Dad thinks that everything in the world must pass, but the people who are deeply trapped in it do not know, and they cannot be free when they go around in it.
Dad's life is very simple, perhaps because he does not want to cook, as long as the mother makes rice, he says it is delicious.
Mother often said, what kind of rice I cooked you said delicious, really so delicious?
Dad said, I can eat without doing it, can I say it is not delicious?
The mother asked, then is the rice I cook delicious or not?
Daddy smiled and said, delicious, you do anything delicious.
The mother said, there is time for you to make a meal, let us try.
Dad said, there is time, there is no time now.
Dad pushed the opportunity to cook later, as if the villagers didn't like to do things immediately and said, Catch up with Ming'er!
Dad believed that if people lived in the world, they would waste grain, and they would not be able to live without wasted food. Of course, the so-called waste is to eat, to pull when you eat, to eat when you pull, and to die if you don't eat.
In order to eat, people can do a lot of things that do not hold their conscience, and even want to kill people and oversell goods, sell friends for glory, steal chickens and dogs, and damage public wealth and private interests.
Dad works in the public unit, can eat in the public unit can not eat at home, can wash clothes in the public unit, do not wash clothes at home, but can sleep at home do not sleep in the public unit, after all, sleep only occupies a small area, at home does not cost money.
The commentary says that even if there are thousands of houses, you will only sleep three feet and three feet in your life.
Dad likes to sleep at home, and when the fire is cold in winter, he will get up in the middle of the night and throw a handful of firewood in the kang cave, and the kang head will be a little hot.
After the father went to the kang, he reminded the mother to let the child turn over and not burn the flesh on the body.
The mother touched the kangtou and said, "It's also hot meat!" Warm and hot, not hot at all! How much dry wood did you burn?
Dad smiled and said, a handful of firewood, not so much dry firewood.
The mother skimmed her lips and said, stingy, how much can you save?
Dad said, hurry up Ming'er, I will go to the tree to collect some dry firewood, and burn more at night.
My mother didn't believe it, but I did.
The next night, Dad still burned a handful of firewood, but there was not much dry firewood.
The mother still said that he was stingy, and his father didn't even bother to refute it.
I asked, Dad, what about the dry wood you picked up?
Dad said that after picking it up, the dry firewood was still used for cooking, and it was costly to burn the kang.
Mother said, you know how to save money.
Dad said that building an extra quilt would warm up, and you can't expect to burn dry firewood, and burning dry firewood will burn down the kang cave. Kang is all supported by adobe, when the kang cave is set up, there is firewood in the mud, if you lead the firewood and grass in the mud, it really becomes a fire.
The mother still skimmed her lips and said, you will say, in the end, she is a cadre...
Dad smiled and stopped talking.
When Dad was beating the grain, he took off the clothes of the four pockets, put on the green clothes of the torn military uniform, and immediately became a farmer, working in the field like a farmer. Cutting wheat, cutting corn stalks, peeling sticks, watering the ground, even driving a small donkey to cultivate the land is also very good.
Grain is grown for the sake of eating, but also for the sake of accumulation, in case of emergency. Grain to return to the warehouse, after beating the wheat, Dad took the dustpan, took the broom, swept some of the lost grains of wheat on the wheat field into the dustpan, but also to learn the same as the mother to dust, squatting to get out of the small stones inside the dustpan and some small dirt, that serious energy, almost more careful than his own son, patience, love!
Dad didn't like the act of wasting food, and thought that whoever wasted food should fight.
My mother made noodles, and I took a bowl and poured it to the dog after a few bites. My mother rushed out with a rolling pin, which scared me into putting down my empty rice bowl and running.
When my father knew about this, he didn't beat me, but he said calmly, if you don't want to eat, don't eat, and if you dump it, you will waste the grain.
Perhaps, Dad's bones are farmers, and nothing has changed until his death.
Dad's world view is limited to the level of the peasant, which is not the most powerful world view, but from the most simple point of view, but also beyond the limitations of class, of course, can also be in one sentence.