My surname is Zou, and people often call me Xiao Zou. Born in the late 80s of the last century, he grew up in the countryside from an ordinary family. In 1996, when I was only 6 years old, my family built a beautiful red brick house, and the whole yard was filled with joy.
At the same time, a new house was erected to our left, built by a neighbor of the village for their young son. The eldest son and eldest daughter of the family have married and had children, and only this younger son is left to work in other places. Although most of his peers in the same village have started a family, he is still single. Therefore, the people in the village often talk about it, and feel that something is not going well for the family.
One day, my father wanted to dig a drainage ditch in the passage of our house, just to drain the rainwater, only about 20 centimeters wide, and only within the half of the passage of our house, and not occupy the neighbor's land at all. He started digging, but the neighbor's wife came and shouted and scolded us, saying that we were usurping their territory.
Although his father was not good at talking, he did not dig up the other party's land, but after being scolded by the neighbor's wife, he had to put down the shovel and go home in a huff.
When my mother learned about this, she was very dissatisfied. She thinks that we are just working on our own passageway and have nothing to do with anyone else, so my father is not doing anything wrong. So, the mother rushed out of the house in a fit of rage and launched a fierce war of words against the neighbor's wife.
Although the neighbor's wife was not to be outdone, her mother's words were sharper, so she was slightly inferior. However, she soon found others in the neighborhood and asked for reinforcements.
Near my house lives a neighbor with an elderly couple and their son's family. Suddenly, one day, the neighbor's husband, son, and daughter-in-law broke into our house together, and the momentum was violent.
My mother and the neighbor's daughter-in-law started to abuse each other, but my mother, who had always been quick to speak, quickly suppressed them.
This caused the other daughter-in-law to become angry, thinking that she could not outmaneuver my mother in the battle of words, so she decided to switch to it, and the two of them rushed towards my mother together.
The mother told the father not to interfere, thinking that it was a matter between women, but this fight between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was obviously not suitable for *** hands.
So, they began to encourage their husbands to beat my mother, and my father and brothers, because of their soft-heartedness, joined the fight.
Four people besieged one person, and my father tried to rush over to stop it, but my mother wouldn't let him get closer, and my brother and I were so frightened that we cried.
It wasn't long before I understood my mother's intentions. Because the quarrel attracted other neighbors, including my aunt and uncle, my cousin.
Faced with the situation of four to one, other neighbors stepped forward to fight, and the fight stopped temporarily.
My brother and I ran over to see my mother, and she was scarred and bleeding from her face, which was very distressing to see.
My mother told me softly: "It's not easy to deal with people in the same village, so you uncles don't do it directly, you can only fight." You go to your grandmother's house and ask your three uncles to solve this matter, they are from the outer village, and they are not afraid of fighting. ”
I cried and called out to my cousin, and we both ran to my grandmother's house, tears streaming down our faces, barely able to speak.
We briefly described how my mother had been injured by a neighbor, and the three uncles were furious and rushed to my house.
They are masters of fighting, scolding the father and son as they form a team of three against them. The other party's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law wanted to rush over to help, but were stopped by my aunts.
Since then, our family and our neighbors have formed a feud, and they do not communicate with each other, they do not even make eye contact, and even our livestock are beaten when they run to their doorstep.
When my brother and I grew up, we filled our time with all kinds of things in our lives: studying, working, getting married, ......For more than 20 years, the two of us have not had anything to do with each other. At the village dinner, we never shared a table, and we rarely even exchanged pleasantries. Everyone in the village knows that there is an indissoluble feud between our two families.
This year, my mother came to the entrance of the village to greet us. I saw many neighbors chatting around and I walked over, took out the cigarettes in my pockets, and distributed them to everyone one by one. Although I had enough cigarettes in my pocket, I deliberately ignored them and did not hand them cigarettes as I passed by them. I saw that their faces turned red and white under the gaze of everyone, and they looked very embarrassed. At that moment, I felt extremely happy in my heart.
My mother also agreed with my approach, and she wanted to embarrass them. The news spread quickly, and some relatives and neighbors felt that I had gone too far and deepened the hatred.
In that conflict, they had beaten my mother, and my uncle had fought back against them, scarring them. They might think that if I give them cigarettes, maybe that will all change and the hatred between the two families may lessen.
I'm starting to get a little confused, is it really wrong what I did before?