#Looking for Good People in My Hometown #I spent time in my grandmother's house in the countryside until I was eight years old, so my childhood memories are of green gauze tents in the fields and cooking smoke over the village.
The countryside is wide and wide, and my friends and I cut grass, collect firewood, burn corn, catch grasshoppers...
At that time, my grandmother's family was very poor, too poor to eat white masks.
While eating, Grandma opened the pot and boiled the black dried sweet potato in the big pot.
Now it seems that sweet potatoes are healthy food, but at that time it became the staple food on the dinner table of rural people, eating everyone's heart burning, and the stomach was pantothenic.
Once, my grandmother led me to a distant village to visit relatives.
My relative was also an old lady, and she was looking around the room with her little feet upside down to find food for me.
Maybe there was a sick person in the house, and there was a large pot of white-faced steamed buns hidden in the crooked cupboard.
I saw the steamed bun's eyes sparkle and shine.
The old lady took out two steamed buns for me, and Grandma pushed them out hard, saying in her mouth, "I can't do it, I can't make it, this is for the patient, what do she do when a child eats white-faced steamed buns?"
In the push and pull of the two old men, one of the steamed buns finally fell into my hands.
I almost devoured a large white bun, and my mouth was still full of aftertaste.
I timidly said to my grandmother, Grandma, I still want to eat. Grandma was embarrassed, and said vigorously, you see this child, his mouth is very hungry.
Unable to resist my grandmother's obstruction, the old lady brought me a steamed bun and handed it to me, and I unceremoniously took it, and in two or three minutes, a large white bun was destroyed by me again.
I didn't finish it, I did it again, Grandma, I still want to eat.
Grandma was finally overwhelmed by me, a child who was only seven years old had eaten half a pound of two large white buns raw.
My grandmother had to pull me up and run away, because at that time, white-faced steamed buns were the most expensive thing in the countryside.
Along the way, Grandma muttered, you are a hungry, you can throw a dead person today.
But I was particularly satisfied, thinking in my heart, the old lady is really a good person, and the white-faced steamed buns are willing to give me food.
I thought to myself, next time, if Grandma goes to this old lady's house again, I must follow.
After about two months, I heard that the kind old lady had passed away.
I was sad for a long time because I could no longer eat such a delicious white-noodle bun.