Fear (5) (Page 1/1)

When my grandparents were still there, the oranges in the back mountains grew well.

Big and sweet, a whole mountain full of orange trees.

You can reach out and touch the oranges, and each one is planted by the grandparents.

Every year from June to October, there will be a succession of large trucks to our Dahuang Village.

These trucks pressed out the road from the town to Dahuang Village, and the road into the village was built with these traces.

They came for nothing else, just to collect the mountains of oranges planted by their grandparents.

At that time, the grandparents would call the rest of the village to help and carry the basket up the hill to pick oranges.

At that time, it was very profitable to sell oranges, and the purchase price was not low. The maximum can reach one pound and three pieces, and the grandparents will count the fraction to the villagers who help.

Don't underestimate a pound and a piece of three, the outermost circle of Orange Mountain can pick up a basket in ten minutes. A basket is several pounds, and it is money casually.

At that time, our family was relatively wealthy in the village, and the oranges grown in the mountains were sold every year. There are always people driving big trucks to collect them, and when I was not old enough to study, I liked to play with my friends on Orange Mountain. When I was tired of playing, I climbed an orange tree and sat on the tree to eat oranges.

At that time, the grandparents were very helpful, and the money they earned was either to walk a few miles to the town to save it, or to see which family needed help to give a little bit and let the other party go to the town to buy rice by themselves, and it was also at that time that the grandfather began to find workers in the town to build a building in Dahuang Village.

This building is the current two-and-a-half-story house, and I heard my mother say that it was originally intended to be a five-story high-rise building at the earliest.

I seem to have the impression that the foundation was very deep at that time, and we lived in the cowshed of the neighbor's house next door when the original house was demolished, and the cowshed separated a piece of space for us, and I asked why it was so deep.

It was a big, big pit, and steel bars were stuck vertically in it.

I still remember when my father was drunk, I mentioned that my grandparents were all set, and I originally planned that the first and second floors would be for my grandparents when their legs and feet were inconvenient, and the third and fourth floors would be for my parents and guests. The top layer is mine, but obviously these can only be memories.

Not long after the house was built, my grandmother disappeared one day.

I remember that my family was in a hurry to find it, so I called the people in the village to look for it together.

It was almost dark, and everyone flashlights only saw grandma halfway up the hill of Orange Mountain.

Grandma was holding her stomach and sweating all over, and she couldn't speak.

The next day, when he was better, he said that his stomach hurt so much that he couldn't walk, so he nested in the mountains from afternoon to night. I thought I would go down the mountain, but my stomach kept hurting.

Dad listened to his grandmother and took him to the hospital in the town that day.

The hospital in the town should be called an outpatient clinic.

I didn't know what kind of illness my grandmother had, and said that the hospital in the city had instruments that could shoot the stomach and intestines.

I went to the city but got the statement that the machine was not accurate enough, just that there seemed to be something bad in the stomach. But the specific statement is not clear, and no doctor dares to pack a ticket. It is recommended to either let the elderly go home and raise it by themselves, or go to a larger city to use the instrument to take a second look.

Of course, grandma didn't want to toss, but she stayed up for another half a year, and this time it hurt so much that she couldn't get out of bed.

At that time, the house had just been built one and a half floors, and I remember that I was also in elementary school.

Grandma couldn't stand it and was taken to the big city by her parents for treatment, and every time she came home, only grandpa was at home alone.

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