Old Events in Guangfutun

Old Stories of Guangfutun (Real Memories)·Novel Introduction In the winter months of 1985, Guangfu Village in Shulan was frozen by thick snow, and the northwest wind carried snow particles and beat them against the adobe walls. My grandfather was lame and relied on a donkey to make tofu, which supported the family's fireworks; my grandmother, Mrs. Chen, was a person respected by people from all over the country. But there is a second uncle in the family who can't help him - the second old man. This person is idle, playing around with money and counting votes, and lives in a hazy way. Even when he goes out, his grandma will calculate and choose the lucky day, and he will spend his whole life being old and miserable. This is a true memory rooted in the hometown of Northeast China. There are no exaggerated supernatural powers, only rural fireworks, fairy rules and the warmth of people's hearts. My grandma did good deeds and saved people with her heart. She saved her neighbors and brought peace to her souls, but in the end she could not save her son who had fallen so willingly. The incense and the sound of millstones in the village gradually fade away, and the old things about seeing things, choosing dates, fairy homes, and household chores are all hidden in this period of time, which is real and sad.