The little landlord, hobbling past my door, gray-haired, hunched over his waist and on a cane.
Because of the sequelae of cerebral thrombosis, he held his left arm at his side, clenched his fist, and maintained a desperate posture of being ready to fight with others at any time.
He fixed at the door and waved his right hand to greet my dad from afar: "Third brother, busy." My dad let out a "hmm", watched him walk away, and shook his head again, "Hey——, good days are ahead......."”
The grandfather of the small landlord, the old landlord, is a veritable "landlord", with a rich family property and a prosperous family. When the person died, he passed on the name of "big landlord" to his father, and when it was his turn, there was only a "small landlord" left.
When he was young, the small landlord inherited the family style, and the business was booming, leading the engineering team to build houses, shuttling around the country, and making a lot of money. The soldiers and generals around him also prospered, and when the people in the village mentioned the small landlords, there was no one who did not give a thumbs up, and they all said, "Let his grandfather do business."
Occasionally, I met him back to the village, wearing a floral shirt with an open neckline, a dazzling large gold chain, a gold ring the size of a pigeon's egg, his hair sprayed with "mousse", holding a filter cigarette, smoking half a cigarette, throwing half a cigarette, and his movements were chic and free.
When I met a child, I didn't hesitate to draw out a ticket of 1 yuan and 2 yuan, and flew boldly: "Take it to buy candy!" "The people in the village, envious, jealous, but not hateful, as soon as he comes back, the family can always have a meeting to find out how to make a fortune. "The winner is the prince and the loser is the coward", the era of keeping up with "money", this is the embodiment of strength.
The daughter-in-law of the small landlord is an educated youth in the countryside, and the girl in the big city is gentle and dignified.
The days are getting more and more prosperous, and the fly in the ointment is that only two girls were born.
Can money still be given to someone else's family? ”
Can't you give birth to a handle? ”
I have to pass on the lineage! ”
The little landlord saw that his brother's family had a boy, and then looked at his two daughters, and his face was not convinced, and he pulled his daughter-in-law to work harder.
Soon, the daughter-in-law became pregnant again, and asked people everywhere to see B ultrasound, and they all said that it was a boy. The small landowner also happily prepared to welcome the boy, and the result? Another girl.
The little landlord was so angry that he scolded the eight generations of his ancestors who did B ultrasound, and also greeted his wife's ancestors by the way. The decision was made immediately: give it away. The little girl who was born for three days left her mother's arms and was secretly sent by her aunt to a childless family. Her mother sent the child away with tears in her eyes, but her aunt kept her mouth shut and refused to tell her the whereabouts of the child, and her heart was completely cold.
For the sake of the boy's obsession, the small landlord opened up the extramarital market, and a 20-year-old girl couldn't resist the lure of money. Soon, she became pregnant, and this time the small landlord was extra cautious, spent ** money, found a professional doctor, and determined that it was a boy.
Next, there is a quarrel, a scolding, a divorce, before the child's due date arrives, divorced, and married. The two daughters followed their mother.
Sure enough, a boy was born, and the little landlord was like a treasure. I thought that life was perfect at this point, but soon, the small landlord was imprisoned for five years because of problems such as arrears in project payments.
His little daughter-in-law was also in peace, guarding the family property and waiting for five years. I was finally released from prison, and when my son was 10 years old, he was diagnosed with mania. When he got sick, he beat people when he saw them, and his own mother often had a blue nose and swollen face.
People are doing it, the sky is watching, it's not that they don't report it, the time has not come.
The little landlord's sister, his child's aunt, was sick with cancer, and when she was dying, she helped the little landlord's ex-wife contact her third girl. The three sisters seem to have never been separated, filial piety to their mother, and care about their father.
When your luck runs out, don't complain about the rest of your days.