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Chapter 2: Average Family

The reason why the original body had a fever this time was very simple. He skipped classes and went to the park with his buddies to row a boat. When he saw a beautiful girl, he used the boat to hit her boat. Boys of that era probably thought that they could win the favor of girls by being so naughty.

Qiu Huoming was speechless when he saw this memory.

As it turned out, the girl's rowing skills were superb and the boat didn't crash, but she and her friend fell into the water.

Qiu Huoming lay on a worn wooden bed covered with a thick layer of cotton quilt, staring blankly with his eyes wide open, looking hopeless.

The only good news so far is that the original body was handsome. He looked at himself in the mirror in the hospital bathroom, and this face was indeed comparable to those pretty boys in later generations. Probably, perhaps, or possibly, he could also live off his wife.

Just as he thought of this, he spat at himself and slapped himself in the face, "Qiu Huoming, show some self-esteem!"

The current task is to use his understanding of the future and use limited resources to help his family escape poverty, and he must finish his studies!

This was the early 80s, and I was still a big kid. I wanted to see if there were any opportunities in doing business. After all, I had to maximize profits.

After thinking it over, he finally fell into a deep sleep again.

He walked to the table, took the spoon and started to pour porridge into each bowl.

"Huo Ming, are you still dizzy?" Chen Suniang looked at him from the half-open window of the kitchen.

There was a kitchen between my door and the main house. My mother was frying Chinese mustard greens in the kitchen. It seemed that we would have porridge tonight.

In those days, not only were there no flush toilets, but even the food was extremely bad. It was said that a half-grown boy would eat his family into poverty. Qiu Huoming touched his deflated stomach and felt inexplicably irritated.

After finishing the porridge, the eldest sister rushed to wash the dishes. Qiu Huoming returned to his humble room. He glanced at the dusty wooden guitar hanging at the end of the bed. As far as he remembered, he had only learned this guitar for half a month because he had to remember the chord fingerings and gave up halfway.

Chen Suniang had just put her things away and walked out of the bedroom. When she heard this, she frowned and shouted:

"Thank you." She took the bowl handed to her by Qiu Huoming.

"Mom, where's my dad?" Qiu Huoming shouted through the door towards the kitchen.

The eldest sister quickly put down the pen in her hand, cleaned the table, ran into the kitchen and got four bowls and four pairs of chopsticks.

The voice sounded familiar. It was my father's cousin Qiu Jianjun, who came to the city with him from the same village. I should call him uncle.

On a spring evening, the light outside had long gone dim. In the simple living room, under the dim light, the family sat together, drinking white porridge, which actually made Qiu Huoming feel that time was peaceful and quiet.

“He only knows how to eat, but not how to help…” the eldest sister who was setting the dishes and chopsticks muttered softly.

Qiu Huoming vaguely felt that she was talking about himself. As he was the only son, he was indeed spoiled at home and had hardly done any housework. He felt a little embarrassed when he saw the two children younger than him working.

The living room is very small and has a square table on it. At this moment, the eldest sister Qiu Hongye is lying on the table with her head down, doing her homework. A dim tungsten filament light bulb hangs from the ceiling, swaying gently in the wind.

Qiu Huoming's heart softened. These two sisters were so cute. Where can you find such polite children?

He put on his cotton jacket and cotton trousers, bent down and took out a spittoon from under the bed, emptied the water in his stomach, then buttoned his clothes comfortably and walked towards the door.

The eldest sister was a little surprised by his initiative to show goodwill, and then she felt a little uneasy, after all, her brother had just recovered from a high fever.

"Your brother is not well yet, and you keep complaining when I ask you to do something. I work so hard to come back and cook for you, why don't you say anything?"

"Jianshe, his aunt, are you home?"

One side of the bed was against the wall, and there was an old wooden table at the head of the bed with a white light bulb hanging above it. There was a wooden chair next to it. This was where he usually read and wrote.

The little sister skipped into the kitchen and brought in a bowl of fragrant fried Chinese mustard greens.

There is also a small table on the ground, a small stool without a chair, and a schoolbag on it. This is my younger sister's desk.

Seeing the air pressure in the room dropping, Qiu Huoming suddenly smiled and said, "When I recover from my illness, I will also participate in the labor."

He bent down and took out a worn schoolbag from under the table. Inside the bag were a few notebooks, Chinese and math textbooks, and a rusty pencil case.

In his previous life, not long after he was born, his parents left him to be raised by his grandparents in the countryside. Although his parents gave him a lot of money, his grandparents were old and his uncles had a lot of things to do at home, so they were unable to take care of him. He was almost raised in a free-range manner. If it weren't for his self-discipline, he probably wouldn't have been able to finish middle school.

He could count the opportunities like this for the family to sit down and eat together on one hand.

"Come sit down and eat." Seeing that the children were so sensible, Chen Suniang smiled and sat on the stool first. She picked up the bowl and picked up a piece of pickled mustard greens with chopsticks. The porridge was a little hot, so she drank it in small sips while turning the edge of the bowl.

Then she walked into the bedroom, took off her apron and hung it on the hook behind the door...

The elder sister's eyes turned red, and the younger sister timidly pulled at the corner of her clothes.

"Brother, Mom is calling you to get up for dinner." It was obvious that she was a little afraid of herself. When she saw him open his eyes, she quickly retracted her hand, turned around and ran out the door.

When I grew up, I found out that my parents had separated a long time ago and each had their own family, and I became the superfluous one...

He broke out in a cold sweat, then realized that this was his quirky little sister Qiu Hongshuang.

As for himself, he was shocked to find that he hadn't done his homework for a long time.

The eldest sister and the youngest sister both have student-style hairstyles and look somewhat similar to me. The Qiu family has good genes, and the children they gave birth to all have good-looking appearances.

"He has to work overtime, don't worry about him, I left some food for him." Chen Suniang tucked her scattered hair behind her ears, reached out to open the lid of the pot, put in a long-handled soup spoon, stirred the porridge, then grabbed the two sides of the round soup pot and carried it into the living room.

She is 11 years old and is in the fourth grade of primary school.

While running, he shouted: "Mom, my brother is awake."

There were not many books on the table. He saw physics and chemistry textbooks. The high school had been divided into classes, and he chose the science class.

When the younger sister saw her elder sister say thank you, she also quickly said, "Thank you, brother."

The book was very new. It was a new textbook that he had just received when he reported to school two weeks ago. Qiu Huoming had just flipped through a few pages of the book when he heard someone knocking on the door.

When he has time, he will repair the guitar. Back then, he was also a typical music intellectual in college.

Qiu Huoming then got up, feeling a lot more relaxed. Although this man was a loser, his physique was really good. It seemed that most of his later illnesses were caused by mental illness.

Just as he was thinking about why he came here so late, the door opened and Chen Suniang's voice came, "His uncle is here, come in and sit down, Lao Qiu is not back from overtime yet."

In a daze, a pair of small hands were patting his face. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a small face with fair skin close to his face, and a pair of bright eyes like black grapes were looking at him without blinking.

"No, I'm fine." Qiu Huoming walked into the living room.

"Then I'll come again tomorrow." Qiu Jianjun put down the bag of fruit in his hand, turned around and left.

What followed was some pulling and polite conversation between the two.

As Qiu Huoming listened, he suddenly remembered why he came here this time.