My ancestors have been noble poor people for generations, and I have never heard of any of them appearing in writing.
In the spring of the Year of the Rabbit (spring 1927), there was a severe drought in Gansu. My grandfather took his brothers to Youfangtai, a small valley in Guyuan, Ningxia, and began to work for Qiu Cunshan's family. Six years later, my grandfather used his blood and sweat to buy 40 acres of dry land and a dilapidated courtyard from the Qiu family, where he temporarily lived.
The current situation is chaotic, and the poor mountains and villages are originally a good place to hide, but the bandits prefer this kind of terrain, which is beneficial to their cause.
My grandfather was very good at making friends, and he befriended many vicious and cunning people. One of them was called the Iron Whip King, and he was good at grabbing things quickly. During a casual conversation, I brought up the idea of making a gun at my house, and promised to give one to my grandfather after I finished it.
My second grandfather is very opposed to this matter and is worried about problems. Grandfather believed that there were no gods or ghosts in the deep mountains and old forests, so he let Master Wang live at home and make guns, while cooking for him alone.
I don't know who got the news, and before the gun was finished, the bandits came to my house to get the gun.
On the fourth day of the fifth lunar month in the Year of the Snake (1941), at dusk, five men came up from the bottom of the ditch, carrying five guns and pulling two horses to carry the looted things.
Concept: realistic destiny of little people under changing times