My name is Liu Zhi, I am 59 years old and I am a teacher.
I was born in an ordinary rural family, with four brothers and sisters, and my father and mother are in their 80s.
Our village is quite large, with three or four thousand people. There are mainly four big surnames of Zhang, Wang, Liang and Liu, and there are not many other surnames, which are considered small surnames.
The big and small things in the village are controlled by these four big surnames, and the small families have almost no part to speak.
For as long as I can remember, the old man of the Zhang family has been the branch secretary of our village. He has a serious face and never speaks easily. I have the impression that he is always frowning and very majestic, which makes people feel frightened unconsciously.
Perhaps because of the high composition of our family (rich peasants), when it snowed in winter, my father was called out by the village loudspeaker to go out to clear the snow; At school, the annual opening of the school became the most fearful and shameful thing for me, so much so that later the head teacher could not bear to ask me again, and directly wrote "rich peasants". At that time, it was as if he was the old man who had 100 acres of fertile land and a helper at home and lived by exploiting people. Therefore, later reflexively, when I saw the village party secretary, I had an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Fortunately, my grandfather participated in the Volunteer Army to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, was still a member of the Communist Party, and used to be a judge, which is also the only consolation for me, a landlord's little cub.
At that time, there was only one kang in our house, and it was not big, and it was really impossible to squeeze six of us to sleep, so I, the second girl, walked from the east of the village to the west of the village every day to sleep at my grandparents' house.
Grandma and the branch secretary's family get along very well, not only because the branch secretary's wife is the daughter of the Liu family, but also because the grandmother will come to work.
My grandmother's house and the secretary's house are only separated by a wall, and they are both ten acres of large yards. The door of my grandmother's house was a fence made of fine wood, which creaked and creaked, and then there was a large vegetable garden, with a long, narrow path on the right that led to the five caves. Three of the five caves are inhabited, and the other two are enclosed with cattle and sheep.
The door of the scrivener's house is a gate made of thick wooden planks with large round iron rivets on the top. Although it is a wood color, it also looks very powerful.
The scrivener's house also has five caves, and the yard does not look as spacious as the courtyard of my grandmother's house. There is a dog at home, I haven't been in it, that's the general impression.
He has five sons and one daughter. The eldest and second always came to sleep with my grandmother and grandfather, saying that their house couldn't be crowded.
According to the village relatives, the branch secretary married a girl from the Liu family, so his children called me grandma, grandpa, uncle and grandma. Although they are village relatives, the two families come and go like this, the children run around and the grandparents scream, and when I was a child, I even felt that my grandmother was closer to them.
Grandma's garden is very large, except for some corn, everything else is a rectangular vegetable bed, and all kinds of vegetables are grown. Tomatoes alone can grow five or six vegetable furrows, and when the tomatoes are ripe and give off an attractive red color, the cucumber tops are green and tender, and the fragrance wafts from it, which is the most painful time for me.
Grandma's yard is pitifully small, leaving only the sheep intestine path that people walk, and even the open-air toilet is also repaired in the garden.
I went to sleep with my grandparents every day, and when I went to the toilet at night, I was hungry to see the red lantern-like tomatoes waving to me, the tender and crisp cucumbers trying to pull my hand, and the pink radishes that seemed to smile at me. Forget the fear of the night when the night is dark and the wind is high, and the corn leaves are eerily rattling. My father, who accompanied me to the toilet, never agreed to my request except to scold me and dislike me for a long time in the toilet, picking a tomato and a cucumber to satisfy my cravings.
However, I always saw my grandmother send baskets and baskets of big and red tomatoes, baskets of green and tender cucumbers, and baskets of pink radishes with leaves to the neighbor's branch secretary's house. Then come back with the empty blue seed.
No one cares how attractive these things that can be picked up to satisfy hunger in that era of scarcity of materials are to a child whose family is sometimes in a green and yellow family. But no one would care how hurt my heart was at that time.
On the other hand, the daughter of the old branch scrivener is four years younger than me, and when he was a child, he was often held by his father or brothers, going to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy snacks, buy candy, and wear beautiful clothes, which is out of reach for girls like me, and his heart is always full of envy.
Time flies, the eldest son of the old branch scrivener graduated from high school and went to the army, I don't know how many years he has been gone, I only remember that when he came back, he went to the township to drive the secretary of the township party committee.
Later, she married a teacher who taught in our village and gave birth to a son and a daughter.
At that time, I happened to graduate from the normal school and returned to the village for an internship, teaching in the same school as the eldest daughter-in-law of the old branch secretary. She is a very good person, but the female generation is a man's character. He speaks and acts cleanly and is very respected. Not only did the principal give her face, but several private teachers also always surrounded her.
Within a few years, the old party secretary was too old, and his eldest son took over his class and became the party secretary of our village, which is said to have been voted for.
The branch secretary sometimes came to school and often joked with other female teachers, but he rarely joked with me and respected me very much. Is it because we slept on a kang when we were children, and how many different emotions were? Or is it because I'm his son's teacher? Unknown.
Or maybe it's because I remember one year in the lunar month, a thief from my village who had just been released from prison came to my grandmother's house in the middle of the night to steal sheep. In the moonlight, we could see very clearly his pale and bloodless face, with a black rabbitskin hat on his head, walking unhurriedly past the window of my grandmother's house.
Grandpa slept in the cattle feeding room, and me, grandma, the eldest and second secretary of the branch, the four of us shrank into a ball in fright. No one dared to squeak. I watched the thief leave with the big ewe on his shoulder. When the thief walked away, grandma shouted to catch the thief!
Such an embarrassment, who is a little embarrassed to think about it, after all, he was the oldest man at that time.
I didn't stay long in the village, and someone was protecting the third son of the old branch secretary. said that the branch secretary had taken a fancy to me and intended to match me with his third brother. His third brother is a volunteer, and he also drives for the leaders in the army, and he says that he is very good.
Grandma and grandpa couldn't agree anymore, and neither of them spoke. Because the old branch secretary and my father didn't know whether it was a joke or a real thing, when many people on the other side of the street said that if my father married my sister to his second son, he immediately took off the watch on his wrist as a token of kinship, and then there was no follow-up. Grandma always talks about it, and regrets that she couldn't get close to the branch secretary.
Now I can finally marry the branch secretary's family again, and the opportunity is rare, so I keep asking my parents to hurry up and set up a marriage for me.
Our family is a dead brain, and I am even more tendonal, and when I have someone in my heart, I no longer recognize anyone.
Later, I got married and left home, and I heard from my parents that the eldest son of the old branch secretary was sued by a descendant of our Liu family, and someone came down to investigate, which was related to returning farmland to forest.
In short, the eldest son of the old branch secretary is no longer the branch secretary of our village.
He was replaced by his own younger brother, the second son of the old branch secretary.
The second son of the old branch secretary is humorous and very affinity, and the old and young people in the village all buy his account. I also took good care of my grandparents.
When I went back to the village to chat at the school, I learned that the fourth son of the branch secretary had married a teacher at the school, and she was already working as a temporary substitute teacher in the school when I was there. People are nice and don't talk much. I heard people say behind their backs that her parents have been stained with a lot of light from her in-laws. But two young people, no matter how compatible their parents are, have been separated from each other for a long time, and finally cheating on the man and asking the woman for divorce.
The daughter of the old branch secretary has been regarded by her parents as a pearl in the palm of her hand since she was a child, and has developed an arrogant and lame character. When I was studying, I didn't study well, and I often took a few girls to bully girls from other villages who went to school in our village.
barely reached the second year of junior high school, and dropped out of school. Later, someone matched up to marry a full-time postman in the township, and the postman's father was also a postman, and the mistress of the family died early. The old branch secretary planned for his daughter, and each person spent the salary of two postmen and lived a good life.
But when the nephew of the old branch secretary was 12 years old, his daughter hooked up with a handsome man in the village who already had a family. divorced from her husband, who had a fixed salary.
This incident made a lot of noise in the village, but the daughter of the old branch secretary didn't feel ashamed, and actually took advantage of the conflict between the wife and husband of the cheating object to return to her parents' house, and took the opportunity to live in the cheating object's house.
As the saying goes, if a woman is shameless, she can sweep the world. In the end, the wife of the cheating partner was humiliated and divorced directly.
It's a pity that her own children didn't call her mom for a few years, and the old branch secretary couldn't control her daughter's anger and trembled, and she suddenly died of a cerebral hemorrhage. The widow of the old branch secretary has not let her daughter come to the door for ten years.
She often said that the family unfortunately raised this girl, and lost the face of the old Zhang family. Until the year before her death, her daughter wanted to see her for the last time, she closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to take a second look at this unfilial daughter who made her lose face, and finally died, and did not forgive her daughter until she died.
There is reincarnation in the way of heaven, who does the sky forgive? Unexpectedly, her husband, who had lost face, got involved with a daughter-in-law in the village who married back from other places in less than two years. For this reason, they often fought, and she was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, but she did not dare to cry out loud, and often buried her head in an empty tank and cried secretly.
There is a saying: You cannot live if you do your own evil.
In this life, be honest and cautious, otherwise, the king of heaven will not be able to save you. Like this lord who can't cry out loud after being beaten, even if she has five brothers, who can save her from fire and water?