In the old house in the backyard, I stumbled upon the secrets of my father and grandmother
In 1978, the spring breeze had not yet reached the remote villages.
When I was six years old, I loved running to an abandoned backyard to play, only to find a scene there that shocked me.
My father was a son-in-law, and all the relatives in the family died in the natural disaster for three years.
He grew up in a hundred family meals and wore hundreds of clothes for a living. It wasn't until he was eighteen years old that he took the initiative to find his grandmother and expressed his desire to become a son-in-law. On the one hand, it was to repay his grandmother's kindness to him, and on the other hand, he didn't want to be criticized by those mothers who were called Kefu after marrying.
My grandmother was a woman with a rough fate, widowed early, and raised her three daughters alone**.
In those days, it was highly discriminated against to be out of a household, let alone such a widow.
However, my grandmother didn't care about the gossip at all, she was thrifty, hard working, and took care of the whole family wholeheartedly.
My father was just a little beggar at the time, begging around the village.
Grandma was kind-hearted and would bring out some food to fill his stomach every day.
My mother was five years older than my father and also inherited my grandmother's beauty and kindness.
She also used to bring food to help my father, who couldn't eat.
My mother, who was also ill-fated, was widowed on the first night of her marriage.
The reason was that the man was drunk with pleasure and fell into a pond at his convenience after dropping off the guests.
My mother was sent back to my grandmother's house, leaving her with the stigma of Kefu. 
In those days, it was difficult for such a woman to marry again.
My father knelt in front of my grandmother and offered to be her son-in-law.
He vowed to be as filial to his grandmother as his own son, promising to make them all live well.
He was eighteen years old, my mother was twenty-three, and my grandmother was just over forty.
My grandmother thought about it carefully and finally agreed to my father and entrusted the family to him.
In the 70s, rural poverty was greater than most people could have imagined.
At that time, I didn't have enough to eat, and I wore patches one by one, and today's TV series can't interpret the poverty scene at that time.
Despite my father's ability, even then it was difficult to fill the stomach of the family of five.
My grandmother and mother were just as hardworking and capable, and she was wiser than my parents.
Although she was illiterate, she could often hear on the radio about changes in national policy.
At that time, I was a child, I didn't know anything about anything, and my daily theme was play.
One day, my friends and I got tired of playing and decided to explore the row of old houses in the backyard on a whim.
The backyard is my grandfather's ancestral property, and there are dozens or hundreds of years old houses there.
Some have partially collapsed, while others still retain their original adobe appearance.
I didn't know what fear was at that time.
I cautiously crawled over the earthen wall and slipped into the backyard through the weeds.
My heart was filled with excitement, as if there was a treasure waiting to be discovered.
I decided to start my expedition with two adobe houses that were still intact.
But when I got to the door, I was surprised to hear voices from inside.
Mother, shall we do this? If someone finds out, then.
Why are you so daring? Mother is not afraid, what are you afraid of as a big man? Do it well, hurry up and finish it! ”
As a young child, I had a lot of question marks in my head, what were my father and grandmother doing in the house?
Just listen to their response, and there is a creaking sound from the old house.
Curious, I ran to the window and looked through the window with a straw curtain.
My father was sweating profusely and pushing the mill like a donkey.
My grandmother, on the other hand, kept shaking the gauze and draining the soy milk.
There is also a large pot that is heating up and a box full of tofu next to it.
I rushed in in surprise and grabbed a piece of tofu and put it in my mouth.
At that time, tofu was a very scarce food.
My sudden appearance almost frightened my father, and my grandmother came over dissatisfied.
She pointed her finger at my head and said I almost scared them to death.
I thought it was the people from the village who came to arrest them.
At that time, the construction movement was not completely over.
Matters related to "speculation" and "digging into the foot of the socialist wall".
As long as someone finds out, they may be labeled with a major hat.
My grandmother loved listening to the radio and learned a bit about it.
She felt that the country's policy had begun to change.
In addition, the family is so poor that they can't support us.
So she grabbed my father and decided to do a "speculative reversal".
My grandmother has a lot of experience in tofu making and is a famous tofu craftsman.
Before she made a name for herself, she was rated as a middle peasant and eventually married my grandfather, a poor peasant.
Her tofu skills were also shelved and delayed for more than 20 years.
My grandmother asked me if the tofu was good? I replied that my grandmother's tofu was the best in the world.
She laughed, pushed me aside, and continued grinding tofu with my father in the old house. 
The next day, just after dawn, my father and grandmother walked out of the house with their picks.
In the evening, they returned home with a smile on their faces, each of them filled with the soybeans they had exchanged.
Even though my grandmother had more tofu than my father, she pulled out a handful of change from the soles of her shoes.
My grandmother, who had been sold for money, strengthened her idea, and our backyard became a small processing factory.
Soon after, my mother also joined the "pickers", and the three of them went out to sell tofu separately.
Although they were sometimes discovered, the village cadres chose to turn a blind eye.
Many people don't know that my grandmother would send some soy milk to the village cadres every day.
Locals sometimes don't want to strain relations for the sake of getting along.
With the spring breeze of reform sweeping across the land of China, the tofu business can be as you like.
My family is very busy, and people in the village also carry beans to exchange for tofu.
My father was so busy every day that he didn't touch the ground, delivering tofu everywhere.
By the 80s, my family had become one of the few wealthy families in the village.
In less than two years, the old house was demolished and new brick houses were built.
No more depressing tofu in an old house.
Over time, the first building was built in the village.
Today, my family still operates a tofu factory, and the scale has expanded dozens of times.
The number of workers is as high as forty or fifty, and there are thousands of catties of tofu every day.
All kinds of accessories are also sold, and business is booming. 
Sadly, my grandmother, the founder of the business, passed away.
She chose to say goodbye in the year of the Beijing Olympics.
At the time of her departure, she was still talking about how society had changed for the better.
We are entrusted with the principle of hard work and prosperity.
Looking back now, it seems like it was yesterday.
Life's struggles include wisdom and courage.
I never dare to forget this sentence!