly.The long robe was folded at the waist to protect the feet, and he tripped and stumbled inadvertently.A little satin cap with red knots--in summer a flat straw hat swirled round the head.Dressed up like this, his face can't help but become elongated; from the overall point of view, sometimes he looks like a shrunken bridegroom official, and sometimes he looks like a precocious magistrate.He looks down on himself very much when he dresses up like this.When he was leaving the gate, he didn't dare to look at Si Huzi, for he must have known that Si Huzi was sticking out his tongue at him.

At home, the women are almost broken to pieces; outside, there are more women, all waiting for him. "Oh, Mr. Fu is so tall! This little mandarin jacket is so pretty!" He could only look down at the toes of his shoes, his face was hot.The woman at home poked her neck from behind: "Speak up! You're a pussy!" He couldn't remember what to say, and tears rolled in his eyes.Then he was patted on the flat of the head, just to shake the little helmet, because there was a large piece of it empty.Scratch his face, smell his hands; what do you hate, these women. In spite of this apparent goodwill, he could see that they did not love him.When there is a mother in front of him, everyone calls out obediently; if the mother doesn't follow, people don't even pay attention to him; the eyes will slide over the little mandarin jacket.What made him even more sad was that if he played with other people's children, they would gently pull the child away and smile at him: "I'll play later." Much like an unflying kite.He didn't know why, but he—four or five years old—felt something was wrong.He could only curse a few times to himself: "Mom's!"

When I got home, I had to be interrogated: "Who is playing with you?" "Little bald; just after playing for a while, little bald mother dragged little bald away." "Ugh! Ugh!" Mom nodded again and again, with a bad smell on her face.If Dad took him out, all these things would be fine.Dad congratulates relatives and friends or hangs sacrifices, just to eat.On the way, the father and son discussed: You love meatballs, don't you?Well, Dad will clip a few more.Where do you go after dinner?Out of town?Or go to Lao Hei's dried fruit shop?If I go to Lao Hei's place, Dad can sleep, and Tianci can eat raisins and candied dates as much as he likes; and the guys are willing to play with him: hiding in the closet, pulling Luoba, or gambling with cigarettes and rolling pictures .Men don't ask this and that.Besides, Lao Hei also has a group of children.None of the children who were able to walk were at home very often.However, to catch up with them at home, the fun is almost the same as being an emperor.This group of children never wear little mandarin jackets, their feet are always bare, and they are very experienced.Men and women alike.They all know what grows in all the river ditches outside the city, how to pick out sparrows, dragonflies, freshwater shrimp, frogs, and crickets... Their faces, necks, and backs are all black and shiny; Wipe and wait for the mud flakes to fall off by themselves or be washed away by sweat.

Tianci played with them for a long time before he realized his shallowness, and he was very happy for their amiability.They all let him go. For example, when they were catching Lao Blind, if he was caught, he would be given five or ten blows, but the pain was the same.Tianci endured the pain and didn't cry; he knew that their beating was done out of sincerity, so what's the point of beating if it doesn't hurt?They told him sincerely that the little mandarin jacket is not for human beings.If you go out of the city to fish for sparrows or freshwater shrimp, is it possible to wear a mandarin jacket?He was speechless, and secretly hated his mother.When it comes to their mother, they have more ways to say: "Mom? Mom's legs are slow. She runs away as soon as she hits; Mom can't catch up."

"Mama, would you like to feed me?" Tianci asked. "I won't eat it! I have to wait for my mother to persuade me." "What if Mom doesn't come to persuade me?" "Steal a steamed bun first." After hearing this and some other things, Tianci began to understand what it means to be a man.When I went home with my dad, I got my dad's permission first - I don't need to wear a small mandarin jacket on the road.Dad doesn't object.When he got home, he was going to take off his socks to see if he could walk barefoot.Tear off the socks, first go to the kitchen to find out Ji Ma's tone. "You child, looking for a beating!" Tianci said in his heart: "Hit? I can run!" He pretended to be fine and walked to his mother's room, his nose curled up in a high spirit of resistance. "The more you learn, the better!" The expected thunder came: "Who wants to be barefoot?" Tianci responded calmly, pretending not to hear. "Tell me! Put it on!" "I don't like to wear it!" Mom turned pale with anger. "Okay, okay! Don't eat!" "Steal a steamed bun first!" Tianci knew that he must fail.No, I don't have that much experience after all!I'm afraid a man can't do it.In the end, he still put on socks, and he pleaded guilty according to what Ji's mother told him, before eating.My stomach is full and tasteless, but there is nothing I can do.After all, mother is not easy to provoke, and the stomach doesn't make a fool of herself, failure! Godsend is depressed, and there are no children to play with him.The gate is tightly closed all day long, and there are only adults in the courtyard except him.Although the four tigers are cute, they are not children.Tianci often sees Lao Hei's sons and daughters, but it's a pity that it's in a dream! He had to explore alone in the courtyard.Behind the gate is Sihuzi's room, he often comes to play, especially when mother is taking a nap or not at home.Connected to this room are three storage rooms, which are permanently locked.Si Huzi picked him up and took a look through the broken part of the window paper. The things inside were complicated and mysterious.This is the historical data preservation place for the old man's business; signboards, leftovers, tent poles, ... all are resting here.Tianci was a little afraid of these three rooms, and wanted to go in to pick up some toys, but he couldn't.Facing the three storage rooms is a small screen door, and entering the door is the yard of the three-room house.There are two crabapple trees in front of the north house, which sometimes provide him with some materials for playing.Once, two small begonias fell from the tree, and he played with them for three full hours.From the corner of the north room and the east room, there is a small courtyard.This corner, according to Godsend, is an important place for military affairs: water pourers, coal deliverers, and Mama Ji... all have to pass by this corner. He often wants to hide by the side of the pile and "scream" at them to scare them a lot. Jump.But he once said bad words to Mama Ji, and she let go of the tea bowl; so he can only "think" often.There are three rooms in the small courtyard, Ji's mother lives in one, the kitchen lives in one, and coal lives in one, according to his description. He wanders around this small world all day long, and although he can discover something new at any time, no one appreciates it with him; when necessary, he has to pretend to be two or three people, and run from east to west, from east to west West to east, so that the fire of life may be manifested.Tired from running, he sat on the steps, looked at the sky or the ground, and only thought: "No one is playing with you, Fuguan!"