It is said that Mao Sheng's ability to come to the world was caused by the impulse of Mao Sheng's father, who was young and handsome at that time and had a good craft.

At that time, Mao Shengye and Mao Sheng's father were both famous mountain carpenters in that area. The cart bed table made by them has a strong tenon and tenon and smooth appearance, which no one can match. Therefore, he owns six enviable houses and a solid family background.

Legend has it that Mao Sheng's father often went to the apricot forest to select wood, and he was ready to use it for carpentry. I often go there, and I often meet a woman in the mountains working in the fields. After work, they talked to each other, from strange to familiar, and then gradually developed, and a small flame of love was born. Gradually, the small flame ignited a raging fire, which burned the two young and immature brains, and naturally gave birth to the seeds of love. In the end, the fruit is Maosheng.

The older generation of villagers said that their "wild cooperation" had ruthlessly pushed the families of both sides into a helpless situation. Mao Shengniang's bulging belly smashed all the secular rituals and ancestral faces of the local people at that time. So much so that the two old men couldn't even care about the matchmaker's dowry, so they hurriedly moved the two together and hastily completed Mao's father's lifelong event like unloading the burden. Mao Shengniang was indignant about such a sloppy marriage, but she had bitter words, so she bred a lifelong resentment in her heart, and treated her family, Mao Sheng's father, and even Mao Sheng, who was born three months after marriage.

In the fourth year after that, Mao Xiang shook the apricot yellow on the ground with his arrogant and restless cry, and solemnly announced his arrival to the world.

When I say this, I don't mean to favor the honest Maosheng, but to deliberately slander the arrogant Maosheng. The actual situation is that on the night of Mao Xiang's birth, a strong wind blew in the col that had not been seen in a century.

At that time, the villagers had just thrown down their rice bowls, and a group of them gathered in front of the street entrance, sucking the fragrance of apricots when they were ripe, and talking about the past and the present with great interest. Mao Shengniang was shy with a big belly that was about to give birth, leaning on the door frame of her house, cursing Mao Sheng who had the bottom of the bowl left at dinner. When the scolding was thick, a sudden pain in the stomach rose, and it was tense for a while. Mao Shengniang, who has experience in production, knows that the cubs in her belly have reached the time when the melons are ripe. She immediately asked Maosheng's father to call Sour Apricot Niang to deliver the baby, and she hurriedly entered the house.

The moment he stepped into the house, the gale came suddenly, without the slightest warning, and swept through the entire col in an instant. Everything in the col went crazy like a demon, the stones ran away with the wind, the almond trees broke with the wind, and the thatch on the roof swept with the wind. The sound was no longer simply the sound of the wind, but the howling of thousands of bison, galloping, the desperate cry before the end came.

The wind blew all night, and it was only at dawn that it gently disappeared. The first day was still an orange plump and enchanting apricot tree, and only the bony trunk remained. The ground was covered with a thick layer of gold, like a huge carpet woven from yellow apricots. Step on it and make a "flutter, flutter" sound. If you are not careful, one of them will fall down, and you will roll all over the body.

When the existing old people mention the gale of the year, they all talk about the change of color, saying that they have never seen such a strong wind after living for such a long time. Years later, after listening to the almost exaggerated narration of the old people, Zhong Er, who had just graduated from college and was waiting for a job assignment, smiled disdainfully, saying that it was just an occasional tornado. The old people pouted and stopped talking. The meaning is really strong, not only the contempt for the ignorant and arrogant boy, but also the regret that he has worked hard to tell but has not been answered.

At that time, Mao Sheng's father held Mao Xiang's pink meat in both hands, looked at the miserable scene outside the house in a daze, and said worriedly, this cub is a sperm, it must be a scourge. Sooner or later, this family will have to tell him to kick off. With that, he stepped out of the house without hesitation and walked towards the depths of the apricot grove behind the village.

Several aunts and uncles in the family watched Mao Sheng's father go away with the newborn Mao Xiang inexplicably, thinking that Mao Sheng's father had just given a son, and he was crazy. The first to react was Mao Shengniang. She lifted her weak body after giving birth, cried like picking her liver and heart, and scolded the ruthless man who was inferior to the beast, while shouting at Mao Sheng, who was only four years old, telling him to follow his father quickly, and if he couldn't find Mao Xiang, he would die outside and not come back.

The aunts and uncles finally understood the cruel consequences that Mao Sheng's father's abnormal behavior might bring, so they chased them out. As soon as he chased after the village, he saw Mao Sheng's father walking back alone with two empty hands.

The aunts and uncles asked where they were thrown.

Mao Sheng's father didn't answer, and muttered vigorously, It's Jing'er who has changed, my family has not made any evil, don't come to my house again.

The aunts and uncles stopped asking. While tearing out their voices and shouting the names of their men and babies, they scattered word by word, searching for Mao Xiang all over the mountains. Soon, a hundred and ten people filled the entire mountain col, shouting and asking one after another.

In the end, it was Maosheng who found Maoxiang.

He cried and followed the adult's buttocks, scurrying towards the stream to the west of the village. First I heard a baby crying, and then I saw a raised apricot pile under a large crooked apricot tree. Hurriedly picking it open, he caught a glimpse of the sound of powder. He was greedily sucking the apricot juice from his face.

This happened on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month in 1940, and only five days had passed. Prior to this, the people of Xinghua Village made the sunrise and rested at sunset, and the days passed calmly and far, which can really be described as the Taoyuan realm that the old master Tao yearned for. Since then, with the arrival of Maoxiang, Xinghua Village has been flooded with a commotion. The villagers involuntarily had a premonition that this peaceful and long day would no longer exist, and that it would be accompanied by inexplicable horror and uneasiness. It can be said that Mao Xiang's birth time is the watershed of Xinghua Village's historical changes over the past 500 years. Mao Xiang's birthday, especially the strong wind on the night when Mao Xiang was born, gave the people of Xinghua Village unforgettable memories.

And that's exactly what happened. When Mao Xiang was two years old, that is, he survived until 1942, and there was a faint sound of gunfire outside the mountain. Compared with the sound of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, the sound is more penetrating, penetrating the eardrums, setting off inner tremors, stirring people's hearts to hair, and restlessness all day long. Soon, some relatives from outside the mountain came to the village one after another, saying that the Japanese had come in, staring at the scarlet beast's eyes and stretching out their paws covered with red pig bristles.

The people of Xinghua Village were shocked, and an ominous atmosphere enveloped the entire mountain col. There is nowhere to run. If there is a place to run, people outside the mountain will not swarm into the mountain. The only way is to hide. When the devil came, the old and young people in the village hid in the depths of the mountains. These inheritances, which were chosen by the ancestors, have become a natural barrier for future generations to flee for their lives. At that time, people called the devil to run away. Once there is a rumor of a devil entering the mountain, even if it is speculation, the whole village left the courtyard of pigs, dogs, geese and ducks and trees, and fled into the deep mountains and dense forests with only the pancakes that had been prepared.

At that time, Mao Sheng's father made two delicate back baskets out of apricot wood, one for himself and one for the woman. As soon as there was a situation, he put Mao Xiang into the woman's back basket, carried the pancakes on his back, and pulled Mao Sheng to fly to the mountains and forests. I have been busy for six years.

Until now, no one in Xinghua Village has been able to describe what the devils who really invaded China were like, except for the Japanese merchants who received suits and leather shoes a few years later. Maybe it's because Xinghua Village is too deep, and even the devils don't bother to step into or dare not rashly break into this deep mountain and old forest. This shows that the people in the mountains have never seen the world after all, and they can't withstand the slightest stimulation from the outside world. As soon as there was a stir, he only cared about himself and scared himself, and he was scared in vain for six years.

Actually, there is no intimidation. The ensuing turmoil again and again, like the night when Mao Xiang was born, swept mercilessly through Xinghua Village, sweeping every courtyard in Xinghua Village.

First of all, during the apricot ripening season one year, a group of soldiers wearing apricot yellow clothes came. They took away all the elite people in the village, and the common people called them "catchers". Of course, Mao Sheng's father was also among them, leaving behind the lonely Mao Shengniang, twelve-year-old Mao Sheng, eight-year-old Mao Xiang, and six spacious houses. When he went, he was like a kite with a broken string, and he was never heard from again. As the eldest son, Mao Sheng gritted his teeth, and with his immature shoulders, he and Mao Sheng Niang worked hard to support this courtyard that was about to be broken. Later, the land reform working group came again, saying that it had been liberated, and all the mountains, forests and fields were redistributed, and the family components were divided according to the property status of each family. The Maosheng family was deservedly classified as a rich peasant. After that, there were countless man-made movements. Mao Shengniang, who wore a high hat and hung a criticism brand on her chest, also shuttled between the courtyards of the apricot forest countless times.

Stimulated again and again, it made Xinghua Village crazy, and even more crazy the people of Xinghua Village. People can undoubtedly say that Mao's father's words have come true, and they have really come true.

Just when Mao Shengniang shouted that the heavens should not be screaming and the earth was about to despair, a great sorrow, accompanied by amazing blessings, both came to the door of Maosheng's house. Maosheng's father, who had no news of him, had a message like a fairy from the sky. He died, sacrificed to be exact. He was first caught on an errand, and then rebelled with the army, became the People's Liberation Army, and became a battalion commander, and died heroically in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. Of course, he became a martyr, and Mao Shengniang certainly became a military martyr.

In view of the merits of Maosheng's father, the above re-divided the composition of Maosheng's family, listed it in the lower middle agricultural category, and gave a recruitment index to Nanjing. Mao Shengniang cried for a while, cried for a while, and after her mood gradually calmed down, she began to carefully calculate how to use this recruitment indicator to make herself happy. Is it good for Maosheng, or is it good for Maoxiang.

In Maosheng's memory, Maosheng Niang is always biased towards Maoxiang. Maybe Mao Shengniang felt that Mao Xiang was abandoned when he was born, and it was all her own fault, so she loved him very much. When she and Mao Sheng were suffering and tired, and even when they were about to despair, they still did not let Mao Xiang work in the field, so that he developed his temperament of being lazy and competitive, which became Mao Xiang's bumpy life. That's an afterword.

At that time, for that recruitment target, the brothers Mao Sheng and Mao Xiang were fighting for it. Mao Xiang, who is used to dominating the country, is not to be allowed to do so, and Mao Sheng is also determined to go shopping in the big city. Maosheng is the eldest son in the family, so he naturally has the support of the family. Mao Xiang is Mao Shengniang's heart, of course she wants to call Mao Xiang. To this day, Maosheng is still deeply aggrieved. I have done my best for this family, but I have never been recognized by my mother.

In view of Mao Sheng's determination and the pressure of public opinion from the family villagers, Mao Shengniang was forced to find the commune with confidence, and ran to the county again, and finally won an additional recruitment target. So, under the jealous eyes of the villagers, the Maosheng family moved to Nanjing, entered the factory, and became a serious working-class family. A few years later, a city girl with high Chinese culture walked into Maosheng's house and became related to Maosheng. She's the xylophone.

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