My biological father had a good hand and played it to pieces
The child asked me, among us who live in the countryside, is there an existence like the second uncle in **?I thought for a moment and then replied, the second uncle you said was holding a bad hand in **, but he still persevered and worked hard to play a beautiful "flower";And my biological father, who lives with me in the countryside, is your grandfather, who played a good hand to pieces.
The child smiled and said, you are really ruthless, you dare to laugh at your biological father.
Well, then I'll tell you the story of my dad who played good cards to pieces.
When my father was eighteen years old, he went with the people of the village to build a reservoir in another county. However, he repaired to Bengbu, Anhui Province, and was introduced to the local water plant as a temporary worker.
Because he was handsome and intelligent, after two years of work, the unit informed him that he would be able to become a regular at the end of the year. However, towards the end of the year, the unit suddenly got busy. At this moment, he received a telegram saying that his father was seriously ill and needed him to return to his hometown in Henan as soon as possible. He did not hesitate to ask for leave to go home, but the team leader said that the end of the year was his inspection period, and if he went back, he would not think about becoming a regular.
My dad said, "I lost my job, I'll go back to farming." But if my son is gone, then it is really gone. I'm going home anyway!With that, he carried his bag and returned to his hometown with the food stamps he had saved for a long time. This time, my dad lost the opportunity to become a city man 60 years ago.
After taking care of his grandfather at home for half a year, he felt that the situation at home was too difficult when he saw his grandfather's condition improve. So, he took his sixty-year-old grandmother and fourteen-year-old sister-in-law to the Northeast. The reason for going to the Northeast was the father of a colleague he had worked at the water plant, and that colleague wrote to him that the Northeast was prosperous and had plenty of food, and that as long as he was willing to contribute, he would never go hungry. My dad asked for an address from a colleague and set out on his way to Tohoku.
Back then, people were honest and honest. My dad went to Tohoku and was warmly received by my colleague's father. They gave the man who had come to him like a beggar a barn to live in, and provided firewood and food. My colleague's father also took my father to the production team and asked him to follow a few old men to raise pigs.
Since my dad went to junior high school, he knew how to write and arithmetic, and he was diligent and capable, and he quickly rose to prominence in the team. He began to help with bookkeeping, and the village chief even asked my sister-in-law to work in the village mill, and two of the three earned their share. In this way, their lives quickly became different.
The village party secretary approached my father to discuss, and gave him a piece of the previously abandoned yard at the head of the village, and planned to let my father take over the old father of the family in the spring of the next year, so that the whole family could be reunited and settle down in this place as good as a granary.
My father was very happy to hear this, and it was a great blessing to be able to settle down in this good place after a very difficult life in those two years.
In the spring, when the yards at the head of the village were in good order, my father packed his belongings again, took my grandmother and sister-in-law, and took the roaring green train back to his hometown.
What is the reason?At first, my father didn't say anything, but then I heard my sister-in-law say that it was because the son of the village party secretary was interested in her and insisted on marrying her as a daughter-in-law.
Originally, it was nothing, but my father thought that my sister-in-law was only sixteen years old, and the son of the village party secretary was already in his twenties and thirties. When my dad heard this, he threw the bowl on the ground and shouted, "What is this?".Isn't this bullying?”
In this way, my father, who was already planning to settle down in the Northeast, hurriedly returned to my hometown in Henan.
My father fell short again, and it turned out that the girl who was engaged in the next village also married someone else.
My father was relieved to see this girl, because they didn't know each other very well.
Then, my dad started to be idle again and continued to be busy. In the early 80s, he became a purchaser in a small factory in our village, and then contracted the factory in the village by himself, and began to travel around the country, becoming one of the first people to get rich after the reform and opening up.
At the age of 36, he was in the prime of his life, married his 24-year-old young and beautiful mother, welcomed me a year later, and then had two younger sisters one after another.
At that time, everyone else had a hard time, but in my house, I already had a color TV and a washing machine. In the village, when many people didn't know what a sofa was, our family had built a new house with a leather sofa in it.
My dad's life was going up, but he always liked to toss. After he closed the small factory, he went to Zhengzhou, the provincial capital, and then rented a floor near the Erqi Pagoda to open an electrical appliance store. If all goes well, I should be a rich second generation by now.
The word "should" is always confusing in this world.
It may be that around 93, he closed the ** in the provincial capital, and then took over a former state-run cold drink factory on the outskirts of the city. From the perspective of investment at that time, the conditions of this factory are quite good, although the location is somewhat remote, but the transportation is convenient, the cost is low, and there are ready-made equipment in the factory. My dad started making champagne, ice water and popsicles. At that time, these things were still a novelty, and my dad even bought a dozen freezers at the city train station and gave them to the local commissary for free, provided that they sold drinks, ice water and popsicles from his factory.
I heard that business was booming at the time, but problems arose. He couldn't handle so much business on his own, so a friend introduced a friend of a friend to help with sales. At first, this man behaved very hard, but soon, he saw through that my father was a person who easily believed in people and lacked scheming. He took away three truckloads of goods in succession, claiming that the payment could not be recovered, which put the factory in financial difficulties.
And at this time, the friend of that friend, disappeared.
Even though my dad could have sued him, he didn't. He said that they were all friends of friends, friends of Sanli and Five Villages, and he must not have done it on purpose, he must have dared not come back because the loan was not repaid.
Until now, I said that the man had run away with the money, and tens of thousands of dollars was a lot of money at the time, but he still insisted: "Impossible, impossible, friend of a friend, how can it be such a person?".”
Although it has always been said that people who have been in society for a long time are shrewd, my dad seems to be an exception. His experience became more and more tortuous, and the more mixed up became more and more difficult, and eventually the factory could not continue to operate, so he had to transfer it. After several years of hard work, he was burdened with a lot of debts and finally chose to return to his hometown to work as a farmer.
The factory he transferred later produced popsicles and cold drinks that sold so well that they are still sold in local supermarkets today. Whenever I used such a popsicle to laugh at my dad, he always had a calm attitude and said, "What is this, it means that I have a good vision, but it is not good luck and it was difficult to get a loan at that time, which made things complicated." ”
Finally, I would like to say:
As soon as he got into trouble, it was decades. In the first few years of his hometown, he opened a hardware store and the business was quite prosperous. However, after only three or four years of operation, the business ended in disgrace due to the large number of debtors and poor cash turnover. To this day, I still have several ledgers at home that record uncollectible arrears, but the exact reasons are a long story, but that's another story.
Writing this, I feel a little tired. The dad I described who played a good hand is now old. He is eighty-three years old this year, and I gave him a ** just now, and his old man is lying on a recliner watching Douyin, happy.
I often jokingly said to my father: "Look at you, there are so many good opportunities in your life, all of which have been made for you to be beaten up, otherwise, I would be the heir to the family business now, right?"”
My father replied with a smile: "Life, luck is impermanent, go to **, count to **, and be at peace with what happens, what is there to worry about?".”
I think my life is not bad now, after saying this, I continued to look at my phone - it turned out that it was his third girl who uploaded ** on Douyin, and she was smiling happily in Douyin, it was his three-year-old granddaughter.
Alas, this old man who played a bad hand of cards had a young heart and lived happily every day. He may not have made a lot of money, but he thinks every day is something to be cherished.
Even though he was an old man who played badly, I still loved him deeply.