Poor uncle prose

I heard my father talk about his past with his uncle. Because my grandparents died early, I left six sons and two daughters. As a last resort, we have to live apart from the younger one. The eldest got the eighth place, and the second was a girl, who got married in advance. The third brought the seventh (my aunt), and my father brought my uncle (the sixth) and the fourth. I heard that the fifth one is the most affordable and doesn't suffer much.

After separation, two people will have a room for others to use. My father and my uncle are not far apart in size. They do farm work, chop wood, build roads, repair river banks and reservoirs every day. At that time, it was said that labor was glorious. Well-done red flag, lazy white flag, criticized. My father and uncle are filial people and are not affected. They suffered a lot. Father said that at that time, they wore sandals or barefoot all year round and never wore socks. I dare not even think about it, especially how I survived barefoot in the cold winter. My generation never thought about it. At that time, there were no electric lights, so we relied on kerosene tickets for lighting and food stamps for planning meals. Only during the Chinese New Year did we get some meat with a meat coupon. A piece of fat meat should be fried in the pot many times. As soon as it touches the pot, it will be shoveled out and saved for next time. These can only maintain the most basic needs of life. Life at that time was worse than real pigs and dogs.

My uncle is very sad because life is too hard. When he was young, he thought it would be another sun outside, so he kept leaving a note saying that he would go out to live. Since then, my uncle has been wandering around, but everything outside is the same. He leads a hard life. Later, I couldn't live any longer, so my uncle went home. After returning home, my uncle worked harder than before. At this time, my father just got married, and soon my sister died, and life became more and more bitter. Fortunately, my uncle helped me get work points. However, this life is not long. Once, my uncle went to the mountain to cut firewood, twisted a big firewood, twisted it for a long time, but hit my uncle's left eye, and suddenly it was black at the moment. Because there was no money for treatment, he told his family that it would be fine in a few days. Unexpectedly, he was completely blind. His uncle, who was good-looking, was blind in one eye, and then his marriage was ignored. His uncle doesn't want to burden others.

My father's six brothers are all alone with my uncle, so my father and uncle have never been separated. After the reform and opening up, my uncle went to Guangdong to work as a coolie at Humen Wan Xin Wharf, Tung Chung Wharf and Zhenkou Wharf. When I was seven years old, my parents helped me to reassure my uncle. I remember that many people witnessed it that day, including village committees, uncles, uncles, cousins and so on. Finally, I was treated as an adult. In fact, the days are still the same, except for an extra piece of paper. With my uncle's working days getting longer and longer, my cousins have grown up, and they have followed my uncle to the road of working. Cousin also sells coolies at the dock, and cousin enters the factory. During that time, my uncle gave them all the help, and they gradually established themselves in Guangdong. Later, I went to high school. I need money to go to school, but my father can't make money. At this time, my uncle seldom lends money to my cousins, and my knowledge is frugal. Unexpectedly, this attracted the dissatisfaction of my cousins. They forgot their uncle's help before, but now they ask him why he is partial. Everyone is a nephew and wants a bowl of water. Uncle said that when you grow up, you can still make money. In the future, you have to rely on yourself. He also explained that I gave it to my uncle and he was obliged to help me finish my studies. Speaking of which, my cousin and cousin turned against each other. Just follow your sunny road, and I will cross my wooden bridge, which makes my uncle very chilling and makes him more confused about the future and more restless. He often drown his sorrows in wine, which leads to serious stomach trouble. In fact, my uncle once borrowed money from them and wrote it down in large quantities, reaching more than 20 thousand. These are all saved by my uncle's frugality. At that time, the money was more valuable than it is now, but in the 1990s, my uncle decided to forget all this, because he was a tough-looking man with a soft heart like tofu.

However, it rained all night, and I failed the college entrance examination because of heatstroke, saving a lot of energy for poor families. Only then did my uncle tell his family that he had a serious stomach trouble. Because of financial difficulties, my uncle had to use painkillers to solve it, so he stayed at home and never went out to work again.

Then I went out to work. I thought I could make money to make my parents and uncles live a good life, but I didn't make much money. My parents often ask me to be filial to my uncle. My uncle is too bitter, but he says I should be filial to my parents. Your parents are so mean. They are such kind people. I know they are old, but there is nothing I can do. Thinking about the road ahead, my steps seem heavy and I don't know where to go.

My uncle is single because of eye disease. He treats me like a child.

There is no filial piety over 60 years old, and I am grateful to you.