Chapter 97 Descendants want to revitalize the country and there are new people from generation to generation.

In such a festive season, the starlight cannot match the moonlight after all. The half-open curtains let the moon-white brilliance into the room. The latter wanted to shine on the sleepless people, but found that it could not bring any warmth. After all,

Still lost to that yellowish light...

The unlit darkness in the room was suddenly dispersed by the light. The person sitting on the bed couldn't help but be stunned, torn between turning off the light or picking up the phone to pretend to be an ostrich.

On weekdays, an elderly person would not be willing to turn on the light and waste electricity when he is about to go to bed at night. It is only when a child is afraid of the dark that he leaves the light on all night: "An Ji, grandpa, let me tell you a story."

It's a pity that even the children who are afraid of the dark have grown up and know that there are no scary monsters that can eat people in the dark. However, they have learned to have trouble sleeping at night like He Yanqing who has already returned home.

Grandpa only thought that An Ji was still a child, but he clearly knew that An Ji was worried now, so he could naturally imagine what the latter was thinking about now.

"Well..." An Ji wanted to give it up, not because he didn't want to listen to his grandfather's simple but philosophical stories, but because An Ji didn't know how to face his mother, He Yanqing, who would come to pick her up tomorrow.

In front of the whole family, grandpa put things on the table that his mother didn't want to say. To be honest, An Ji didn't know what the latter would think.

"Grandpa saw that you couldn't sleep, so he wanted to tell you stories like he did when you were a child."

After all, He Zhenhua is a grandfather, so he knows his daughter and granddaughter very well.

So even though the things An Ji is exposed to today are far different from those in He Zhenhua's time, the latter can still understand An Ji's thoughts well.

"If you don't want to hear it, forget it, grandpa won't bother you."

He Zhenhua was like an old naughty boy as always. An Ji knew that his grandfather must be trying to explain something to him through a story. If he didn't want to listen, he would definitely make his grandfather disappointed for a long time, so he just smiled and kept nodding: "I want to hear it.

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Sure enough, the grandfather immediately smiled and pulled up a chair, sat beside An Ji's bed, cleared his throat, and prepared to start the lecture.

"Grandpa, aren't you going to get a book this time?" The book An Ji said was a book, but in fact it was just a booklet that He Zhenhua used to record things.

An Ji didn't know what his grandfather used to record in that booklet. He only knew that since he was old enough to understand the stories, what was recorded in it were all the stories his grandfather told him.

He Zhenhua shook his head, with a mysterious look on his face: "This story is also a story I heard about grandpa. If you tell it, it is more like a folk tale like Mulan. It may not be available in history, but it is related to grandpa's previous work, so grandpa

I remember it very clearly."

"Before, when you were young, all I told you were stories in books. But then when you grew up, you no longer lived with me and your grandma. Grandpa never found a suitable opportunity to tell you this story."

Leaning up from the bed, An Ji's eyes were at eye level with his grandfather's. He looked a little proud as he did when he guessed what his grandfather was going to talk about when he was a child: "Is it about Hang Luo?"

"Yes." He Zhenhua confirmed his granddaughter's idea, reached out and took out a piece of candy from the bedside table, and stuffed it into An Ji's hand as before, "It's about Hang Luo."

"Unlike those long, long ago, this story actually only counts a hundred years."

Hearing this opening sentence, An Ji knew that the story from his grandfather was about to begin. He opened the candy wrapper, stuffed the candy into his mouth, and waited for his grandfather to tell the story.

"At that time, there was a girl who was famous for her weaving skills and married an honest man from Shandong. Although the girl left her hometown, fortunately, the honest man's family loved the girl.

We are all like our own family, and our family lives happily like this."

"Although they didn't have both sons and daughters, the family didn't ask for anything more. They only cherished the girl. After giving birth to a pair of girls, they no longer asked for a boy and thought of having the two girls share the same mother.

Go learn to weave."

"It was at that time that businessmen were setting up industries and wanted to bring new business opportunities to this land." Now An Ji is no longer a child, so He Zhenhua naturally told the former the key points of the story, for fear of

It makes people feel bored.

As he was talking, He Zhenhua remembered that his granddaughter studied history, so he pretended to compare and said with a smile: "You should be more familiar with this period in the story than me, but this is a story that cannot be verified, so naturally you don't know it as well as I do."

"Well, in the early days of the Republic of China, the national bourgeoisie set up industry, and the people spontaneously resisted the impact of foreign goods. In the later period, they were affected by imperialism, feudal society and other aspects and failed to develop. However, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, they made great contributions to the New China.

contribute."

Elderly people like to talk about history and military affairs. In addition to worrying about their family, they are proud of the achievements of their younger generation and would like to pay attention to state affairs when they have time. An Ji knows that his grandfather is the same way. When he mentions what he is good at, he will naturally talk to his grandfather more.

sentence.

Sure enough, He Zhenhua smiled even more after hearing this - he was born more than ten years earlier than his generation, and he had witnessed those rough and magnificent years when he was a child, and his generation even listened to the stories of those years

'Grown up people.

Just like in the name, He Zhenhua, ‘Why Zhenhua’? Like them, generations of people have been searching for the road to revitalizing China...

"Well said, well, what do you call that word... Yes, thumbs up!"

He Zhenhua is already quite old, and perhaps the information he is exposed to lags behind, and he may not understand the meaning behind the words, but he still always wants to understand the lives of younger generations and understand today's China.

Not letting go of even the little bits and pieces of life.

"For the happiness of his family, and also to protect this land from the flames of war and gunpowder smoke, the honest husband went to the battlefield in the west. After leaving... he never came back."

"Those maids had long been tall and graceful. Seeing their mother wasting away because they could not hear from their father, they decided to take their mother back to their hometown."

"You have to know that going to school at that time was not as convenient as it is now." He Zhenhua said, and couldn't help but sigh, "At that time, private schools and elementary schools, if you didn't have money, you couldn't afford it."

After all, He Zhenhua also has a technical secondary school diploma. His understanding of the country's policies is not as good as Uncle Zhang's, but he can still explain it clearly: "It doesn't matter whether it's compulsory education now, or it's a reward after going to college, or a subsidy. I don't know if it can be saved."

How many children have to give up their studies because they have no money..."

It's a pity that in such a good life, there are still many people who don't know how to cherish it. He Zhenhua did not say the second half of the sentence, but silently regretted it in his heart.

Many things are common to us today, but in the eyes of the older generation, it is a regret that the people around us, or even ourselves, pursued for half our lives, and ultimately cannot resolve.

The old times were full of thorns, and it was the older generation who marched in the dark, but they were able to build the cornerstone of today's prosperous world; the new era is dazzling and is the result of the efforts of the older generation. Why don't we move forward?

"At that time, the idea of ​​favoring boys over girls was still very stubborn. If the two girls did not live in such a family, and if the mother did not rely on her own crafts to earn enough money to send the two girls to school, there would be no way for them to go to school.

Maybe you can read a book."

He Zhenhua told the following story in more detail. It seems that this story should belong to these two junior girls...

An Ji just continued to listen, and listened... It seemed that he had also walked into that era where wars were raging and ideas were constantly colliding. Like the poet in the rain alley, he held the oil-paper umbrella with his own confusion,

Walking in the streets of old Hangzhou.

"Sister, daddy can't come back, right?" The younger sister has reached a sensible age. Perhaps because of the times, the first thing the younger sister understands is separation between life and death.

Everyone knows that there is an elder sister of the He family who returned to her hometown from Shandong with her mother, far away from that oppressed land. And this girl is the half-sister of the elder sister of the He family.

"Yeah." Sister He's sister didn't deny it, she just put down the newspaper in her hand, lowered her eyes, and didn't look at her little sister.

My father went to the Western battlefield three years ago. Now that the war is victorious, there is no news about my father at all. As for the land they wanted to exchange their lives for, it was just exchanged from one plunderer to another.

inside.

The rain was heavy and heavy today. Sister He raised her eyes and couldn't see clearly where the road ahead was...

Looking back, the younger sister is still seven or eight years old at this time, and the He family sister herself is only fourteen or fifteen years old. When the family and country are in danger, even though she already understands all this in her heart,

How much can be made?

"Mom has actually realized it a long time ago, but she just doesn't want to believe it." The younger sister may not be old enough to understand, but the He family's sister is still saying, "I don't know if this is good or bad for her."

In this era, not every family can afford to go to college, at least not the He family, which relies on handicrafts to make a living. The He family's sister can make enough money for herself and her younger sister to go to elementary school by knitting with her mother.

The silver dollar is already a huge happy event, let alone the unimaginable height of university.

Therefore, no matter how smart the He family sister is, she still has very little access to knowledge. She can only rely on the news in the newspaper to learn more.

"Huh?" Listening to Sister's words, the younger sister's eyes were full of doubts, "So, Sister is going to hide it from Mom?"

"What are you trying to hide from me?" As luck would have it, the younger sister's words were heard by her mother just in time, and a voice came out from the house, "If you hide this from your mother now, won't it be wrong when you grow up?"

Mom, you don’t know anything anymore?”

"No!" the two sisters said in unison.

"It's just that my mother's birthday is coming, and I want to buy powder for my mother." The little girl who usually doesn't want to tell lies didn't need to say anything, and naturally found a less lame excuse to cover up what she just said.

past.

"You two!"

"Tell your sister to keep that money. You will need more money when you go to high school. Mom is old, where do you need any powder?"

After receiving the response, the noise in the room quickly died down, leaving only the He family sister outside the room covering her mouth with her hands and coughing twice.

"Sister, don't laugh!"

"My little sister lied to others in order to help my elder sister hide it. The husband said that this is not good..."

Laughter returns to laughter, trouble comes to trouble, the death of her father, and the land where her relatives sacrificed their lives to protect but failed, only linger in the heart of the He family sister, and cannot be dissipated for a long time.

"Sister?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Sister... Mom is so tired from weaving every day. I will also learn from now on, so that Mom can worry less..."

Time always flies by so fast that the passing of a life seems nothing more than normal.

The He family's maid who could weave three feet of cloth a day left, leaving only the He family's sister, who was just seventeen or eighteen years old, and the younger sister who was about to go to high school to depend on each other.

After receiving the relics brought by fellow villagers, the mother who forced herself to weave the weaver just to support the two girls became ill and had no time to hand over her eldest daughter to a trusted weaver girl as her apprentice...

In fact, the mother had already thought of everything before her two girls talked about it. She didn't dare to fall until everything was finally put in front of her, she could no longer be deceived, and her daughter was strong enough to take on her own.

"Mom!" The little sister couldn't help crying.

When Fuling was buried, there were no sons in the He family, so some dirty-minded people inevitably came to see the joke and wanted to see what advantages they could take advantage of.
To be continued...