Ebian Fortune Teller _ Emeishan Fortune Teller

How poor have you ever seen the poorest people?

My circle of friends was screened by an article last year.

It's about an old grandmother, a native of Ziyang, Sichuan, who was in Chengdu before.

She once spent 12 yuan telling fortune and asked her why she was so tired. How long will you be tired?

This 12 is almost her income for two or three days.

Her hometown Ziyang came to Chengdu at the age of 62, that is, 19 years ago.

This is her home in Chengdu. In fact, it is a rented small house, which is full of "waste" for her to make a living.

My husband is 88 years old and has lung disease for many years. He often can't sleep at night, panting.

This is her daughter, 58 years old. She had meningitis when she was a child, and then she was sick and stupid.

Grandma should always take care of her sick husband and daughter.

So, at about 6 o'clock in the morning, she will go to the neighborhood to pick up garbage, because only in this way can the cleaner not go to work and have bottles to pick up.

Every day, their food is tight, two meals of porridge and a bowl of sauerkraut.

Day after day, year after year, I don't know for decades. ...

In addition to picking up garbage for a living, I have to give my daughter medicine and food.

I have to clean my daughter's feces and wash clothes when I come back. ...

My daughter is on this stool, and Lazar is here to eat and drink.

Shopping is also at night when the stalls are closed.

Because it was cheap then!

There is a prejudice in society that poverty is due to laziness.

But some people are, but many people are not lazy.

Poverty is like an abyss, constantly devouring the poor, even if we do our best, we can't escape from this abyss.

On the contrary, the more you struggle, the deeper you get.

This is a very unforgettable experience. On 20 16, my riders and I came to Dulongjiang Township, deep in the mountains of Gongshan County, Yunnan Province, and met the family they were going to help. Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren live in this gloomy wooden house. The house is on fire all the year round, dark, wet and cold. Without a decent piece of furniture, let alone TV appliances, the boy's father died of illness and his family had no financial resources. I will still think of them from time to time after I leave, and I don't know if the resettlement houses of local government departments have been built. I hope they have started a new life!

I remember on New Year's Eve three years ago, my family went to road trip, to Heizhugou in Ebian, and came to the highest place. We met several local Yi people. An old woman is very poor. She sells wild kiwifruit and wild branches at the top of the mountain, which was originally sold for 5 yuan a pack. We saw that he bought a bag of kiwifruit, but it was impossible to eat it. We brought a lot of bread, peanuts and sugar, and we gave it to her when we saw her pity. We didn't use each other. Knowing that they hadn't eaten these things, we gave her a lot, so she exchanged branches with us ... Seeing that she was poor, we asked her if she had any more and wanted to buy more. She hid her heavy backpack by the side of the road and ran home quickly. I'm curious about what is so precious hidden. I quietly went to have a look and found a backpack full of potatoes, all sprouted potatoes ... I felt a sour feeling in my heart. Poor people who live deep in the mountains, where there are no other crops to cultivate.

I am also a poor man. Now I am 5 1 year old and work to support my family for 2 1 year. When I was born, I herded cattle, mowed pig grass and studied at home. When I graduated from primary school, it was 1983, and my legs hurt. When my house was badly beaten, it was repaired in 1984 and my leg was happy for a year. My father asked me to show it to him. How to cut branches at such a young age? I just need to say that I can be cured anywhere. Three years in June, there was no rule of law. I cut skills in Nanchong North Sichuan Hospital. Three months after I went home, I remembered that I still had to learn to dress. It took only three months to become a year. My parents first said that I was taken care of by my parents at home. Later, someone introduced me and married me. My parents agreed. Engaged for two years, I didn't go to her house. A year is not easy. The four of us have dinner with his parents. After three years of marriage, I gave birth to my eldest son, and the poor can't eat well or wear well. There are five people in the family. They have to eat, pay and pay. What should I do? The eldest son is only over three years old and goes out to work. Go out on the tenth day of the first month and die on May 13th. There are two old people at home. I only have one foot, and my son is only over three years old. My son can't live without me. My sister-in-law told my parents not to leave me at home. Staying at home is a commodity, but my parents don't want to believe my sister-in-law. They still asked me to find a parent who can take care of the family. They said you had 10,000 yuan. What should you do with it? But I listened to them. Here comes another one. A year later, I gave birth to a daughter, and my family paid more. My daughter is over three years old and asked me to go out to work. My husband didn't want me to go out, so I secretly went to Nanchong to work. Just three months after I came out, my son's grandmother passed away again. My grandmother died before going up the mountain, and so did my grandfather. I cried in the factory. I'm afraid I can't get out. I took it at home. As soon as he leaves, he will be a banker for eight people at home and take care of the children. The year his parents died, he fell ill. I have to pay for it, but I have to make money. There are patients and children at home. When he was ill, I was even more encouraged to go home and take care of him. When he recovers, I will go out to earn money and the children will go to school. My husband depends on me for medicine. My husband died in a short period of thirteen years. Now I have left my children and me, but I still make money after my husband left for so many years. So I am a poor man. Now that my daughter has finished reading, my eyes are failing, and my poor son has not eaten well and dressed well. The whole family, old and young, gave us no clothes to eat. My sister gave me rice, noodles and meat, and my brother only gave me 20 yuan when I was three years old. My mother's father kissed me and I just got married for two months, and my father died. My mother. But I don't want old people's money either. Their money went to their third son's university, but I had to work hard to earn it. Day and night, just to make money, I earned 21 yuan. A poor man.

"People who can't eat meat year after year!" Speaking of which, I feel a little guilty. Let me introduce this to you first. This is the widow of an old Red Army who participated in the 25,000-mile long March across the Yangtze River and didn't come back until she was about 60 years old.

The hero and his wife got married at the age of 16 and then went to the army. When they came back at the age of 60, they got emphysema and died a few years later.

The old man is over 90 years old now. He adopted a son in his forties and never married. Because he is poor, there are five holes in the cave and three holes have collapsed!

The old man said that he couldn't eat meat every year, and he couldn't eat it during the New Year. His son used to work in a coal mine, but later his leg was injured and he couldn't work. His family lives on the eggs laid by chickens every year. His son can only do odd jobs and can't travel far. The old man is old and cannot live without people!

A few years ago, I went to a place in Gansu with my friends to do research and went to a village. I suddenly can't remember the name, which is quite embarrassing. But I can't forget what I saw. Your first feeling there is vastness and vastness. Several families live in the endless Huangtu Mountain.

The second feeling is the lack of water, and normal walking will bring a burst of dust. Some families have problems with domestic water. Because they were thirsty, they went to a restaurant to beg for water. Can you imagine that water tastes like loess in your mouth? Their lighting is a simple candle, and I even saw the kind of oil lamp hanging on the low beam that I can't use. Because of the soil, they can only grow a single crop, and water shortage is also the biggest difficulty they face.

When I was a child, there was a prodigal son named Silly Boy in the village, who lived in poverty, especially after having a wife and children. The little boy he gave birth to later was really pitiful. Silly boy is not a child, but someone about my parents' age. If he were still alive, he would be fifty or sixty years old.

Silly boy wandering to my village: once I asked my dad where silly boy came from, and my dad said he seemed to be wandering here. Silly boy used to have an old man. They didn't know where to wander here, so they lived in an abandoned yard in the west of the village and didn't go. Later, my father died, leaving him alone, nameless, and not communicating with others. Everyone calls him a silly boy. The house is three broken tile houses for decades, and tiles have fallen off in many places, but the walls at home can still shelter from the wind and rain. Silly children go out to collect waste products every day, use what can be used, and sell what can't be used to the village waste collectors to earn some money. Sometimes silly children go out to farm in the village cemetery. It turns out that graves are overgrown with weeds, so silly children pull out all the weeds and plant wheat, soybeans and the like. Slowly, some people in the village will silently put some clothes and extra food in the yard, and he will accept them all without asking for anything in return.

Silly boy picked up a silly daughter-in-law: Suddenly one day, silly boy picked up a silly daughter-in-law from nowhere. Although the silly daughter-in-law is clumsy, she always likes to stick to the crowd at the intersection of the village entrance and tell others that her name is Xiangxiang. She used to have a daughter at home. We asked her where her old home was and how she came from. She said that Lao Song brought her here and was very kind to her. We just know that the silly boy was originally called "Lao Song". With the fragrance, Lao Song worked harder, and the land reclamation was not limited to the graveyard, but also spread to the roadside, river bank and river bank at the head of the village. Xiangxiang always likes to carry a kettle that can't see the color. Everyone said: send me water for old songs. Later, the village built a tile house for them and gave them new bedding (people who went there said that there was nothing decent in the silly boy's house, they all picked it up and the quilt was dirty. I don't know where I picked it up. I don't have a bed and sleep on a board. My mother also asked my father to give him some worn-out furniture when my house was decorated. The villagers gradually accepted the existence of the silly boy and gave him clothes, furniture, food and anything else.

Silly boy has a boy doll: I remember when I was in the fifth grade of primary school, a big event happened in the village. Xiang Xiang gave birth to a son to a silly boy. A chubby little boy in vain, delivered by Aunt Song. Aunt Song told everyone that she was drying food on the roof that day and heard Xiangxiang squatting in the wheat straw pile, which hurt. As soon as she ran past, the children had already run halfway. Aunt Song quickly helped to pull the child out slowly and let it persist. She came back and took a pair of scissors to cut the baby's umbilical cord. Silly boy is so happy that many people go to see him and say that he lives up to his reputation. Silly boy foolishly called him Song. Leo is white and tender, nothing like his parents. Uncle Zhao in the village has three granddaughters, but no grandchildren. Seeing that Leo is cute and doesn't look stupid, he discussed with a silly boy to pay 20,000 yuan for Leo. Silly boy refused.

Silly boy died, Xiang Xiang ran away, and Wu Lei disappeared: the days passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, Wu Lei was 3 years old. In winter, I saw him still wearing rags and standing in the rain without shoes. It's really pathetic. The villagers said that the five thunder is really easy to raise. In winter, he sometimes wears no shoes and has never been ill. If you are free, go to this gate station and that gate station. I once gave him an apple and ran to my door more often. Or give him some steamed bread or fruit. It seems that when Leo was four or five years old, she suddenly heard my mother say that the silly child died and Xiangxiang ran away. Because the silly boy picked up a pig on the river bank, happily took it home to eat, and then died. Later Xiangxiang disappeared, and I don't know where he went. At that time, Leo lost his cuteness and cleverness as a child and was taken away by a family in the village. I heard that it didn't take long to raise Leo, saying that he was a fool, as if he had been sent to a welfare home, and I don't know where he went. Poor kid.

In the past, the countryside was so poor that she couldn't eat oil and water for a year. A handsome daughter-in-law is very clever. She went to the market to buy fried dough sticks, touched them with her hands, and had no money to buy them. After returning home, she washed her hands with water and made noodles with fried dough sticks. Her husband was surprised that he had never eaten such delicious food. She asked her daughter-in-law how she did it. She told the story again, and her husband was angry. When he raised his hand, he hit her and scolded her. He was a loser. When you ruined a meal, the couple began to fight. Everyone in the village came to stop the fight. The village chief asked why, and the two told the story. Hearing this, the village chief was furious and scolded. The couple were not sensible and led the villagers to beat him and scold him while playing. If you pour the fried dough sticks into the well of our village, it will be enough for our village to eat for less than half a year. What a bunch of assholes.

How poor have you ever seen the poorest people? When I was a child, I felt that there were many poor people around me, and some families could not afford to pay the agricultural tax and refused to let their children go to school for a day. Some families can't solve the problem of food and clothing all the year round, while others are penniless.

I have an uncle, a large family of seven people, who are crowded in a dark thatched cottage all the year round, and the adults on the roof can reach out and touch it. Every thunderstorm, it rains heavily outside, and it rains lightly inside. The ground is full of pits and the house is full of cobwebs. The kerosene lamp that has been used at home is sometimes reluctant to use it. They sleep with their mats rolled up every night.

At that time, people couldn't imagine how poor their family was, with less land to grow and more people to eat. Poverty at home has always been naked. A suit, whether worn or used, is worn by adults and children. The patch above has changed the clothes beyond recognition, and I don't know what shoes are! Throughout the year, the whole family wears sandals made of palm leaves, which is better in summer, especially in winter. They wrapped their feet tightly with thick palm leaves and put on sandals. The family's hands and feet are covered with frostbite, which is terrible every year.

Not to mention the food, just a big pot and a rotten hole. I haven't eaten meat all year round, but I eat porridge mixed with pickles all year round. Wild vegetables that can be eaten in the wild are basically picked and eaten by them in advance. I finally raised a pig at home, killing pigs every year, selling good meat to save money, leaving unsalable fat and bones to eat slowly, and frying every time I rub fat in the pot; Every time the bones are stewed, lard is solidified and fished out. The family eats soup and vegetables several times. My impression is that one year my uncle's dog starved to death.

"People are never poor in ambition" and "the children of poor families have long taken care of themselves" have both experienced the baptism of that hard time, and their families are hard-working. Reform and opening up have enriched the country and strengthened it. Thanks to the unremitting efforts of uncles, self-employment has also enabled parents to live a happy life. In fact, you are not afraid of poverty. As long as you have a competitive heart and never give up, you will eventually get a rich and happy life.

Hello, when I was a child, I met the poorest and most pitiful primary school classmate. Because her father is poor and not smart, her mother remarried with her brother and sister when she was very young, leaving only my classmates and no grandparents. There are only two earthen tile houses in the house, one is used as a kitchen, and even the most basic cooking stoves in the countryside are not available. Simply put, it is to build two bricks as a stove and a potholed large iron pot, which is usually used for cooking, boiling water and bathing. Pork is only eaten once a week.

What shocked me most was shock. There was no pigsty in their house, so her father drove the pig into the kitchen. There is a thick layer of trampled pig manure on the ground, and my classmates usually cook in it. Really, it's no exaggeration to go to her house and witness it when I was a child.

The only room where people live is full of all kinds of sundries, and dry meals are piled in it. There is not even a decent quilt on the bed. I have never worn new clothes since I was a child, so I take old clothes that others don't want. So although the family is not rich, at least there is no shortage of food and clothing. At that time, I really felt that my classmates were too poor and pitiful. Fortunately, my classmates are now living well and getting rid of poverty completely.