Whenever I think of my childhood, I find it very interesting and funny. Why? Because I was born on a rainy day!
My father and I gave birth to five boys and four girls, my uncle, my father, my third uncle, my fourth uncle, and my fifth uncle. My eldest aunt, second aunt, third aunt, and fourth aunt.
At that time, there were production teams, and my grandfather drove horse-drawn carriages or mule carts in the team to earn work points. Even though my grandfather worked so hard to earn money, he could not feed the 11 people in the family.
As the saying goes: more people means less rice.
Grandma also worked in the team to earn work points, which barely kept the nine children from going hungry.
Many years passed by. Grandpa and grandma married off their eldest aunt and second aunt, and my father also had a matchmaker. At that time, my uncle became a soldier and left.
It was my third master who was the matchmaker for my father. He was very articulate and eloquent, and he attracted my grandma, so my mother married my father.
There were no new houses at that time, but there were two small rooms in the lower courtyard. This was where my parents lived. It was hot in summer and cold in winter, and the north wind would make people shiver.
My father, my mother, looks down on my father, saying that my father is not as good as my uncle in being able to do things, talk, and know how to work every day.
As the saying goes: Ten fingers can't even fit on one side. These nine children have nine personalities. The children that my grandma despises the most include my second aunt and my father.
One day, my grandma said to my dad: "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that your wife gave birth to a baby, and she was a big fat boy."
My dad was very happy when he heard that. My mother was pregnant at that time. Holding me.
"Really?" my dad asked me.
"Really, you should pay more attention today. You probably won't give birth during the day, but you will give birth at night. I even asked about the big fat boy in the dream."
"What are you asking about?" My father couldn't wait to ask.
"I ask where you are from? Where are you planning to go?"
"I am from Lao Hao's family in Gushan, and I am planning to go to your lower courtyard." Grandma said calmly while smoking a large dry cigarette. With.
"It's time to catch up, the lower courtyard is the home of the second child in our family." Grandma said, and was about to ask more questions. Unexpectedly, grandpa raised his arm when he was sleeping and woke grandma up, and then the dream could not continue.
"Oh. Got it." My dad was very happy.
On that day, my mother still went to work in the production team even though she had a big belly. It would be impossible not to do it! I don’t care whether you have children or not. As long as you eat, you have to earn work points for me.
That night, the sky was gloomy. My mother lay down to sleep after dinner. Unexpectedly, there was thunder outside and it started raining heavily in the blink of an eye.
At this time, my mother felt that had a stomachache , so she pushed my sleeping father. My father asked: What's wrong?
"Maybe I'm going to give birth." At this time, my mother's forehead was sweating.
"Oh, if you give birth to a big fat boy for me, I will make mutton dumplings for you to eat."
"What about a girl?"
"Then there will be no dumplings to eat."
My mother was speechless. At that time, my sister also woke up. My sister was three years older than me. Because I had my sister, my father longed for my mother to have a big fat boy in her belly.
Outside, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. My mother was suffering in every possible way on the kang, but she just couldn't give birth.
"Wait, I'm going to find the midwife." My father ran away barefoot.
Old lady Wen is a midwife. Recently, her job is not good because her old man is gone. Some people in the village care about this and say that she is not perfect, which means that she is missing a corner and has no man. In this way, people in the village do not like to use her. She did.
At this time, it was still raining heavily, so my father didn't care so much, so he invited Mrs. Wen to come. After a tense and busy time, I was finally born amidst lightning, thunder and violent storms.
"He is a big fat boy. You have a successor." Mrs. Wen said to my father.
"Great, great." My dad was so happy that he almost jumped up.
My grandma heard about it in the upper court, and she said: How is it? My dream is quite vivid, right, not bad!
My father took the opportunity and said to my grandma, Mom, give me two kilograms of white flour, and I will make dumplings for the child.
"What? You want white noodles? No."
When my father heard this, he immediately didn't dare to speak, because my father was very filial, so he had no other choice, so he went to my third master's house and borrowed two kilograms of white noodles, and he had the white noodles. But there is no mutton!
In order to fulfill his promise, my father told my mother that since there was no mutton, I would go to the supply and marketing cooperative to see if I could get some pork on credit.
What can my mother say? My family’s conditions are limited, not to mention that for such a big family, my grandma alone has the final say.
My father, Le Dian Dian, went to the supply and marketing cooperative and got pork on credit. In the end, my mother gave birth to me and only ate one meal of pork dumplings.
Later, my mother gave birth to my sister. The original family of two became five people, which made the family even worse.
My father and I kicked my parents out because the lower house wanted to give my uncle a new house, and my uncle wanted to get a wife after he returned from the army.
Alas! They say there is a cruel father but not a cruel mother, but my grandma is not kind at all, no way! My parents had to be kicked out. They had no place to live, so they built a shack next to the big cattle pen in the village. This became their temporary home.
I have never felt the love of my grandpa and grandma since I was a child. I don’t know what grandma’s love is, so I rarely visit my grandma’s grave.
I was born on a rainy day, which has become a lifelong memory of my life. My father and grandma died of a rotten heart and a rotten lung. They died before the age of sixty.
people! Don't be too biased. A bowl of water should not be said to be even, but it should be about the same amount, right? Isn’t my father your child?
(Picture source: Toutiao Gallery, this article comes from my memoirs.)
