The elderly in their sixties and seventies are still working, do those of us who have just retired in our fifties have to loosen up, immerse ourselves in various pastimes, and get by? In the few days after the spring, the sky is still overcast

The elderly in their sixties and seventies are still working, do those of us who have just retired in our fifties have to loosen up, immerse ourselves in various pastimes, and get by?

In the few days after the spring, the sky is still gloomy and raining continuously every day, wet and cold, and the washed clothes can't be dried.

At 10:00 a.m. on the ninth day of the Chinese New Year, I rode home in my small battery car wearing a poncho.

At the intersection of North and South Avenues in the city from east to west, when waiting for traffic lights, a battery tricycle and a small battery car were caught up behind me, and almost at the same time stopped next to me.

The two of them were talking, "We're still in the same place."

It turned out that they had just returned from the consulting work of the municipal talent market. (Later, I learned that there was a large-scale job fair in the city's talent market for the New Year)

They wore lowered masks, and the front of the helmet was lifted, and from the exposed upper part of her face, they guessed that the tall age of the rider on the three wheels was about sixty; the guess on riding the small battery was nearly seventy years old, because she had obvious age spots and deep wrinkles on her face.

Curious, I asked, "You went looking for a job, what did it turn out?"

"Just go and see, maybe not."

The old man said: "Look, it is a night shift, I have to leave work at 11:30 at night, it is too late (late), what time do you get when you go home?!"

I asked, "How much is the salary?"

"2500, we have a job, we're going to work tomorrow, in the park."

At this point, the green light is turned and the topic is over.

When they turned right at the next crossroads, they turned to the right, and on the left side of the road were all the neighborhoods where the demolition households were concentrated, and the rows of row houses were lined up one after another.

And I had to wait to change the green light and go straight west, in the direction of home.

On the south side of the neighborhood where my family lives, on the green belt at the turn of the sidewalk on the outside, there is a stone the size of the countertop of the Taishi chair.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I had something to do. In the cold weather of spring, I did not care how the rain wet my clothes, and wore a long down jacket.

It was still drizzling rain, and it didn't stop from morning to afternoon.

I rode up the gentle slope and saw an old aunt sitting on the rock with an umbrella.

I glanced at the three piles of vegetables piled up in front of her, a bag of greens, a bag of garlic, and a pile of what seemed to be zinza, with a transparent plastic film on the side.

I said to her, "Sell vegetables when it rains!"

"Yes, yes." She immediately replied, and I wondered if she thought I was going to buy groceries.

They are so old, still working, and just after the Spring Festival, it is still only the ninth day of the Chinese New Year, they brave the rain to run to find work, and still hold up umbrellas to sell vegetables.

They are so diligent not because they have poor conditions at home, but just to do something.

One of the property cleaners I work for is also in her 70s, and she is the oldest of them.

She once said to me, "What do you do without working?" The grandson went to school, was at home every day in a daze, and would be very bored.

Come out and do things to have income, no one will feel too much money, and it is more free to use money.

Come out to work, the old sisters can still chat, people are happy, and they will not have Alzheimer's disease. ”

I have a male colleague who is an out-of-towner who likes to ride his public bicycle around on his days off.

He traveled around the outskirts of the city and found a free market where local farmers produced and sold themselves at a very affordable price, and he bought a large bag.

He told me that he heard someone over there say that many people who sell vegetables have villas and terraced houses, and there are several sets of houses.

Finally, the sentence: "You XX cities are rich people!"

I could only skim my lips: "You can't say that!" The poorest places have the rich, and the richest places have the poor. ”

The villagers who braved the rain to sell vegetables with umbrellas were villagers from a wealthy village near us who were famous in the local area.

The houses in this village are all built uniformly in the village, and the elderly also have a monthly pension money, and their village also divides daily necessities such as oil, rice, meat and other daily necessities every New Year's Day, and also divides the money according to the head of the person.

Even if the villagers have good living conditions, many people will sell what they can't eat. How many dollars do you say you can sell?!

The main thing is that the older ones are reluctant to throw away, do not like to waste, and feel that selling to those who need it, the best of both worlds, each has its own place. It is the same as driving a car on the Internet to sell waste products and load firewood to the elderly.

Looking at them, I'm ashamed of myself, I'm lazy and procrastinating. In terms of age, I have just retired younger than them, and financially, they are estimated to be better than my family.

(After all, my family's people are only part-time workers, do not do business, do not run a business; it is not the turn to demolish!) Because I count from the little thumb to the thumb and from the thumb to the little thumb, and when I count it, three words: the wheel is not [cover your face])

At present, the older generation of Chinese farmers in the new era still maintain their unique excellent qualities. There is no doubt that the emphasis on kindness, hard work and frugality is reflected.

I, a country woman who has not been doing farm work for more than twenty years, still have to remember my original intention and learn from them(s)!

Yes, I'm still ready to rest, tomorrow or go to work, don't think about being lazy. [Light the peace lamp]