Some time ago, I contacted a post. I don’t know her current situation. She felt anxious from the conversation, especially about money. She often tells me that she has a mortgage; the child is still young; the price of fruit has risen again; she hasn’t gone to the mall to buy clothes for two years, and she has to buy a pair of shoes for the child for more than 300 yuan.
At first I thought her income was very low. Later I accidentally learned that her family income has definitely reached the level of a middle class in a big city.
She said: “I’m always thinking about myself, why I love money so much. It’s mainly because I was poor when I was a kid, and I don’t dare to spend too much money now.”
”Do you think money is the most important thing in this world?” I ask.
”Of course.” She answered quickly, and then asked questioningly, “I remember that your family was also poor at that time?”
Actually, I also thought about this question.
At that time, we all lived in Jinchang, Gansu. Our parents were employees of large industrial and mining enterprises. Although their economic situation was better than that of rural families, they were also poor. Almost every family has more than two children. My family has more children because the parents are remarried widowed families.
Inspired by Fa Xiao, my memory recovered a little bit. I found that the biggest difference between my parents and her parents is that her parents cried poorly when they didn’t agree with each other. As for family affairs, as long as there was something unsatisfactory and unsatisfactory, it came down to no money. In the impression, my parents never said “poor” in front of us.
My mother’s cleverness led my elder sister to decorate every part of the house with clever hands. Hand-embroidered curtains, pillowcases, TV covers, hook-and-roll teacups, scarves, coats. Also, the sweater we wore was woven by the mother from the thread removed from the old sweater, and spelled out beautiful patterns. I saw a complicated retro sweater in the Milan Fashion Week show two years ago. I said in my heart, this is not the kind I wore when I was a kid.
The lack of material has not prevented us from growing into vanity children every day. I still remember the brightest days of my childhood, one year of Children’s Day, and my sister and I walked on the road wearing small leather sandals. Children’s feet grow fast, no one is willing to buy leather sandals for children. My mother didn’t know what tricks were used, and even made a pair of one-piece leather sandals with a pair of black leather shoes that my father wanted to throw, plus the bottom of the cloth shoes we were wearing. The two children greeted the praises of their uncles and aunts and the envy of their children of the same age. It was a feeling of abundance.
The second sister is the most fashionable girl in our school. I am proud of wearing her second-hand clothes. After her junior high school began to develop, my mother made clothes for her and would deliberately close her waist thinly, choosing pink or purple fabrics, and summer clothes would also make a bow at the neckline.
The second sister also often borrowed the classmates’ beautiful clothes home. My mother cut the sample that day with the newspaper, and her body, neckline, and sleeves were cut a little bit. The next morning, my sister returned her clothes. My mother went to the market to find the right fabric after get off work, and often bought back the fabric head, which was damaged or stained, and was very cheap. But after the garment was finished, no damage or stains could be seen. It took up to 3 days for my sister to go to school in her new clothes. I also wore some of the clothes she had eliminated, with lace on the cuffs and bows on the neckline.
I always feel that a mother who has never wore a skirt in her life and a mother who likes black, white and gray actually lives in a little princess. With her greatest enthusiasm, she devotes herself to satisfying my sister and my sister’s vigorous aesthetic needs and vanity. The aesthetic education she gave us is that beauty does not need to cost too much money, but it must spend a lot of energy and ingenuity.
My father’s specialty is to make the most delicious food with the cheapest ingredients. What impressed me most was a dish called “Crispy White Meat”, which was delicious beyond description. My father was proud and never told us what it was made of. I didn’t know until I was an adult that its raw material is lard fat, yes, it is the cheapest “baner oil” on the market.
Once, the factory welfare society entered a batch of marine fish. Because the transportation is long, the fish are not fresh and they are sold very cheaply. Most people dare not buy it and don’t know how to eat it. My dad waved a big hand, bought 500 pounds, and took all the big pots and small pots at home to pickle fish. After the fish is dried, it is stored in the storage room. In the following year, my family can eat fish once a week, which was very luxurious at the time.
A classmate came to my house as a guest and praised the pickled fish. From then on, I thought my family was rich. After going to college, I once said that we were very poor when we were children. She said, “Your family is not ah, there are often fish and meat.”
The fish is stinky and the meat is Baner oil, but my dad has a good pair of hands.
Mom can make clothes and loves smelly; Dad can cook and is a foodie. After I became an adult, I knew how lucky this was for a child from a poor family.
Because of the wealth, I have seen many good things, and naturally understand that it is not difficult to reach this state of being kind to yourself. What is really difficult is that no matter how rich or poor, neither is poor, never blame your ignorance and roughness on life as “no money”-these two words are too much.
A person must love others when he is young, love life in middle age, and wisdom in his old age. These don’t need a lot of money, but they need a lot of energy, endurance, and curiosity. You need to be addicted to life, do not be lazy, do not escape, carefully prepare a meal and vegetables.