At that time, my father and grandfather had long lived in separate homes, but the two families were only separated by a street.
I watched those people walking into my grandfather's house curiously, and then I wondered where these guests came from.
Until there was a fierce quarrel in the adobe house, and then the sound of pots and pans being thrown on the ground.
I suddenly became anxious and ran outside with a stick. As soon as I reached the door, I saw my grandfather getting angry and beating several men out with a rolling pin.
The men were beaten until they cried for their fathers and their heads were covered with blood. The two women were so frightened that they didn't even know the boxes in their hands fell apart. The bundles of red bills stung my eyes.
One of them yelled angrily: "Old man Zhang! Don't be so shameless! What the hell has this been! Still guarding your set of rags as a treasure!"
"Look at what kind of life you have led these years! You are worse than a stinky beggar! If I give you a golden road, you will have to live in this shabby village if you don't take it, right?"
The man screamed loudly, but grandpa only replied with a sullen face: Get out!
The man said angrily: "Okay! Zhang! You are awesome! I will obey you today! But don't forget, your Zhang family is guilty! A sin that will never be redeemed in several lifetimes!"
"You want to shoulder this crime for the entire Zhang family! It depends on God whether he agrees or not!"
After finishing speaking, several men and women picked up the bundles of banknotes on the ground, gave Grandpa a fierce look, then got into the car and drove away.
Because it was the time of summer harvest, this fight did not attract the attention of the villagers. I was the only one wearing shorts and a vest, holding a stick in my hand and hitting the two cars hard.
The stick fell on the rear glass of the car, creating a crater with a loud bang, causing another scream in the car.
The car sped away, leaving only my grandfather and grandson squatting on the ground, cleaning up the broken pots and pans. Only then did I realize that my grandfather’s hair was very white and his waist was stooped.
sharp.
After all, he is almost seventy years old.
After we packed up our things, we looked at each other in silence. I didn't ask Grandpa where those guys came from and what they were doing.
Grandpa didn't explain to me, he just sat on the sofa and kept smoking.
After a while, grandpa suddenly said to me: "Xiaojiu, pack your things and leave tomorrow."
My hands trembled a little and I said, "Where are you going?"
Grandpa said: "The provincial capital, Shimen!"
So when I heard my grandpa speak so resolutely, my mind suddenly buzzed, and I was afraid that I really couldn't stay at home anymore.
Grandpa saw that my eyes were red and sighed: "Xiaojiu, you have read my books for six years. I have shown you what you should read and what you should not read."
"There are some things that you don't understand now, but you will definitely understand them later."
I said in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa, is it related to those men and women?"
Grandpa touched my head and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. In short, their arrival made me understand that some things cannot be avoided and can only be truly faced."
"Go, your parents, I'll go talk to them."
Grandpa has always been a very independent person. To put it simply, that is called domineering. Even though my father and two uncles live in separate houses from my grandfather, when my grandfather said a word, my father and uncles did not dare to say anything.
But that night, my parents and my grandfather had a big argument. The argument was so fierce that the roof almost fell off. My father shouted at the top of his lungs that he was going to send me to that bastard in Shimen City.
It's better to just let him die.
Immediately afterwards, Grandpa's roar covered him up again.
I don’t know who that bastard was in the provincial capital. Anyway, the quarrel lasted until late at night, and my exhausted parents finally agreed to what grandpa said.
Let me go to the provincial capital to find that bastard.
That night, my parents personally packed my suitcase, short-sleeved shirts, T-shirts, jackets, and even a thick down jacket, all stuffed into the backpack.
In addition, my father also divided a thick pile of money into three parts and hid it in his backpack. The pile of money was very thick, almost more than 30,000 yuan.
The luggage they packed made my face turn pale. I asked my grandpa, when will I be able to come back from this trip?
As a result, grandpa touched my head and said meaningfully: "When you feel you can come back, you can come back."
This sentence made me, the monk Zhanger, confused, but I also understood that I would be away for a long time this time, and I might have to spend the winter outside.
Otherwise, my mother wouldn’t have stuffed my down jacket inside.
Thinking of this, I was a little excited. A boy who has just turned eighteen has a heavy workload on weekdays and has only been to a few small counties around him. It is impossible to say that he has no yearning for the outside world.
Especially when I saw with my own eyes the pile of money that my father stuffed in my bag, it made me feel even more itchy.
When I was a child, my family's conditions were average, and my parents had strict control over my pocket money. Ever since I was a child, I never had more than 100 yuan in my pocket.
Suddenly I saw that tens of thousands of dollars were at my own disposal. The excitement and excitement even diluted my sorrow of leaving home.
In this way, my grandfather forcibly kicked me out of the house.
No one saw me off when I left home. Only my grandfather’s big yellow dog followed me to the outside of the village. It wasn’t until I got on a passing bus to the train station that the big yellow dog went home wagging its tail and barking.
At that time, I really didn't expect what my going out this time meant.
The provincial capital is not far from my home, just over 300 kilometers away. But a provincial capital city is a provincial capital city. I walked on the streets for more than an hour carrying a heavy package before I found a shop with a wreath and shroud written on it.
The bastard my dad was talking about is the owner of this store.
Grandpa said, let me call this man uncle, but dad disapproved and said, just call him bastard. Because of this sentence, dad even got a slap from grandpa.
I didn’t know what the issue was between my father and him, but since I was defecting to someone else’s family, I decided to be polite. I walked up to the store and called out, “Is Third Uncle here?”
Third uncle, grandpa asked me to call him.
No one responded in the store, but someone seemed to be talking in the back room. I thought about it and walked into the store. As soon as I stood up, I saw two people coming out of the back room.
One of them has a gray beard and is wearing a Chinese tunic suit with a respectful face. The other person has a sallow face and drooped eyes, always looking sickly.
But after seeing me standing at the door, he raised his eyelids slightly and looked at me. At that time, I saw that his eyes were very bright, and he didn't look sick at all.
Then I heard him say: "Are you a child of the old Zhang family?"
I hurriedly said: "Third uncle, my name is Zhang Jiusei. Grandpa asked me to come to you."