During this year's Spring Festival, I missed the opportunity to go home due to work, and I didn't finish work until the 10th day of the first lunar month. When my daughter-in-law asked me if I planned to go home because my child was about to start school on the 16th, my answer was unquestionable: "Of course I want to go back!"."I've been busy every day for a year, and now that I finally have some free time, how can I not go home?
My parents are old, and I don't want to leave any regrets for the rest of my life. I was only able to stay for four days, but it was a precious time for me.
I called the family ** in advance, and when the car turned into the cement road at the entrance of the village, my son shouted excitedly: "Dad, grandparents are waiting for you!."Sure enough, Mom and Dad stood under the big elm tree, looking at it with their necks stretched out, and waited on tiptoe. The wind blew the green scarf on my mother's head, and I could see her hair fluttering in the wind.
What are they doing on such a cold day!I complained, but my heart was sweet, and I couldn't help but speed up.
My parents didn't remember my license plate number, and they didn't recognize me until the car stopped. The son couldn't wait to rush out of the car door and pounced on the two old men. My father pulled the child and said with a smile: "Eldest grandson, he has grown taller again this year, and he is already a big young man!".The son affectionately touched his grandfather's head: "Grandpa, no matter how I grow up, I will always be your good grandson!."Then he turned to his grandmother: "Grandma, did you say?"The mother smiled and said, "Come into the house, it's so cold to stand outside." ”
My son brought his grandparents into the house, and my daughter-in-law and daughter also got out of the car. The mother reached out to hug her daughter, but couldn't. "Mom, you don't have a good waist, don't hug her. My daughter-in-law stopped. "Alas, this young man is not sensible. Mother sighed, "Sit down for a while and come down, it's too cold here." ”
When we entered the house as a family, my parents had already prepared a hearty meal and put it on the table steaming. I was hungry and unkind, so I washed my hands and started eating, chatting while eating.
Mother couldn't help but ask, "Taozi, have you seen Uncle?"I nodded, "See, he's talking to someone else, and when he sees us coming, he's leaving." The mother sighed: "Your brother, I haven't been home for the New Year for two years, and your uncle is so angry that he said in the village that he wants to break off the relationship." I said that he did it to himself, who told him to always calculate others, but I didn't expect that even his own son would ignore him when he was old. The father hurriedly advised the mother: "Don't talk about it, don't affect the mood of the children." ”
The feud between our family and my uncle stems from a piece of land. When my father and mother got married, my uncle had been married for many years, but he had never separated from his grandparents. It wasn't until after I was born that the number of people in my family increased and the conflicts increased, that I began to talk about separation. The uncle is good at life, his wife can speak well, and he has always been careful in everything. In contrast, my dad loves freedom and doesn't like trivial things, while my mom is not good at words and does everything according to my dad's arrangement.
In our village, the first step in dividing the family is to divide the land.
The land in our village is divided into three types, namely fertile land, second-class land, and wasteland. One acre of fertile land, one acre of secondary land, one acre of two tops, and one acre and a half of wasteland.
The problem lies in the fertile fields in front of our village.
There are three people in my uncle's family, three people in my family, plus grandparents, a total of eight people.
This fertile land was distributed according to eight people, and each household received six acres and four points of land.
The grandparents said that they were old and couldn't farm, so they divided the fertile land between two of us, each with three acres and two acres.
When dividing the field, the grandfather and grandson took a tape measure to measure it, and determined the dividing line according to the boundary stone.
When I came back, my dad muttered that my aunt had gone too. My mother didn't take it seriously, saying that she was probably afraid of losing money and wanted to go through the motions.
In the first year of harvesting, my uncle's family received thirty-four bags, but my family only had twenty-eight bags.
My mom began to wonder why there was such a big difference in yield with the same land, the same seeds, and the same water and fertilizer. That's six bags of wheat, a whole 600 catties!
My dad said that maybe the chemical fertilizer used by the uncle's family is better.
My mom took my dad's word for it, and the next year she used the same fertilizer, and my uncle's family collected five more bags than us.
When the corn seedlings emerged, my mother sat on the ground and thought of a way, using a hoe as a ruler to measure step by step. It turned out that the uncle's land was two rows more than ours, which was equivalent to the area of one-third of the land.
My mom angrily went to the uncle to theorize.
The eldest aunt said, "The land belongs to his grandfather, and you look for him." ”
My mom went to my grandpa, but he wasn't at home, so she reasoned with my grandma.
Grandma only said, "Since ancient times, crying children have milk to eat." ”
My mother told my grandmother that the grain for those two years would be harvested, but the land would have to be distributed separately.
My grandmother told my aunt, but my aunt came to my door and scolded me for three days.
In short, the eldest aunt took advantage of this and refused to redivide the land, and our family had no argument. Since then, the relationship between the two families has been separated, and after the death of grandparents, the contact was completely severed.
It has been nearly 20 years since the two families have not interacted with each other.
My cousin didn't call me dad when he got married, and I didn't call my uncle when I got married.
My cousin is three years older than me and is now a grandfather.
The uncle and aunt, like most of the old people in the village, became left-behind old people.
At first, the cousin's family came back for the New Year's holiday, but when the children got married, they could only take care of one head, so they abandoned the old man.
Every festival, the uncle and the aunt stood at the entrance of the village and looked at the road, although they knew that the cousin would not come back.
One day when it was snowing heavily, my mom and I stood in the alley and watched our children play in the snow. Suddenly, someone shouted: "Come and do me a favor, Uncle fell down the steps ......."”
I was startled and wanted to help, but my mom stopped me: "You go and call someone, I'll help." ”
When we went, we saw the uncle lying on the ground, his face distorted, and his left leg bent, probably broken.
My mother stopped my aunt's movement and called first aid**, but learned that the ambulance could not reach due to heavy snow.
My aunt cried and asked what to do, and my mother arranged for someone to find a straight stick to fix the injured leg, and then planned to send the uncle to the hospital.
We lifted the uncle**, and the son suggested using the bed board as a sled, which was really fast and effective.
Finally sent the uncle to the hospital, he went into the operating room.
After returning home, my parents discussed with my aunt to send dumplings, hoping to resolve the misunderstanding.
When I asked my mom why she wanted to help my aunt, she smiled and said, "You should know how to be grateful when you live in good times, and help each other when you are in trouble." What's more, blood is thicker than water, and family affection is difficult to give up. ”