Memories of Grandma's house

When she returned home at night, Zixia felt that the atmosphere at home was not right, and listened to her mother say that her father had resigned from the master in the canteen, and her mother was very angry, and her mother's thinking had not yet completely changed, and she was afraid that the state's policy would change. But Dad seemed to have an iron heart, and he was not moved by what Mom said. There is no way for two people to get angry and ignore each other. Zi Xia's father wanted to run his own business, and there was a tricycle at home, so he just quit his job to do some business of pulling feet and transporting. Zi Xia's father said that looking at the people in the town, the people who run and buy and sell by themselves have made money, and there is no hope for going to work by relying on dead wages, and there is no hope for promotion. Taking advantage of the youth, the current policy of the country is still good, let's do something ourselves, it is definitely better than going to work. Zixia didn't quite understand the country's policies, but she felt that the current country was indeed much more relaxed than her mother said in the first few years. Zi Xia is too young, and she is still not involved in family affairs. Just hope Mom and Dad can be kind.

The next day, Xia went to school as usual, but the family was still very depressed, and Zixia was not happy. Didn't talk along the way. I don't know what I'm thinking.

In the morning, when the class teacher was in class, he announced that the school would hold a grade group competition, which would start tomorrow afternoon, and the last two classes of each afternoon would be used as competition time. The top ten students in the class must participate in order to prepare everyone. Zixia has no concept to compete in, has not participated in before. Imagine it like an exam. Zixia is still very worried about her father's resignation, and sometimes thinks about family affairs when she goes to class. The matter of the competition Zi Xia did not pay attention to it. At night, when I returned home, my father said that he would drive tomorrow to find ZiXia's uncle's family to see, the uncle's family lived in a pastoral area, Zixia's father had been a soldier there for four or five years, due to inconvenient transportation, there were many mountain goods and medicinal materials, and the price was not bad, so first go to see the situation. ZiXia's mother has always been quite critical of her father's resignation, but she still helps her father prepare things for the road. Zi Xia's father was a little excited, maybe he revisited for some reason, maybe he broke free of the canteen work for himself.

The next day, before dawn, Zixia's father drove away. My uncle's family is still quite far from Lizi Xia's house to drive 7-8 hours away, and it is basically a mountain road, fortunately, Dad is very familiar with the road conditions, so there is no need to worry. Zi Xia's impression is that her uncle's family is out of power, the transportation is still an ox cart, and after an hour, her mother will return to her mother's house every Spring Festival, then her grandfather will drive the ox cart to the station to pick them up. The ox cart is very slow like an old man with a dragon clock. When she can see her grandfather's house, Zixia will basically run back. The pastoral areas are scattered, and they are basically Mongols. But the Mongol people are very simple and hospitable, not as cunning as the Han, Zixia and his uncle often go to the Mongolian family to play, when the Mongols will give Zixia a lot of dairy products and beef and mutton jerky. What made Zixia more curious was the yurt where the Mongols lived, which were made up of felt and cattle and sheep's fur. The outside is covered with white cloth, round, and the sparse and staggered distribution in the distance is very different from the Han people's residence. Whenever spring begins, the herdsmen's cattle and sheep cannot stand up because of the lack of grass. Zi Xia's grandfather would take the rice from the family, exchange one bowl for a sheep, and two bowls and three bowls for a cow that could not stand. Then bring it home, feed the cattle or sheep that can't be occupied with grain and hay, and take good care of it, so that in a few days the cattle and sheep that are exchanged will be able to stand up again and jump around alive. In this way, relying on the quiet care of my grandfather and grandmother, my uncle's cattle and sheep were in herds. According to my grandfather, there are many cattle and sheep in the Mongolian family, and many livestock that cannot stand up cannot be taken away before the nomadism begins, and they are basically thrown away, and many of them are picked up and eaten by animals on the mountain. Due to the lack of electricity and inconvenient transportation in pastoral areas, most of the herders can not reserve so much winter pasture before winter, and basically pure herders are nomadic, that is, where the water and grass are good, they go there, and in winter they return to the village. This is a tradition of thousands of years in their pastoral areas.

Zi Xia still remembered that the boiling heat of the Kang in her grandmother's house was afraid that Zi Xia was cold, and Grandma and Grandpa were ready to prepare more dairy products, dried meat, beef and mutton, etc. Zi Xia's small body plate could not resist the temptation of delicious food and the heat of the kang, and all of a sudden it accumulated food, and it could not be discharged for several days. The uncle went to the doctor's house several times, but the doctor was not there, and he went to the doctor. In the evening, the doctor finally came, it was a Mongolian doctor, the doctor touched Zixia's stomach, and then said a bunch of Mongolian language, and then gave Zixia a pill of black Mongolian medicine, Zixia ate, and it didn't take long to shout that his stomach hurt and go to the toilet. This time, Zixia finally excreted all the food she had eaten for the past few days. This incident left a deep impression on Zixia, especially the Mongolian doctor, the magical black pill, which is still unforgettable.

On all sides of my uncle's family are high mountains, I heard my mother say that there are many medicinal herbs and animals in the mountains, and when my mother was studying, she often went to the mountains with several brothers and sisters to dig up medicinal materials to earn tuition. Once, my mother and uncle went to the mountain to dig for medicinal herbs, met a newborn fawn, sleeping in the grass, and when she saw the sleeping fawn, her mother shouted out in a hurry and woke up the fawn. The fawn stood up and ran away... At that time, some people specially collected this deer that had just been born, saying that it was several thousand pieces a piece, but unfortunately did not seize such a good opportunity... Grandpa said that they were originally the former capital of the Liao Dynasty, and many Yelü family members were buried here. Many people from outside come here to rob tombs. Herders hate digging in the mountains and can easily trap cattle and sheep.

At that time, in the winter, people nearby could always pick up sika deer, robes, rabbits, yellow sheep and so on that were eaten by wolves, and the people in those years lacked food and clothing, and picked them up. Take it back and give it to the family to make a tooth sacrifice. There was no electricity in the mountains, only the old-fashioned kerosene lamps, the dim lights, swaying those hard years. In those years in the village, there was a big commune store department, and there were many shelves in the store department, but it was empty. There are only a few things you can buy, and sometimes your aunt will lead Zixia to buy some sugar, pastries, or something. There is no shortage of meat in the Mongolian families in the pastoral area, but every year the brigade will organize a yak festival for the people, that is, buy a yak from the herdsmen's family and kill it and distribute it to the local people. That was a great joy for the Han people who did not have many cattle and sheep, and every household sent a mongolian-speaking person to receive it. The Han chinese had few livestock that they were reluctant to kill and eat, and basically they all planted land and relied on the meager grain in the field to survive...

Zixia was still trying to think about various things in her grandmother's house, and her mother's voice said, "Eat, hurry to school after eating!" Xin Zixia returned to God.