His grandfather's name was Lu Fengchun, born in 1932 in Linxi County, Chifeng City, Inner Mongolia (in 1928, it belonged to Rehe Province, it belonged to Xing'an West Province during the Japanese puppet, in 1946, it belonged to the Zhaowuda League, and in 1949, it was transferred to the Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region by Rehe Province).

Grandpa was born in the unfortunate situation of his own colonial rule.

Said that he occupied Chifeng for 12 years and 5 months, grandpa said, when I came, only two people occupied our county, no way, I killed too much, no one dared to resist, there was a large army behind, after coming to gather everyone to manage.

All the young and strong have to go to labor for free, and I said that I called my grandfather to boil the big smoke, that is, put all the big tobacco planted in the pot and boil, keep boiling, and cook until only the last little bit of gelatinous is the big tobacco paste, and my grandfather wants to boil these things.

No grain is allowed to grow in the field, all that is planted is smoke, and he is not allowed to sleep, and he must work day and night for himself.

At that time, he said that he didn't treat the people in the ruling area as people, and he didn't treat them as people as if they were working, and his chest was attached to his back when he was hungry? They deserve it, they are like inhuman beasts, they will never care whether you live or die, just ask you to work, don't do it? Then take the whip of the donkey and the ox, and beat you like a brute.

Anyway, there are countless people in the area under his rule, and if you are killed, there are thousands of you, and I have never worried about the lack of free labor.

The appalling contractor of the past few years knows, right? Grandpa, they were much worse than the contract workers at that time, and they were almost starved to death and exhausted.

Fortunately, there is an old white man who will secretly give my grandfather some food to them, such as bran cakes, potatoes and the like, potatoes are the best, every time there is a potato everyone can be happy for several days, the potatoes are burned in the fire and fragrant, every time they are carefully hidden and secretly eaten, for fear of being discovered.

If you eat too much chaff, you won't be able to defecate, and many children will suffocate to death because of this.

Grandpa, they are reluctant to eat and will hide, and grandpa is with a child, named Liu Sheng, four years older than grandpa, has always regarded grandpa as his own brother, he has a younger brother named Liu Xiang and grandpa is about the same age, in the cow for himself fell into the ravine and died.

Every time Liu Sheng had something delicious, he gave it to my grandfather first, and once when my grandfather's hidden things were discovered, he said that he hid it himself.

Said that he was very angry, hung Liu Sheng on a tree and beaten, and did not let go until he was bloodstained, and let all the children see it, not to eat, to starve him, grandpa was afraid, just cry, crying is useless to be beaten, Liu Sheng is the oldest, has been taking care of this group of younger brothers, because the nutrition can not keep up, and no one will treat him after being beaten, and he will die after a long time.

Later, he asked Lao Baitou to work to replace Liu Sheng, Lao Baitou was in his eighties at the time, and the devil was willing to toss such an old man, so he was not afraid of being punished by God.

Every day, I was squeezed by the devil and worked desperately, I was too tired, after all, I was still a child, and once when I was burning the fire, my grandfather fell asleep while burning.

Later, he was found out by himself, and he picked up the butt of the gun and hit it, no matter where it hit, his head was bloody, and it was a big cut.

The old white head secretly came to my grandfather to bandage his wounds, and my grandfather did not die, and the Japanese chased after him, but the old white head stopped the Japanese and told my grandfather to run, and my grandfather ran to a wheat stack and hid, so he was not caught.

After the grandfather came out of the wheat stack, he ran to the mountains to live in one breath, although it was still bitter, at least it was not like he was under his hands, and he was not as good as a dog.

It's just that he hasn't seen the old white head since then, and the grandfather knows that the old man gave up his life, so he saved himself.

My grandfather died at the age of seventy-eight, and when he died, he could still see the scar on his head that was smashed by the butt of his gun, which was just a scar, but it silently complained of the cruelty and bloodshed of the invaders.

I'm glad that my grandfather survived, and I have me, and these stories were told to me by my grandfather when he was alive, and every time I talk about this, the old man's eyes are still flashing with tears.

I don't know what the richness and happiness we live today is because of what our predecessors have done.

But what I know is that every bit of blood and tears in this story is worth remembering with our hearts......

(This is the story that a book friend voted to me, and the most authentic experience, even if told in the simplest words, still has a heart-stirring magic.)

Such a story should be known by everyone, and I hope that more stories can be contributed, poured out, and touched together!! ）