As the saying goes, there are no more than three generations of poverty, and no more than three generations of wealth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

According to the reasoning of the counter-evidence, my generation is still poor, and my grandfather's generation is also quite poor. This is a complete three generations, so I have come to the conclusion that the previous generation of grandpa should have been rich! Not to mention, grandpa's father was indeed a landowner. It is said that the landlord used to have 100 acres of fertile land and was a well-known figure in the mountains at that time. I've heard some rumors about the landlord, and it's quite legendary.

My grandfather, a landlord, was nicknamed "Ma Changhan" at that time. It is said that the grandfather is burly and tall. The grandfather's family property is accumulated over time, and most of them are earned by the ancestors. Of course, Taiye was definitely a motivated guy when he was young, so the family business of his ancestors was expanded.

At that time, there was also a person surnamed Ma, who was famous in his hometown, and his name was Ma Bufang. This vicious warlord has done a lot of inhumane and immoral things, and our ravines have become a place of suffering under the iron hooves of that warlord. As a well-known figure in the village, the grandfather wants to protect his family business. He decided to fight the warlord's men and horses, so he took out an earthen gun from the family's granary, and panted to the top of the mountain, where he saw a pair of men and horses moving in the direction of the village in the distance, and the sound of horses' hooves was faint. Lying in the sun, the grandfather took out a roll of big cigarettes, lit a big cigarette, took a sharp puff, closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure brought by nicotine. After a while, he suddenly stood up, picked up the earthen gun, and fired three shots into the sky. He looked viciously at the group of men and horses in the distance, as if he was determined to die with them.

The warlord troops who heard the three gunshots instantly panicked, and the grandfather looked at the troops that were gradually moving away, and he looked up to the sky and smiled. The grandfather went down the mountain, called the villagers out of the tunnel one by one, and touted that the bandits were scared away by him!

The master's bad habits finally crushed him, and the poison of the big smoke began to wear down his will little by little, and gradually, his former arrogance disappeared, his fighting spirit disappeared, and the huge family business he owned was gone, and all that was left was a group of his relatives and a mud house.

He lay dying on the clay kang, looking at the sunlight shining from the top of the skylight with a pair of eyes that had no light. He was well aware that his life was coming to an end. In that state, he was full of thoughts, and he was very worried. He was thinking about how to give an account to his ancestors and ancestors after he died!

The communist army is coming! Everyone, hurry into the tunnel!

The villagers fled one after another, and the grandfather listened to the sound of hurried footsteps, and his face was expressionless. His sons ran in and told him to run for his life with the villagers, but he refused.

The communist army is really coming! The grandfather's eyes were closed, and a little tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, he was ready to be cut by a thousand knives, because drug addiction had made him have no love, and he just wanted to be happy!

A soldier asked the master, "What's your last name?"

"Horse ...... Horse ......"

When the warrior heard the surname Ma, he was instantly furious. It turned out that when the soldier heard that it was surnamed Ma, he thought it was Ma Bufang's Ma family.

"Pull it out and shoot it!"

The master suddenly became energetic, he got up from the kang and said to the soldiers: "You have misunderstood! I know that your Western Route Army was killed by Ma Bufang's army! But we are ordinary peasants, Han people! It has nothing to do with Ma Bufang!"

He led the soldiers to the outside of the pigsty with a weak step, opened the door of the pen, and the pigs ran out.

"Look! We are Hermes-Epitek! Pigs!"

The Red Army did not kill the grandfather, and the grandfather felt that the way of the world should be about to change! But he no longer had the slightest fighting spirit to live.

He found a rope and hanged himself on the eaves while his family was out working.

A man who was once iron and strong hanged on that rope forever. I looked at the eaves that had ended my grandfather's life, and through time and space, I seemed to see a person moving from despair to hope.