The Death of a Village

Thinking of my ancestors at home. My grandmother's family has been running private schools for several generations, and she is considered a scholarly family. My great-grandfather was the eldest son and managed the private school. So my grandmother and sisters all read books. Since there was no son in the family, he was thinking of raising a daughter. At that time, marrying into a wife was looked down upon, and no man would be willing to do so if possible. I found an idle guy, I thought he was lazy, but it turned out to be a little guy. When my great-grandfather saw something bad, he became very angry and loved his daughter very much. In the end, he had no choice but to marry out in a hurry. Of course, there was no place for married women to go to private schools at home, and the remaining ancestral house with blue bricks and tiles was occupied by several uncles, leaving only one and a half rooms for the sisters. Later, after liberation, the remaining wealth was saved. Grandpa's house also had strange things that we now see. His family is a small landowner in the countryside, and they have also read books. They say that they are small landowners and have to work in the fields. In their words, they just have enough to eat and a little extra money. There was an engaged fiancée, but it turned out that her fiancée's parents were greedy for money. A gangster leader fell in love with her and gave her a lot of money, so he decided to regret the engagement. The fiancée didn't want to and couldn't do it, so she ran away to her grandfather's house. In the end, she was dragged away by the family and sold to that man. It is said that she was tortured quite a lot. Fortunately, after liberation, the man was caught and shot, and the woman escaped. At that time, girls had no status, no chance of independence, no autonomy in marriage, and no right to inheritance. The ups and downs that grandma experienced and the misfortune of grandpa's ex-fiancée all stem from this. There is a reason why my grandma always kept saying that the Party is good and the new society is good.

Dada is really a serious and mature storyteller. I am very lucky to see such articles in Jinjiang.

Come on, times are changing, and I often lament that my hometown dialect will disappear in the future. It is no exaggeration to say that people born after 10 years are now speaking Mandarin, and the so-called hometown dialect is only spoken by people of my generation.

It's so well written, how could it be written so well?

It is very sad that under that power structure, even the woman who was robbed believed that just by setting off a firecracker, she had entered someone else's house and belonged to someone else's house. Day after day of discipline prevented her from questioning or resisting.

I feel very touched because there are only seven households left in the place where I grew up. The originally small village is now even more lonely. When I was a child, the lights of thousands of houses used to look very warm when night fell. Looking back now, everything is silent, there is no extra sound under the sparse lights, even if the lights are bright, it is still deserted.

I want to cry so late at night that I can't help but cry. . . My grandma and grandpa also moved out from the village next to Mudanjiang (because of grandpa's illness). From then on, I also had no connection with the countryside.

This is Dada's own story, right? Isn't it just an essay? What's there to update? You only write when you have what you want to say.

Widow snatching... Was unheard of, yet seemed familiar. It has not disappeared in the so-called new society, it just exists in a different form.

Oh my God, that rural area in the northwest is so scary. Poor woman. She was snatched away, qj\', and then died in childbirth. No one from her husband's family came forward. Once again, I feel that Jiangnan is a really good place.