Grandpa yi

My grandfather and his great-grandfather fled to Wang Lou when they were 16 years old, that is, 1920 years old. Later, he learned that two old men from Anhui Department were fighting and pulling people around. My great-grandfather provoked a deserter who delivered goods and fled to southern Henan with his younger brother.

Grandpa started from Anhui, carrying a freight car and holding a rattle in one hand. The cargo ship was polished and made of paulownia wood. The two boxes on both sides are the size of the bedside table now, and each box has several drawers. As soon as the drawer is opened, there are many hidden compartments, which are all kinds of daily necessities, needles, thread heads, external fire and external pancreas. Grandpa shouted as he walked: change the head oil, needle and thread, external fire and external oil, external pancreas ... Hearing this, the eldest girl and daughter-in-law dug a bowl of rice or half a handful of peanuts out of the jar and changed the needle and thread and external pancreas one after another. This is the previous barter, and all the food they got was carried by grandpa. When they saved enough pounds, they sold them in the market town and bought some new needles and thread and imported pancreas. Grandpa walked all the way to peddle and stopped at a place called Yuezhuang in Wang Lou Township. Yuezhuang is surrounded by water on three sides, and there is only one way to enter the village. There are deep ponds on both sides of the road. Everyone in the village is surnamed Yue, because my ancestors are also surnamed Yue, so it is inevitable to be kind when I arrive in Yuezhuang, so I stayed for a few more days. There is a middle-aged man in Yuezhuang who has no children. He saw that my grandfather was smart and could talk, so he told others that he was my adopted son. When I met him as a child, I was surprised at his youth, because he was only 10 years older than my grandfather.

1920 At the end of the year, my great-grandfather built two thatched houses next to my great-grandfather's yard, and has lived there ever since. South Henan is rich in oil seeds and eats rapeseed oil. Grandfather used his business savings to run an oil factory. Black oilseeds are poured into a stone mill, repeatedly crushed, and light blue oil flows out. The yard is full of green fragrance all year round. Due to business integrity, business is getting better and better. By 1930, the family has more than ten acres of land. Grandfather never got married. My grandfather married my grandmother at the age of 26, and my uncle was born the following year. After my great-grandfather died, my grandfather inherited the inheritance. Before liberation, my family had thirty or forty acres of land, an oil mill and a perennial helper named Dabei. Dabei is tall and strong. When I was a child, my father used to lie on Dabei's back and wear it between straw stacks and rape stalks.

During 1948, all parts of the country were liberated one after another. An uncle and grandfather from Anhui came to my home. His uncle and grandfather are short, dark and thin, but he has read books and traveled all over the country and learned a lot. After he came home, he advised my grandfather that all the liberated areas in the north were local tyrants who divided the land, and dozens of acres of land would be rated as landlords. You'd better sell this land quickly. My grandfather was so scared that he soon sold all the land and the oil refining business stopped. Because I have nothing to do, I am addicted to playing cards and gambling with my friends in the village all day. A year later, I not only lost all the money from land sales, but also owed foreign debts. My grandfather is very car-scrapping, saying that you must be honest and willing to lose, and you can't gamble on debts, so you sell the refinery. Soon every dark cloud has a ray of hope. 1949 South Henan was liberated and Grandpa was classified as a poor farmer.

? Two? (paternal) grandmother

My grandmother is a small-footed woman, modest and kind. Because there are many children at home, let her husband and children eat well first, and she often has only a little soup left when she eats. My second uncle is older than my father 13 years old, and my second uncle is older than my father 10 years old. My uncle is at work and my father is still at school. My grandmother likes this very much. During the Spring Festival, the bacon at home is hung on the beams. When my uncle wants to eat, my grandmother always says: wait until the third one comes back! After my grandmother died, my father went to Zheng Da University. When he woke up in the morning, he remembered that he had a dream last night. It was snowing all over the sky, and the road on the house was white. It was summer, and he was in a trance, so he told his classmates that he couldn't say it well. Dreaming of snow usually means the death of a loved one. Just as he hesitated, someone from the same village came to take a message and asked my dad to go back quickly.

1992, dad and Bo Er remembered that grandma had worked hard all her life and never enjoyed any happiness. They planned to rebuild grandma's grave, and just had something to move. When carrying the coffin, grandma's coffin was flooded and a little white snake swam away. Everyone in the village said that they should not move, which surprised Xiaolong.

Three? uncle

My father ranks third among the brothers. In fact, there is a sister above and a sister below. Because my grandfather knows a few words and advocates scholars, all his children go to school. When my father was a child, he often had to cross the stream in front of the door to go to school. The weather is sunny in summer and the stream is biting in winter, so my father suffers from arthritis. Whenever it is windy and rainy, his leg hurts, which is more accurate than the weather forecast. Uncle is very strict with his father, but Bo Er is very kind to his father. When he is not busy, he often carries my father across the river to go to school. Today, my father always remembers the past, and he is still crying.

Bo Er is tall, handsome and gentle, and he can read and count. 16, 7 years old, went to the village as an accountant. A few years later, he was transferred to the commune as the commune secretary, and later served as the party secretary of Changling Township and Zhongludian Township. This is another story. It was more than five years. After the central government moved five evils three times, the whole country entered the Great Leap Forward era, and the Central Plains also made great strides, constantly refreshing the myth of 10,000 Jin per mu. South Henan is unwilling to lag behind, and frequently follows the central authorities to report good news. But in fact, the grain shed surrounded by grain mats is covered with straw, bran and a thin layer of grain. By 1959, the situation was even more serious. Due to natural disasters, Xinyang's grain production has been greatly reduced, and local leaders have concealed it, resulting in all the grain being handed over to the state and farmers starving everywhere. People often starve to death on the roadside.

However, the commune canteen is not affected, and there is no shortage of food and drink. Xinyang local girl, married to a clerk of the Grain Bureau or a cook in the commune canteen, is an ideal target. My second uncle works in a commune, so naturally he has no hunger. At that time, my dad went to junior high school as a teenager. Bo Er was afraid that he was hungry, so he didn't have time to eat in the commune. Of course, my dad never misses this opportunity, running more than ten miles to the commune for dinner every day. The cook in the canteen is called Lao Liu, who is black and fat. He has a good relationship with Bo Er, so he takes good care of his father and leaves a meal for my father every day. Many years later, my father recalled Lao Liu's meal and still praised it. There is a dish called Miankang Chicken, which cuts the local chicken into pieces, grinds it with flour paste for external use, burns oil in a firewood pot, and simmers it in water with a little soy sauce until golden. The pot is boiling, and the aroma is overflowing. My dad still remembers it every time, and his saliva is DC.

Walking from school to commune requires a place called Guo Zhuang. Guo Zhuang, a big village, was seriously affected. The villagers don't eat or sleep at the edge of the village. My dad is fat for nothing. Every time I pass by Guo Zhuang, the villagers look at him straight, as if looking at a walking grain. My dad always plays drums in his heart and rushes by for fear of being killed and eaten.

When Bo Er was 25 years old, she married the most beautiful girl in the village, that is, my second mother. My second mother didn't go to school, but she has a glib tongue and loves singing and telling stories. When I was a child, every time I went to Bo Er's house to play, my second mother would tell us stories when she was happy. A dialect called Ji Gu often makes us laugh. Bo Er and Ermayina gave birth to seven children, who later got married and had children. Now there are dozens of children and grandchildren everywhere, large and small. It is very lively during the New Year and is the most prosperous in our family.

? Four playmates

There are several playmates in my dad's classmates, one is called heavy hair, the other is called iron egg, and the other is called Ruyi. The family named Big Hair and Iron Egg is very poor. They only have one suit all year round. In winter, they take out cotton wool and continue to wear it alone. Among them, Iron Egg has a good relationship with my dad. One winter, he wore last year's cotton-padded jacket, which was broken and short, and cotton wool was exposed. My dad couldn't bear to see it, so he changed his grandmother's new cotton-padded jacket and wore his uncle's. Iron egg thanked my dad all his life, and later he was admitted to Beijing Normal University and became a lifelong friend.

Ruyi is the son of the landlord. After attending school for several years, I caught up with the movement to crack down on Rightists, counter-revolutionaries and counter-revolutionaries, so I stopped going to school and my father was criticized to death. Actually, according to my dad, his family is honest and kind. His father went to school and was very gentle. The main reason for being rated as a landlord is that several generations are hardworking and thrifty. Before liberation, he bought several acres of land (not sold by my grandfather) and several long-term workers. At the time of liberation, he had the most land in the village. Because every village has indicators, he was rated.

Ruyi doesn't like to talk, but he is clever. He can weave straw hats and dustpans at home. After his father died, he became more reticent. More than 30 years old, haven't married a wife. In her forties, a woman who fled from other places fled to Yuezhuang and was told to marry him. Who knows that this woman is mentally ill, she ran away after several years of illness, but she disappeared. Ruyi never married again and died in her fifties.

? Five? professor

1964, my dad took the college entrance examination and was admitted to Zhengzhou University. At the beginning of the Cultural Revolution in 1966, because of his good handwriting, my father wrote all the posters in the school and became the propaganda minister of the Revolutionary Committee of Zheng Da. Soon after Zhengzhou University was founded, many professors came from Peking University and Shandong University. Among them, Professor Liu Xun is the head of the Department of Chemistry and my father's teacher.

A professor who graduated from Tsinghua University and studied in the United States, was ordered to organize Zhengzhou University in 1954, and later served as the head of the Department of Chemistry. My father was a physics department when he first entered the Times. Professor Liu Xun saw that my father was good at chemistry, so he talked to him personally and asked him to change to chemistry.

At the beginning of the Cultural Revolution, Professor Liu Xun was classified as a rightist. He criticizes his classmates every day. He came back to wash his face and went on with his class. Later, the class stopped. Professor Liu Xun still dresses neatly every day, wearing a blue tunic suit. He didn't complain and criticize his classmates, but it's a pity that students can't study in class. At that time, my father believed in calling a spade a spade, but disagreed with criticism, especially the warfare. He once told the students of the Revolutionary Committee to ignore the professors, especially the warfare.

After the suspension of classes, many professors suffered property searches. At that time, Zhengzhou Workers' Propaganda Association was stationed in Zheng Da, and my father mainly wrote posters. When the workers of the workers' propaganda meeting returned to China, they gave my dad many trophies, including stamps of the red mountains and rivers of the motherland, Guanyin inlaid with jade, and many celebrity calligraphy and painting. These things are filled with revolutionary committee halls and school dormitories. 1967, when my father went to the countryside, those cultural relics were scattered.

? Six? dad

My father, with a passion, went to the grassroots to spread the revolutionary fire. First, he worked in rural Sun Miao, eating and living with farmers, and then he worked in He Ying. My father met my mother while working in He Ying. At that time, my mother was an announcer of a radio station in He Lin Township, wearing two big braid. She was a beauty of that era. Because she needs to write some revolutionary manuscripts to get to know my father, my father fell in love with my mother at first sight, and my mother also likes this educated college student. They got married without any bride price and dowry. The wedding day was New Year's Eve, the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. My uncle asked someone to inform my grandmother that my third child would get married tomorrow, just as my grandmother killed pigs in the New Year. The next morning, before my father came back from He Ying, my mother took my uncle and my uncle took two pig legs to my grandfather's house. As soon as my dad came in, my uncle said, you're getting married today. My dad was surprised, because the family only knew their other half, but the date had not been fixed, so he was surprised and asked, are you getting married? When I turned around, I saw my mother sitting in the room.

A few years later, my father went to work in a cement factory in Wang Lou Township. The cement factory is full of dust, dirty and tired. After working for two years, my dad couldn't hold on. He found the village head and asked for a change of job. At that time, there were several jobs to choose from, one was a linen mill and the other was a teacher. My father said that he would become a teacher. 1977 after the resumption of the college entrance examination, high schools were established in all towns and villages. My father went to Guandian Township to organize Guandian High School as the principal. At that time, there were only three teachers. My father taught physics and chemistry, another teacher taught Chinese and politics, and another teacher taught mathematics. My dad was in his thirties at that time, and he had been holding it back for so many years. He is ambitious and intends to do something.

The villagers in Guandian are very poor, and most farmers just need to know a few words. They have no idea of going to college. My dad went door-to-door to mobilize students with junior high school students to go to high school and enter universities. When I was a child, I still remember visiting students' homes with my dad. My father loves to drink, and he gets half drunk every night when he comes out of the students' house. But he insisted on taking me by bike, and even the man and the car fell off after a few steps. I was left on the ridge, and I don't want to get in his car again. He repeatedly promised that I wouldn't fall again.

1978, the first batch of 6 or 70 students went to Guandian to go to school, and their fathers lived with the students.

Students who have difficulties at home and want to drop out of school should try to reduce tuition and fees and work at home. Eighty years later, the first batch of students took the college entrance examination and were admitted to two college students, breaking the record that there were no college students in the county. Then all the students in the county got wind of it and recruited more than 300 people for a long time. For several years in a row, the enrollment rate of Guandian High School ranks first in the county. Now the students who have graduated from the store for eight years are over 40 years old, and most of them hold important positions in the country. Every year, my father will be informed of the class reunion. My father is very respectful and full of gratitude.

From 65438 to 0984, because my brother and I went to school in the county, the teachers in rural primary schools and junior high schools were weak. For the sake of children's education, the father applied to transfer to the county high school, and the myth of further education in Guandian Township was slowly shattered. Eighty-five years later, my father worked as a teacher, head teacher and principal in County No.1 Middle School, and was one of the top three teachers in the county. In the county, my father still hangs out with the students. Poor students often eat and live in my house. There was once a student who studied well, but was in poor health, mainly due to malnutrition. He lived in my house for half a year, and then he was admitted to Hubei University. After graduation, I worked in Xinyang Commission for Discipline Inspection, and now I still have contact with my family.

? Seven peers

When closing the store, my neighbor was a teacher Wang, who often sighed because of difficulties at home and poverty. One year, when he returned to school after the New Year, Mr. Wang was even more unhappy. My father asked him, and Mr. Wang sighed and said, hey, a pot of white flour steamed bread was steamed during the Chinese New Year. My dad said, isn't this a good thing? Teacher Wang said that this is a good thing. White flour steamed bread can't be eaten several times a year. Steamed a cage in the New Year, thinking about eating steamed bread at home. Who knows, when I put it under the cage, the steamed bread was moldy and I had to throw it away, because it was not good all year. My dad had a heart of compassion, and then he had an experience. He can't be like Mr. Wang any more if there is anything delicious at home in the future.

Mr. Wang's family has a son who is three years older than me. I am in Grade Two and he is in Grade Five, so he often takes care of me after school. I suddenly haven't seen him go to school for a few days, so it's different. I'll ask my mother that she is ill, and ask her what's wrong. It turned out that she took two nickels from home, probably to buy some snacks and toys. When Miss Wang found out, she was shocked and didn't dare to swallow it in one gulp. Fortunately, she was rescued in time and there was no stomach perforation, but later the child's smile was even less common.

Soon, my family moved to the county seat. There is a neighbor in the county named Mr. Pang. His hair is gray and he looks very old. I think he is fifty or sixty years old, and everyone calls him Mr. Pang. When my family first moved in, Mr. Pang was not married. According to adults, Mr. Pang is only in his 40 s, because he was rated as a rightist when he was young, and he has just been rehabilitated and has never had an object. 1985, Lao Pang got married. She is a girl from Sichuan, and the harvest in her hometown is not good. She came to Henan, 20 years younger than Lao Pang. The teacher at school teased Lao Pang when he saw him: Lao Pang, watch your daughter-in-law, don't go to Sichuan and don't want you! Old Pang smiled and promised: No, no! After several years of marriage, kannika nimtragol gave birth to a girl who could run in the fields before going home. Let kannika nimtragol go back to her hometown by herself. Old Pang's eldest daughter likes it very much, and this girl is also beautiful and lovely.

When I was in high school for more than 90 years, his girl was only in primary school, and Lao Pang bought her a children's bike. In the sunset, on the playground, Lao Pang bent down to hold the bicycle handle with his hand and taught the girl to ride a bicycle, which was very warm.

follow-up action

? In 20 16, my second uncle got in touch with Yuejia ancestral hall and continued the genealogy. We are the 32nd generation grandchildren of Yue family, and our great-grandfather is the descendant of Yue Ting. In 20 17, I took my parents to the Yuefei Temple in Hangzhou, outside the Fengbo Pavilion, where there are dense old trees, thinking about the past and thinking about the future, lamenting, and wishing the past and the present the same, and the spirit will last forever.