Folk Taboo Anecdotes

23 years ago, a young woman lived in our village. She was disheveled, giggled whenever she saw anyone, and urinated in public without hesitation. Therefore, the daughters-in-law in the village often spit at the woman, and some even come forward and kick her, telling her to "go away." But she refused to leave, still wandering around the village with a silly smile. At that time, my father was 35 years old. He once had his left hand broken by a machine while working in a stone quarry, and because his family was poor, he never had a wife. Grandma saw that the woman still had some beauty, so she became interested and decided to accept her as my father's wife. After she "renewed the incense" of my family, she was kicked out. Although the father was reluctant, looking at the situation at home, he gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending any money. When my mother gave birth to me, my grandma held me in her arms and said with joy, "This crazy woman gave me a grandson." Grandma took me away as soon as I was born and never let my mother get close to me. My mother always wanted to hug me, and she struggled to shout in front of grandma many times: "Here, give me..." Grandma ignored her. I'm so small, like a chubby baby, what if my mother accidentally drops me to the ground? After all, my mother is a madman. Whenever my mother asked to hug me, grandma would always stare and scold her: "Don't even think about holding the baby, I won't give it to you. If I find you secretly hugging him, I will beat you to death. Even if I don't beat you to death, I will drive you away." Grandma said this without any ambiguity. My mother understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time. Although my mother's breasts were extremely engorged, I couldn't take half of my mother's milk. It was my grandma who fed me spoonful by spoonful. Grandma said there was "psychosis" in my mother's milk, and it would be troublesome if it was transmitted to me. At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty. Especially after my mother and I were born, the family often couldn't get rid of the trouble. Grandma decided to drive my mother away because she not only ate "idle food" at home, but also caused trouble from time to time. One day, my grandma cooked a big pot of rice and added a big bowl to my mother. She said, "Daughter-in-law, this family is too poor, and my mother-in-law is sorry for you. After you finish this bowl of rice, you will find a richer family to live in, and you will not be allowed to come here again." "Huh?" My mother had just put a big ball of rice in her mouth. She was very surprised when she heard the "exclusion order" from her grandma, and the ball of rice froze in her mouth. My mother looked at me in grandma's arms and screamed inarticulately: "No, don't..." Grandma suddenly lowered her face and shouted in a majestic paternalistic manner: "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn? If you continue to be stubborn, you won't get any good results from you. You are already here. You're a wanderer. I've taken you in for two years, what else do you want? Just leave after dinner, do you hear me?" After saying that, grandma took out a hoe from behind the door and knocked it hard on the ground like Yu Taijun's faucet stick, making a "dong" sound. My mother was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and then slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on the white rice. Under the close gaze, my mother suddenly behaved very strangely. She divided more than half of the rice in the bowl into another empty bowl, and then looked at grandma pitifully. Grandma was stunned. It turned out that my mother told her that she would only eat half a bowl of rice for each meal, and she just asked her not to drive her away. It felt as if someone had pinched my heart several times. Grandma was also a woman, and her tough attitude was just an act. Grandma turned her head away, holding back her tears. Then she straightened her face and said, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, and leave quickly. You will starve to death in my house." Mother seemed desperate, not even eating the half bowl of rice, staggering out the door, but standing in front of the door for a long time. Grandma said hard-heartedly: "Go, go, don't look back. There are many rich people in the world!" Instead, my mother came over and stretched out her hands to my mother-in-law. It turned out that my mother wanted to hug me. Grandma hesitated for a moment, then handed the infant me to my mother. For the first time, my mother held me in her arms and smiled with a smile on her face. Grandma, however, felt like she was facing a formidable enemy, and held her hands under my body, fearing that my mother would get mad and throw me away like trash. Mom held me for less than three minutes, and grandma couldn't wait to snatch me away, then turned around and went into the house and closed the door. When I realized what was going on, I realized that except for me, all the other friends had mothers. I asked my father for it and my grandma for it. They said, "Your mother is dead." But my friend told me: "Your mother is a lunatic and was driven away by your grandma." I started arguing with my grandma and asked her to give my mother back. I also called her "Grandma Wolf" and even threw the food she served me all over the floor. At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy". I only knew that I missed her very much. What did she look like? Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, actually came back. That day, several friends rushed over to report: "Xiaoshu, come and see, your mother is back, your crazy mother is back." I was so happy that I ran out, and my father and grandma chased after me. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She was still in rags, and there were some withered grass in her hair. God knows, she spent the night in that haystack. My mother didn't dare to enter the house, but she sat facing my house on the stone roller in the rice field in front of the village, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. As I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly searched among us for her son. My mother finally stared at me, stared at me, and called me with a cracked mouth: "Small tree... Ball... Ball." She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand, and stuffed it into my arms flatteringly. But I kept moving back. I was greatly disappointed. I didn't expect that the mother I thought about day and night would look like this. A friend was shouting at the side: "Xiaoshu, do you know what a lunatic looks like now? That's what your mother is like." I angrily said to my friend, "She is your mother! Your mother is the crazy one, that's what your mother is like." I turned around and ran away. I don't want this crazy bitch anymore. Grandma and father took my mother in. Back then, after my grandma kicked my mother away, her conscience was tortured. As she aged day by day, her heart could no longer harden, so she took the initiative to keep my mother. My boss was not happy because my mother had lost my face. I never looked good on my mother, I never took the initiative to talk to her, and I never called her "mother". The communication between us was mainly based on my yelling, and my mother would never dare to talk back. The family couldn't keep my mother in vain, so my grandma decided to train her to do chores. When working in the fields, grandma would take my mother out to "observe" her. If she didn't obey, she would be beaten. After some time, grandma thought that my mother had been trained by her, so she asked her to go out alone to cut pig grass. Unexpectedly, it only took my mother half an hour to cut two baskets of "pigweed". When grandma saw it, she was anxious and panicked. What her mother was cutting was the rice that was being pulped and eared off in someone else's field. Grandma scolded her angrily: "Crazy woman, you can't tell the difference between rice and grass..." When grandma was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, the owner of the rice field came and said that grandma had deliberately instigated it. Grandma was so angry that she took out a stick and hit my mother on the lower back in front of others, saying: "I'll beat you to death, you crazy bitch. Get away from me..." Although my mother was crazy, she still knew the pain. She jumped and dodged the stick, wailing "Don't, don't..." Incessantly. In the end, they couldn't see it anymore and took the initiative to say, "Forget it, we won't pursue it any more. We'll just have to watch her more strictly from now on..." After the storm subsided, my mother lay on the ground sobbing. I said to her contemptuously: "You can't tell the difference between grass and rice. You are such a pig." As soon as I finished speaking, I received a slap on the back of my head, which was from my grandma. Grandma stared at me and scolded me: "Little bastard, why are you talking? If you keep doing this, she is also your mother!" I curled my lips in disdain: "I don't have such a stupid and crazy mother!" "Hey, you are getting more and more shameless. Don't let me hit you!" Grandma raised her hand again. At this time, she saw my mother jumping up from the ground like a spring, lying between me and grandma. My mother pointed at her head and shouted, "Hit me, hit me." I understand, my mother asked grandma to hit her, not me. Grandma's hand raised in the air dropped down, and she murmured: "This crazy woman knows how to love her children!" Not long after I went to school, my father was hired by a professional fish farmer from a neighboring village to guard the fish pond, and he could earn 50 yuan a month. My mother still went out to work under the leadership of her grandmother, mainly hunting pig grass, and she didn't cause any big troubles.

What kind of idiot did you write this fucking finale! They also charge for reading, which is a complete fraud!

Bad end, bad end, bad end, bad end

There is a medium-sized city in northern Liaoning - Tieling. On the streets of Tieling Worker Street, almost every morning or evening, you can see an old man pushing a tofu cart slowly. The battery speaker on the cart emits a crisp female voice: "Tofu for sale, authentic braised tofu!" Damn it──" That voice is mine. That old man is my father. My father is mute, and it wasn't until I was in my twenties that I had the courage to put my voice on my father's tofu cart, replacing the copper bells he had been ringing for decades. When I was two or three years old, I understood how humiliating it was to have a mute father, so I hated him from an early age. When I see some children being ordered by their mothers to buy tofu, they pick up the tofu and run away without giving them the money or beans. When their father stretches his neck and cannot scream, I will not catch up with the child and punch him twice like a big brother. I look at the scene sadly without saying a word. I don't hate the child, I only hate that the father is mute. Even though my two brothers made me grin in pain every time they combed my hair, I still insisted on never letting my father comb my hair again. When my mother passed away, she did not leave a large portrait behind. There was only a two-inch black and white photo of her and her neighbor's aunt before she got married. When my father was ignored by me, he turned over the back of the square mirror to look at my mother's photo. He didn't leave silently until he saw that he had to do some work. The most annoying thing is that other children call me "mute third child" (I am the third child in the family). When I can't scold them, I will run home, draw a circle on the ground in front of my father who is grinding tofu, and spit in the middle. Although I don't understand what this means, this is what other children do when they scold me. I think this is probably the most vicious expression of scolding a mute. The first time I scolded Dad like this, Dad stopped what he was doing and looked at me blankly for a long time. Tears flowed down like a river. I rarely see him cry, but that day he hid in the tofu shop and cried all night. It was a silent cry. Because of my father's tears, I seemed to have finally found an outlet for my humiliation. In the days to come, I would often run up to him, scold him, and then walk away, leaving him alone for a while. But later he no longer shed tears. He would shrink his thin body into a smaller ball and nestle on the grinding rod or next to the millstone, showing an even more ugly look that made me look down on him. I want to study hard, go to college, and leave this small village where everyone knows that my father is mute! This was my biggest wish at the time. I don't know how my brothers got married one after another. I don't know how many new grinding rods were replaced in my father's tofu shop. I don't know how many villages the copper bells that have been worn away from the edge have rang in the winter and summer solstice... I only know how to treat myself with hatred and read like crazy. I was finally admitted to college. For the first time, my father put on the blue coat that my aunt had sewn for him in 1979. He sat in the early autumn evening of 1992. With a joyful and solemn expression, he handed me a pile of banknotes that still smelled like tofu. When I saw him leading his second uncle and brothers to pull out and slaughter the big fat pig that he had carefully raised for two years, and invited all the villagers to celebrate my going to college, I don't know what touched my hard heartstrings, and I cried. When we were eating, I put some pieces of pork on my father in front of everyone. I cried with tears: "Dad, dad, you eat it." Dad couldn't hear me, but he knew what I meant. His eyes were brighter than ever before. He drank heavily with tears and bulk sorghum wine, and then ate the meat that his daughter brought over. My dad, he was really drunk. His face was so red, his waist was so straight, and his sign language was so cool! You know, in eighteen years, in eighteen years, he has never seen me shout "Dad" to him! Dad continued to work hard making tofu and used the banknotes with the faint smell of tofu to help me finish college. In 1996, I graduated and was assigned to return to Tieling, 40 miles away from my hometown in the countryside. After settling in, I was going to pick up my father, who had been living alone, to come to the city to enjoy the belated affection of my daughter. But on the way back to my hometown in a taxi, the car had an accident. I learned everything about what happened after the accident from my sister-in-law─ Some people passing by recognized this as the third girl from Lao Tu's family, so the eldest brother, second brother, eldest sister-in-law and second sister-in-law all came over. Seeing me covered in blood and unconscious, I burst into tears and became confused. The father who finally arrived pushed aside the crowd, picked up me who was already certain to die, and stopped a large car on the roadside. He carried my body with his legs. He took out a large amount of change from selling tofu from his pocket and stuffed it into the driver's hand. Then he kept making the sign of the cross, begging the driver to send me to the hospital for emergency treatment. My sister-in-law said that my father, who had been a coward all his life, showed great strength and strength at that time! After carefully cleaning the wound, the doctor asked me to be transferred to another hospital and told my brothers that I was no longer worth saving because at that time, I could barely measure my blood pressure and my head was hit like a flat gourd. Dad tore up the mourning clothes that my elder brother bought for me out of desperation, pointed at his eyes, stretched out his thumb, and gestured to his temples, then pointed two fingers at me, stretched out his thumb again, shook his hand, and closed his eyes. What he meant was: "Don't cry, I didn't cry, and you don't cry either. Your sister won't die. She is only in her 20s. She can do it, and we can definitely save her!" The doctor still said there was nothing he could do. He asked his eldest brother to "say" to his father: "This girl is hopeless. Even if we want to save her, it will cost a lot of money. Even if we spend a lot of money, it may not be possible." Dad immediately knelt on the ground, then stood up, pointed at me, raised his hands high, and continued to do the postures of planting, feeding pigs, cutting grass, and pushing grinding rods. Then he took out his empty pockets, stretched out his two hands and gestured anyway, which meant: "Please, save my daughter, my daughter has a lot of potential, great, you must save her." I can earn money to pay for medical expenses. I can feed pigs, farm, and make tofu. I have money. I have four thousand yuan now. The doctor held his hand and shook his head, saying that the four thousand yuan was not enough. Dad was anxious. He pointed at his brother and sister-in-law, clenched his fists tightly and said, "I still have them. If we work together, we can do it." Seeing that the doctor was silent, he pointed to the roof again, lowered his head and stamped his feet, put his hands together on the right side of his head, closed his eyes, and said, "I have a house that can be sold, and I can sleep on the ground. Even if I lose everything, I still want my daughter to live." Then he pointed to the doctor's heart, put his hands flat, and said, "Doctor, please don't worry, we won't default on our debt." Money, we will find a way. The eldest brother cried and translated his father's sign language to the doctor. Before the translation was finished, the doctor, who was used to seeing life and death, was already in tears. His quick gestures and deep and precise expressions will make anyone cry when they see him! The doctor added: "Even if you have surgery, you may not be able to save your life. What if you don't come to the operating table..." Dad patted his pockets affirmatively and then compared his chest, which meant: "You try your best to save her. Even if it doesn't work, you will still be given a lot of money. I have no complaints." The great father's love not only supported my life, but also supported the doctor's confidence and determination to save me. I was pushed onto the operating table. Dad was standing guard outside the operating room. He walked back and forth in the corridor uneasily and even wore out the soles of his shoes! He didn't shed a single tear, but he had blisters all over his mouth during the more than ten hours of waiting! He kept making chaotic movements of praying to Buddha and praying to God, begging God to give his daughter life! God is moved! I survived. But for half a month, I was in a coma and had no feeling for my father's love. Faced with the fact that I have become a "vegetative state", people have lost confidence. There is only dad, he stays by my bed, waiting for me to wake up! His rough hands massaged me carefully, and his voice that could not pronounce kept calling me blah blah blah. He was shouting: "Yun Yatou, wake up, Yun Yatou, daddy is waiting for you to drink the new soy milk!" In order to make the doctors and nurses treat me well, he made a large plate of hot water tofu while his brother was in bed with him, and sent it to almost all the medical staff in the surgery. Although the hospital had regulations not to accept things from patients, they accepted it gently in the face of such a simple and sincere expression and request. Dad was satisfied and became more confident. He gestured to them and said, "You are good people. I believe you can cure my daughter!" During this period, in order to raise medical expenses, my father visited every village where he sold tofu. He used his half-life loyalty and kindness to win the support that was enough to put his daughter through the line of life and death. The villagers came up with money one after another, and the father was not sloppy. He wrote down the tofu accounts crookedly but seriously with a pencil: Zhang Sanzhu, 20 yuan; Li Gang, 100 yuan; Sister Wang, 65 yuan... One morning half a month later, I finally opened my eyes. I saw an old man who was so thin that he was out of shape. He opened his mouth wide and screamed in surprise because he saw me wake up. His white hair was soon wet with sweat from excitement.

Who is the author's godmother? Confused

An idiot protagonist, who has been bullied by the whole village since childhood, yet still trusts the villagers so much, a pure idiot

I'm speechless. What age are we in now? Are we still talking about the wisdom of horses?

The female protagonist is relatively new, seducing the kid a few days a month

Also, I read that most of the comments on this book were made by one person, so why are you posting comments? Returned the five-star review. Why don't you change your number? Originally, novels are too difficult for old users like us to find a good book. Generally speaking, we will refer to the reviews, but the reviews left me completely irritated.

You are only in your twenties. It is normal that you have not met someone you like. Later you will find that you probably will never meet someone again.