Zhao Mo Xiu Mo

Zhao Mo lifted the lid of the pot and saw a large bowl of rice in the pot, and suddenly felt his stomach was about to turn upside down.The pot was still a little hot, so he quickly took out the rice and put it on the stove.

There is also a small bowl in the pot, which is more than half a bowl of rice porridge.Zhao Mo brought out the small bowl of porridge, and sighed as he looked at the distinct grains of rice in the porridge.The rice in the big bowl is okay, anyway, I can eat it as long as it is cooked.But the rice porridge specially made for the third baby is made like soaking water in the rice and mixing it, which can barely be regarded as porridge.

After Zhao Mo sighed, feeling funny again, he grinned and carried a small porridge bowl into the back room.Because I am busy from morning to night, my second brother cooks two meals at home, which is really hard work.Besides, how can a teenager and a half-grown child expect good craftsmanship.

On the kang in the east room, Sanwa sat leaning against the pile of quilts, looking down at the plastic building blocks that Zhao Mo stuffed in his hands when he left loosely.

It wasn't until Zhao Mo took the porridge to the kang that Sanwa raised her head as if she had just realized it.He turned his eyeballs to Zhao Mo's direction, and a stream of saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, calling someone vaguely: "Brother."

"Hey, big brother is back." Zhao Mo stirred the porridge with a bowl in one hand and a small steel spoon in the other, "Come, Sanba has dinner."

Zhao Mo tried it when serving the bowl, and the porridge was just a little warm, not burning his mouth.He picked up a steel spoon of porridge and brought it to the child's lips.

Sanwa didn't say a word, didn't open her mouth, she just stared at Zhao Mo with a pair of black eyes.Zhao Mo talked and coaxed for a long time, his lips were almost worn out, and he didn't open his mouth in a daze.

After tossing for twenty minutes, Zhao Mo finally coaxed Sanwa to open her mouth and swallow a mouthful of porridge.He breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly scooped up the porridge spoonful by spoonful, and finally put half a bowl of porridge into the child's mouth.

After feeding a meal, Zhao Mo's forehead also broke out in a thin layer of sweat, and his arms were sore when he raised them.He lifted up the bib to wipe Sanwa's mouth, then took off the bib, put on a clean one and put it on again.

Sanwa tapped her mouth and burped.Zhao Mo immediately became happy, pinched his cheek, and said with a smile: "You are full!"

"Full, full." Sanwa repeated twice, not sure if he understood or not.

Zhao Mo was even happier, and picked up the child with a crunch, with the corners of his mouth raised high: "Yes, the third baby is full!"

Putting Sanba on the ground, he squatted down, stroking the child's withered hair and coaxing him: "Wait, brother will make you a bed."

After Zhao Mo spread the quilt, he turned his head and saw that Sanwa was standing on the ground obediently, with a pair of black eyes following him.There was an ironing in his heart, and even the fatigue from working hard all day seemed to have disappeared.

He first carried Sanba to the backyard to urinate, then took off his underpants, laid him on the mattress, and pulled the thin quilt to cover the child's belly.As soon as Sanwa covered the quilt, she immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep in less than 2 minutes.

Zhao Mo looked at it for a while, and after making sure Sanwa was asleep, he picked up the dirty bib and got off the kang.This is the most worry-free thing for Sanwa, he doesn't need to be coaxed to sleep, as long as he is covered with a quilt, he will obediently close his eyes and go to sleep.

When passing through the main room, Zhao Mo walked towards the west room again.Opening the door curtain a crack, he was even more relieved to see Zhao Jun, who was sitting on the kang, concentrating on his homework on the small table, and turned back to the stove outside.

The rice on the stove had long since gone hot, Zhao Mo didn't take it seriously, he took out his chopsticks and started eating.He was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, so he didn't care whether the food was cold or not.

There is a small bowl on the cutting board, in which is half a bowl of pickles.Zhao Mo put more than half of the bowl of rice into his mouth, feeling a bit full in his stomach, so he didn't bother to eat with pickles.

There were not many pickles, so Zhao Mo didn't want to eat more, so he stopped moving after holding two chopsticks.While chewing the rice, he thought to himself: Junzi is going to school to waste his brains, and he is still growing up, so three meals a day of pickled vegetables and lumps are not enough.Close the stall early tomorrow, go to the Dongtou Vegetable Market, pick up some leftover leaves and so on, wash it and eat it as usual.

There are electric wires and light bulbs in the kitchen, but Zhao Mo rarely uses them.After eating in the dark, he packed up the dishes and put them on the stove, saving them for brushing in the morning.He was so dark that he was afraid of bumping into it, and if the bowl broke, he would feel so sorry for him.

The electric light in the Westinghouse was on, and the light passed through the curtain to illuminate the main room.Zhao Mo wiped his hands, opened the door curtain and poked his head in: "Junzi, have you finished your homework?"

"Nothing." Zhao Jun didn't lift his head, and kept his eyes on the test papers on the table. "Our teacher left several papers, saying that they have to hand them in tomorrow."

When Zhao Mo heard this, he felt very distressed seeing his second brother burying his head in his studies, so he could only say a few words: "That's it, you write slowly, don't get tired. Brother Ming has to get up early, go back to the room and sleep first."

"Got it, go to sleep and leave me alone."

The lights in the east room were dimmer than those in the west room, and the whole room was shrouded in a dim yellow halo.Originally, the light bulbs in the two rooms were not too bright. Zhao Mo was afraid that his second brother would hurt his eyes when he studied at night, so he replaced the light bulb in the Westinghouse with a new one.

In addition to the electric light, Zhao Mo only has a flashlight at home, which is considered a commonly used electrical appliance.Originally, there was a color TV at home that he bought the year before last. Zhao Mo thought that his third child could not watch TV, and he was afraid that Junzi would delay his studies by watching TV, so he simply sold it.As for himself, he was busy all day every day, and when he got home, he wished he could go to bed right away. He couldn't rest, so he didn't have time to watch TV.

Ever since the funeral of his parents was over and his third child had an accident, Zhao Mo sold all the big household items like the washing machine.He thought it was a waste of electricity and time, and at that time, the poor were on the verge of selling their iron, and they couldn't keep any of these things.Even the sewing machine used by his mother Chen Cui was given to the fat aunt next door by Zhao Mo as a favor.

Sanwa on the Kang head was soundly asleep, breathing very lightly, half-drawing her body under the quilt.It's hot in summer, so you don't need to cover him with a quilt. Zhao Mo was afraid that he would catch a cold in the wind at night, so he covered his stomach and legs.

After laying out his own mattress next to Sanwa, and then laying out Junzi's mattress on the top of the kang, Zhao Mo finally had time to rest after a busy day.

He got off the kang again, came over with an apron, opened the cabinet, and pulled out a wooden box from under the pile of clothes.The wooden box was opened, and at the bottom was a red leather passbook, on which was the household registration book. He had not yet turned eighteen and had no ID card yet. This household registration book was the only identity document for the family of three.

Further up, there are stacks of bills, seven of which are one-hundred, and the rest are fifty, twenty, and ten.Zhao Mo took out all the banknotes in his apron pocket, unfolded them one by one, flattened them, and counted them clearly: counting the steel coins of one yuan and fifty cents, the total was 290 seven yuan and fifty cents.There is only one red note in it, and three fifty's.He put the red one in the money box, then carefully closed the box, and stuffed it back into the cabinet.

He folded the remaining change of more than 100 yuan and put it back in the pocket of the apron, keeping it for change when selling pancakes and fruits tomorrow.The money in the money box was all saved by him. When he had saved fifteen red notes, he would deposit ten in the bank and keep five for emergencies.

After tidying up the money, Zhao Mo folded the apron neatly and placed it next to the quilt on the top of the kang.After finishing these things, he arranged Zhao Jun's pillows, and then lay down by himself, pulling the quilt over his stomach.

Afraid that Zhao Jun would finish his homework and come over in the dark to watch, Zhao Mo didn't dare to turn off the lights.He looked sideways at the small head of the third brother on the left, and then at the pillow of the second brother on the right, feeling relieved.

After a while, there was a slight snoring sound in the dim room.

That night, Zhao Mo had a good dream.He dreamed that Junzi was admitted to a university in the provincial capital, and he sent him to school. The neighbors looked at him enviously, and the sound of firecrackers crackled all the way.

In the second half of the dream, Zhao Mo happily hugged the money box, and there were several zeros on the passbook inside.He called Dr. Hu at the county hospital, and then took Sanwa to the big hospital in the city in the minivan he had chartered.After the operation, Sanwa's head was wrapped with a bandage, she was not stupid, she held her hand alive and shouted: "Brother, I want to go out to play!"

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