He Gang, a farmer who donated treasures, was drunk and cried on his wife's grave. What happened?
Thirty-two years ago, he dug up 19 precious Yuan Dynasty silverware in his home and donated them all to the Forbidden City, including jars for storing cultural relics. He refused the "sack money" from the cultural relics dealer and was suspected by the villagers of going to Beijing to "sell treasures".
Donating treasures did not improve his life, on the contrary, it changed several times in the following years. Two wives died one after another, and his parents got sick one after another ... He farmed, scavenged and worked around to make money. Until May 30th, he was killed in an engineering accident, and his foreign debt has not been paid off.
"My father has been trying to make this family better, but his life is too difficult." He Junqing said that on May 7th (local custom, the funeral will take more than one month), a villa, a car, a TV and a refrigerator will be built for his father to live a good life.
He Gang took a photo before his death.
Collecting dung at a young age counts as work points.
When He Gang's mother recalled her son's childhood, she was "very proud".
At that time, there were six or seven children in Guqiang Village, Shangshui County, Henan Province. He Gang is an only child and has been spoiled since childhood. "There is a white flour bun left for him to eat at home, which hurts."
Compared with his peers who studied farming in their teens, He Gang graduated from junior high school and became a "cultural person" in the village.
Although favored, He Gang is smart and wise. His mother recalled that when he was in the fourth grade, his son knew how to share his worries for his family. "In those days, the village production team said that picking up pig manure can be counted as work points. One day, he came home from school and ran out with a basket. It turned out that I saw a stall of pig manure on the road, afraid of being picked up by others. "
What parents often talk about is their son's filial piety. He said that after his father went out to work, his grandparents would not be allowed to work as long as he went home. "Give them urinals, wash clothes, cook and eat with hoes."
In the impression of my eldest daughter, He Hua, my father is diligent and loves cleanliness. Every time he comes home, the first thing is to clean the room, and then clean the wooden sofa in the main room. "I'm afraid people will look uncomfortable."
When eating, my father only cares about chatting and watching his family eat. The children said a few words to him before he took a few bites. "It's not that he doesn't like to eat. He always waits until we all finish eating. "
A father who hurts his children.
1985 After the autumn, the He Gang family, who planned to rebuild the old house, dug up a jar covered with generous bricks, which contained various bottles and jars. Cultural relics dealers flocked, but 22-year-old He Gang turned down this "opportunity to get rich". Liu, the village party secretary, recalled, "someone came with a sack of money and asked directly' how much to give', without even letting people look at it."
Liang Jinsheng, former director of the Cultural Relics Management Office of the Forbidden City, still remembers the "surprise". "A batch of Yuan Dynasty silverware. At that time, there was no such collection in the Forbidden City, which was very precious. What I didn't expect was that this was donated by a farmer. "
The villagers have been gossiping and don't believe that He Gang didn't keep one for himself, but after he returned to his hometown, he sent the remaining utensils and even the jars to the Forbidden City. After identification, this is indeed a group of "rare treasures".
Gossip ends with the growth and harvest of crops. He Gang farmed, worked and supported his family, and his life returned to peace.
A few years later, his wife died, leaving his daughter to live with him. He Gang continued to get married, and the couple gave birth to a son and a daughter.
All three children think that their father loves them the most.
He Hua, the eldest daughter, remembers that she 15 went to work in the factory in the town. Because it is a night shift, she leaves home every night at 1 1. "Dad will set the alarm clock and wake me up on time. When I walked into the room, he pumped up the water and squeezed the toothpaste. "
At noon, he will stand at the intersection and wait for his daughter. When he saw He Hua riding into the village, he ran home and fished out the noodles. "He is afraid that the noodles are not delicious early and too soft late."
When he was old, his granddaughter became the object of his love. He Hua said that every time my father came back, he would go to town to buy chicken legs for his granddaughter. As soon as he got home, he remembered that he had forgotten to buy it, so he went back after lunch.
He Lin (a pseudonym), the second daughter, said that all the girls in the village went to the fields to cut pig grass and graze cattle, but her father wouldn't let her do anything, which made other children envy her.
His wife died and his parents got sick.
He Gang's parents are often ill. Except for the tuition of three children, the money earned is basically used to see a doctor.
Every holiday, his son He will go to Jiangsu to live with his parents. He remembered that three people were crowded into a hut rented by 200 yuan for a month, and there were a mountain of bottles and cans in it, all of which were picked up and sold by his father.
After working in Beijing for several months, He Gang and Lin He talked about his life: in the morning, he went to the roadside to buy some cakes with boiling water and ate them at noon and evening. She was distressed and asked her father to "eat noodles", but his father felt that "whatever he eats is not to eat".
The workers said that He Gang had few people to talk to on the construction site, and he was too poor to talk without money. Once, a workmate wanted to help him. He Gang wriggled around for a long time and borrowed 65,438,000 yuan from Zhangkou.
In this way, after more than ten years of "hard life", He Gang and his wife plan to build a two-story house for their son.
In 2003, the first floor was just built, but my wife suffered from uremia.
"That money is like throwing." He said that the house was not built, and his father borrowed all the people who could borrow money, but he still failed to save his mother's life.
The death of his wife, the illness of his parents, and He Gang almost collapsed. Later, my wife divorced him because her family was poor.
Drunk, crying at his wife's grave
People in the village said that He Gang had dug a treasure and destroyed Feng Shui, so he had been suffering. It is suggested to curb and reverse the "bad luck".
"My brother's divorce was a common occurrence, but it happened in my home and became a feng shui event in the eyes of outsiders." He Hua, the daughter of He Gang, remembers that her father said that it was all fate, and the blessed people would be blessed forever.
According to the local custom, when a daughter gets married, it is a good day for her husband. He Gang also skipped this link. He Gang is not superstitious, but in the face of unsustainable life and tragic fate, he hides his heart in wine.
After his wife died, He Gang, who didn't talk much, became more bored. People who have never drunk before become alcoholics.
Liu recalled complaining to himself often. They ate and drank a bottle of white wine. "He talks a lot when he drinks, pulling me to talk and saying that he is not doing well." Wine is a "dependent wine" for a few dollars. Later, he simply went to the pub and drank a pot of wine at home.
He Gang can't drink well, and he often gets confused after drinking half a catty. After drinking, I stumbled to my wife's grave and cried. Lin He said that his father never complained to his family. "Maybe he doesn't want us to see him decadent." I can only drown my sorrows in wine.
You can't drink it at home, and others don't want to drink it, for fear of drinking too much. "It was dark during that time, and our brothers and sisters didn't go home to see their father, so they went to my mother's grave to find it. He wiped his tears and went back with us. When he got home, he said nothing. "
I can't wait for the "good day"
He said that his father was reluctant to smoke 2 yuan a pack of cigarettes, and he didn't go home for the 2,000 yuan bonus. "He said that there is only one goal, that is, our family will live a good life."
Every night, he calls his son. During the conversation for a minute or two, he only asked about his life and work, and taught his son to be kind to his workers, to be diligent and to work hard. For himself, he just said "not tired".
Why did the Forbidden City just apply for a subsidy of 654.38 million yuan twice? "I also know that the money is far from enough to solve his problem. We can only try our best to help him." Liang Jinsheng said.
Seeing that the debts at home will be paid off, years ago, when He's wife was pregnant and learned that they were twins, He Gang was overjoyed and even said, "Nothing like this has happened in our family for generations."
The "good day" is coming, but he didn't wait until this day: on May 30, he accidentally fell down at a construction site in Jinan.
He Jun Qing felt sorry for his father and worried him all his life. Before coming to Beijing, he saved a photo of his father in front of Tiananmen Square in his mobile phone.
In the photo, He Gang is wearing a nylon jacket with a shirt collar exposed and a yellow sweater inside. He raised his head, smiled in the sun and looked forward to the future.
On June 22nd, Beijing, in the heavy rain, the Forbidden City held a "Comrade He Gang Memorial Conference". The 600-year-old Forbidden City held a memorial service for an ordinary farmer for the first time. "This memorial service will be held when I take my father home," he said to Jun Qing.
He remembers that when he was 8 years old, his father called him home on a tricycle because of naughty mistakes. Afraid of being punished, he turned and ran to the village, with his father running after him.
He saw his father behind him, standing at sunset, barefoot in the harvested wheat straw pile, standing in the golden wheat stubble, shining like gold.
This is really the most simple farmer, who would rather suffer by himself than lose the wealth of the country, which deserves our admiration!