During the Chinese New Year this year, I returned to my hometown and saw that the 105-year-old Granny Bai from the east of the village had passed away. She was the only centenarian in our village and died without any illness. But not many people know her story. When I saw her when I was a child, she would always sit on the deck chair at the entrance of the blue brick house, looking at the old locust tree at the entrance of the village in trance.
My mother is a kind person, and she is also the only person with whom Granny Bai chats more. Granny Bai sometimes comes to visit my house and chats while my mother cooks. Because of my good academic performance and poor labor ability, I was the one responsible for lighting fires after school, so I heard some past events from Grandma Bai.
Now that Granny Bai is gone, I think I should tell everyone her story. I hope that I can use my inexperienced writing to record the century-old vicissitudes, customs and customs of the rural areas of Jiangnan for the benefit of rural readers.
This book is not a history, it is a novel. The characters are all fictitious. Please be sure to identify them. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
