I was especially favored at my grandmother's house, but not because I was cute, but because of a jar
In the blink of an eye, the autumn wind rose again, and the chill of the early morning gradually invaded my clothes.
Whenever this season comes, there is always a touch of longing in my heart, as if reminding me that I should prepare holiday gifts for my grandparents. It's a pity that after all these years, they're long gone.
Their longevity is enviable, but they can't ask for a definite secret. Mother concluded, maybe it is because of those eight words, always remember people are good, and know how to repay kindness.
Grandpa's family has always upheld this tradition. When I was young, I could feel the influence of this family style.
The village is relatively close to my grandmother's house, and now it only takes more than 20 minutes to drive to get there. However, in the eighties, there were only three options for going to grandma's house.
The first choice, bus No. 11, this is an old terrier, that is, walking, walking on two legs.
My mother recalls that when she first got married, she walked every time she went back to her parents' house. As soon as dawn began, I started the journey, all the way to my grandmother's house, just in time for a hearty breakfast.
In the countryside at that time, breakfast was regarded as the main meal of the day. Either to replenish the physical strength after working in the field, or to make sure that you have enough to eat before you have enough strength to work.
No matter where you go, you can only rely on two legs, and you need to walk to the market, go to appointments, and visit relatives and friends. And not only walking, but also often carrying things that are not light, which is a skill that has been cultivated since childhood.
Today, my mother is in her seventies, but her legs and feet are still very healthy. Walking is still fast, which makes us young people feel ashamed.
With the birth of my brother and I, it was no longer so easy to carry a child. Luckily, buses were already available at this time, making it easier to get around.
Another option is urban and rural passenger transport, which is that real bus. At that time, it was not officially called a bus, we all called it a bus.
There are morning, noon and evening buses every day, so you must arrive at the stop sign in advance to wait for the bus.
At that time, most of the bus drivers were employees of state-owned enterprises, and they were very proud. Although the train departs at a fixed point, the terminal is not strictly guarded, and the drivers have to rush home to shop, cook, and take care of the children, so they often leave the station early.
At that time, there was no GPS or Beidou navigation, once in the car, the driver was the uncle, and it was a good thing for everyone to go home early.
One of the significant problems with the bus is that it does not go directly to the village, only to the town where my grandmother is located. Once you get off the bus, you still need to walk for more than half an hour to reach your grandmother's house. 
The third mode of transportation appears during the New Year's holidays, and that is the 28 bars that our whole family uses, and they are square-seated.
The child was very interested in **, and when he mentioned the 81 bar, he asked me about the 28 bar. He felt that the name sounded more domineering than Bayi Bar, but why had he never seen it.
I had to tell him that the 28 bar was an old-fashioned gun, shaped like a bicycle, with a square seat, and fired by the feet by two-wheel drive.
My father bought this 28 bar in 70 years, which is said to have cost him four months' salary. My family still retains a black and white ** of my father holding this bicycle, and his expression at that time was described in four words as a flying eyebrow.
According to my father, when he rode this big bar back to the village, it caused a sensation comparable to driving a luxury car now.
The 28-bar was all the rage, with wheels up to 28 inches in diameter and a length of more than 71 centimeters when folded, making it very stable to ride and quite fast.
The frame has a triangular design, which makes full use of the most stable principle of the triangle. The most striking feature is the addition of a cross member, also known as a large bar, between the front of the car and the seats.
It is precisely because of this big bar that the problem of our family of four traveling together has been solved. 
Every year before the Mid-Autumn Festival and before the Spring Festival, it is a fixed tradition for us to send gifts to my grandmother's family, which has lasted for many years and has not been interrupted.
At this time, the father's strength was revealed.
Most of the Boxing items are hung from the handlebars of bicycles. My brother sat on the big bar in front of me, and my mother put her arm around me and sat on the square seat in the back. That's it, a bicycle, a family of four, all the gifts are done.
The reason why I put a lot of emphasis on square seats is because by the mid-to-late eighties, the back seats were basically elongated. And our square seat is really strong, it feels like it is welded with stainless steel, and there is no pressure to carry two or three hundred catties.
The biggest disadvantage is that it is comfortable to sit on its side, but when you ride it, you will feel pain at the base of your thighs.
I've always been puzzled by this, as if sitting sideways is the exclusive way for women or girls. If we men sit sideways, it will cause ridicule.
Our place used to be relatively poor, but the etiquette was never ambiguous.
Every Mid-Autumn Festival and before the Spring Festival, the son-in-law's door-to-door gift has become a grand event for the grandmother's family, and a formal banquet needs to be prepared.
Normally, the mother's three sisters all tacitly choose to go on the same day, so that a single visit can be completed. If you have an emergency, you may need to come back to a second or third session.
At that time, the average family did not have **, let alone a mobile phone.
Grandpa was one of the most senior elderly people in the village, and when he was young, he was injured by wheat hunting, resulting in deafness in both ears. Therefore, the housework was handed over to the uncle early on.
In order to welcome this feast, the uncle began to prepare the ingredients the day before. By the time we set off early the next morning, they were already busy blazing, frying, and frying.
We are fortunate to live in a rural area where even ordinary families can prepare a sumptuous feast.
We were greeted warmly by a whole family, including grandma and grandpa. My brother and I have become the most popular people because we are next generation, and it seems that we are connected.
Although Grandpa couldn't hear us, his face was full of joy, like a blooming flower.
I never knew how many uncles there were. There are only two biological uncles, and the others are cousins or more distant relatives, and the uncles can't sit down at every banquet.
Although the children were not allowed to eat at the main table as guests, my brother and I were a special case to find a little Maza to sit next to our father.
Another point worth mentioning is that grandma and aunts do not have dinner with us on such occasions, something that has been criticized on the Internet in recent years.
A formal occasion like this often has more than just one table. Generally speaking, the main table is dominated by men, and the son-in-law is the guest (pronounced "kei" in dialect), with the eldest uncle sitting in the main seat and the other uncles accompanying the table as a sign of respect for the guests.
Mothers and sisters, as well as aunts and uncles, often set up a separate table, and since rural families do not have several formal tables, their tables may have been borrowed from neighbors or improvised patchwork.
Of course, there are also cases where women don't go to the table, because it's a gathering of old men, and it's inconvenient to discuss things. And they were so busy preparing the dishes that they couldn't wait for all the dishes to be ready. By the time all the dishes were ready, they were too tired to have an appetite.
It is undeniable that there is the influence of stereotypes of male superiority and inferiority. However, in the environment in which I currently live, this is largely gone.
Arranging the seats in the order of the host and guest has always been a rather tedious task. However, once a habit is formed and everyone finds their place, things are less complicated.
I don't care what they say. I just feel that they treated my father with more respect than ordinary kinship.
This feeling has been felt since I was a child, and it has lasted for many years, and it is only recently that I have figured out why.
When I was very young, I remember that my father was different from other villagers.
The villagers were busy with the fields all day, and my father had to go out to work every day, and he usually only had a break at home on Sundays. In fact, he couldn't really rest at home, because there was still a lot of work to be done in the fields.
My father caught up with the National ** Movement before graduating from junior high school, and after returning home, he studied with the accounting of the brigade and quickly mastered the basic accounting business.
Because of this skill, when our family built a ceramic factory more than 20 miles away from the village, my father successfully worked as a foreman with a monthly salary of 18 yuan.
By the time I begin to remember a little, my father had been working in the factory for many years.
I vividly remember that people from the village often came to my father in my family, as if they were in need. It didn't take long for them to come back specifically to thank their father.
Later, I figured out that they were looking for my father to buy a large grain tank.
Around 1983, the household responsibility system began to be implemented in rural areas, which meant that household food production increased.
Due to the increase in food, there is a need for a safe place to store it.
So the question arises, should the food be placed in the first place to ensure safety?The container needs to be moisture-proof, moisture-proof, pest-bite-proof, and have a large capacity that can be used for a long time.
And the most suitable container is the large grain tank. 
My father's factory specializes in producing these large grain tanks, which are very sought-after. These tanks are very thick, with a maximum height of more than one meter, and a large capacity, making them ideal for storing grain.
At that time, it was not possible to buy vats with money, and a village did not get much of it. The family that can buy a large vat is a big deal, and the whole family will be happy about it.
Because, food security means family security.
The people who are looking for my father to buy a vat are not limited to our village. Grandma's uncles were also the main buyers of the vats.
A few years ago, when I had dinner at my uncle's house, a cousin in his eighties still happily recalled the past. He said, when we went to your father to buy a cylinder, you were still in the factory, and you were only so small!
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and measured it, and said a little exaggeratedly that I was not even two years old at that time.
I struggled to recall that there was such a thing, probably when I was five or six years old. 
I've always been eager to see the vat being made, and my father promised to take me to see it when he had time.
At that time, we lived in a real rural area, and the whole village didn't even have a commissary. However, the place where my father's factory was located was much more prosperous, after all, it was a place where industrial and mining enterprises were concentrated.
From the current point of view, the place is an industrial park, like a small town.
We chose to arrive at our destination in the afternoon, when it was getting dark. My father even went to the factory canteen and asked the chef to stir-fry two dishes for me. It was really face-wrenching and gave me my first taste of the craftsmanship of a professional chef.
The taste of the dish is even more delicious than the village feast.
I spent the night in my father's dormitory, and he told me that he would take me to see the process of making the cylinders early tomorrow morning.
The so-called roller cylinder refers to the process in which the fired vats need to be transferred from the kiln to the warehouse storage yard. This is a huge project that requires the use of all the labor force in the plant, including the plant manager.
The next morning, just after dawn, I was pulled out of the bed by my father, who then handed me over to a female apprentice and put her in charge of watching me.
It was such a shocking scene that I still remember it vividly.
Countless people lined up in a long line of three or four lines. Starting from the kiln, they tilted the vat forty or fifty degrees, taking advantage of the rounded nature of the bottom of the vat, and began to roll outward with force. After rolling for a few meters, the vat is handed over to the next person, and so on, without any tools, like turning a top, the vat is safely rolled to the reserve field a few hundred meters away.
The atmosphere of this labor is really moving, there is no shouting, no command, but there is a full tacit understanding. The vat rumbled as it rolled on the ground, and the dust that ran over the ground filled the air.
The power of the people is great, this way not only saves time and effort, but also tests the quality of the vat. Once there is a defective product that is not fired well, it is likely to reveal problems in the process of transfer.
It took more than an hour for this furnace to roll out.
Due to the high demand, there are different kiln cylinders every morning, and each cylinder rolling process takes more than an hour.
It was indeed an extremely strenuous task, and if I were to do it, I would not be able to hold ten cylinders.
Walking towards me were the director and secretary of the factory, two middle-aged men in their forties and fifties, dressed in overalls, who whipped the dust off their bodies with gray towels as they walked.
If my father hadn't introduced me to call them uncle, I wouldn't have seen that they were the top leaders of this factory.
I don't understand why the human body was so strong at that time. After more than an hour of heavy work, they did not complain at all, but were full of interest. Maybe it's because you can enjoy a delicious meal after work?
This time, my father did not take me to the cafeteria, but took me outside the factory.
I was excited by the labor atmosphere of the cylinder just now, and when I came out, I found that the weather was a little cold. In front of a breakfast stall across the street from the factory, I drank white porridge that I couldn't drink enough in my life.
At that time, we didn't make such breakfast in our village, and it was the first time I tasted it.
This is a local specialty, where millet and soybeans are ground together into a slurry and then roasted into white porridge. Despite the name, it is a white porridge, but the actual color is slightly yellowish.
The white porridge will be sprinkled with a layer of salty, salty, soft and glutinous beans, so that the light white porridge instantly adds a salty and fragrant taste.
From the very first sip, this taste is deeply ingrained in my soul, and it has become an appetite that I cultivated as a child, and it will never change for a lifetime.
This white porridge not only has a strong and fragrant taste, but also rich in nutrients and delicate taste, and has a good effect of warming the stomach and warming the stomach. It is the best breakfast choice for both the elderly and children.
A bowl of white porridge is drunk cleanly, plus a few crispy small fritters, this breakfast is really satisfying.
When I left my hometown when I grew up, what I missed the most was white porridge, which was a deep longing for my hometown.
Just as we were about to leave, a voice came from behind us, "Oops, I've finally found you." There was a hint of anxiety and joy in his voice.
Looking back, I was a little confused because I didn't know him!Four or five plainly dressed but neat gentlemen.
My father was also a little confused, apparently he didn't know these people either. After introducing each other, I learned that they were several cousins in my grandmother's family.
Because we don't usually see each other, we don't recognize each other.
They arrived before dawn, the factory door had not yet opened, and the security department would not let them enter the factory, so they waited on the side of the road. If it weren't for the sake of giving me a bowl of white porridge, they probably didn't know when it would have to be.
Because at that time, the people who bought the cylinders were in a long queue at the factory gate.
The eighty-year-old cousin said: "If it weren't for your father's help, so many families in the village would have been able to buy cylinders?"Without tanks, food cannot be stored. Don't look at how little you come back, but the people in the village are thinking about your goodness!”
I seemed to understand why so many uncles were so friendly to us, and it turned out that it was my father's help that planted the seeds of return.
Every time my uncles mentioned this, my father always felt that he couldn't bear their memory.
Since ancient times, it is not intended to repay kindness, it is all from one's own family, and it is natural to help. Unexpectedly, decades have passed, and people still remember it.
Later, I heard from my father that it was not easy for him to help these relatives buy cylinders. After all, resources are limited, and even the employees in the factory can only enjoy a limited share.
For the sake of a mouthful of vats, my father worked overtime for others, helped people run errands, invited people to eat, and worked hard.
Speaking of this, Uncle Qin became very interested and pulled us into the bedroom next to us. As soon as I entered, there were five or six large vats on the wall, which were filled with all kinds of grain.
After my cousin and cousin got married, this room was vacant, but I didn't expect my uncle to transform it into a granary.
The uncle said, "Look at this vat, it's been thirty or forty years, and there has been no change at all. I asked my uncle why he had saved so much food. He said, "Don't you understand?"There is food at home, and there is no panic in my heart. Sometimes you can't buy food even if you have gold. ”
The uncle said, "We don't want that day, but if there is, you can't store much food in the city, and what I have here will come in handy." ”
Now that I think about it, my uncle's words may not be superfluous.
As the years passed, the global food problem became more and more serious. Perhaps the vats in this village will still play a role in the future.
I don't know if they will tell the next generation about the hardships of buying these cylinders back then.