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Blue eyeballs
When I was very young, my mother always said that she was worried about my eyes, afraid that there would be problems in the future. I asked why, my mother mysteriously said that when I was just born, the eyeballs were blue, everyone was frightened when they saw it, and then I heard the old man at home say that I had to ask the uncle of the child, every day when I ate, I used chopsticks to dip some wine, point at the eyebrow, and insist on it for a while, it would be fine.
Later, I really asked my two uncles to give me a snack every day, and then I was fine. Now I doubt the credibility of this matter. The former uncles always told me about this matter: Thanks to them, I survived.
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Injured hands and feet
The eyes that are always worried have always been very good, but the hands and feet are always injured, and I remember that there were probably two or three major injuries.
The first time, when I was still in Hanyang, the family used a large aluminum pot (pictured below) to burn a large pot of water, I was crazy in the house, running all over the house, and accidentally knocked down the water that was almost boiling, and almost a pot of water was poured on my feet. Later, I don't know how good it is, the feeling of pain is forgotten, I only remember the picture of me running by the stove and a pot of water suddenly pouring down.
The second time was at Grandma's house. A few people ran to the kitchen to play, others were playing with buckets of water, but I picked up the fire tongs by the stove (pictured below). A fire tong in the countryside has been used for many years, and the top of the fire tongs has been used very sharply. I took the fire tongs and did nothing else, but concentrated on piercing the ground, piercing my left foot. At that time, although people had little strength, I always loved to run around barefoot, with such a sharp fire tongs, piercing my own small feet, it was not difficult, not to mention, I did not know that I would pierce myself, and when I was rooted in the ground, I only wanted to be deeper (so there was nothing to mess with me, I was crazy, even I could make a cruel hand)
The third time it was my turn. In autumn, after the family has harvested the rapeseed, they will bundle the rapeseed stalks in the field and keep them for firewood, and if there are many or cannot be used, they will start a fire and burn them. That year, the family was cooking vegetable stems again, remembering that popcorn was fried by corn, my cousin and I took some corn from home, squatted in front of the fire to roast popcorn, ate vigorously, one did not squat steadily, I poured my whole body into the fire, just when my face was about to fall into the fire, I quickly put my left hand into the fire, propped up my body, stabilized and then quickly withdrew my left hand, went back to the water without stopping, but my hand was still burned. Fortunately, the fire was not big, and I reacted fast enough that only my hand was burned. Now that I think about it, I feel afraid, if I pour my whole body into it... Hiss ~ ~ ~ ~ do not dare to think, do not dare to think.
At that time, I went to see a doctor and smeared some medicine, but the left hand still inevitably blistered a lot, in fact, it is not a blister, it is a bubble, there is no water in it, I can also see through the bulging "skin" of my complete hand back, the whole back of the hand bulging bubble is about three or four centimeters high, I will be cried every day. Later, the uncle of the same village told grandma a folk recipe, find a few shells to wash, roast with fire, bake until they are broken when touched, add cooking oil and mix well, and then find a chicken feather, duck feathers or goose feathers, in short, the lighter the better the hair clean, gently brush the mixed shell powder on the burned part. At that time, I did not know whether it was used almost with the medicine, or this home remedy was really effective, used for a few days, the bubbles on the back of the hand broke at night, and the bubbles that got up early to see the deflated bubbles were frightened, and did not dare to touch, only fortunate to be lucky that it was broken at night, otherwise it would cry again, and it was glad that there was no disgusting water, and it was glad that there was no scar on the hand. (Don't ask me how to bake the shells mentioned above, I only know the method, I have not operated, even if I want to get it myself at the time, I can't get it)
My hand was burned the most impressive and the most seriously injured in so many years, so my memory is relatively clear.
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Tied up at home (Mom firmly refused to admit it, I firmly believeD I remembered correctly)
Also in Hanyang, when my mother and aunt often went out together, my brother was only about one year old, they couldn't take two children, and then go to the market to buy some things and come back, afraid that I would go crazy at home like before and hurt myself, so the two of them thought of a "good way"
That's right, it was to tie me to a chair (pictured below), and I remember that they were still afraid that I would slip down, so they found a large cloth bag with two long ropes, put me in the bag, and then tied me to the chair with the rope at the mouth of the bag. I don't remember if I tied them up while I was asleep, but when they came back, I cried so much that I was in tears.
In April of this year, I remembered this and ran to ask me ↓↓↓↓ (Forgive the dialect that sounds like swearing~)
She was full of denial, but I remembered that I had heard it from my aunt, otherwise I would not have been able to restore my memory. It's a pity that I went home on May Day and completely forgot about it, otherwise I would have asked a good question.
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Penalty kneeling
When we were young, my parents never beat us (except for my brother; except for one time when my father did not sleep, as will be mentioned later), if we did something wrong, our parents would only yell at us, and after the training, we would feel angry, and we would "kneel by ourselves". We bowed our heads to bear the roar, so we went to find a place that looked more comfortable to kneel, in memory, I was punished to kneel the most times, but because every time I confessed my mistake, my attitude was very sincere and my personality was too cowardly, and I spent the least time kneeling each time, almost always the first person to be called up by my parents.
Once, for some reason, I was punished by my mother for kneeling again, and before I knelt for long, my mother had something to do. Probably because it was nap time, I was too sleepy to kneel, I didn't kneel for a while and fell asleep, I don't know how long later, my mother came back to see me kneeling on the ground, falling asleep with my hands on the ground, and I was distressed, angry, and funny, and finally I couldn't bear the laughter and let me get up.
Another time, what should be the festival, the family came to the guests, parents and guests are gossiping at the dinner table, a few of us children are playing on the side, somehow crazy up, probably our voice overshadowed the sound of their cups, Dad roared, said I was too crazy, and let me kneel, looking at the little friends who just played together, I was a little embarrassed, skimming Dad did not know whether he was angry or drunk red face, and did not dare to refute, had to use X2 times slow motion to start bending his knees, Just when the knee was about to kiss the ground, Dad smiled and said, "Forget it, don't kneel, still wear new clothes, don't get your clothes dirty when you kneel" I immediately stood up straight, and it turned out that wearing new clothes could avoid kneeling.