Lao Linggong

In the blink of an eye, I was in the sixth grade of primary school. The year was 1993.

After the New Year of '93, my aunt and uncle went home from Baotou to visit my grandmother and went to live at my house in Fengzhen for a week.

A few days after my aunt arrived, I saw that my mother's face gradually became less beautiful.

One night, I heard my mother ask my father, what do you think of the child's aunt who told you to wrap the orchard to your eldest brother, your eldest nephew?

My father, who has never been mediocre and assertive, was silent, and held back for a long time and said: My sister is right, you can't let the fat water flow into the fields of outsiders.

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From the very beginning of the resolute disagreement, the mother, who was softly ground and soaked by her aunt, relented again.

A few days later, Mom and Dad went back to sign an orchard contract with Dad's eldest brother, the son of Dad's eldest brother's family. At the moment when Mom pressed the handprint, Dad's eldest brother smiled extremely proudly, it was a kind of presumptuous conspiracy that had been remembered for a long time after it was satisfied!

No surprises.

In the two years since, my family has not received any more money or food.

Dad broke his leg on the way back to drive the ox cart to help his eldest son's eldest son pull saplings.

At that time, the old cow pulling the cart was frightened by the oncoming jeep and ran wildly, and the cart was thrown and crashed into the big tree on the side of the road.

In a hurry, Dad kicked the tree with his right leg and got out of the cart.

The person hid out, but only heard a crisp sound, and the palate bone of his father's right leg was broken on the spot.

Dad's eldest brother's son took the car to send my dad back to Fengzhen, and he never showed up again.

Five months later, under my mother's careful care, my father stood up again. Except for the soreness of the place where it rains on a cloudy day, there are basically no sequelae.

After standing up, my father went back to his hometown to ask for grain to grind noodles.

But when he returned to his grandmother's house, his father had just raised a stubble with his eldest brother and his eldest nephew, and he was scolded by his eldest brother.

His eldest brother would listen to his daughter-in-law when he scolded him, and scolded him for not being close to his relatives, and he was so clear with his brother and nephew.

Dad, who rarely said loudly in his life, replied: There are several people in our family, and we have to wait for food to eat.

In an instant, his eldest brother, who had never been bumped by his father, and his eldest nephew rushed over to suppress my father and beat him violently.

His eldest nephew hugged my father's injured leg and shouted frantically: You have given away someone's goods, but it is against you! Look at your broken leg and break it for you again!

Seeing this, Grandma grabbed the rolling pin on the stove and smashed the back of my father's eldest brother, shouting to let go of my noble son.

Daddy's eldest brother turned around and kicked my grandmother into the firewood pile next to the stove. Fortunately, there is the buffer unloading force of the firewood pile, otherwise, the grandmother of more than 70 dare not imagine the consequences.

The grandmother lying on the pile of firewood wanted to scold, but she didn't change her anger for a long time.

Neighbors who heard the movement jumped over the wall and scolded and pulled, pushing the best of the two people out.

The grandfather who went to the orchard to carry firewood came home, looked at the blood on his father's face and the grandmother who was still unable to change his breath after being helped to the kang by everyone, turned his head and walked out of the house.

The grandfather who left the house carried a large square-headed shovel from the courtyard wall, and went to the eldest son's house of the eldest brother of his father in anger, and then he only heard a crackling sound, and the grandfather smashed the glass and windows of his eldest grandson's house.

After smashing it, the grandfather shouted loudly into the house: Du Wangzi (the name of the father's eldest nephew), you get out of here!

According to the cousins of the elderly grandfather who were present at the time and had listened to the play, he was wearing a dogskin hat and holding a shovel upside down, and a grandfather with a white beard flying in the wind, like the old Linggong on the stage.