The old man has a granddaughter named Little Cotton. The old man is the ninth in line, the eight children above are not alive, and when I was about five or six years old, my ninth father was already sixty years old. Nine Fathers are not going to plant

The old man has a granddaughter named Little Cotton.

The old man is the ninth in line, the eight children above are not alive, and when I was about five or six years old, my ninth father was already sixty years old.

Nine grandma is not able to farm, nine grandma is 11 fingers, when I was a child was very scared, because the thumb is two split, but connected together, nine grandma said that it is because when I was a child was cut by the landlord, so far I do not know whether it is true or false.

The Ninth Father has a son, and the son I have forgotten now, I called Uncle.

After Little Cotton was born, her mother hated the poor family and ran away with the town's ruffians, and Little Cotton's father had tuberculosis and could not do heavy work, mostly picking up rags.

Once I saw the goats in Little Cotton's house feeding, where did I ask her, I haven't drunk my mother's milk, have you drunk it?

Little Cotton said I didn't have a mother.

I asked her, what about your mother?

Little Cotton said, my mother ran away with people, don't want us.

I told her, it's okay, I have a mom, I'll share half of you.

Little Cotton said very cautiously, in fact, I still want a mother, my mother is back, I don't want it anymore.

When I was a child, my family and Xiao Cotton were very poor, and when my parents raised fish, I caught fish in the river, caught crucian carp and the like, and my mother asked me to send it to jiuda's family. In fact, cotton and I both want to eat meat.

Little Cotton's father wandered outside all day, picking up rags, going home every New Year's Day, going to Xinjiang the farthest place, and later died in Xinjiang, when the body came back, it had been cremated, and the body could not be brought back. When his father died, I was not in the first grade of elementary school.

In this life, I love to eat bananas, because little cotton's father, the first time he met, was to give me a handful of bananas, now that I think about it, it should be sesame bananas. Because his father said, thank you for accompanying little cotton. That banana, there are several, my mother locked in the cupboard, one every day, every day is very much looking forward to, when I ate the second one, one morning, little cotton cried to see me said, her father went to work again...

The labor force in the family is only nine fathers, and the nine grandmothers walk very slowly, with a pestle and a cane.

When I was a child, I wanted a small drum with little cotton, nine fathers let me catch almost half a pound of heavy frogs back, peeled the skin and dried a small drum for our bamboo fence, frog meat nine grandma stewed let me and little cotton eat belly, now think, this is so luxurious, handmade custom original ecological small drum Wow, I can blow a lifetime of, I had a customized handmade leather drum when I was a child

Little Cotton's family lived for a year, relying on nine fathers to earn money, including Little Cotton later went to school, Little Cotton and I are at the same table, I am very happy

In the summer vacation, I really like to go to the river with the little cotton to touch the mussels, and the ninth grandmother boiled the water to cook the river mussels, cut off the meat of the river mussels, dried them, and fried them for us to eat, which was strong and fragrant

Little cotton is very afraid of water, I am not afraid, the water in the river is very clear, the snails along the river have a lot of meat, I can touch a lot of snails every time to go home to fight the tooth sacrifice, use the vise bar snail's ass clip off, and then washed it for nine grandmothers to burn, plus nine grandmother's pepper sauce, we can eat for a day, tooth grinning spicy death is still very happy

In the winter, cotton and I would go to the fields to steal beans, salted fish, sweet potatoes, dig a pit, chop wood, and burn it to eat.

Cotton and I went to the fields with the tools given by Daddy Nine to cover pheasants, catch rabbits, and catch the hedgehogs for food.

When I was a child, there was no TELEVISION in the village, but I and Little Cotton had seen people on the comic strip, and she and I would drive her goats to the wheat field, and they would be beaten by their parents, because the comic strip said that the grass of the grassland could be grazed directly...

There is a three-story mulberry tree near the riverbank, the fruit is generally low in the place will be picked by passers-by, only the higher you climb, the fruit can be picked, the small cotton is generally very hungry when I come back to my house and call me, ask me if I can pick her today, she wants to eat mulberry.

After I climbed to the top of the tree, I shook the tree, and the purple mulberries would fall down as if it were raining, and the little cotton would hold her head in one hand and pick up the mulberries with the other, giggling. Generally after eating mulberries home is also beaten, because the clothes are all purple, can not be washed off, it does not matter, my little cotton clothes can be said to be a hundred family clothes, because they are given by nearby villagers.

Those days lasted for a few years, because the Ninth Father died, and finally he was old, and when he died, he did not suffer anything, slept and slept, and never got up again.

Nine grandma can't stand it, nine grandma is older than nine dad grade, nine dad passed away, nine grandma is not ok, the doctor hangs water at home, all sigh, or failed to keep nine grandma.

Little Cotton cried many times, because her mother ran away, and her father died, but the remaining grandparents actually had no relatives.

At that time, Little Cotton was at my house, and my mother accompanied her. The people in the village didn't know what to do, Little Cotton was under 18 years old, and now it seemed that he could send him to a welfare home, but at that time we didn't know.

Later, he was picked up by a distant relative, and the relatives of the family sent the small cotton to Changzhou to learn tailoring and make clothes.

One year during the New Year, I received a phone call at the mouth of the village, little cotton hit, little cotton cried and said to me, every day for more than ten hours to make clothes, cut the thread of clothes, the butt is rotten, so much to miss me.

Little Cotton was crying on the other end of the phone, and I couldn't cry on the other end of the phone.

Later, I never contacted Xiao Cotton again, I entrusted a lot of people to help me find her, the village moved, and we did not have the contact information and address of his distant relatives, I was not in the village, I could only entrust people, find relatives in my hometown, help me find.

Finally, in 14 years, I learned from my uncle in the same village that after working for a small cotton in two years, I found my in-laws and married a man who was a few years older than a car repairman.

Now little cotton should do business on the border between China and Vietnam, the whole family has moved away, and now the business is doing well, about two million a year. Occasionally come back to the ancestral grave, all live well.

I didn't go looking for little cotton, I gave the uncle a gift every year, and if little cotton came back, secretly help me see how things were going, how was the little cotton doing, and I was satisfied to know that the little cotton was doing well.