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    On June 29th, my mother and I set off from our hometown in Badan, and the eleven geese we brought back were brought back with us.

    On August 5th, I will continue to record what happened in July.  Let¡¯s start with June 30, 2015.

    On June 30, 2015, the factory where my father worked did not pay wages, but it was delayed until July 7, a week later.

    Father's salary was paid on July 7, 2015. Like last month, the salary was placed in an envelope, and the amount was more than 5,400 yuan.  In the afternoon when the wages were paid, my parents rushed to the Agricultural Bank in Jinjiaba Town to deposit money.  During the check-in process, the mother did not press the numbers in time, so the remaining 400 yuan was not saved, and the balance of the bank card was displayed as 2,600 yuan.  (This is carried out according to the previous regulations for my father, that is, 3,000 yuan is saved every month, and the remaining money is used for monthly living expenses).

    However, how should I put it, compared with the previous life state, it is more than enough, but obviously, am I happy?  Obviously not.  I remember that on July 4th, three days before my father¡¯s salary was paid, the boss of my father¡¯s factory came to the door of my father¡¯s dormitory and asked when my mother and I would leave the factory.  , visiting relatives can only stay for a few days at most.

    All of a sudden, a feeling of depending on others arises spontaneously.  For the next few days, although I stayed in the dormitory of the factory where my father worked with a thick face, I was not happy. I always felt that the feeling of chasing guests was lingering in my heart.  That's all, after all, it's only mentioned once and there's nothing more to say. It's my father who bothers me a lot.  My father loves to drink, and every time he finishes drinking, he yells at his mother about small things about sesame and mung beans.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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