(i)
In 1978, one winter night, around eight o'clock, my mother had gone to her room to rest, and the three of my brothers and sisters were lying on the kang, pestering my grandmother to tell stories...
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, first carefully tapping on the door, then rhythmically tapping the door knocker on the door. The sound was not loud, but on that quiet rural winter night, it sounded very clear. Hearing a knock at the door, my mother came out of her room, and as she passed our room, my mother tapped on our door, and my grandmother told me to get up and open the door.
At that time, my mother was the secretary of the village branch. At night, people often came to my house, or came to a meeting, or had something to coordinate, and my mother was in our house to receive me. Over time, we were all well trained: whenever someone came, we lay in our respective beds, motionless and silent.
Here came a man and a woman. The man had a handsome face, big eyes, thick lips, and looked very gentle and gentle; the woman looked also handsome, a bit like my favorite singer Guo Lanying at that time, although her face was haggard, she couldn't hide the beauty, clean and neat. After sitting down, they first said a few polite words and began to talk about the hukou issue. I couldn't understand their words, and apart from not knowing what they were talking about, I couldn't understand the men's foreign accents.
After they left, my grandmother told me that the woman was the daughter of our village, who was admitted to a normal university many years ago, and during her schooling, she fell in love with a man who was a teacher and was expelled from school. Together they returned to the man's home on the banks of the Yellow River, a place full of saline and alkali land, and the poor could not eat, so they asked for food everywhere. They came to my mother in the hope that she would accept them and move their hukou to our village. My mother, who regarded them as cultured people and was distressed by their four children, consulted with the rest of the village committee and agreed to move their hukou to our village. There are more than 600 people in our village, with an average of more than two acres of land per person. Grain is grown in the fields, and cotton is also grown, and the harvest is quite ok in the nearby three miles and five villages.
After they moved in, they temporarily stayed at her mother's house. The man and woman began working to earn work to provide school for their four children. At that time, the distribution system in the village was: 70% of the mu of production was divided according to the head, 30% was divided according to the work, the grain earned according to the head was earned, and the money was divided according to the work. Because his family has many children, their family has more grain, but the work is less and the money is less. Finally, there was more than enough food and clothing, and the faces of the family of six were red and smiling.
In November 1978, Xiaogang Village, Fengyang County, Anhui Province, implemented the household contract responsibility system of "dividing the land into households and taking responsibility for profits and losses", which opened the curtain on China's rural reform and opening up.
During that time, my mother was busier than usual, and in addition to grasping the production in the village, she often participated in visits, studies, and meetings organized by the county and the commune. After returning, I discussed with a group of people from the village committee whether it was possible to divide the fields into households, and everyone debated fiercely and debated for a long time.
In 1980, our village officially began to divide the land to households, and each person received two acres of land.
In 1983, their eldest son graduated from high school, and the three of them planted twelve acres of land for six people. With land, they who were once full of desire for land have greater motivation. They became rich by their hard work and built their own new houses on the east side of the village. His new home is on my way to school, and I can see the hard work of the three of them every weekend, especially the two of them, as if they are rejuvenated and tireless.
In the days that followed, their family and my family were always in good condition. Years after we moved to town, they came together to visit my mother. The impression the two of them left was so harmonious and loving that no one had ever seen their red faces. In 1991, when I got married, the two of them came from their hometown to celebrate. They told me that their son, who had gone to college to stay as a teacher, had found a rural daughter-in-law. Their words surprised me: in those days, non-agricultural hukou was so out of reach for rural people, rural children desperately tried to study in order to turn into non-agricultural hukou, and many girls preferred to marry worse and marry into the suburban area, just to narrow the distance between them and urban people... His youngest son has jumped out of the farm, and his personal conditions are good, why should he find a rural girl? They told me that my son studied agriculture, and that their family was optimistic about the countryside and had such a good agricultural policy that they felt that they could make a difference by planting land in the countryside. Their words filled me with new hopes and expectations for the countryside.
For many years, every time my mother went back to her hometown to go to the grave, she had to take a detour to visit their home, and they always specially prepared some grain and vegetables for her mother to grow in the field. The mother, who was full of affection for that hot land, was full of joy.
Around 2006, their granddaughter-in-law gave birth. I accompanied my mother to congratulations. They joyfully told their mothers that now that the agricultural tax has been abolished, the peasants are getting more and more energetic to cultivate the land! Soon, they told their mother that cooperative medical care has been increased in the countryside, which has greatly reduced the burden of peasants seeking medical treatment; now the living standards of rural people have indeed improved, and families have bought cars, and some families even have two or three cars...
(ii)
About eight years ago, they called to tell their mother that the village was going to carry out land transfer, and their eldest son enthusiastically signed up and transferred six hundred acres of land. Mother asked: Can you get busy? They replied: With the full support of the younger son, the eldest son is very confident! It turns out that their choice is right, the eldest has many years of experience in doing farm work, the second has a belly of agricultural knowledge, and more importantly, they have experienced a hard life they have an almost admiring enthusiasm for the land, under the leadership of the two brothers, the whole family works together, braves the heat and cold, hard work, and their farm is running smoothly.
The year before, she had died of him. I accompanied my mother to see her, and she said very calmly: I have been busy for most of my life, and I have just begun to enjoy happiness. You see how good the days are now, the children are doing a good job, the heavy grandson is also picked up and dropped off by the school bus, don't need him to manage; he loves the land so much, after his son transferred the land, he went to the field almost every day, and every time he hummed a little song back... Who would have thought that he would be so unblessed. The villagers said that she was quite a Shinto, and before he died, he joked with a village woman: If I die, I will carry you. Unexpectedly, when he was still on his way to cremation, the village woman hurriedly chased him away.
On the way back, I asked my mother if he would regret what he did when he was young when he was dying. Mother said that there is no regret, it is all fate. They've loved it all their lives.
I kind of regret for them: they could have had a better life. It's just that when people are surrounded by a true feeling, who has the reason to think more.
Fortunately, as my mother said, they loved for the rest of their lives. In this way, no matter how much they pay, when they die, they will not regret their past lives. Moreover, the life they lived afterwards seemed to be exactly what they had hoped for.
On July 15, 2018, according to the custom of our hometown on the new wheat grave, my little brother and I took my mother back to my hometown to go to the grave. In the past, we all passed through the new city and entered the village from the north of the village, but this time, because we wanted to visit the sick sister-in-law, we detoured through Zhou Village and entered the village from the south of the village.
Entering the boundaries of my village, my mother began to sigh: since I left in 1986, I have not gone to the field. I looked out the window of the car and said casually: It's no longer what you look like when you were at home.
On the ground, a huge banner appeared in front of the eyes: so-and-so ecological farm, welcome to pick. I hurriedly ordered my little brother to stop, and I asked my mother if this was their son's farm, and my mother said yes.
In the farm that cannot be seen at a glance, there are large crops, but also large melons, large vegetables, and sheep. His eldest son was delighted to see us. Under a tent with freshly plucked croissant honey and melon, I asked how much is a pound? He said he didn't want the money. My mother said that I didn't want money, and he said to my mother, I have always wanted to send something to my grandmother (according to the generations in the village, he called my mother and grandmother), but it was not too late. It's just right.
Leaving his farm, we went to the grave. The car turned into the alley, just in time to see her sitting in front of his house, and when she saw us, she greeted us warmly and said that she had been waiting for us since the morning. She picked up a bag of beans next to her and forced it into us.
On the way back, I told my mother that she was nearly eighty, still so neat, you see the pair of white socks on her feet, spotless look..... My mother said in her usual tone of shanggang that she had caught up with good policies and good times, and she could enjoy her old age in peace. Mother said that the current land circulation policy has completely liberated the labor force, farmers do not need to cultivate land to get the income they deserve, the young labor force is supplemented to enterprises with personnel needs, earning an extra income, these old people, there is only one year left.
I vividly remembered the scene of my grandmother, who was nearly seventy years old, returning from the slope many years ago: under the scorching sun, my grandmother with a turban wrapped around her head was sweating, she carried a basket full of vegetables on her right arm, and in her left hand she suddenly fanned a fan that had been sewn with cloth many times, and her feet were upside down, trembling on the dusty country road...
, pen name Ami. He is a member of the Peasants' and Workers' Democratic Party, a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Society, a member of the Provincial Youth Writers Association, an executive vice chairman of the Municipal Youth Writers Association, and a columnist of Zibo Evening News. The articles have been scattered in "Zibo Financial and Economics New Daily", "Ten Years of Literary Scene", "Zibo Sound screen newspaper", "Qingdao Morning Post", "Beijing Youth Daily", "China Discipline Inspection and Supervision Daily", "Shandong Pictorial", "Rural Public" and other newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the province, and have won awards at all levels of essays for many times, and the essay collection "Pomegranate Blossom" has been published. Over the years, I like to wander in famous works, record my life in words, and continue to practice in writing, hoping to gradually perfect myself.
One point number Shandong financial literature
![【My hometown and I(32)】Wuping students send lyrics and blessings to their hometown![fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)