My grandmother passed away when I was in fourth grade, and I don't know her name yet.
Since I was born, my grandmother has lived in my house for a long time, because my father is an orphan and works in other places, and he can't come back for a few days a year.
My mother said that my grandfather was a big boss before liberation, but after liberation, he became a poor peasant, and finally died of poverty.
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Before liberation, my grandfather was a big boss
My mother said that before the liberation, my grandfather was doing big business in other places, and from the current point of view, my grandfather was a big boss, or he could be called a capitalist. I have a wooden box at home with "xx flower line" written on it, and my mother said that this was the name of one of my grandfather's previous shops. We also have a very thin rattan box that my grandfather used to use, I brought it to school to pack clothes when I was in junior high school, and later I saw the same rattan box in the movie, and I realized that it was used by my boss before liberation.
I also saw some thread-bound books at my grandfather's house, among which was a copy of Yuan Mei's "Ogura Shanfang Anthology" by Yuan Mei in the Qing Dynasty, and my grandfather's name was printed on the front page, indicating that these books were customized by him.
My mother said that my grandfather only studied for a year and a half in a private school, and was sent to a shop in a county in Henan Province as an apprentice in his childhood, and when he was a teenager, he went to a county in Hubei Province to learn to be a leather worker, and later came to the Jianghan Plain to set up his own door, and there are shops in several surrounding counties. My mother remembers that when I was a child, there were many helpers in the family, working in different shops, and the family also bought all kinds of grains and cotton and other agricultural products.
My grandfather brought many people from the same village to other places to do business, and many people from the village have settled there to this day.
My mom went back there when she grew up and saw a lot of relatives and people from the same village.
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After liberation, my grandfather joined the land reform team
After the liberation, my grandfather gave up his assets in other places and returned to his hometown to join the land reform team. The Japanese burned down his property in his hometown, and only built a mud house of about 30 square meters for his own use, with a kitchen and a hall and a room. There are two beds in the room, one bed for my grandfather and one for my uncle.
Before my mom got married, my grandmother and my mom were supposed to live with someone else in the village. After my mother got married, my grandmother lived in my house three or four miles across the river.
Because he was poor, my grandfather was a poor peasant. However, my grandfather's younger brother bought a large amount of land with the money that my grandfather brought back from his business outside, and although he lost a lot of gambling, he eventually became a landlord.
My grandfather's younger brother complained to my grandfather, you don't let me gamble, wouldn't it be better if I lost it all?
Because he is a landlord, it is difficult for his grandfather's younger brother's sons to find a daughter-in-law. The eldest didn't marry a runaway woman until years later. The second child was sent by his grandfather to the place where he used to do business, and he became a door-to-door daughter-in-law for others. By the time the third child got married, he didn't talk so much about family components.
The uncle was a son-in-law before liberation, and divorced after liberation. He hated the new society for stripping him of his property, changed his way of life, and henceforth worked as a lazy, idler, and useless person in the production team, doing some easy work as a cattle herder. I saw him walking around the village with his hands behind his back all day long, and the people in the village didn't bully him much for the sake of his respected grandfather.
Because life was too hard, my grandfather went back to the place where he was doing business after the liberation, but found that his property had moved into several locals. He didn't care, knowing that there was no going back to his old life.
My grandmother pinned all her hopes on my mom and my three brothers.
My grandfather liked to read books and newspapers, but he didn't have the money to buy books and newspapers, so he went to a pottery factory behind the village every once in a while to get the expired "Reference News" back to read. I've been with him a few times.
When I was a child, my grandfather often told me stories about metabolic metabolism, interesting couplets, poems, etc.
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My father participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Vietnam
My mother grew up in a prosperous life in other places before she was 8 years old, and after returning to her hometown, she went to junior high school, and she was still a scholar in the countryside.
My father was an orphan when he was a child, and the family only had two dilapidated houses, and I don't know which generation built them. When he was in elementary school, he and my mother were classmates, and he only went to elementary school because he was poor.
My grandfather's sister married into our village and lived next door to my house.
My father ate at the nursery's house, and the food distributed by the production team was given to the nursery. Later, my mother introduced her niece, my mother, to my father as a daughter-in-law.
The grandmother said that her father was an orphan and that she could support her grandparents in the future. Because the uncle is basically a waste person, he can't be counted on.
After my father and my mother made a marriage, they went to the army and soon went to the front to participate in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Vietnam.
It is said that my father was worried that my mother would change her mind in the future, and military marriages were protected by law.
According to my mother, my father fell seriously ill as soon as he joined the army, and the army cured him of his illness and arranged for him to learn car driving skills.
His father was a motor soldier who was responsible for transporting supplies from Guangxi to Vietnam. There was bombing by the U.S. military everywhere along the way, and it is said that the motorists suffered heavy casualties.
My mom heard a lot of stories from my father in Vietnam, mainly because the car in front of me blew up, the car in the back blew up, and his car rushed through the line of fire in the middle. There is also taking refuge in a cave, spotting a large number of fish swimming out of the dark river, and so on.
After his father was discharged from the army, he did farm work in the village for a short time, and was soon arranged by the state to participate in the construction of the third line.
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My father died in the town's health center
One year during the Spring Festival, a fellow villager from my father's unit went home for the New Year. My mom told him to take me to my father, when I was about three or four years old. I don't remember what that uncle looked like, but I remember him putting his coat over me on the train, which was supposed to be my first time on a train.
My father's unit was on a mountainside, a transport company, and a large flat area was neatly parked with Jiefang cars. Walking up the hill, there are many trees, as if there are apple saplings. Heading down the hill, the car waded over a small river at the foot of the hill and onto the highway into the city streets.
My father got out of the car and took me in the car, and I was quite unfamiliar with him, so I never called him Dad. It wasn't until my mom brought my brother after the Chinese New Year, and my brother called dad very affectionately, so I followed suit.
When I was six years old, my father died. At that time, my second brother had just been born for three days.
My father's illness was said to be kidney disease, and it was Layue at the time, and my father happened to go home to visit relatives, and later lived in the town's health center.
My mother also gave birth to my second brother in this health center. My mom still remembers the last name of a doctor who treated my father.
My father's unit sent someone to the town and asked my father to immediately transfer him back to the big hospital in the city where his unit was located**, but my father didn't think it was a big deal and was unwilling to give up this family leave.
My mother often relayed to me what my father said at that time, saying that he did not die of a serious illness in the army, and that so many comrades-in-arms had died in Vietnam, and that he had not died, and that his life was not so easy to lose.
My mother said that my father died in large numbers and was covered in blood.
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My grandmother's difficult life in my house
Many people persuaded my mother to give away her second brother, but my mother insisted on raising her by herself.
My mother goes to work in the production team every day, and the amount of work she earns is not enough to support our family. My grandmother helped the villagers spin threads, and the reward they gave was a few catties of rice or a little other grain, and sometimes a few cents and a few dollars.
Because my family is poor, I have not had any New Year's money since I was a child, and I eat an egg for my birthday.
Once I told my grandmother that when other children celebrate their birthdays, sometimes adults will give me a few cents, and I don't want to eat eggs, I want a few cents. Later, my grandmother also gave me five cents, and I was reluctant to use it.
One winter, I was covered in sores and my sheets were covered in blood, and when I woke up, I stuck to the bed and couldn't get up.
For several days in a row, my grandmother filled me with a bowl of brown sugar lard water to drink when I got up. I always remember that enjoyment.
When I was in elementary school, every time I walked past the back of the house, I could hear the squeaking of spinning wheels and threads in my house.
My mom works early in the morning almost every day, and she doesn't come back until dark, so she doesn't have a few days off a year. Grandma cooks, washes, and spins threads at home. When we were very young, we also helped carry water, went to the vegetable field to pick vegetables, went outside to collect firewood, and went to the mountains to dig medicinal herbs.
Grandma watched us grow up day by day with a smile on her face. It is always said that it would be good to grow up.
When I was in the fourth grade, it was close to the Dragon Boat Festival, and my grandmother, who was in her seventies, fell ill. About a day or two later, the people in my grandmother's village got the information that several young men carried my grandmother back to the village, saying that she could not die in her daughter's house.
The next day, my grandmother died.
My mother said that a few days before my grandmother died, she wanted to visit a relative's house at a sister's house on the other side of the river, but when she went to the river, she found that the water had risen and had to come back. Later, my grandmother said that she wanted to eat amaranth, but the amaranth in the field had just sprouted, so she didn't eat it.
My mother said that my grandmother died of bitterness, and before she died, she wanted to leave her relatives to eat something good, and if she wanted to eat amaranth, it was too bitter in her mouth.
The barefoot doctor in our village said that my grandmother should not be seriously ill, but she was too bitter and malnourished, and if she had told him at that time, she might have been fine with two injections of glucose.
Every time my mother talked about this, she would sigh about the hard life at that time, and said that if my grandmother lived until now, she could eat whatever she wanted.
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The house of the family fell
After my grandmother died, there was no one in the family to cook, so I started cooking when I was in the fourth grade.
Unable to pick up the water, my brother and I went to the pond to carry water and came back to eat.
A few years later, my grandfather also died.
I saw that my grandfather's tall body had become very thin, and his square face was like a woman's triangular face, which did not seem to be my grandfather.
When I grew up, I thought that maybe my grandfather's life was too hard, and the extreme malnutrition dragged him to death.
At that time, the land had already been divided into households, and my mother was the only laborer in my family, and our three brothers had been working in the fields behind my mother since childhood.
My mother always said that the family was so poor, how could the three sons find a daughter-in-law in the future.
When I was in junior high school, I was thinking about the future, such as how to build a house at home.
Later, because of disrepair, my family's house collapsed. The house didn't collapse with a bang, first a wall collapsed, and we took out some furniture from it.
We built a shed in front of the house. My mother went to the cadres of the brigade, and at that time it may have been renamed the village, but there was no help from the village, and the village may have really no strength at that time, and there was neither property nor industry, it was just an empty shell.
A family in this village has a small empty house, and I agreed to move in with my family, which is a temporary solution to the housing problem.
Later, nursing homes were built in the countryside, and the lonely uncle was arranged by the village to live in a nursing home, where he died a few years later.
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All three of us brothers have daughters-in-law
My family's situation gradually improved, and my three brothers went from dropping out of school to returning to school, and eventually all got jobs, and our family moved to live in the city.
When our three brothers were young, my mother always said that the family didn't even have a house, so how would I marry a daughter-in-law in the future.
All three of us brothers got jobs in the city, got married, and had children, and my mom finally put her mind at ease.
My mom said that the current days were unimaginable before.
Every year on the Qingming Festival, we have to go to the graves of our father, grandfather, grandmother, and uncle to burn paper. I once saw my grandmother's tombstone written on it, not my name.
I don't know my grandmother's name yet. My mother said that she knew my grandmother's name, and older women in rural areas generally don't call her by name, so I don't know.
My mom told me my grandmother's name, but I didn't memorize it at the time, and I can't remember it now.
I can't even remember my grandmother now, only her small feet, a staggering silhouette.
Every year before the Chinese New Year, the family has to buy a lot of snacks. I haven't eaten much snacks since I was a child, and I only have some peanuts and other snacks to eat during the Chinese New Year, so I still don't have the habit of eating snacks.
Boxes of snacks are piled up there. My mother often said that when I was a child, I was pitiful, I didn't eat all year round, and now there are so many snacks, if my grandmother is here, she can eat whatever she wants.
I remember when I was a child, I used to eat something called cloud cake, which seemed to be bought by my grandfather, and I thought it was really a delicacy in the world.
My grandfather used to be wealthy, so he occasionally bought me something good that I hadn't seen before. One time I was at my grandfather's house, and he took out a bottle of honey from the cupboard, scooped a spoonful and put it in my mouth, and it was so sweet.
Whenever I think of my grandparents, I think of the hard days when I was a child, and there are a few sweet memories in between.
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