The cannon fodder just wants to survive until the end

Chapter 199: Bright Moon (Extra)

I was born in a place called Taohua Village. It was beautiful but also very poor. My father passed away unexpectedly on the day I was born, and my mother passed away one month after I was born.

However, my mother committed suicide. People in the village said that I was an unlucky child because both my parents died when I was born. People in the village had a hard time. Raising one more child was a burden to them.

Some people in the village wanted to send me to an orphanage, but the nearest orphanage was dozens of kilometers away from our village, so the proposal was rejected.

There was an old lady living alone in the village who took pity on me and took me in. The village chief was afraid that people would starve to death in the village, so he allocated some food every year to help us.

My mother-in-law named me Xiaohua. I don’t have any other surname. I know my parents’ surnames, but I always feel a little sorry for my mother-in-law.

My mother-in-law is very capable. She can do everything, from braiding palm leaves to weaving things. She says that I am a treasure given to her by God, but I don’t really believe it because other people say that I am a little devil who brings bad luck to her relatives.

My mother-in-law must be trying to coax me. Ever since I was old enough to understand, people in the village have not allowed their children to play with me. They all said so. I am so afraid that one day my mother-in-law will die. I don’t want her to die.

My mother-in-law would pick up bottles, cartons and other things to sell for money. She would use the money to buy me delicious food and also sell cloth to make beautiful clothes.

So after I grew up, I followed my mother-in-law to pick up trash, hoping to get more money so that I could buy more delicious food for her.

Later, as I grew up, the village became more and more prosperous, and the peach blossoms in the village attracted many tourists every year. It was the first time I saw outsiders coming here. Each of them was dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, as if they were from a different world from me.

I didn't dare get close to them. When I saw them I was afraid that I would destroy their harmony and make the whole picture look bad.

The village chief is a good man. Since the village has become prosperous, the elderly and orphans in the village have received a little subsidy every month, which is great.

But my mother-in-law is old and she is sick. I often see her vomiting blood, so I asked the village chief to help take my mother-in-law to the hospital, but my mother-in-law was unwilling.

My mother-in-law said she knew her own body and there was no need to go to the hospital and waste money.

Sometimes I think, money is such a good thing. Yes, we don’t have much money. I begged my mother-in-law to go see a doctor, but she didn’t go in the end.

My mother-in-law started to change. She used to do things slowly, but now she has become much more eager. She also taught me everything she knows.

I felt a little sad at that time, but I wasn’t quite sure why. Later, my mother-in-law died one winter. I still remember that winter was very cold.

Before she died, my mother-in-law gave me all the money she had saved, a total of 20,000 yuan, which she saved bit by bit. She said that I should work hard to pick up more bottles in the future so that I could go to school for a few more years.

I realized that my mother-in-law was going to leave, and I would be alone. I cried so hard that day. Why couldn't such a good mother-in-law stay with me forever? I was a little convinced that I was a person who was unlucky in marriage. I hated myself a little.

The village chief uncle helped to handle my mother-in-law's funeral. I kept vigil over her spirit. She raised me, so it was my responsibility to see her off.

Because I was a minor, the village chief again proposed to send me to an orphanage, but I was unwilling to leave the place where my mother-in-law was, so I knelt down in front of the village chief and begged him to let me stay in the village.

The village chief still relented and allowed me to stay. He still gave me a little subsidy every month. In fact, I know that this subsidy was given to me by the village chief himself.

I didn't say anything. I kept this kindness firmly in my heart and planned to repay the village chief in the future.

I was immersed in the sorrow of losing my mother-in-law, and did not study as she wished. I continued to repeat the path I had taken when she was still alive.

It was not until I was ten years old that the village chief discovered that there was an illiterate person like me under his jurisdiction. He was very upset and took me to complete the enrollment procedures for the village primary school overnight. I could only study among a group of children who were a few years younger than me.

The difference is that other kids would go home happily after school, but I would pick up trash around me.

The moment I came into contact with knowledge, I found it very interesting. It turned out that reading was such an interesting thing. So I decided that I wanted to read, I wanted to read a lot of books, so I had to make money, and I had to pick up more bottles to sell.

I finished the first grade books very quickly. The teachers might have sympathized with me and were very nice to me. They answered my questions gently. After knowing that I had finished the first grade books, they gave me a set of second grade books.

Just then a group of people came to the village. The teachers told me that they were here to film a variety show and would be on TV. I knew about TV. There was a TV in the classroom, and each class could take turns watching cartoons every two weeks.

Out of curiosity, I took a look at how they filmed, and it turned out that the black cylindrical thing was a camera.

It turns out that those people are what people call stars. Their children are so cute. They must be very happy, and they must be able to read a lot of books.

I discovered a new business opportunity. It turns out that people would buy the things I made with straw. This is really great. So when I was not studying, I would also weave some straw things to sell, and I would also pick up some bottles and cardboard boxes.

One day when I was at school, I found out that our teacher had become one of the people who came to record the show, and her son came with her.

I didn't really care what they were going to do. I just read the books I wanted to read and weaved my straw. But I didn't expect that the kid who came to record the show would actually talk to me on his own initiative.

"Sister, what's your name? My name is Zong Ye, you can also call me Xiao Zongzi. You haven't said anything this whole time, is it because they are too childish?"

Young Master is so naive, is it possible that I don’t like to talk? I didn’t say anything, but just continued to look at the book in my hand.

The young master didn't feel that I ignored him. Instead, he talked even more excitedly. I didn't know how to talk to him for a moment.

I'm not good at communicating with children.

After class, I will prepare a straw weaving for him. The people who bought my straw weavings before were basically city dwellers who came to travel. I think the young master would like it too.

"You can play this."

I gave the straw weaving to the young master.

"Wow, you are so amazing, so beautiful, how did you weave this, can you teach me? By the way, what's your name?"

The young master exclaimed. I looked at the straw weaving I made for him. It wasn’t very beautiful. It was just the most common type of insect that I usually weave.