My father had several opportunities to jump out of the farm.

Perhaps it was fate that he should not have left the land, and in the end he went around and returned to the field.

Compared with the strong laborers in the village, who also scored 10 points, my father's body was relatively thin.

But he was never to be outdone, he could pick 120, not 100 pounds, and if others picked three times, he would never pick two trips.

If you have something to say to your face, you never calculate people behind your back.

Because he knew that his mother was a single person, and he came to a village without any roots alone, without any support.

When he was a child, his four cousins would come for a meal during the Chinese New Year, and I could tell that it was when he was the happiest.

The room was filled with laughter, and he wanted to show that there were people in his house.

Sometimes I specially called a few neighbors to accompany me for a drink and guess a fight.

He used his character and hard work to gain a firm foothold in the village, won everyone's respect, served as the production captain for many years, and became the backbone of the village.

He was also trained in the commune, and as a representative many times, he participated in some meetings in the county and filled out a volunteer form for joining the party.

There used to be a wire basket on top of the kitchen at home, and I often went to look for some manuscript paper, which was full of representative cards and other things left by him from this period.

During this period, due to natural disasters, the commune decided to ask the village to provide free support for a few hundred catties of freshly harvested soybeans in an outside village.

The secretary of the brigade also agreed, asking his father to express his position.

My father didn't agree.

In the end, the matter of joining the party was gone.

Soon, the county sent some personnel to pick charcoal on Pan'an Mountain, and my father was also on the list of the commune newspaper.

I heard my father say that Pan'an is a very high mountain, and I have to walk a lot of mountain roads every day, and I have suffered a lot for two years.

At the end of this team, some of them went to Shanghai to work as porters, and some of them also joined units such as transportation agencies in Zhoushan.

My father and a handful of people returned to their original villages.

Not long after, he was told to work on a fresh boat under the aquatic company.

This kind of ship is to collect the goods of fishing boats at sea at the price set by the state, transfer them to cold storage, and then supply them to the market according to the plan.

"Hairtail fish as wide as a handboard noodles can be eaten as a meal."

My father used to describe it like this.

What he means is that he has eaten enough fish in this life.

Because the best quality hairtail fish is the best tasting in marine fish, but no matter how good the hairtail fish is now, it does not have the quality of that time.

A few years later, due to policy reasons, my father was "streamlined and returned to his hometown" to return to the village again.

Working during the day, singing and singing at night, the family is reunited, and my father is very optimistic and content.

When I was in junior high school, the brigade set up a lime factory, and my father was taken as the person in charge.

Maybe it's because my father went out to wander.

The scale of the factory is very small, sometimes 3 to 4 people, and less than 2 people.

I occasionally go to play, and I see that colleagues and customers politely call him "factory director", which is the biggest "official" he has ever been in his life.

During this period, the interior of the family's three new houses was whitewashed. I didn't see him bring a bag of genuine lime at home.

From time to time, he would bring a load of scrap and deduct it from his salary at the price at which he sold it to others.

He often warned us: "You can't touch a single cent of the public's things!" ”