Speaking of aunts and uncles, it's just relative to my childhood. The first time he entered my impression that he was not old, he should only be in his 40s. Nowadays, diligence and thrift are advocated on many occasions, which makes me think more of my old uncle. At that time, one of the words that he often said in front of our younger generation was to build the country with diligence and thrift. At that time, he was ignorant of it, and it was not until later that he realized that it was a famous saying of great men that was being practiced all over the country. My uncle is an ordinary man. I remember him as a small leader in the coal mine. Later, when I grew up, I learned that he was a cadre of the supply department of Li No.2 Coal Mine at that time, and today, in fashionable words, he is a white-collar worker of the enterprise. Uncle has dark skin, a long face and a broad forehead. Always comb your hair neatly and wear a neat Mao suit. My uncle studied in a private school in his hometown when he was a toddler. He was the first person I saw to read and write with glasses when I was a child. At a time when it was difficult for people to read and read, my uncle's peers had a deep-rooted sense of mystery and sanctity in learning, and they always thought that people with ink in their bellies were respected and knowledgeable. What interests me about my uncle is the endless stories in his stomach. He never gets angry when he encounters things, and often makes good reasons. even when he sees that we are impatient, he is not tired and impatient, but intersperses the truth in the short story to attract us, until we nod and say yes. This makes my uncle always appear in front of me today when I see young parents yelling at their children or suffering easily. In the face of his uncle and his kind temper, who would have thought that he was a man of strict nature and never gave up his principles in case of trouble.
In the sixties and seventies of the last century when we were children, the living conditions of many families were not good. Eating some meat dishes was called a tooth-beating festival, and only relatives and friends would stir-fry a few more dishes to accompany the meal. And when adults drink and entertain guests, they always drive the children away. I'm afraid that the children will lose face if they don't have enough food on the plate after they taste it first. They are also worried that the children will look like they have no tutor when they gather around and stare at the table. Of course, our parents are no exception in such situations. But if the uncle comes, he will certainly make an exception. My uncle always smiled and waved and asked us to sit around and distribute the food to the children. He is happy and affectionate. But as a result of our joining, my uncle has less food and wine and a lot less food. Because he had enjoyed the wine, he would take a few sips and put down his glass, and three glasses would lead to the sea, probably because of alcohol, when his uncle talked the most. When it comes to being happy, my uncle will raise his head and laugh with relief. He always said that although the food was very palatable, he didn't like meat, so he picked up the wine and took a sip of it. He said that his favorite food is peanuts, which may be what Huainan says about this dish. At that time, we knew his painstaking efforts. All we knew was that we ate if you didn't eat. We ate a lot of meat and listened to my uncle's interesting story. What is particularly powerful is winter, when a large family sits together like a holiday. At that time, there was no living room, and in the outer room closer to the door, the large table with thermos and tea sets was pulled to the middle of the room and served. Children can also get a place with their backs facing the door and their bellies facing out. Because there is a fire next to the stove, the cool dishes can be heated up. This kind of family meal can last a little longer, and we can enjoy more of our uncle's spiritual feast. But at this time, my uncle's chopsticks are often limited to his favorite fried peanuts. It was only after thinking about it today that I realized that it was my uncle's bitter meat plan for us to enjoy our mouths.
What impressed me most about my uncle was what he taught us at the dinner table. Although he is kind by nature, he will be rude when he sees anyone wasting food. He could not see the rice grains sprinkled on the table or the rice left in the bowl. only then did we children feel the severity of our uncle. Even if we are in his house, our uncle will not worry that the children are visiting relatives and worry about blaming him for being stingy. Always let us eat every grain of rice in the bowl, and personally supervise who eats the cleanest. He told us the story of seven grains of rice at the dinner table at that time.
When we were a little older, my uncle always said that no matter you are rich or poor, you should be diligent and frugal and don't waste it. His mantra is not to get dirty. It may be out of deep reverence for him, coupled with the edification of childhood, that I can't see waste. So that today at the dinner table, I always unconsciously turn the bottom of the bowl upside down, never leaving a mouthful of rice or a grain of rice. No matter what occasion you eat, you will never stop eating, and you will not symbolically pick two bites and give up. Frugality and revolution has become a habit rather than a deliberate one. Although my uncle only talked about economy at that time, there was no word for packing, but if I had a lot of leftovers after a meal in a restaurant, I would certainly not hesitate to ask the waiter to pack the bags, so I was often ridiculed as poor. For this reason, I made a joke when I was a guest at a friend's house on a business trip. The local custom is popular to buckle the meal, but you can't see the guests eating at the bottom of the bowl. At that time, the host saw that I had just finished eating when I buckled another bowl of rice and two bowls of rice in a row. You can imagine how much my belly suffered.
Now my uncle has been away from us for several years, but his teachings have taken root in my heart, and diligence and frugality has become the creed of my life. My uncle's image of being serious, convincing people with reason, being kind to others, plain and grassroots is unforgettable and is still fresh in my memory.
Zong Weibo, Gubei Police Station, Huainan Public Security Bureau
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