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Grandma was born in 1932. She is very short, only 1.42 meters, and still very thin, less than 70 kg. It's always a little strange to marry my grandfather who is 1.8 meters tall.

Grandpa's family is an only child in the countryside, and one sister married another. Grandma, because she was small and in poor health, only gave birth to her father's only son, not even a daughter. So the whole family is particularly weak. In rural areas where farming used to make a living, it is easy to be bullied because of competition for irrigation water and other issues. The countryside pays attention to the prosperity of people, especially men. Whoever has many family members is confident, not afraid of bullying and can bully others.

I don't know if it's because of the influence of the inherent traditional concept, or if I feel that my family is too weak to have more men. My grandmother is eager to have a grandson. My mother gave her a grandson as the first one. She often holds it in her arms for joy. When she grew up, she carried it on her back. When my brother was six years old, her grandmother took him to see a relative who lived on a mountain at an altitude of 1000 meters, and she actually carried it all the way.

I am the second child, only less than two years younger than my brother. At that time, my mother didn't go to the hospital, but invited the midwife home. I am breeches. When I was born, I just showed my ass. The midwife was very happy and said to her mother, "Ah, it's a daughter. You really know how to have children. Congratulations on your good spelling. " I happened to meet my grandmother, who was about to go into the house to see her. Just as she walked to the door, the midwife said to her, "Congratulations, grandma, your daughter-in-law has a good life and a grandson." Grandma originally wanted two grandchildren. Hearing this, she turned and left. It is said that my mother didn't even come into the house to see what she looked like after confinement.

Grandma has no culture and can't even write her own name. Although I have never wrapped my feet, my thoughts and personality are very strange. She doesn't eat beef, and she won't let her mother eat beef the next month. The reason is that cows can't talk, and adults don't care, but children who eat beef can't talk either. I don't eat many things myself, such as fish. She feels that she can't walk without feet, such as beef and mutton. She felt ashamed. The only meat she eats is chicken and pork, but she doesn't eat any pork raised or bought by others. She thinks she is fat and only eats her own black soil pork. I usually grow some vegetables myself and boil them in water. She never goes to eat. She always squats in front of the kitchen stove to eat. Every year on New Year's Eve, when the whole family is reunited, she is invited to have dinner together, but she refuses countless times. Sometimes my brother and I drag her to the table with one arm. She will also sit for a few minutes, eat a few mouthfuls and leave.

She doesn't want to take the bus in her life, let alone go to town. The only time she has been to the county town is when she bought a little black pig or walked back and forth by herself (my home is 10 km away from the county town). When she was sick several times, her father said that she would take her to the hospital, but she refused to live or die. Dad had no choice but to try his best to call the doctor home for an injection, but grandma resolutely refused and refused to cooperate. One to two, and then grandma got sick and lay down by herself. Fortunately, she has never been seriously ill in her life.

Grandma doesn't like wearing new clothes either. Our hometown is very cold in winter. We bought her some thermal underwear, but she kept pressing on the bottom of the box. Even when it snows and freezes, she never wears socks, only a pair of thin pants. Many people advised her that "I'm not cold". The only time I wore the new clothes we bought for her was when our three sisters coaxed me to take pictures of her (she seemed to like taking pictures, and she was very cooperative every time, and she could pose in any position, laughing happily).

Grandma usually doesn't talk much. Never quarreled with anyone in the village. So the popularity in the village is good. She grows a lot of vegetables in the garden. When people tell her to pick some, she always agrees. So there are two old people who like to come and talk to grandma often.

Grandma is actually very kind. When the oranges planted at home are harvested, whenever relatives come to visit grandma, grandma must fill two sacks of oranges and let them carry them. From time to time, people from other counties in the village will come from door to door to sell small businesses, such as selling pots and pans and collecting some waste products. Grandma often keeps others at home for the night, because she is worried that it is inconvenient for them to find a place to live, and when she leaves, she is not a fortress to give others a handful of oranges or navel oranges (her own specialty). I have the impression that once I checked in, I left three people living at home, not only free, but also cooking for them. This has almost become a joke in the village. To be polite, grandma is too simple, and to be impolite, she directly called grandma "stupid" behind her back, because some businessmen grandma helped were dishonest and even often cheated the villagers.

Grandma very much hopes that the younger generation will stay at home and farm. Dad is a famous "capable person" in the village. He has been doing well in school. 1974 After graduating from high school, I worked as a private teacher for nearly two years and worked as a township project accountant for one year. Then 1977 resumed the college entrance examination, and dad went to apply for it. The day before the exam, grandma actually killed a rooster and went to the temple to ask the bodhisattva to bless him not to enter the university. From then on, dad really became a farmer.

When it comes to our grandchildren, grandma no longer objects to our study, and the economic situation at home is not good. My parents insisted on creating conditions for our four brothers and sisters to "jump out of the farm", and they often get up early all year round to make money, so grandma is also willing to help her parents bring up her granddaughter. The eldest sister was her grandmother who took her to sleep every night until she was four years old. The first time I remember it was on a cold New Year's Eve. Grandma held me in the middle of the night and peed under the eaves outside the door. I heard the baby crying and knew that my little sister was born. I wriggled and said that I would go to my parents' room. My grandmother clung to me and slowly put me to sleep. It often snows and is cold in winter in my hometown. My grandmother will get up early to make a brazier or rice ball and take it to school for us.

In my impression, although my grandmother likes my brother best, she always leaves the first good thing to her brother, but she always gives some to our three sisters, especially the elder sister who gets the most.

Our brother and sister were admitted to the university one after another, and grandma was still very happy. But during the study period, every winter and summer vacation, grandma will constantly persuade us to stay in our hometown after graduation. Even lobbying us not to work outside, we all came back to plant navel orange trees. We just think grandma is stupid. In the end, whoever comes back from college to farm will naturally leave it alone.

Grandma often cares about us. Grandparents and parents live at two ends of the old house, separated by a hall. Every time I call my parents, my grandmother walks quietly through the hall and listens under the window. Occasionally we put grandma on the phone, and she always tells us to eat more and take care of our health.

I seldom come home from work, usually only once a year. Every time I go back, I will go to the kitchen to help grandma make a fire and chat with her. But I really can't help chatting, because grandma often holds my hand and tells me to eat more. Don't be reluctant to eat out, she cries as soon as she talks.

Near the Spring Festival, the custom in my hometown is to kill pigs ten days in advance, because all kinds of internal organs of pigs can be eaten for several days, and all parts of pigs, such as pig blood pills and sausages, are also ready for the New Year. But we often have a holiday late, and we will go home two or three days before the Chinese New Year, so grandma keeps asking us when to wait until we get home before killing pigs. We are so busy.

When eating New Year's Eve, although she doesn't serve food herself, she cooks a lot of dishes, especially meat, which is often served to us from two or three bowls. We said we didn't want to eat too much meat and even gave it back to her. She was a little unhappy and sent it back to us.

After the holiday, grandma will pack up many specialties, such as bacon, and give us big bags. We said it was too heavy or the meat was too fat to carry, and grandma shed tears, so we had to hold it for fear of disappointing her.

In a blink of an eye, I'm 27 or 28 years old, and I haven't fallen in love yet. My grandmother is in a hurry. Every time I go back, I have to ask if I have talked about my boyfriend and said it's time to get married. When I get married, she will be relieved. Then at the age of 30, I finally got married. Grandma looked at how Sun Xu liked it and kept saying, "It's good to have a new uncle (my hometown is Sun Xu)." At the same time, she urged me to have children, and immediately began to help me raise chickens, saying that if I was pregnant, I would have native chicken to eat in a month or so.

I was pregnant for a year before I got pregnant. Grandma's hen has been raising babies for two years. My mother also raised 30 hens for me. Because live chickens are not easy to bring, my mother managed to bring me six from her hometown. Before leaving, grandma chased some chickens outside the door and asked her to bring more. My mother didn't ask her. Enough. Later, six hens didn't finish eating for a long time because Yueyue said that eating hens was easy to return to milk. Besides, my mother-in-law and Yue Yue are taking care of me. Something happened in my hometown. My mother stayed in my city for ten days and then went back. I heard from my mother that in the remaining twenty days, my grandmother often went to her mother and asked her to send me hens, but all failed.

Because the baby was born in 10, the weather in my hometown is very cold, so I plan to take it back to see my parents and grandparents when the baby is about half a year old. Unexpectedly, not long ago, my sister went back to her hometown because of something, and took three days off. The other day was because the road in her hometown was too cold to go back. On the third day, when I went back, I hurried to see my parents to prepare for my return trip. Before I left, my sister went to see my grandmother, only to find that she was lying in bed without breathing.

When I came back when I heard the news, my grandmother was lying peacefully in the coffin, and a picture of her toothless grandmother grinning was placed in front of her. I didn't cry, just tears fell silently. According to my sister, grandma was wearing very thin clothes when she left, or very old clothes; When cleaning up grandma's belongings, there were many new clothes we bought for her in her box, two of which were even four or five years ago, and she was always reluctant to wear them; Under her box, I found a lot of money wrapped in cloth, 1200 or 300 per roll, which made it exactly 10 thousand yuan. These are all pocket money given to her by our grandson during the Spring Festival. This cloth is covered with sweat. It is estimated that grandma will touch and count money from time to time. ...

Many relatives and neighbors came to the funeral, and even many people who had no friendship at ordinary times came to offer their condolences. Seeing grandma's photo, they all sighed: "Hey, people are good people, but they are stupid. I have never eaten or worn it in my life. "

When grandma went to the funeral, everyone lifted her coffin and prepared to send her up the hill. I couldn't bear it any longer and burst into tears. When I watched people slowly put her coffin into a newly dug well more than two meters deep and buried it with loess, my heart ached hard to breathe. Standing in front of the grave and looking at the distant mountain, I silently thought that grandma was so weak and went to another world, and I didn't know if she would be bullied. But I prayed quickly, no, no, she was so kind and brought her own aura, and she should be rewarded.

A few nights after grandma left, I often woke up at night and couldn't sleep. I advised myself to sleep, hoping that grandma would fall asleep and we could meet again in our dreams and talk, but it was useless, and I couldn't help secretly losing myself.

Grandma, without you, I feel the infinite pain of wanting to raise a seed and not being close to it. I didn't eat the old hen you raised for me for two years, nor did I let you see your great-grandson who never forgot, nor did I let you and your grandchildren enjoy family happiness.

The saddest thing in life is that you can't do anything if you want to, but you can only move forward with warm memories of the deceased.

Grandma, rest in peace. Everything is fine in heaven.