Unfinished legacy, Uncle Xian Zhou
In the middle of winter, the sky is always gray and dark, but the sun rises on time every day, but it is limp, as if a dying villain looks at the world with kindness in his eyes, but he is actually unable to do anything evil.
A row of newly-built houses at the entrance of Spoon Village are richly decorated and imposing, lying on the side of the road. No matter the villagers or other villagers, when they enter the village, they will definitely look at the exhaust room, give it a few words of praise, and then steal a few eyes.
When the weather is fine, Lao Zhoutou always moves a bamboo lounge chair, ignores the envious or jealous eyes from both sides, smokes a bag of hookah, squints and basks in the lazy winter sun. He often wears a suit with the word "Fu" printed all over his body, just like a landlord, which complements this exhaust room. No one will doubt that this house has nothing to do with old man Zhou. Who would run to someone else's door to bask in the sun? In the dialect of Spoon Village, there must be insufficient brain water.
That house is really related to Lao Zhoutou. It was built by his sons. Didn't the house built by his son add luster to Lao Tzu's face?
Next to the exhaust room stands a lonely mud brick house, not ashamed of the gorgeous houses next to it, silently admiring the rows of houses. Yes, it's just a mud brick house, not a mud brick house. If you look carefully, you will find clues. There are still clear marks on the wall around this mud house, and the main body of the house has been demolished. However, looking at the thick and straight beams of the remaining rooms, it seems that the original house is also magnificent.
However, who will care about such a room that spoils the scenery, and who will speculate on the original glorious history of this house? Times have changed, and now that room stands like a fool who doesn't understand current events, which is undoubtedly just a joke.
On this day, it was raining lightly, and there were a pair of footprints in front of the mud brick house. It turns out that people still live here.
-2-
There is indeed a man living in that room, but he is a dying man.
On this day, Mrs. Zhou's magnificent house was very lively, with several cars parked at the door and several motorcycles parked next to it. Some people go in and out of the house with their hands behind their backs. A tall and thin man is standing on the concrete floor at the door, smoking a cigarette and staring at the mud house next to him.
Lao Zhoutou's younger brother lives in that mud house. He is over eighty years old. I don't know whether it is because of his qualifications or other reasons. In the village, Zhou's family or different surnames call him Uncle Zhou, regardless of gender, age or age. Comparatively speaking, it is impolite for villagers to call Lao Zhoutou, regardless of gender, age and age. Lao Zhoutou, who has been called Lao Zhoutou for decades, has long been used to it. In addition, the houses built by several sons have not been called by others to reduce his pride and pride.
Uncle Zhou and Lao Zhou's two brothers are both people with stories in the village. When Zhou was young, he was the captain of the production brigade in the village. Every day, he shouted in the loudspeaker at the head of the village: "Today, men are still digging and women are still weeding." Something like that Uncle Zhou is tall, with a loud voice and full of laughter. He's joking. He wanted something to eat in his hand, so he offered it to him.
My brother, Zhou Tou, is short and has narrow eyes. Seeing people laughing, he doesn't laugh and speaks strangely. The children in the village don't like him very much, and they walk around when they see him from a distance. Compared with his brother's production captain, Lao Zhoutou is a gambler, and everyone hates him. He was imprisoned for several years.
Things in the world are always so wonderful. As the eldest son, Lao Zhoutou married his wife early with the help of his parents, although he was born with sly eyes. His wife lived up to expectations and gave birth to four boys in a few years.
My son went hungry, and Lao Zhoutou went to prison for gambling. His wife remarried under the guidance of her family as soon as she saw that she could not support the four boys who wanted to eat.
The tall and handsome production captain said nothing on Tuesday and took up the responsibility of raising four nephews. Uncle Zhou, who just got married, had four "drag bottles" nephews before talking about his wife. Many people made a match between Zhou's beauty and his status as production captain, but in the end all the girls were scared away by his four nephews. Later, he simply gave up the idea of marrying a wife and took care of his four nephews.
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"Everyone came in, but they couldn't wait to die there." A short middle-aged man stood on the threshold, yelling at the man who was smoking, and his words were quite playful and impatient.
The smoker threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it hard, looked at the mud house again, and finally entered the house.
There are two tables in the main room, and men are sitting around them. The four daughters-in-law of Lao Zhou's first family sat on the periphery, holding melon seeds in their hands, knocking casually, turning their eyes round and round, looking at everyone who came in. These people will decide how to distribute Uncle Zhou's estate.
"Tell me everything." Lao Zhoutou is still lying on his bamboo chair. My brother will die, not because he is so fair and just, but because he can't give his brother's inheritance a satisfactory answer to his four sons. No, we have to discuss it with everyone according to family rules.
"What to say? Four brothers, land, money, house, divided into four parts, which one to get by lottery. This is all luck. " A man said, you are both farting and taking off your pants.
"That's what I mean." Lao Zhoutou is quite satisfied with this plan. At this age, he can stop paying special attention to anyone and just treat them equally.
"Why do you want to divide Uncle Zhou's property?" The man who smoked at the door before asked, and he looked at everyone's faces with a serious expression. "You're the uncle Zhou who served the excrement and urine? Do you give him a bowl of hot rice for every meal? Or did you seek medical advice for him? "
The room was suddenly silent, and no one dared to gasp loudly.
"We are my uncle's nephew. If my uncle doesn't have it, we are not qualified to share it. Who else is qualified to divide? " After half a silence, Lao Zhou's third son spoke.
"If you don't see Zhou's nephew when you retire, will this property come out?" The smoker retorted.
People began to talk about it in succession, holding their own words. Some agreed that Uncle Zhou's four nephews would share the property. Some people think that four ungrateful baiwenhang don't deserve to share the property. Others just kept silent, watching the two sides of the quarrel as if they were watching a play and not expressing their opinions.
"It stands to reason that whoever gives Zhou a pension should give him the inheritance. Who are your four brothers who support Zhou? " The smoker said.
"Yes, yes, this is reasonable." There are more and more people echoing in the crowd. After all, this is the golden rule of distributing the legacy of bachelors without offspring in rural areas. It is natural that whoever supports the elderly will get the inheritance.
The four brothers are sulking.
-4-
Uncle Zhou raised four nephews and helped raise several grandchildren. But on his deathbed, none of his four nephews gave him a bowl of water to drink. Strange to say, however, Uncle Zhou has been lying on his deathbed for five years without a fixed person to take care of him, and only recently did he show signs of dying.
Uncle Zhou is very popular. When he was the production team leader, many people took care of him and remembered his kindness. Neighbors send me meals like this, and send meals to Uncle Zhou. So he ate a hundred meals and lived for several years. Occasionally, the young man will take advantage of the good weather to wipe his body and tidy up the house. But his nephews, who have worked so hard to raise, have never met.
"When you four brothers built this house, they had already demolished Uncle Zhou's house. Since Uncle Zhou agreed to this matter, we won't say much, but Uncle Zhou didn't say to give the rest of the property to your brother. " Some elders of the tribe have spoken.
"Who won't he give us?" The youngest nephew speaks with confidence.
"You are shameless." The man smoking said rudely.
"The big deal is that our four brothers will arrange the future and set up a memorial tablet for my uncle." The second son has help.
"People are dead, and there is an egg without a card." Men never give in.
-5-
"Grandpa, are you leaving?" The little nephew's little son ran into Uncle Zhou's mud house while the adults were not paying attention. Adults gathered in his exhaust room to discuss that his grandfather was leaving. He didn't understand where grandpa was going, thinking that only his uncles were going to drive him away again. They often say that grandpa's mud house influenced their geomantic omen.
The mud house was dark and damp, and the child clicked on the light. The dim light shines on Uncle Zhou's bark-like old face. He is no longer the stalwart he used to be.
"Grandpa is afraid to go." However, Uncle Zhou is as cheerful as he was then. He looked at the child who called him grandpa despite his parents' objections. This is the youngest child he brought up. "Someone won't let grandpa go."
"Who won't let Grandpa go?" Uncle Zhou whispered, and the child leaned forward.
"Your uncle, your second uncle, your third uncle, your dear father." Uncle Zhou said slowly that the children were snapping their fingers. "We haven't discussed it yet. How dare Grandpa leave?"
"What are they discussing?" The child continued to ask.
What are we discussing? Uncle Zhou looked at the child's clear eyes and didn't go on.
"Grandpa will leave you the land and the house, ok?" Uncle Zhou said.
"I don't want grandpa's house. Where grandpa is going, just take me. " The child said.
"Really?" Uncle Zhou asked.
The child shook his head.
"Good boy, go and call your uncle's family to my room."
-6-
"I left in one breath. You haven't understood my legacy yet. "Uncle Zhou is humorous as always, but there is a sadness and banter in his tone that he who sees through the world of mortals.
"Uncle Zhou, you can't die." The smoking man stepped forward and took Uncle Zhou's hand.
"Cheng, it is reasonable to have your share of the inheritance. I have eaten a lot of food from your family in recent years, otherwise my old man's bones would have turned to ashes. " Uncle Zhou looked at the man and joked.
"You always say that. When have I thought about your property?" The man said.
"So, I lay for five years and thought for five years. A Cheng, your mobile phone can record, so you can record. Well, you can also write down a question with a pen. When I die, I will be cremated. It doesn't cost money, and no one needs to wear marijuana to Dai Xiao. The demolition of this house should be regarded as an extension of the road. You'd better make the corner wider. There are many cars in our village. My mu of land and mountain fields will be confiscated, and the future rent and income will be used as funds for Wubao Village. "
"I don't agree." Lao Zhou was the first to object, and his sons naturally echoed.
"Liang Zi, you hurry to write, everyone who writes well, be a witness and press a fingerprint." Uncle Zhou ignored the opinions of Lao Zhoutou and his sons and ordered, "Hurry up, I'm dying." "
The young man named wrote this letter, read it to Uncle Zhou and asked everyone to sign it in black and white.
"Cheng, play your recording and I'll listen to it." Uncle Zhou listened to the recording on his mobile phone and slowly closed his eyes. "How big is it? Finally, I will host it as the production captain. Well, I can die now. "