It is said that there is a southerner from Hubei in our small team. As a result, he is a big man, a big white fat man, and speaks fluent Northeast dialect. A northeastern Heilongjiang native turned out to be thin and spoke with a southern accent. It's completely backwards
The thin one is me.
I am thin and a little short, and my net height is only 17 1cm.
After the elder sister finished, I took it and said that although my family has been in the northeast for more than ten generations, my ancestral home is Yunnan, and there are few tall people in my family, most of whom have small arms and legs and look like southerners.
Then, I told them the origin of my family.
Actually, I also heard it from my great-grandfather and my grandfather. Otherwise, I have no idea where my ancestral home comes from. I will think that my family has lived in Wangkui for generations.
When I was a child, my great-grandfather talked about family history, which was passed down from mouth to mouth.
My family was not a farmer before. My great-grandfather's grandfather and every generation above are doctors, saving lives.
It is said to be very powerful. How good is it? My great-grandfather's grandfather passed a village on the road. At the head of the village, he saw a man cutting land. He went to ask for water to drink, and the man gave it. As a result, after drinking the water, he took a look at the man and said that you will not live this time next year.
This is heavy. You asked for water to drink, and you said this. This is asking for a beating.
Fortunately, that person is simple and doesn't take it seriously. Later the next year, my great-great-grandfather's grandfather went to another place to make house calls and passed by the village. This man has died of illness.
I can't remember the details. It is said that I saw symptoms such as faint black on my forehead at that time. Although the man is still healthy on the surface, he can walk and fall, which is a symptom of illness.
I'm not a medical student and I don't understand these things. Anyway, what I said is amazing. It sounds like Bian Que changed his name after meeting Cai Huangong.
What's even more amazing is that before he died, it is said that the morning before he died, he called all his family together and said that he would leave today, and also said the specific time, so he had to explain the funeral. Nobody believes it. Doctors can't cure themselves. Besides, he looks clumsy and doesn't look like he's dying. But since he is a parent, no one dares to object, so listen to him.
He confessed everything, turned into his room, came out in old clothes, went straight to the beat he had prepared for himself, lay down and died.
This kind of thing is so suspenseful that I find it incredible. But my great-grandfather never lied in his life. He said that there was no money at home, and the land at home was earned by his grandfather's grandfather when he was alive. He saved money because of his high medical skills.
Later, my great-grandfather's grandfather passed away, and my great-grandfather's brother-in-law took away all the medical books and title deeds at home. At that time, my great-grandfather's father was not yet an adult and his education level was not high. Just a few years after studying medicine, his medical books and title deeds were gone, so he switched to carpentry, and then my great-grandfather's father went earlier, so my great-grandfather and my two great-grandfather brothers had to become fellers more easily. But my great-grandfather also studied carpentry when he was a child, so when I was a child, my great-grandfather beat some furniture at home by himself.
Later, when I went to my grandfather's place, the felt maker was even less popular, so my grandfather and my great-grandfather worked together to farm. My mother said that my great-grandfather played cotton very well. When she got married, my great-grandfather made his own quilt, which was ten times better than that sold outside. But when I was a child, I never saw my great-grandfather play cotton. I only saw him meditate before going to bed every night and tell me stories after meditation. Some are stories about ghosts and foxes, some are stories about the world, and some are family history. I only remember so little about his family history now.
I heard him say that the previous generation was a doctor. When the prince swept the north, he went to the northeast with the army and settled in Chifeng. When he was alive, our family was all for the sake of "ancestors", and some of us even kowtowed to the rows of names. He told me that "Qian Shun" was the first generation after we arrived in Northeast China. His grave was in Chifeng, but he didn't know where it was, because he was born and raised in Tongjiang, Wangkui. Tongjiang only had his father, uncle, grandfather and Sir Zhong.
I know so much about the history of my family. I knew more when I was a child than I do now. For so many years, I have been wandering outside alone, and no one has accompanied me to recall the history of my family, so I gradually forgot it. Three years after my great-grandfather died, so did my grandfather. After grandpa died, almost no one gave it to the "ancestors". Apart from the first generation of "Qian Shun", I still remember a generation of brothers and sisters named "Qian Wen Janice Qian Bin", and the other names only remember my great-grandfather, my second great-grandfather and my grandfather's names. Although my second grandfather died in recent years,