In the winter when my grandfather carried me to watch the play, our family moved to Fengzhen County.

The reason for moving is that my family's orchard has made my family the first part of the 10,000 yuan household in the village to get rich. But the more direct reason is that my mother has always been unable to stand my grandmother's coldness to my family, and my father's eldest brother (forgive me for not being able to call my father's eldest brother my uncle), as well as the frequent intentional or unintentional friction between my third uncle's family and my family - my mother's original words are: I can't see our family living a good life, and I can't sit and find fault and bully our family.

My mother said that the brigade distributed the rafters and purlins for my family to build a house, because the eldest son of my father's eldest brother wanted to get married and build a house, and was directly "robbed" by my father's eldest brother and his eldest son, so that when my family wanted to build a house, it was the rafters and purlins made by the neighbors of the whole village to help my family build the house.

My mother said that she had saved two lambskins for my father for two years, and she wanted to give my father a leather leather padded jacket, and my father's eldest brother took the sheepskin merchant to break into my outhouse, take it off the drying rack, and sell it and take the money and leave.

When my mom told me about it, I actually wanted to say that I saw and remembered it with my own eyes.

I remember that my father's eldest brother was wearing a fleece white sheepskin hat and a large leather jacket with wool turned out, and scolded his mother who dragged the sheepskin and didn't let the vendors go out while spitting and counting the money: Mom, I haven't lived a good life yet, you just want to live a good life? The pigs that Lao Tzu killed during the New Year were reluctant to eat and sold them for money, and you killed the pigs and didn't sell them for yourself, so your life is too vain (local dialect: meaning comfortable).

Although the teacher said that I was stupid, the expert said that even fools can remember the memory fragments of stress reactions!

My mother said that my brother was looking for fruit in my family's orchard during the summer vacation from high school, and was almost stabbed to death by a masked thief with a sharp knife. It was my little Tibetan mastiff "Hale" who was the same year as me who rushed up and bit the masked thief's arm to save my brother, and the next day, my father's eldest brother wrapped a cloth around his arm......

Mom said, no, it's not Mom who said, I remember, I graduated from the third first grade, and the summer vacation after my brother's college entrance examination, Dad's eldest brother took his eldest son to stop his brother in the small river ditch (the north river ditch in the village mentioned above) in front of the door to form doubles, beating and scolding, you are a little bubble and you still want to go to college? If you are admitted to college, you have to chase after the university and kill you!

My mother rushed over to save my brother, but my mother was dragged and beaten on the spot.

The whole village is empty, and the scene is spectacular.

Hearing the news, the grandfather rushed barefoot to the small ditch, picked up stones and threw them at Dad's eldest brother and his eldest son, but it didn't work at all.

The angry grandfather bowed his body at 90 degrees, crossed his waist with one hand, and patted his bare head with the other hand and rushed to his father's eldest brother, shouting, "Come on, Lao Tzu will judge your life (local dialect: the same desperately. If you want to kill Guowang (brother's name), let's even kill Lao Tzu!"

Seeing grandpa like this, everyone present was angry, and rushed up together to finally pull away the best of the two people in the violence!

Afterwards, my grandmother said to my mother, who was crying with her brother, "Little offspring, it's okay to be beaten twice, and it can't be broken, don't let people see jokes outside!"

In rural areas, more than 90% of the antagonisms and fights between brothers are the bane left by parents, especially mothers. The quality of the family style has an extremely important relationship with the mother's style of doing things.

You must also be curious, every time there is a big event, there is always no figure of my father.

Yes, in every big event, Dad didn't play. But in fact, most of the time, Dad is there.

My father, who has been reprimanded and bullied by my brother, sister, and brother since I was a child, always stands silently with the neighbors who are watching.

My family can become a family that lives a good life in the eyes of the villagers, and basically has nothing to do with my father.

To be strong, capable, eloquent, half a head taller than my father, ten miles and eight villages can be regarded as a good-looking daughter-in-law's mother, because I haven't read, I want to find a literate person so I chose Dad.

When my father was in the third year of junior high school and was about to go to high school, the whole country began to ***** a big series.

The other students took off their red uniforms and changed their arms, turned into red soldiers in seconds, happily jumped off this train, and immediately climbed to another train to run all over the world to Tiananmen Square in Beijing to be reviewed by the great leader Chairman Mao. Only Dad, rolled up the bed and returned home.

Grandma has always said for this reason, those connected children later all went to the city to assign jobs, and your father can't support Adou, and he has no interest.

In fact, my father, who returned to his hometown, also had the opportunity to be elected as a private teacher in the production brigade. Just when the brigade was about to determine the candidates, the era when the whole people listened to the wall and reported and exposed each other gave my father another heavy blow.

The activists in the village revealed to the brigade leaders that my father's mother was not honest with the people, and when she passed by other people's grain fields, she took a few ears of millet home......

Grandma said: "Lack of virtue things, not good rewards, I am Mao Youyou (a local herbaceous crop similar to millet, the seeds in the ear are edible)!"

I'd rather believe that grandma masturbates the ears of grain!

In that case, Dad's private teacher opportunity is worth it.

In short, the fate of Dad's life is closely related to food.

There used to be two stones of wheat that could make him a young master of a big family, but he was intercepted by his grandfather. And the opportunity to be a teacher on the three-foot podium was ended by a few ears of millet from grandma.

It's really the people who live on food!

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When she married her father, her grandmother only gave them a quilt that covered her ankles.

Cotton through the hole in the quilt, happy to welcome the mother.

At the beginning, my mother lived with my grandmother's house, and my mother enjoyed the "treatment" of the whole family to my father, except for my grandfather.

A year later, my mother gave birth to my brother.

Seeing that my brother continued my father's status in this big family, my mother said to my father: "Let's move out, we can be bullied, I don't want my baby to be bullied too." ”

Grandma said, "It's up to you to move out and starve to death!"

Mom said: I'm going to die too.

My mother wanted to build her own house, so she applied for a house on a small dirt slope in the east of the village.

It was the first family in Xiaoxitan Village to build a house in that location. It was more than 300 meters away from the yard of my grandmother's house, where my great-grandfather's grandfather had been living since he lived.

More than 300 meters is a very long distance for a village with only about 20 households.

After applying for a good housing base, my mother ran to the brigade and the township many times, and finally applied for the rafters and purlins to build the house. But my father's eldest brother said, "My son is marrying a daughter-in-law, and I will use the rafters and purlins first......

With her enthusiasm, kindness, and love to help people, my mother gathered the rafters and purlins, and with the help of the big guys, she quickly got up the wall and put up the beam.

But my father, who had never had experience in building a house, didn't dig the foundation for building a house, and only built two layers of stones on the flat ground and began to build adobe made of loess and wheat straw on it.

And that's not all!

The key problem was that the stones that Dad pulled in the ditch were not square, flat, and suitable for a flat foundation. The stones that Dad pulled back were all the kind of rocks that were round and like watermelons in the middle of winter. Half an hour after my house was beamed, the entire back wall collapsed, and those "watermelon stones" were mischievous and scattered.

Fortunately, the people who were eating Shangliang rice were not smashed and injured.

The eldest brother of the father, who came to see the joke, and his eldest son, were extremely happy to beat the shovel in their hands as a gong.

The neighbors who couldn't get used to it stood up one after another, second daughter, don't worry, we will help you build the house overnight with torches.

Really, the next day, my house was brand new on a small dirt slope in the east of the village.

After the house was built, my mother, who was good at needlework, went to learn tailoring and bought a sewing machine. After participating in the commune's labor, he grabbed his time to make clothes for others to subsidize his family. Every Chinese New Year, it is the busiest time for my mother, in the countryside where there is no electricity, my mother who lights a kerosene lamp and makes clothes all night often falls asleep on the sewing machine, I think this is also the reason why my mother's eyes are not good, always sore and tearful, and blurry after many years.

Later, the production team was disbanded, and the orchards planted by the commune in the village were subject to the property rights purchase system, and whoever gave 10,000 yuan at a time would sell the land use rights of the orchard to whomever the family.

My mother found his second brother, and my second uncle borrowed 5,000 yuan, and my second uncle also bought shares. Then he took his father to Fengzhen to find his father's classmates and gathered the rest of the money.

Located in the southernmost part of the village, the orchard is divided into two gardens, east and west, separated by a path leading to Nanhegou in the village.

The mother who had scraped together the money was supposed to take over the entire orchard.

But married to Hailiu Sutai, and later settled in Baotou because her uncle was recruited when she was recruiting workers in Baotou No. 2 Machine Factory, and rushed back to get money for the third uncle, and bought the West Orchard with the third uncle.

This has buried a lot of hidden dangers in the relationship between my family and my grandmother's family. Because the third uncle's family, which is not separated, represents the entire grandmother's family.

The two orchards often quarreled over the diversion of water from the South River ditch to water the fruit trees.

Nanhegou flows from east to west, so my orchard is naturally upstream of the incoming water.

Nanhegou is another seasonal river, which is formed by the dry channel of the mountains to the east and south of Hailiu Sutai that are flooded from above when it rains.

Such rivers make water extremely precious.

On rainy days, when the river is full of mountains, it flows into the orchard along the drainage canal. The time of the mountains and rivers is so long, and the orchard is so large (the east and west gardens each have more than 50 acres), my orchard wants to drink heartily, so I have to stop the flow of water to the west orchard. The fruit trees in the west orchard are thirsty and crying, and the anxious grandmother is also screaming at her mother.

Later, in order to solve this problem, the third uncle built a dam upstream of my orchard, where the flood diversion canal was inflowing. The function of the dam is to store water to form small reservoirs to prolong the time of the water source.

I don't know how many trees filled the reservoir after it was built, but I only know that the reservoir soon became a paradise for the children in the village, until one day at noon, I slipped into the reservoir barefoot, and I was choked with a "Mom" and almost died.

After floating in the reservoir for nearly half an hour with only my head and belly exposed, I was picked up by my second uncle's godson, who was helping in my family's orchard, and I was basically lifeless.

Since I was a child, I helped my mother take my sister to the path of the east and west orchards, and shouted in the direction of my house 200 meters away: Du Yinggui, Liu Ernu, do you want your little son, Yongyong drowned in the reservoir!

Mom and Dad in the afternoon sprints through the orchard to the dam.

After looking at the orchard all night, the godson, who had just been recognized by the second uncle, pressed the windowsill for his brother, who was going home for lunch, jumped out of the window barefoot, and ran in front of his parents.

When they arrived, they saw me, head down, being placed on the dam with the slope attached to it, trying to control the water. Mom collapsed on the ground and fainted. And dad did the most courageous and courageous thing in his life.

Dad picked up the shovel next to him, who he didn't know, and went crazy and dismantled the dirt and stones from the dam. Don't shout while demolishing: Fuck you, I'll let you water, fuck you, I'll let you water.

The third uncle next to him didn't dare to say a word.

It's still grandma, who stopped my dad in time: Yinggui son, don't go to "my" anymore, hurry up and look at the doll.

Dad stopped, ran to me, and walked up and down the dam with one of my little feet on his shoulder.

Later, my father talked about it, and always said that the idea at that time was to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor to see if he could control the water in my stomach.

It really works.

About two or three times after my dad walked back and forth, my stomach rumbled and I threw up.

The person next to him shouted happily: The doll is awake, the doll is awake!

After landing on my feet, I leaned on my father's knees next to me, and I just felt that all the people and all the trees were spinning rapidly, and I wanted to make them stop, but no one, not a single tree, listened to me.

After closing my eyes and retching for a while, I lifted my thin single eyelid and noticed that the people and trees next to me were much more stable. I staggered over to my mother, who was being held by my sister, and said, "Mom, I remember I said "Mom" and I was finished. Those present laughed.

My mother cried and laughed and said to everyone: "Look at this gray monkey, you still know how to look at foreign people." I said that last night I dreamed of a white-bearded old man wearing a melon skin hat and said to me, "Second daughter, take care of your children, take care of your children." ”

Don't laugh! Really, not all things that modern science can't explain are fake!

Since then, the two babies born in Xiaoxitan in 81 have achieved two legends in this village.

Shuhua, who drifted down the river for 30 miles unscathed, and me, who drowned, reversed and survived.

If you don't die in a great calamity, you will have a blessing in the future.

Sure enough, my family got better and better.

And the better, the more jealous he is of his father's eldest brother and his eldest son, especially the orchard.

His second and third brothers bought the most profitable orchards in the village, and he failed to take advantage of them, which was like a fish in the throat for a man who felt that he had lost money when he went out without picking up the money! This also became the reason for him to resent his aunt, but he did not dare to do anything to his aunt who was rich and lived in a big city, so he could only scatter all the nameless fire in my house.

Therefore, it became commonplace to go to the orchard with a mask and pretend to be a thief stealing fruit to stab my brother, and to stop my brother from forming doubles in the ditch.

These "daily meals" that left a deep memory in my mind gave me a special conversation with my aunt who returned to her hometown from Baotou every year to visit relatives in the autumn before my family moved.

That conversation made my aunt label me as a "fool" again, who was not smart.

My aunt asked, like all elders ask children:

"Daddy, Daddy, what's your name?" I said, it must be Grandpa!

"What's your name mom and dad?" I said, is it grandma?

"My aunt then asked, "What is your name as my father's sister?" I pointed to my aunt and said, "It's you!"

My aunt looked at me and continued to ask, "Daddy's brother, what's your name?" I played with my finger and said, "Daddy's brother died a long time ago, Dad has no brother!"

My aunt said, "Fool, don't talk nonsense! Why is your uncle dead?" I broke free from my aunt's arms, who was sitting on the ridge of the orchard, and cried out loudly: My uncle is dead!

My aunt asked, "Did your mother tell you that your uncle died?"

Since then, I have been a fool and not only made a name for myself at school, but also left a number at home.

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