In the hard work, the Liu family gradually developed into a famous big family in the village. Unfortunately, during the Qing Dynasty, a fire suddenly destroyed the Liu's residence, and a precious genealogy with a long history was also destroyed in the fire! After the fire, the Liu family, with a population of more than 200 people, was forced to split up and fled to all parties to find a way out! Now the descendants of Liu in Leibo, Jinyang, Sichuan, Chuxiong, Yunnan and other places are the same family with the same roots and ancestors and the same branch.
My grandfather Liu Zaikao is not only an old party member, but also served as the production captain of the commune. The word "endure" in grandpa's name may indicate that he will experience countless hardships in his life!
When liberation, grandpa was already a young man of 19 years old! That year, he walked 40-50 km mountain road with a basket of eggs on his back, crossed Jinsha River, and came to Dengchang Street in Jinyang County, Sichuan Province to sell eggs. When he first arrived in the market town, he ran into a gun battle. Grandpa was scared by the fierce gunfire and hid behind an earthen bag. A PLA soldier said to him, "Hide well until we call you out." After about an hour, this bandit armed force, which has been entrenched in the rebellion along the Jinsha River for many years, was completely annihilated (the bandit leader was Xu Yuanming, nicknamed "Xu Claw Claw", and it is said that although Xu's hands were disabled, he was a good marksman)! After the army solved the bandits, grandpa sold out his eggs in the street and returned home safely!
It is said that during the battle, Xu Yuanming hid in a dead tree trunk, and the carpet search of PLA soldiers soon approached the dead tree trunk where he was hiding. Xu hurriedly shot and killed eight or nine soldiers, and was finally killed on the spot! After the news of Xu Yuanming's death spread, the people who suffered greatly along the Jinsha River beat gongs and drums and cheered!
Grandpa used to be a tenant of the landlord family of the Long family. He often told us stories about the landlord families of Long Yun, Luhan and Longzehui. He said that at that time, 65% of the grain grown by farmers and livestock such as pigs, chickens, cows and sheep were given to their landlord families (commonly known as "beads")! Grandpa once planted corn for the landlord's family (Long Yun family) in Songle Village. He was so hungry that when people were not looking, he put a handful of corn filled with manure into his mouth and wolfed it down. Fortunately, he was not found by the landlord's "steward", or he would be hung from a tree and beaten raw!
During the liberation, the landlords of the Long and Lu families were taken behind the township schools to suppress them. Grandpa witnessed the whole process!
Grandpa was agile and vigorous when he was young, and he was one of the best mountain climbers in the village! At that time, the villagers all unified in the commune's "mess hall" to eat from the same pot, and adults and children had to work in the mountains to earn work points before they could enter the commune to eat! According to grandpa, in that hard and backward era, due to the lack of meat, villagers could only eat one or two halves of meat on holidays, and children generally looked sallow and emaciated. At that time, children were more willing to eat fat meat, because fat meat was more oily and fleshy, and eating fat meat could make them feel that they really ate meat!
At that time, firewood was used for cooking and cooking in the commune! Most people dare not cut down the trees that grow on the cliff. Grandpa climbed up the cliff effortlessly and put the tree down after three or two times. Party member is often called to hold meetings in the city to arrange and deploy the collective production work. After receiving the notice, Grandpa and them will have to walk the mountain road for one and a half days to get to the city 185 kilometers away! Over time, grandpa's feet have a thick layer of calluses. At that time, my grandfather was able to express his opinions and opinions at the meeting in an eloquent and rational way, and his mind was clear and transparent!
When he was in his fifties, grandpa was working in the mountains. He was hit on the head by a sheep released by a villager surnamed Zeng in the next community. Later, he was rushed to the town health center for treatment. Although he recovered his life, he left a lifelong headache and dizziness!
Grandpa often recalls the accident and often sighs: "After being hit by a stone, my skull has been very confused since then and I have become half disabled."
In my impression, grandpa cherishes food very much. If a grain of rice falls on the table or even on the ground during dinner, he will not hesitate to pick it up and throw it into his mouth, always giving people a nonchalant look, and he will often tell us something about the past hunger! Grandpa likes to smoke cigarettes, and he will wrap the books we have eliminated and smoke cigarettes; Grandpa's new clothes have never been worn, and he has been at the bottom of the box for years!
1995, the gentle and virtuous grandmother (Xie Kaizhi) died in the day and night running; In 2005, grandpa's eldest son (the author's father) also died of illness. After his father's death, according to the custom, Mr. Taoist was asked to make him a "Dojo". During those days, Grandpa hid in his bedroom without eating or drinking and cried quietly. Until the day when the coffin lifted his father out of the house, grandpa couldn't help it any longer. He cried at the top of his lungs, so helpless and helpless ...
Widowed, white-haired people send black-haired people, after being hit by where will you go again and again, Grandpa is getting more and more depressed!
In the summer of 20 16, grandpa hobbled around the village for several days. He looked at the mountains and rivers in his hometown and kept sighing! He kept asking my uncle and aunt when I would go home after the exam ... When I was a child, I dreamed many times that my grandfather was carrying a snakeskin bag and walked out of the village without looking back. His back was lonely and scattered, and I couldn't catch up with him. I often woke up in tears! Grandpa finally committed suicide by hanging himself in severe depression, at the age of 86!
I still remember the warm scene when my grandfather took my hand and took me to play in the fields when I was a child. I still remember my grandfather squeezing into the crowded street behind my back and buying me the best meat buns. I still remember the way grandpa taught me a lesson with bamboo strips because I was disobedient; I still remember his repeated nagging to me every time I left home ...
I can never forgive myself for contradicting him during my rebellious youth!
Now, grandpa has walked out of the village forever and will never look back, leaving me with only endless sorrow and regret!