Chapter 2 two

In order to establish a monument for my family, I once ran back to Northeast Gaomi Township and conducted a lot of investigations. The focus of the investigation was the famous battle where my father participated and killed the Japanese major general by the Mo River.A ninety-two-year-old lady in our village said to me: Northeast Township has thousands of people, lined up by the Mo River.Commander Yu, standing in front of the formation, fired a series of cannonballs with one movement of his hand.The souls of the oriental devils scattered and landed on the ground one after another.Dai Fenglian, the head of the female school, has a beautiful face and a moony appearance. She dispatched an iron rake to block the devils. A survivor of the Mid-Autumn Festival massacre in August 1939, when she couldn't run because of a gangrene in her leg, she was stuffed into a sweet potato cellar by her husband and hid, and she survived by coincidence.Dai Fenglian in the Allegro sung by the old woman is my grandma's tuba.Hearing this, I was very excited.This shows that the strategy of using the iron rake to block the retreat of the devil's car was actually thought up by a woman named my grandmother.My grandma should also be the vanguard of the Anti-Japanese War, a national hero.

When it comes to my grandma, the old lady talks a lot.Her words were broken and scattered, like a group of leaves rolling in the wind.She talked about my grandma's feet, which are the smallest feet in the whole village.Our soju has a lot of stamina.When talking about the Jiaoping Highway, her words became coherent: When the road was repaired to our site, the sorghum was waist-deep. The mule was also taken away. The devil built a stone bridge on the Mohe River. Arhat, the old long-term worker of your family, he and your grandma are not innocent, people say so, ah, your grandma had a lot of flirtatious things when she was young, and your father had a lot Capable, kills at the age of fifteen, bastards produce good men, nine out of ten are not good at arhats, they go to shovel mule legs, they are caught and cut with a knife.That year, when I went to fetch water, I picked up something, a human head with big braids

Uncle Liu Luohan is an important figure in the history of our family.It is impossible to find out whether he had an affair with my grandma. Of course, from the bottom of my heart, I don't want to admit that it is true. Although I understand the reasoning, the words of the old lady with the clay pot head still make me feel embarrassed.I thought, since Uncle Luohan treats my father like his own grandson, then he is like my great-grandfather; if this great-grandfather had an affair with my grandma, wouldn’t it be incest?This is actually a fantasy, because my grandma is not Uncle Luohan’s daughter-in-law but his boss. Luohan has only economic ties with my family but no blood relationship. He is like a loyal old family member dotted with my family. History and certainly adds to the history of our family.Whether my grandma loved him or not, and whether he was on my grandma's kang, have nothing to do with ethics.So what?I firmly believe that my grandma dares to do anything, as long as she is willing.Her old man is not only a hero of the Anti-Japanese War, but also a pioneer of individual liberation and a model of women's self-reliance.

I checked the county annals, and the county annals stated: In the 27th year of the Republic of China, the Japanese army captured a total of 400,000 civilians in Gaomi, Pingdu, and Jiao counties, and built the Jiaoping Highway.Countless crops were destroyed.The mules and horses in the villages on both sides of the road were looted.Farmer Liu Luohan sneaked in at night, wounded numerous mules' hooves and horses' legs with a shovel, and was captured.The next day, the Japanese army flayed Liu Luohan on the horse tie post for public display.Liu Mian showed no signs of fear, and could not stop scolding until he died.