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Twenty-eight years have passed since my father's death. Whenever I see articles in the press recalling my father, I think of my father, remember my father's voice and appearance, remember my father's teachings and instructions, and remember my father's love and affection, which makes me unforgettable for a lifetime...
I admire my father, and his old man's struggles are something I've always been proud of. In October 1952, his father took the lead in establishing the Juancheng County Handicraft Association and served as its president. In the same year, he was recommended by the county trade union as the chairman of the Juancheng County Construction Trade Union, and in 1953, he was reorganized into the Juancheng County Construction Society, then the chairman of the board of directors, and joined the Communist Party of China in 1956. In 1958, the county construction company was transformed into a local state-run company and renamed Juancheng County Construction Company, and my father successively served as director, chairman of the trade union, manager and other positions. He retired in 1978 and remained with the company for five years before returning to his home country to recuperate. During his term of office, due to his outstanding contribution to the construction industry, he was continuously recommended by the county as a deputy to the second to fifth people's congress of Juancheng County, and in 1975, he attended the provincial labor model conference with honor, won the provincial labor model medal and certificate, and became a model worker in the construction industry in the province. Special experience and outstanding achievements, my father is often called "the founder of the construction company" by several leaders and colleagues, "the old founder" and "the old predecessor", but the father never takes credit for himself, always humbly says: "I have not done enough, I hope the company will develop again!" "When I was a child, I was indeed proud and proud of my father who shone with an aura.
The father was born in a poor family, six brothers and six brothers, four older sisters, one younger sister, and the father is the only inheritor of the family's roots. When my father was 9 years old, my grandmother died. As the saying goes, the roof leaks in the overnight rain, and the boat breaks in the head wind. The following year, due to years of accumulated labor, my grandfather could not afford to fall ill, and only spent 57 spring and autumn before dying. At that time, the sister-in-law was only 8 years old, and the burden of life suddenly fell on her father's shoulders, and life was even worse. Helplessly, my father had to rely on relatives to help and beg to barely make ends meet, and tasted the bitterness and pain of the world. Later, in order to make a living, his father worshiped the folk mason Master Yin as a teacher and began a difficult career of study. Although his father was illiterate, he was talented, diligent and studious, studied hard, grew very quickly, and won the appreciation and respect of his master. He was good at ancient construction techniques such as material bricks and tiles, birds and animals, and soon became a famous mason. At that time, it enjoyed a high reputation in the county seat. Later, there were many disciples, and that was the last word.
My parents gave birth to my brother and me in their 40s, and they had children in middle age, and they were deeply in love with licking and calves, and the second elder took great care of our brothers and loved them. In the 1960s, the living standards in the countryside were very low, my mother earned money by labor in the production team, my father was working in a construction company, the monthly salary was only 46 yuan, and the whole year was tight, when my father enjoyed the state's plan of grain according to the head supply, the administrative staff supplied 29 kilograms per month, 30% of the coarse grain in the 29 kilograms supply, and the supply of fine grain was sometimes not guaranteed. But in order to let my brother and I eat white noodles "rolls" (steamed in my father's unit room), my father usually ate coarse grains for three meals a day, and at the end of the month, he exchanged the saved white film tickets for white film to carry home, afraid of breaking at the end of the month, my father had to take some sweet potatoes and nests back to the unit from home, and cook them in his own small iron pot to eat, so as to pass the famine at the end of the month. Colleagues who did not know the inside story of the unit saw this scene and thought that their father was very frugal and very good at living. In fact, my father would rather starve himself and suffer, and he would also leave the remaining white-faced "rolls" to his most beloved children, and this fatherly love is deeply imprinted in my childhood memories.
In my memory, my father was amiable and approachable, but his discipline of us was sometimes harsher. I remember one summer, I was playing truancy and going to the pond on the edge of the village with my friends to swim. Coincidentally, I was touched by my father who came home, he angrily drove me out of the pond, and slapped me on the back with hatred, with five fingerprints I cried and went home, my mother saw the pain while wiping tears while complaining that my father's hands were too heavy, blaming the child. At lunchtime, my father regretted that he had done something wrong and said to me in a serious tone: "It is not right to skip school." If you don't study well, you won't be able to make a difference, and you will suffer losses in the future. Then, my father combined with himself to talk about the difficulties and harms encountered by not having a culture. Since then, I have engraved my father's earnest teachings in my heart, lived up to his ardent expectations of me, consciously abided by school discipline, studied hard and earnestly, and my grades from primary school to high school have always been very good, at that time, the awards "displayed" in the hall house of the family became the reason and capital that my father most admired me.
His father was very passionate about the construction business, and every development process of the company poured his blood and sweat into it. Both the cadres and employees who worked with his father were touched and admired by his dedication and dedication, and in the middle of the summer of 1974, the construction of the county martyrs' cemetery project was in full swing. At this time, the construction of bricks at the construction site was suddenly urgent, and the key projects in the county were facing suspension, and my father was anxious after learning of the situation, and immediately rushed to the construction site by bicycle to understand the situation. At that time, there were very few kiln factories that processed bricks and tiles, and the bricks used at the construction site were generally the beidianzi kiln factory more than 40 miles north of the city. The road is far, the traffic is inconvenient, and there is no telephone, in order to catch up with the progress of the project, the old father who is more than old does not listen to the dissuasion of the construction site personnel, insists on personally riding to the Beidianzi kiln factory to adjust bricks, his old man's family ignores the high age and weakness, the summer heat and the bumpy dirt road, all the way to the kiln factory, overnight to implement the brick supply plan. For several days, my father ate and lived in the kiln factory, and when he was hungry, he nibbled on the "dry food" that came with his mouth with onions or pickles, and drank cold water when he was thirsty. After the brick supply task was completed, at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, when the father dragged his tired body home, it rained heavily on the way. The country roads are muddy and it's hard to walk. The mud-plugged wheels in the car tiles could not turn, so my father had to use the branches to clean up for a while, push and walk for a while, stop and go, stop and go. I didn't get home until after 9 p.m. Tired and hungry on the way, coupled with the rain, my father fell ill. The next morning, my father had a terrible fever and a sore throat so swollen that he could not speak. His mother advised him to rest at home for a day, but his stubborn father stood up hard: "Cold and fever is a small illness, there are too many things in the company, I have to go back to see." 」 Say, push the bike and go. This was my father, an old Communist Party member who was devoted to his work.
In August 1978, my father, as one of the first batch of veteran workers of the collective enterprise to enjoy the state retirement treatment, retired from his post (the company decided to retain it). At that time, I was my father's preferred "internal" successor. Therefore, a "Collective Enterprise Care recruitment form for recruiting the children of employees" transformed me from a private teacher to a regular employee of the county construction company. During the retention period, my father still held the position of deputy manager, and he paid great attention to and loved our 18 young people who "took over", constantly using the evening time to give us "political lessons" and teach us how to learn from advanced figures and our fathers. At the meeting, the father's expectant gaze and serious look made the new students remember it for a lifetime. My father was more strict with me: "Be honest, work seriously, study hard, and be a good worker who is red and professional!" This is my father's constant advice and encouragement to me. In order to prevent me from breeding a "sense of superiority" in my thinking, soon after I went to work, my father instructed the Political Engineering Department to assign me to the construction site of the eleventh team of automobiles to work and exercise, and to eat, live and work with the front-line workers of the construction. The summer top is extremely hot, the winter hat is harsh in winter, sweat on sunny days, and mud on rainy days. Front-line labor has cultivated my spirit of bearing hardships and standing hard work and the courage to overcome difficulties. That unusual period of tempering and experience made me unforgettable and beneficial for a lifetime, and made me understand that bearing hardships and standing hard work is a "compulsory course" for life's struggle, and it is the cornerstone and ladder for life to succeed. Under the guidance of my father's church and guidance, through my own efforts to forge ahead, I was selected by the company as a material clerk, accounting supervisor, chief of political engineering section, chairman of the trade union, many times by the provincial, municipal and county construction departments commendations and awards, and in September 1988 gloriously joined the Communist Party of China.
In my mind, my father was very honest. There is one thing that still impresses me. It was not long after I joined the work, because I ate and lived on the construction site, in order to solve the accommodation problem, I used my monthly salary of 24 yuan to buy a "sanitary bed" in the market. At that time, the surviving father was still in charge of logistics and had the right to partially sign the reimbursement. One day, I found my father early in the morning, handed him the document to be reimbursed, and waited for him to sign the reimbursement, but unexpectedly touched the nail. The father looked at the reimbursement form and said: "The bed is for our own use, the reimbursement is not appropriate!" With that, he took $30 out of his pocket and gave it to me. I was a little confused: "Aren't some students reimbursed?" But my father solemnly rejected me: "People are special circumstances, we don't take advantage of the light of the public family!" Saying that, the father unceremoniously tore the reimbursement note to shreds. Seeing this, although I couldn't think straight, my father, who knew that he was not stubborn, had to give up. Through this little thing, I learned about my father, who was a principled and "public-private" man.
After returning to his hometown, his father was still concerned about the development of the company. Every time I went back to my hometown, my father asked the most about the development of the company. When he heard that he encountered difficulties, he would lock his brows, and when he heard about the progress of development, he would smile and smile, and finally, as usual, he would tell you: "Work well", "Contribute more to the company" and other words of encouragement, the father was diligent and frugal all his life, and the elderly father still insisted on working in the field, helping the third brother to feed pigs and raise cattle, and never refused to idle. Every time I visited him, I advised him: "Stop working, pay attention to your body!" ”。 But my father always said happily: "The body is fine, and the light work can still be done!" "In the fall of 1987, when I heard the news of my father's hemiplegia, I rushed home with anxiety all the way. I was stunned, and my old father lay on the recliner at home with his eyes closed, breathless. My heart was full of panic, and I fell to my knees in front of my father, tears streaming down my face: "Daddy, how are you?" My father opened his eyes hard, the corners of his mouth twitching but he couldn't speak, and my heart was almost broken.
People go and never return, only tears fall. On the twenty-seventh day of the first month of 1988, my father closed his eyes peacefully, and he spent his life writing his sincerity and love for the cause of architecture. After my father's death, he did not leave us any gold, silver jewelry and property to show off, but his high style, self-denial, honesty and frugality, and harmonious demeanor are our inexhaustible spiritual wealth.
About author:Hou Lingxiao, a native of Juancheng, Shandong. Now working in Shandong Jinrun Construction Co., Ltd., senior engineer, member of Shandong Prose Literature Society. His prose works have appeared in Qilu Evening News, Today's Heze "Ode to Fengya", Liaoning "Published Party School", "Workers' World", "Shandong Construction Industry", "Shandong Construction Daily", "Heze Daily", "Peony Evening News" and other newspapers and periodicals
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