Chapter 2: The Story of Uncle San

Arrive at the place! Prepare to get off the car. "The captain's low voice pulled me back from my thoughts twenty years ago.

My name is Shen La. Previously, Shen Yuanchao was my third uncle. That year, he was promoted from a small squad leader to a company level cadre due to his bravery in fighting the Great Khingan Mountains fire. Not long after, he was promoted to another level and became the deputy battalion commander. However, since that time, Uncle San has never had the chance to be promoted again. The deputy battalion commander worked for more than ten years until he switched jobs and returned to his hometown at the age of 42. He became the deputy director of the security department in a state-owned enterprise in Northeast China (which was actually a departmental level treatment).

Uncle San got married twice. That year, when he first became the deputy battalion commander, my grandfather arranged for him to have a wife in his hometown. Regardless of whether Uncle San is a member of the Armed Police Force or an old-fashioned style of thinking, marriage matters still depend on my grandfather. After seeing each other two or three times when we went home to visit our relatives, we arranged the wedding.

Half a year after getting married, when Aunt San went to visit Uncle San in the army, her car fell off a cliff, and none of the 44 people on board were spared. The bad news came, and the third uncle was heartbroken. Although he and his third aunt were not in a free love relationship, they had not known each other for a long time. But after all, they are still newlyweds, so they just leave, and no one can accept it.

Later on, when I became more mature, my biological father and second uncle even talked about my third aunt, using my second uncle's words: "If it weren't for my third aunt's hard life, that girl named Xiuzhi (my third aunt) would have had a good life for decades

In the blink of an eye, it has been almost a year since Aunt San left, and my hale and spirited grandfather has started to work on remarriage for Uncle San. This time, the third uncle said he wouldn't do anything. His wife has only been away for a year, and he can't bear to prepare for a second marriage. Speaking it out also made his comrades laugh.

No matter how much my grandfather repeatedly beats and scolds, the third uncle just won't let go. In the end, there is no way, and my grandfather used his assassin's mace.

During the Chinese New Year, it was the anniversary of Aunt San's death. Uncle San took a special leave to return to his hometown and burned an anniversary celebration for his deceased wife. On that day, my grandfather gathered together the three old and four young members of the clan (my grandfather was the head of the local Shen clan, and the Shen surname was the big surname in the local area. More than 60% of the county's surnames were Shen) and prominent figures in the village.

As soon as Uncle San returned from the cemetery, these fifty or sixty people surrounded him in the yard. The elders of these ethnic groups and the main leaders of the village (the four leading groups, the village head, the accountant, the health care director and the women's director) began to persuade and educate Uncle Sam about the storm.

From the Outline of Father and Son, it was mentioned that getting married and having children as soon as possible is of great significance for the new socialist countryside. From the absence of solitary yin and the absence of solitary yang, we talked about the happy life of widow Shen in the eastern village after remarriage.

Finally, the village chief gave a summary speech citing scriptures: "Aid Korea, our brothers are all bare buttocks dolls who grew up together from a young age (in fact, the village chief is eleven years older than the third uncle, and since the third uncle mentioned deputy battalion commander, when we met again, they are" bare buttocks dolls who grew up together from a young age "). They are not outsiders, and some words cannot be ignored as brothers. Just look at Liu Laoliu, who runs an oil shop in our village. A few years ago, someone ordered 66 baskets of oil from him. At that time, he was unmarried and had children without any help, so he couldn't squeeze out these 66 baskets of oil and couldn't earn them. A few years later, he got married and had children, and he had a helper. Someone came to order 66 baskets of oil, and he easily squeezed out these 66 baskets of oil in less than half a month... "The village head had studied cross talk with the cultural team going to the countryside for a few days before, and these words were said in one go, rhymed together, and in a tone.

Two years ago, the accountant and the current village head ran for the position of village head, but unfortunately, the accountant was ultimately defeated by three votes. Now the two are still fighting fiercely in secret. The accountant had ventured through the capital city in his early years, and although he didn't make much of a name for himself, when he returned, he was already full of Beijing dialect and style. Seeing the village chief holding my third uncle's hand and still talking in plain language. The accountant poked the security director next to him and sneered, "This grandson used to talk about allegro

The village chief's famous second ear was good, and when he heard the accountant mocking him, he couldn't help but fly into a rage. He grabbed the accountant by the neck and said, "Who are you scolding, grandson?" The two of them scuffled together. The security director befriended the accountant, but when he saw that he had suffered a loss, he also got involved and fought with the accountant, hitting the village chief fiercely. The woman director stopped working (she had a harmonious personal relationship with the village head) and with a "whoop," she jumped onto the head of the social security department. Her fingernails scratched his face, leaving ten bloodstains. The people present who had good relationships with the village head and accountant also joined the battle. For a moment, swords and soldiers were everywhere in my grandfather's yard, shouting loudly to kill.

My grandpa saw that the "Mobilization Meeting for Convincing Education Backwarders to Start a Family and Have Children as soon as possible" had been turned into a pot of porridge by these pieces of materials. He was very angry on the spot, "Don't fight! Get out of here!" The real leader of the village was not the nominal village head, but my grandpa, the head of the Shen clan. The ultimate BOSS in the village was angry, and everyone had to leave my grandpa's house with a disheartened face.

After everyone left, my grandfather began to persuade Uncle San. I don't know what moved that heart, my grandfather's eyes turned red, First, the old man burst into tears and said, "Third, you are now the battalion commander. When did our old Shen family ever have an official like you? (In the past, a deputy township head was appointed during the land reform, and he was dismissed due to style issues. He spent two years in prison for this. This matter became well-known throughout the county, and even when I was in elementary school, my classmates mocked me so much that I couldn't lift my head. My poor childhood.) If you don't marry and have children again in the future, I will die and have no face to see your grandfather

The third uncle is the most filial, and when he saw this scene, he had to nod and agree to remarry. My grandfather was overjoyed and began to handle the matter of his third uncle's remarriage. Although the third uncle is a second marriage, the identity of the battalion commander is displayed there. Where have you seen such a big official in the ten miles and eight townships? When Uncle San was just mentioned as the deputy battalion commander and went home to visit his family, he was personally accompanied by the county armed minister and walked around several townships before returning to my grandfather's house. Who in the area didn't know that the old Shen family had a third son who was a battalion commander?

As soon as the news of Uncle San's remarriage spread, people from all over the country who were running media and soliciting money gathered at my grandfather's house. So much so that later there was an old bachelor complaining, "That year, I had a crush on the girl from that old family. We were about to get married, but we couldn't find a matchmaker to propose. After inquiring, we found out that all the matchmakers in the county had gone to Old Shen's house. Oh, once things dragged on, the marriage would have turned sour. Otherwise, my son would have graduated from elementary school now

With the experience from last time, the marriage was handled much smoother this time. The new third aunt was chosen by my grandfather for the third uncle. The third uncle only looked at each other during the visit and walked through the scenes. On the day of our wedding, it was quite grand, and my grandfather made a fortune. The bride's entrance whip alone set off two million shots (in the early 1990s, the two million firecrackers were already groundbreaking).

At that time, I had already remembered things and could still vaguely recall the appearance of the new third aunt when she entered the door. She has a slender and tall figure, with two small dimples embedded in her face. Big eyes are no worse than movie stars.

Shortly after marriage, two good news came. Firstly, the military commissar had already talked to Uncle San, preparing to promote him to the position of chief battalion commander, and also had to be sent to the military academy for further education. Good things come in pairs, and soon there was good news from my hometown that Aunt San had been pregnant for two months.

Compared to Uncle San, the happiest person is my grandfather. After learning about Uncle San's future, he couldn't keep his mouth shut. (At that time, I was already seven or eight years old, and my second uncle's family also had a son. However, he had an extra grandson or granddaughter, and I don't know how happy the old man was.) For this reason, my grandfather even went to burn paper on my great grandfather's grave, muttering incessantly about having someone to take over the official seal.

Two months later, the third uncle took a leave of absence from the army and wanted to take the new third aunt to a major hospital in the city for a pregnancy check up. When the long-distance bus that Uncle San took arrived at the station (at that time, the bus was driving very fast, and the driver's salary was linked to the number of trips), he saw that Aunt Xin was already standing in front of the platform.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound from under the car, and Uncle felt the car leaning to the right. The driver slammed the steering wheel and said, 'Damn it, we've all stabilized, we've got a flat tire!' In a panic, the driver stepped on the wrong brake. The runaway car collided in the direction of the platform. At that time, the new third aunt was already scared and forgot to dodge, and was squeezed onto the wall behind the platform by a car.

When the crowd picked up the new third aunt and sent her to the hospital, she was still conscious and tightly grasped his hand, shouting his name. Halfway through, Xin San Auntie stopped breathing and her last sentence was' Aid Korea, don't go, I'm afraid... '

Later, news came out from the hospital that the new third aunt was pregnant with a boy, and my grandfather fainted in anger on the spot.