Seeing the vicissitudes of some people my age or younger in my hometown, I can't help but deeply thank my father for his far-sighted actions, which have brought a happy life to our descendants.
My father's ancestral home is in a town vegetable brigade, and his family has always been there. About a mile from my father's house, there is a world-famous black lead refinery, which was occupied by Britain, France and capitalists before liberation. Grandpa used to work in that factory before liberation. Then grandpa passed away. In order to support his family, his teenage father followed the adults there to pick lead slag and transport ore, doing heavy manual work.
After liberation, the black lead refinery was taken back, owned by the people and renamed as the third smelter of the Mining Bureau. Back to the smelter in the people's arms, there is a thriving scene everywhere. In front of the spacious gate of the factory, there are heavily guarded public security soldiers standing guard in turn, which fully guarantees the safety in production in the factory.
At the same time, after the liberation of the countryside, there are also earth-shaking changes everywhere. The campaign to fight local tyrants and divide the land was carried out vigorously, and the people turned over and became the real masters of the land. Seeing so many farm tools and so much land, and thinking that in the near future, the poor can also become landlords, everyone is really happy, in heaven. Father is no exception, and he is also assigned a lot of land and farm tools in the vegetable team.
With land and farm tools, without the oppression and exploitation of landlords, the poor workers who collected lead slag and transported ore in the factory before liberation were reluctant to go to that factory again. They were frightened by the toxic and smoky smelting work before liberation and never dared to cross the border again. A large number of people have withdrawn from the factory, disarmed and returned to the fields and their nests. The smelter that has just stepped into the liberation gate is in a difficult situation.
Therefore, the government vigorously promotes mobilization and encourages young people around the factory to work in the factory voluntarily. No matter how much publicity and mobilization, no one wants to go into the factory to sell that kind of coolie. Some even said, "I can do whatever I want at home, and it will be much easier if I don't do it." Which one is willing to betray that filthy and poisonous unjust right? "Moreover, the vegetable team also stipulates that anyone who enters the factory must hand in all the land and farm tools allocated at home. In this way, no one wants to give up such a large piece of land and a large number of farm tools in order to enter the factory.
However, my father, who has always been kind and hardworking, has completely different ideas from others. His first thought was that if you don't go, he won't go, and no one in the factory will do it. I also thought: before liberation, I survived under oppression and exploitation. Now that I am liberated, it goes without saying that I am much better than before. Besides, my father thinks he is just young and full of strength. For the whole family, it doesn't matter whether he is bitter or tired. In his father's words, it is "I am tired alone and my family is good."
So, my father firmly said to everyone: "If you don't go, I will go!" Several friends of my father immediately reminded my father: "Why are you so stupid and so bitter?" You didn't eat enough before! " "However, what my father has always taken a fancy to will not give up easily. He didn't listen to his friends' advice and took out all the land and farm tools without stint, leaving only a little ancestral land.
1950, my father resolutely moved his family's registered permanent residence to the smelter, left the vegetable team and became the first batch of factory workers in New China. My younger brother and sister, who were born later, and I also became children of the factory. My father was assigned to be a smelter in front of the stove, and my mother was assigned to be a nurse in the nursery.
Thanks to my father's foresight, for decades, although my father has gone through hardships in smelting, he has brought us all kinds of sweetness as a child; It has brought infinite blessings to our future generations. With the rapid development of the motherland's construction, the face of the factory is changing with each passing day and earth-shaking changes have taken place. Compared with the members of the vegetable team, the generous treatment of workers and their children can be said to be a world of difference.
While doing a good job in the construction of the motherland, we should also train revolutionary successors. In the early days of liberation, the Mining Bureau set up a children's school, which solved the difficulties for workers' children to study and go to school.
When I was happy to go to school, my peers in the vegetable team were exposed to the sun and rain every day, which provoked the courage of adults prematurely; When I went to work smoothly, they were still dividing the land for that acre, working day and night; When I retired and ushered in a happy old age, they were eagerly waiting for the support of their children.
Although we have suffered a lot, we are much happier than those vegetable players who face the loess and face the sky all day.
Decades later, when my father's old friends who grew up together were struggling for their children's pension, my father's monthly pension of 50 to 60 yuan was enviable in the 1970s. When chatting with my father, they often lamented and regretted, and they all envied his foresight. In fact, not only that, but also my father's hard-working spirit.
For many years, vegetable players hope to have another choice to enter the factory!
In the 1990s, due to the expansion of the factory, some land near the vegetable team was expropriated, and several recruitment indicators were given to the vegetable team according to the policy. For those indicators, every family worked hard and turned against each other.
When my six brothers and sisters and I grew up, we started to work and recruit employees. Except my eldest brother and I don't work in my father's original unit, the other four brothers and sisters, some couples, all work in my father's original unit, and some are in the same bureau, although they are not in my father's original unit.
When talking to my siblings about the production efficiency of each unit, they all gave a thumbs-up and said with joy that in addition to salary, there is a generous bonus every month. When many other enterprises went bankrupt and workers were laid off, the benefits of the mining bureau where my brother and sister worked increased month by month, and their wages increased year by year as usual. My brother-in-law who retired this year 1 month said that his pension is higher than that of our civil servants.
Every time I go back to my hometown and see my fellow villagers in the vegetable team, I think that they have been in the mud all their lives and still can't live without that yellow land. Besides feeling sorry for them, I have further deepened my respect and gratitude for my father. Appreciate his father's foresight; Appreciate father's fighting spirit; Thank his old man for bringing a happy today and a brilliant tomorrow to our future generations.