When I was a child, I lived in an old shack of 50 square meters, with two rooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. Apart from the wind and rain, it is inconvenient to go out. In order to save water, we have to urinate in the public toilet outside.
My mother goes to work, he cooks at home, stews the leftovers in the pot at noon, does not wash the pots and bowls after eating, and uses them at night to save water.
Eating watermelon in summer, half broken, can turn the watermelon pulp inside into white, and then pour the food in to eat, saving washing water.
My father is a political cadre, and he doesn't know much about science and engineering, but he is courageous and dare to do it. One day, I felt that the pressure cooker was a waste of heat energy, so I blocked the exhaust hole of the pressure cooker with iron wire, which caused the pressure cooker to explode, and the small kitchen built by asbestos tiles in the yard also exploded, and the roof was covered with rice. The high-pressure pot cover was deformed by explosion. Knock with a small hammer all afternoon, and then use it.
Eating fish, the scales are not scraped, the internal organs are burned together, and the smell is full. Eat chicken, chew bones, suck repeatedly, spit residue. All animals and plants to be skinned and eaten should be washed and eaten with their skins. No peeling. It's a waste.
The soles of the whole family's shoes were worn out and the rubber glue stuck. The upper is broken, and the nail is leather canvas, which is very industrial punk. I still wear the yellow sneakers I sent as a soldier in the early 1960 s, which is full of retro feeling.
In the 1990s, my dad worked as an administrative section chief in the unit, and city leaders came to the factory for investigation. The director arranged for him to buy some beautiful ashtrays in advance and put them in the conference room. He cut some ashtrays out of green plastic bottles and put them directly in the conference room in an attempt to save the country's money. At the meeting, the director flew into a rage when he saw the ashtray and felt humiliated. Later, he sent my father to a subordinate factory as a secretary. How many years later, I heard that the director had many economic problems, so what.
It is hard to get a porridge and a meal from an early age, and it is difficult to have a little perseverance. He tried to teach, but I didn't. At present, my only instinct is that there is not a grain of rice in my rice bowl. When I see the oily soup on the empty plate and the soup spilled on the dining table, I want to lick it. I've been thinking about whether to pass it on to my son.
The old man is 82 years old and has experienced the most difficult years in the Republic. I can understand that.
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When I was in primary school, chestnuts were distributed in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the old people's unit. Chestnuts are packed in plastic baskets and put in my little bedroom. There is a small storage room in the bedroom. The next morning, the old man found that there were no chestnuts, asked me if I had eaten them, and answered no, so he looked for chestnuts everywhere at home. Five catties of raw chestnuts, that's a lot, but I can't find them anywhere.
Later, the old man doubted whether there would be a mouse hole in the storeroom, and then he found a mouse hole on the wall of the storeroom. The old man dug in by hand, and all the mice were moved into the hole overnight. The mouse robbed chestnuts, and the old man, a thrifty man, took it all out at one breath and basked in the sun for two days without delay!
I beat a few big mice with a mousetrap, skinned them and braised them in brown sauce, which made me know that mouse meat is almost all lean meat, but there are also many bones. I came home from work and the whole person was blown up. I want to throw away the pot of mouse meat I used! Fortunately, the old man is witty, using that kind of aluminum lunch box and cooking it slowly on the coal stove.
My brother-in-law, the old man's own brother. I work as a teacher in a primary school in my hometown. One winter, I went to work in the city and stayed at his eldest brother's house. The next morning, my mother bought a soup bag for my brother-in-law for breakfast. The soup filling bag is thick with juice, and the greasy soup is all in your hand when you go down. Brother-in-law swallowed the steamed stuffed bun, rubbed it with his hands full of oily soup, and then rubbed it repeatedly on his slender face with his greasy hands. I'm stupid enough to do this kind of operation! Brother-in-law calmly told me that it was cold, and the skin wouldn't be chapped if he applied some oil. The old man next to him nodded deeply. What a pair of good brothers!
When I came here, those frugal things rarely happened. But it will also be useful. My son is always the best at making handicrafts at school. Contact since childhood, waste utilization handy.