Chapter 8 Eight

In a blink of an eye, my father will be fifty years old. The fifty-year-old father thought of his hometown, Kaoshantun. Before that, his father had thought of his hometown countless times, but it was just a passing thought.The fifty-year-old father's mood has changed. Once the backer pops up in his mind, he can't linger. So my father decided to go back to his hometown.When my father went back to his hometown, he took his own special car. The Warsaw brand car that my father used to have had been replaced by a Shanghai brand car.Father took the guards and the secretary and hurried on the road. Father first arrived at the provincial military region where his hometown was located. The provincial military region had already been notified that his father was coming. They warmly received him and repeatedly asked him for instructions.My father walked around the courtyard of the provincial military area absent-mindedly, gave two random instructions, and returned home like an arrow.Before, my father had never been so eager to go back to his hometown. He was about to arrive at the door of the house, and my father really couldn't bear the torment of homesickness.On the same day, my father went to Kaoshantun.In order to make my father happy and at the same time to make my father's trip back to his hometown happy, the provincial military region made careful arrangements.In addition to sending a platoon of guards, two trucks were also sent out. The trucks were filled with rice and pork vermicelli. The leaders of the provincial military region also personally accompanied them. Therefore, a convoy drove to Kaoshantun in a mighty manner.

The fathers and folks in the backing village never dreamed that Xiao Shitou was still alive back then. They thought that his father had been frozen to death in the deep mountains and old forests.Because back then, few dozen of those anti-union fighters walked out of the deep mountains alive. They were either beaten to death by the Japanese or starved to death in the ravine.But my father miraculously came back, and it was such a big show.All the old and young people in the village flocked out of the house to see their father's demeanor.Most of the old people in those days have passed away, and most of my father's peers are still alive. They dare not recognize them in front of my father, and my father can't recognize them anymore.So, they inspired and recalled each other, and finally remembered; then their hands were held together, tears flowed, and my father once again remembered the details of digging out bird eggs and riding the back of a bull, whining endlessly.

In my father's eyes, Guashantun is still Guashantun, but now the population of Guashantun is more prosperous.At this time, Gushantun is more lively than the Chinese New Year. The children come out of the house calling their parents and mothers, and gather around their fathers to watch the motorcade and their relatives, the People's Liberation Army. In order to repay the old folks in the backing village, my father ordered people to stay in the village: he built two large stoves in his heart, filled one pot after another with white rice, and cooked another pot after pot of pork and stewed vermicelli. One day, I will be able to eat pork stewed vermicelli. This is not only his dream, but also the dream of the people in Gushantun. Today, my father will fulfill this wish to people.

The father's feat lasted for three days. During these three days, not only the leaders of the commune, but also the leaders of the county came.They all called their father the head, and for a while, the small backing village was very lively. Three days later, my father reluctantly bid farewell to his fellow villagers and his hometown, Kaoshantun, and returned to Shenyang City.In the past few days, my father's mood has been turbulent. He sat in every house, and every time he went to a house, he would think of a series of childhood memories. The Li family once gave him a pancake, and the Zhang family once gave him a bowl of sorghum rice... All of this made my father both sad and kind.After returning home for many days, my father was still in a state of excitement.

Not long after my father returned to his hometown, the villagers returned to visit his father in droves with special products from their hometown.They didn't expect their father to be such a big official. In their eyes, there is not much difference between the chief of staff of the military region and the chairman of the military commission.The hearts of the folks are warm and the love is true. The folks filled the big and small rooms of the house. While smoking their hometown cigarettes with their father, they chatted and talked about the changes in the backing village over the years, and asked about the big and small things in the army and the city. At this time, my father He was happy, he sat cross-legged in the middle of the house, and the villagers also sat like this. They were not used to the sofas, tables, chairs, and benches of city people. They sat cross-legged on the ground, just like sitting on their own kang. Take it easy and take it easy.For a time, the house was full of miasma and stench.

My mother can't stand all this for a long time. During the day, she can still hide in the work unit out of sight and out of mind, but after get off work, she has nowhere to hide, so she can only go home. Normally, she can't stand her father alone. , so many people came at once, it almost drove her crazy.Every room in the house was in chaos, and what she couldn't stand was the vulgarity of the villagers.The moment they saw their mother, the villagers were stunned. What they never expected was that their mother would be so young and so beautiful.They affectionately called their mother sister-in-law, although their mother was younger than them, and in father's hometown, any woman called sister-in-law was allowed to make trouble for fun.Although they can't be presumptuous in front of their mother, they are sincerely enthusiastic about their mother. They took out a lot of walnuts and stuffed them into her hands. Someone rolled a cigarette for her to smoke. Women in my father's hometown do smoke. Because of this habit, they thought that their mothers would also smoke.The mother finally couldn't take it anymore, she hid in the toilet. At this time, the only toilet in the house was the last one to be cleaned, because the villagers were not used to flush toilets. Every day when villagers went to the toilet, my father asked the civil servant Xiao Li to lead them Go to the public restroom in the compound.Her mother hid in the toilet. For the first time, she felt that the toilet was so quiet; it was so clean, and the soap gave off a faint fragrance that enveloped her mother and the toilet.Mother's tears also flowed out.

My father called the cooking squad leader and asked the cooking squad leader to make a big pot of stewed pork and vermicelli. Then my father accompanied these childhood friends and drank a big bowl. While drinking heavily, my father loudly gave up the wine and the food. My father said : Second brother, the whole wine!The father also said: Three brothers, the whole wine! As a result, everyone was straightened up, and the height was raised after the whole round, and the villagers didn't speak so well, and every sentence was full of shit.Fucking and fucking, they thought of their mother, and they yelled and proposed to their father to let their mother come to toast.My father was a little drunk at this time, and he called out to his mother loudly: "Girl, come here, toast, toast!"

The mother heard it, but she didn't move. The father yelled and saw that the mother hadn't moved. Then he got up and knocked on the toilet door, shouting: Toast, toast!These are my blind friends.The mother had to come out, and she appeared in front of the villagers. At this time, someone had poured wine for the mother, then clinked glasses, and then toasted.Mother doesn't drink, she has never drunk, let alone let her drink, the messy scene in front of her has already made her sick.Taking advantage of the strength of the wine, the villagers hurriedly poured a bowl of wine into the mother's mouth, and the mother slammed open the door of the toilet, and she vomited profusely.

My father is still saying, big brother is drinking!Little brother whole meat! Since then, as long as the farming season is off, the villagers always come to the house in crowds. They come to visit their father, take a walk, and open their eyes to the world outside the mountain village.Every time people came, they were picked up by their father's car, and it was the first time in their lives that they sat in a car. This alone was enough for them to talk about the first half of the year in front of the people in their hometown. The mother couldn't bear it anymore, and she warned her father: Don't let those people come again, if they come again, I will divorce you! The word "divorce" was new and unfamiliar to my father. He thought his mother was just talking about it. When someone came from his hometown again, my mother really moved to live in the art troupe.Later, after the folks left, my father went to the art troupe to talk about it, and my mother came back.

In the future, when villagers came to look for them again, my father would not take them home, but arrange them in the guest house.In those few years, as long as you saw countrymen carrying mushrooms and walnuts on their shoulders in the compound of the military region, and in the cafeteria of the guest house, drinking in big bowls and eating large pieces of whole meat, there were nine out of ten people from my father's hometown. After the folks came here for a while, the sparseness became obvious. On the contrary, when people from their hometown came again, they were replaced by cadres at the commune and county level.They no longer simply come to see their father, but ask for their father.Under the planned economy, everything is tight, for example, agricultural machinery, chemical fertilizers, seeds, cloth... are all in short supply at the grassroots level in rural areas. They come to beg their father to buy these scarce commodities.My father is responsive to his hometown. Although my father is in the army and doesn't care about local affairs, my father has many old comrades-in-arms and old subordinates. Many of them have transferred to the local area and are fighting on various fronts.These are not a big deal for my father. With just one phone call and one note, the problems that people in my hometown cannot solve are solved by my father.After getting these things, my father did not complete the task. He had to find a way to help the villagers transport these things back. Sometimes my father had to go to the railway bureau to apply for wagons for them. Send back home.

In those years, my father did many important things for my hometown. When my father was drinking with the secretary of the county party committee, he said: In the future, anyone who begs me, Lao Shi, in my hometown will say that without those folks in my hometown, I, Lao Shi, would have starved to death long ago.After my old stone died, I would also be buried in my hometown.What his father said was the truth, what he never expected was that it was his truth that planted a disaster for him.Later, my father made a mistake, and it was his words that caused it.