Reborn in 1993, after divorce, life became a mess

In the middle of the afternoon, it started snowing without warning.

The snow is falling harder and harder, and large flakes of snowflakes are like torn cotton wool, falling overwhelmingly.

In the evening, the ground that had just been stepped on was covered with toe-deep snow.

In the heavy snow, people hurried home.

In the free market, people selling goods in the open air couldn't bear to close their stalls early and went home.

Soon, the free market became empty, with only a few sheds standing there, also stained white by the heavy snow.

It was not yet six o'clock, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street.

Na Liwen didn't want to go on any longer, so she asked Zhang Xiuli to close the public phone booth in advance and go home as soon as the snow on the ground was not too deep.

The bicycle rolled over the soft snow, leaving a deep mark, and the compressed snow made a creaking sound.

"Mom, go home and build a snowman." The fat son, sitting on the small chair attached to the back of the bicycle, stretched out his little hands wearing woolen gloves to catch the snow and shouted happily.

Na Liwen replied with a smile: "If you want to build a snowman, you have to wait until it snows."

When I approached the fried bun shop, the boss was flipping the fried buns in the pan. The bottom of the buns were fried to perfection and turned golden brown.

Li Wen seemed to smell the tempting burnt aroma.

"Mom, I want some fried buns." The fat son suddenly started to twitch his little nose and twisted on the small chair.

"Okay - I'll buy you fried buns. But we can't eat them until we get home." Na Liwen said.

"Yeah." The fat son agreed.

Li Wen was surprised. Even though his son was wearing a thick white gauze mask, he could still smell the aroma of fried buns.

He doesn't get tired of eating fried buns every day.

When the two of them got home, they had become two snowmen.

When Na Liwen took off his fat son's clothes, he realized that he was covered in sweat and his clothes were soaked through.

"Well, there is a kind of love. Mom always thinks you are cold." Na Liwen muttered while changing his son's clothes, and this popular joke on the Internet in his previous life quickly flashed in his mind.

When leaving the phone booth at night, Na Liwen was afraid of freezing his fat son, so he not only put on a down jacket for his son, but also covered him with a military coat.

At that time, the fat son shouted: "It's too hot, Mom, it's hot."

Na Liwen shouted: "Why is it so hot? There's so much snow outside. If you go out without enough clothes, you'll be frozen like a popsicle."

The fat son stopped struggling...

Zhang Shumei heard the noise upstairs and came down with a plate of dumplings.

She saw the naked Yangyang and asked: "What are you doing, drying the white striped chicken?"

Na Liwen smiled bitterly and told her the reason.

Zhang Shumei pointed at her and said: "You are so young and you really don't understand anything. The little boy has a lot of firepower. You can't cover it up like this. It's easy to cover up the fire."

Na Liwen: "..."

Adding her age in her previous life, she is already a grandma-level person. Why doesn't she understand these principles?

It’s just that, after leaving the Northeast for many years, what remains in my memory is how cold the winter is, and a drop of water can turn into ice.

Therefore, she was always afraid of freezing her fat son, so she put clothes on him one by one.

Let’s talk about the clothes that are taken off now: vests, sweaters, sweaters, cotton-padded jackets, coats, and down jackets.

It’s a bit much.

Yangyang finished changing his clothes and jumped on the fire bed: "I don't want to eat dumplings, I want to eat fried buns."

Zhang Shumei said with a smile: "These are leek and egg dumplings made by my mother-in-law. Do you know how expensive leeks are now? They are more expensive than meat. Do you really not eat them?"

The fat son shook his head like a rattle: "Don't eat leeks, they smell bad——"

Na Liwen explained with a smile: "My son doesn't like to eat leeks, and says they smell bad when he eats them. He doesn't like to eat dumplings either, he just likes to eat fried dumplings, and they have to be stuffed with pure meat. He is a carnivore." "

"You're not a big kid, but you're quite picky." Zhang Shumei lightly flicked her fat son's forehead. "Who doesn't love eating meat? It's so fragrant. Children shouldn't be picky eaters. They can also eat vegetables. A partial eclipse won't look good."

"Eat spinach," the fat son shouted, raising his arms. "Popeye loves spinach."

Well, recently cartoons have been broadcasting the cartoon "Popeye" from Eagle Sauce Country, which preaches that eating spinach makes you powerful.

From then on, the fat son started eating spinach.

Na Liwen thought it was funny when he saw his fat son raising his two small fists and imitating Popeye.

My son has loved eating spinach since he was a child. It wasn’t until he was older that he realized that Popeye’s spinach meal was a scam.

She doesn't care if it's a scam, as long as the cartoon promotes that eating vegetables is good for the body, and children can accept it and fall in love with eating vegetables.

"Well, Yangyang must eat more spinach. After eating spinach, you will be very strong." Zhang Shumei said with a smile, and she turned to look at Li Wen. "Eating spinach can supplement iron and cure anemia. You should eat more."

Na Liwen: "I can't eat less even if I want to. My son yells about eating spinach every day. When I see it, I have to buy it."

"Yes, it's really difficult to eat some green leafy vegetables in this winter." Zhang Shumei curled her lips and said.

"No, a small bag of spinach sprouts costs one and a half yuan. It's not even half a pound heavy. It's time to eat meat." Na Liwen also complained.

It is very inconvenient to transport this icy southern food, and it is also very expensive to transport. Ordinary people still cannot afford it.

"It would be great if there was a greenhouse in the local area. Look, the leeks I used to make dumplings today were grown in the greenhouse of my old woman." Zhang Shumei pointed to the dumplings on the plate and said to Na Liwen.

Na Liwen: "Well, then let your old lady grow off-season vegetables in the greenhouse and sell them. You can definitely make money."

Zhang Shumei shook her head and said: "No, how can we have so much capital? Neither of us has saved much money since we got married. Even his family can't afford to buy a house."

Na Liwen: "Can't we just go to the bank to get a loan and deduct the greenhouse?"

Zhang Shumei continued to shake her head: "That's not okay. If you lose money and don't pay back the bank loan, it will be over."

Na Liwen: "······"

Well, she forgot that very few people at this time went to banks to get loans for business.

Na Liwen took two fried buns and asked Zhang Shumei to take them back to Jingjing to eat.

Come and don't go indecent.

The few girls who lived upstairs have moved away, and they are the only two people living upstairs and downstairs, which is very clean.

At night, Na Liwen put his fat son to sleep, turned off the TV, took out his books and started studying.

After New Year's Day, there will be undergraduate exams, and she is sharpening her skills before the battle.

There was a fierce quarrel upstairs, which was extremely clear in this silent night.

"Ugh!"

After Na Liwen listened for a while, he sighed softly.

Poor and humble couples are sad.

Zhang Shumei's husband works in a grain store in the lower town. This time he came back to celebrate New Year's Day and did not get his salary back.

The daily life of a family of three depends entirely on Zhang Shumei's meager salary, which is really not easy.

In the past, the food department was a popular place and everyone was proud to work there.

Since last year, grain prices have been completely liberalized in the market, and people rarely go to grain stores to get food.

The food supply no longer has the advantage it once had.

now.

The grain store was unable to pay wages for more than half a year.

Starting this year, even food stamps have been cancelled.

It is estimated that it won't be long before the grain stores will be turned into yellow stalls, and those regular workers will have to go home to find their own livelihood.