It was a dusk in the early winter of the 1980s, and my father was mysteriously called into a family. When my mother came back from work in the field and learned about this, she was shocked, but she did not follow the way.
The land has long been distributed to households, and the winter wheat has just been planted. The person who called my father away was a sudden working group. But we vaguely feel that the working group came this time a bit strange, because on weekdays, there are also working groups entering the village, but there are commune cadres accompanying them. My father is the group leader. When the working group arrives in our village, it is basically our family to receive him. This is the first time I call my father away alone.
We were anxiously waiting at home. The first time my father did not return overnight, my mother felt strange, but she still insisted on being calm. The next day, my father still did not go home. My mother already knew that my father and the working group were in the Zhang family. Because someone saw the Zhang family's house used to entertain guests, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and occasionally the working group members were in and out, with a serious expression. My mother felt uneasy, but she didn't dare to go and look for her privately. The time lasted until early on the third morning. My father returned home with red eyes and fell asleep without saying anything.
My father slept for a day and a night, and when he woke up, he only shouted that he was hungry. After eating two bowls of hand-rolled noodles, he talked about the reason for his "missing". It turned out that the working group received a report that his father embezzled while being the team leader and used public funds to build a hydropower station.
My father's hydropower station stands on the side of the road. Due to the shortage of funds, it only built one floor and put it into use. Before the hydropower station was built, our village had been illuminated by kerosene lamps for generations. As soon as it gets dark, the whole village falls into darkness. The land was divided into households, and under the management of our mother, our family had three-digit deposits. My father saw news in a magazine that after the state supported private hydropower stations, he hiked more than 100 miles to the county to find relevant departments and asked grandpa to sue his grandma before applying. However, due to financial difficulties, the county turned the support funds into a little cotton cloth. My father took the cotton cloth home, but he couldn't sell it. But my father was determined to build a hydropower station and change the situation in the village.
As a last resort, my mother gritted her teeth and took out all the deposits, and sold a few pigs and hundreds of kilograms of rations before the hydropower station was successfully built. After the power-on test was successful, my father was busy for another half a month, helping people to pull wires, install lights, and teach villagers how to save electricity and use safety knowledge. The villagers have been using electric lights for half a year, but the electricity bill has not been collected. My mother was already very helpless about this, but my father had no complaints. Instead, he installed an noodles grinder next to the hydropower station to grind noodles for free for the villagers. Although I didn't make any money, the big tree attracted the wind, and this toss and troubles made my father famous.
Now, when my mother heard this news, she was immediately angry and swore that she would find out the person who slandered her father even if she digs three feet into the ground. But the father smiled and said, "I don't have to worry about my shadow slanting. Just check it out whatever they want!"
working group asked my father to hand over the account book. The first time the account was reconciled, the account was flat. However, the person who reported the report was very confident. His father had not yet had a good rest when he returned home. The working group called him to the Zhang family again for the second reconciliation. He stayed up for another three days and two nights. The match came out, but the village actually owed his father 560 yuan. The people in the working group were speechless and felt incredible. Then the third reconciliation was conducted, and the account book was still flat this time. The team leader of the working group said: "It's just a waste of time!" He left our village with a briefcase.
Because of this account check, my father completely cut off his career. No matter how the villagers beg, the mother refused to let her father hold any position in the village. Improving a cadre does not mean that I cannot seek change for the villagers.
Fire Paper factory in the village went bankrupt due to poor management. No one was willing to contract, so my father volunteered to take over. My mother was afraid that he would not be able to get busy, but my father had already made plans. My father almost visited the cottage three times and invited a master named Huang from Lanping . We called him Huang Paper Scholar. Huang Paper Scholar is a bachelor. After he arrived at the paper mill, he was there to eat and live, and he did his best to do his best.The father raised the purchase price of bamboo . The children in the village went to cut bamboo and sold it for money to earn tuition. The former village chief had many children in his family and after the land was distributed to households, his living conditions were not as good as before. The father asked his Siping kid to learn papermaking with the yellow papermaker; the widowed old man Chao in the village was in poor health and had no energy to do farm work and had difficulty living, so his father asked him to take care of the bamboo materials... The father forced a group of idle people in the village to have something to do.
People only need hot paper during festivals and holidays, and the sales are not good. They pay workers' wages, pay contract fees to the village, and borrow money from the villagers and credit. My father's fire paper mill only improved a few years later. Our family is happy and life will change, but my father handed over the paper mill to Pingwazi. Seeing that we didn't understand, my father said, "Pingwazi has been working in the paper mill for so many years. If he gives him a career, he will have the opportunity to get a wife!" Later, a high-voltage line was set up in the village, and electricity was connected on both sides of the Maping River, and his father's hydropower station withdrew from the stage of history.
I know that every era has its own characteristics, and no one can complain about the past era. Just like we cannot complain about our parents and our hometown, what seems ridiculous and terrible today is just all kinds of things in the past we have experienced. My father's righteousness and intelligence and ability can still make me proud even when I think about it now.
Author: Ning Mo
