The second story of the Xiao family:
Xiao Litian is my father, a strict father. Dad is the second eldest child in the family. Because he is good at reading, grandma sold all the mosquito nets in the house so that he can study. Later, I took the high school entrance examination and was admitted to the Air Force School. I heard that because of my family background, I was pulled off the train. Later, he was admitted to Changsha Chemical School. My father had great ambitions, but he failed due to the mark of the times. He once thought that he was a winter snake trapped in a cave, but he never became a real dragon that soared into the sky.
I returned to the countryside and became an agricultural machinery engineer. I remember when I was a child, my father was the chief agricultural machinery engineer in the town. He issued agricultural tickets and was responsible for the maintenance of agricultural machinery in eight villages. The house was always busy with people coming and going.
My father is a technical talent. He has been awarded many certificates for advanced workers in his work. I only saw these certificates and the fact that he attended a technical secondary school in Changsha after I was 40 years old. Before, I Don't even know. Dad has an upright character and doesn't try to flatter anyone. He always does things based on his true abilities, and he also takes promotion step by step. Therefore, the brothers did not get any glory from their father.
Dad likes to put on flower drum opera very early in the morning, which not only adds some fun to life, but also wakes us up from sleeping late. So the tunes of Hunan Flower Drum Opera have been lingering in my mind since childhood.
When we were seven years old, we moved from the village to a large single-family house. The new house was surrounded by mountains on three sides. My father bought everything at home, including eight sets of large tables, which were perfect for weddings and weddings. There is no need to borrow carpentry tools, a rice beating set, a generator, etc., which is clearly reflected in my father's character of never asking for help. Before I was seven years old, I used to go to houses to lift tiles and climb trees to catch birds. After I was seven years old, I slowly read books, newspapers, and dictionaries by myself. I have a relatively quiet personality.
In my impression, my father spent less time at home. Every time he came back from work, the house would tremble. He would accuse my mother of not doing things well, and criticize us for being playful and not studying hard. My impression The most serious thing is that he once chased me home with a stick, so he went out to play less and less; and every time we had dinner, he would criticize each of us one by one. My mother and brothers were silent, but I was the only one with a straight temper. , I would put down the bowls and chopsticks angrily, and then hide in my house without eating. My mother would always secretly bring the food to the door of my room.
In my childhood memories, it was difficult to see my father smiling and praising me. When I only had two guns, I worked hard to cut the rice and was not lazy at all, because only then would my father praise me, smile at me, and occasionally joke with me. Those are the happiest times for me, and they are also the source of why I like working. The excitement of working together as a family is my most precious memory.
I have resented my father since I was a child. He seldom came home, and would scold and beat us when he came home. My mother was responsible for all the housework at home, and the accusations she made against my father were all mine. The estrangement between me and my father started until I was in high school. When I went to the place where he retired and worked as a police officer, I saw that his lunch consisted of steaming a few large green peppers while cooking. When I opened the lid of the rice cooker, I had mixed emotions. , tears flew away in an instant. It turns out that parents in the world are so ordinary and great in heart, all for their children to live frugally, endure hardships and stand hard work.
After my father retired, he also opened an agricultural machinery store for a while. Later, when he was free at home, he also compiled the genealogy of the Xiao family. He traveled to Hunan libraries, Xiao family ancestral halls in various places, etc., and finally "Xiao" The family genealogy was written, and the descendants were blessed. He studied Feng Shui, read medical books, wrote medical books, inherited his grandfather’s barefoot doctor to treat others, carved wood to make crutches, and radiated light for his family and country throughout his life.