I rewrote family history

Chapter 1 dying

2022 4 Month 5 Day.

The First Affiliated Hospital of Xijing Jiaotong University.

inpatient department.

Ward 315.

"Dad, you are so old, why do you still weave wicker baskets? Our family does not lack your money. How much money can we make from weaving wicker baskets?" A gray-haired old lady leaned on a cane, and she looked very strange. In one year, he reprimanded a centenarian who was half lying on the bed.

"Yes, grandpa, grandma is right, don't hurt your bones."

Beside the hospital bed, Wu Hao, who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, raised his head, glanced at the old man, and agreed.

"Craft, this is craft..."

The hand of the old man weaving the willow basket was placed on the white bed sheet with some embarrassment, and he muttered: "Back then, it was more than 80 years ago, when there was a famine in Henan Province, I left my hometown and came to Xijing City, relying on the Bahe River. The willow trees on the side survived by weaving willow baskets for people. There were also several severe droughts in the 70s and [-]s, and the crops were not harvested. Many people took the train to beg for food. Craftsmanship..."

He didn't say anything later, but at that time he had many children, five of whom were born.

Only three survived to adulthood.

Xu Rong stuck her cane in dissatisfaction, "Dad, what are those old almanacs doing? Now we need you to wear them, or we need you to eat them."

Xu Rong seemed to feel that what she said was too much, and Xu Rong softened her tone, "Dad, I am also doing it for your own good. Now that the country is prosperous and strong, there is no shortage of food for a long time. Your main task now is to keep your body healthy."

"When you have recovered your body, if you weave willow baskets, my daughter will not stop you."

"Yeah, grandpa, the body is the most important thing." Wu Hao echoed again, and then hurriedly played with King Pesticide on the Lanmo smartphone with the big screen, and said in a low voice: "Damn it, can this Yao know how to use it?" Know how to play, don’t follow the shooter, follow the jungler.”

The rustling noises ended as the evening approached.

Xu Cong closed his eyes and covered himself with a thick quilt, which was made of pure cotton. He never imagined that he would have such a good life in the past. The white flour steamed buns that he couldn't finish eating, and pork were sometimes cheaper than vegetables.It's just a pity that he lost all his teeth and could only eat some liquid food.Can't eat braised pork anymore.

He closed his eyes, and his cloudy eyes could still feel the cold moonlight pouring into the room.

It was as cold as the well water in the yard at home.

Sweet and refreshing.

As a teenager, he likes to put braids on his head, pour a bucket of well water, and pour it from head to tailbone.

That night, he thought of many, many things.

Since becoming a long-term worker for a wealthy owner, he has not had enough food and clothing, and his wages have been deducted by the landlord.Sometimes I was very hungry, holding a handful of Avalokiteshvara and stuffing it into my mouth.

The doctor said that his gastric failure was severe, and he guessed that this was the root cause of his illness.

People... I'm so hungry!
The grown-up with long braids is not angry and majestic. He has never seen the honor of grown-ups, and when he meets them, he has to kneel and kowtow.A group of yamen servants walked over with the badges of official titles in their hands...

The young master who entered the foreign school was gentle, wearing round-frame glasses, combing his hair back, smooth and shiny with hairspray, occasionally uttering a sentence or two in English.

It's a pity that it was shot and collapsed by the bandits!
What a pity for a good man.

The young master once gave him chocolate made in the West, which was bitter and sweet.Sometimes the young master would teach him to write. According to the young master, everyone is equal.Tenants are something of the old society.

When begging, the landowners with five people and six people live worse than pigs and dogs.The lady who used to be a wealthy owner was also forced to become a prostitute.

After entering the new era, although there were ups and downs at the beginning, his days were getting better day by day after the land was divided.He also won the labor model of the production team.

After the new century, the family of four generations has become more and more prosperous, and the children have all gone to school. Like the young master before, they can speak foreign language...

"In my life, what is there to be dissatisfied with?"

Xu Cong opened his eyes, looked at the arm covered with age spots, and continued to weave willow baskets under the moonlight.

Presbyopic, he sees everything blurry, but he can feel it.

His family is not short of this money, but he wants to weave, his weaving hands are rotten before, he hates weaving willow baskets, but now he wants to weave willow baskets.

High-rise buildings, houses with a smell of cement...

Pedestrians in heavy traffic.

The only thing he can find the imprint of the old age is the willow basket in his hand.

……

At the end of Qing Dynasty, the second year of Xuantong, November.

At midnight last night, it snowed in Xujiapuzi, Xinye County, Nanyang Prefecture, Henan Province.It was snowing like goose feathers, and as far as the eye could see, white snowflakes were everywhere, covering the tender green wheat seedlings emerging from the fields, and also covering the bare mountain walls and ravines.

The eyes are snow-white, reflecting the afterglow of the sun and stars, which is a bit dazzling.

Xu Cong opened his eyes in a daze, resisting the discomfort. He stared at the familiar and unfamiliar things in front of him, and was stunned.This is his family's land, and the boundary marker exposed on the snow surface was buried by his grandfather at that time. Every time he passed by the ground, he would subconsciously look at the boundary marker, for fear that someone would occupy his family's field.

"Reborn?"

Xu Cong is no stranger to the term rebirth.His great-grandson, who likes to play with his phone with his head down, likes to read online novels about rebirth the most.There is also the young master, the young master also told him some stories about time travel and rebirth, such as Huang Liang Yimeng, chess end and death, and so on.

After he entered the new era, he also had the opportunity to read and read some miscellaneous books.

Xu Cong was about to move, but when he moved, he found that this body felt a little different, like the body of a beast.

Dog, fox, bear, pig?

He's guessing a lot.

He stretched out his front paw, gray and white, like a dog's paw.

There is a small stream beside the village field in Xujiapuzi. Fortunately, it snowed last night, the weather is not too cold, and the river has not yet frozen.

"It's a fox."

It is impossible for people who lived in the old century to be unfamiliar with foxes.

The river water is as clear as a mirror.

Gray and white body, slender, long and thick hair.There is a fluffy tail trailing behind.The mouth is sharp, the canine teeth seem to be newborn, only half an inch protruding from the normal teeth.

"A young gray-white fox, about one and a half years old."

Xu Cong was determined.

Knowing that he is now a fox.Xu Cong is eager to know what era he is in now.Accompanied by Xu Rong, he returned from Qin Province to his hometown Yu Province more than ten years ago. This piece of fertile land has been covered and turned into a factory.

The boundary marker also disappeared without a trace.

The creek dried up.

So, the moment is by no means modern.

His gray hair gave him a natural camouflage.Don't worry about being hunted by the villagers of Xujiabao.At this time, there were no laws to protect natural animals in the countryside.

The vigorous wild fox gave Xu Cong a vitality that he had not felt for a long time.Only when people become rotten wood do they know how enviable it is to be healthy when they are young.

He stopped striding forward, Huzui panting slightly.

Immersed in the breath of life brought by the beating heart of this small meeting.

(End of this chapter)