/kloc-what was the first time you went to rural Chongqing after 0/2 years?

Due to disrepair, the old house has collapsed.

The fish pond became a stagnant pool, the road was covered with weeds, and the beam of the old house was broken in the middle. Not only my home was destroyed, but also the whole Zizhugou.

/kloc-February of 0/4, aged 29, left his hometown/kloc-February of 0/2, and returned to his hometown for the first time to worship his ancestors. 2005 was also such a winter. My sister and I were sent to Guangdong to reunite with my parents who worked in the south and never came back.

My hometown Cizhugou, located in the eastern mountainous area of Chongqing, is a typical natural village where people live together. Except for the married daughter-in-law, all the villagers are surnamed * * * zu. This morning, we 15 started from the county seat, drove to the nearest expressway, and then walked into the village. On this day, Cizhugou was wrapped in dense fog, which added a bit of chill compared with the county seat. Before leaving, my cousin told me, "My hometown is cold, so I need to wear long pants." . But when I stood in Cizhugou again, I was more shocked than cold.

The beam of the house was broken in the middle, and the earth dam in front of the house was covered with fallen adobe, and the door panel was not locked on it, so the left half of the house was completely gone. At first glance, I can't think of any adjectives except "ruins". This is the home where I lived when I was a child. I can't help taking a few steps forward. My cousin immediately said to me, "Be careful, don't get too close." Not only my old house was destroyed, but also the whole Zizhugou.

As far as I'm concerned, there are more mountains and less flat land here. The houses in the village are built on the hill and distributed in an orderly way. To the east of the village is a small gully, and a mountain stream flows down slowly. There is a fish pond in the village. There is a canal through the village above the fish pond. We call it weir ditch, which is used to irrigate farmland. The stone ridges on both sides of the canal are the main roads in the village. At that time, in Cizhugou, chickens barked and dogs barked, which was very lively. Adults go out to work, children of the same age get together to play games, and older ones cook at home. After dinner, they shouted at the village entrance and then went home.

But now the water in the ditch has dried up, the weir ditch has been filled up, the fish pond has become a stagnant pool, and the original road is covered with weeds, and occasionally wild boars appear. As the Spring Festival approaches, the whole village is as quiet as death. These old houses rammed with mud have been unoccupied for a long time and look shabby. The door of every household is locked, and only the name of the head of household is written on the door.

After paying homage to grandpa, my father pointed to several graves without tombstones and said, this is our ancestor in Cizhugou. Without them, there would be no you. My cousin and I took firecrackers, paper money and incense sticks to clean up and worship one by one, and uncles and relatives took turns to bow down and burn incense. Before long, firecrackers exploded. Cousin said, except for white things, ancestor worship is the busiest time in Zizhugou every year.

When I was a child, there were more than 20 villagers in Cizhugou, all of whom were relatives of my family. Most of them are the result of the spread of branches and leaves of my grandparents, and the rest are descendants of their uncles and brothers. Grandpa's generation has six brothers, he is the youngest, but his descendants are the most prosperous, with six sons and two daughters, and each child has at least one pair of children.

However, when I returned to Cizhugou again, my relatives had already lived in the city, and there were only two left. One is an old man living alone in his eighties. After the New Year, he will also move to a neighboring town, leaving the only one-a poor family that gave birth to four children before having a son. They are all my uncles and elders.

Just like 100 years ago, our ancestors settled in the relatively rich Cizhugou to make a living. Now, the elders who go out to work have the capital to get better living conditions and begin to move out of Cizhugou. Today, the descendants of this small mountain village have settled in the town, surrounding towns, counties, Chongqing and even Guangdong.

The road near the village entrance has not been repaired yet.

My old house collapsed, and there are still people living in it-the poorest five-guarantee household in the village, Fat Bo.

Pang Bo, 69, is the adopted son of my second grandfather. He has never been to school, can't read, is too simple and honest, has a withdrawn personality, leads a sloppy life and is often bullied. When Fat Bo was in his twenties, he once married a relative. Uncle Rui said, "He is just too stupid to know what sex is." After getting married, his roommate only knows how to tease his daughter-in-law, "often picking her soles." Later, the fat sister-in-law ran away and didn't come back. The fat man became a bachelor known to all the neighbors. This incident became a joke in the village. I still remember when I was a child, we often called "Lang Bo" beside him.

In his early years, Pang Bo followed his relatives to make a living in the city and did some heavy manual work. It's getting harder and harder to earn money when I'm old, so I have to go back to the village to farm. He is also the only person who returned to the village to settle down after Ci Zhugou went out to work. It's just that the fat uncle's family was in disrepair for a long time and soon collapsed. Fortunately, more and more people moved out of Zizhugou, leaving many empty houses. He simply moved to an empty house, and everyone who left was willing to help him look at the house, in order to "increase his popularity."

My home is the third house where Pang Bo lives. He also lived in houses in Wu Bo and Zhong Bo, but both collapsed. In 2009, my grandfather died and my mother went back to her hometown to attend the funeral. "It's wet and dark, and it leaks rain badly." His mother was very worried about his living conditions and gave him one hundred yuan and a cigarette before leaving. "The house collapsed during the day and he happened to be in the house." Uncle Rui said, bang, the whole left side of the house collapsed, and the fat man living on the right side escaped. But since then, no one has asked him to help look at the house.

I didn't see the fat man when I came back this time. My cousin said that after my family collapsed, he moved to a new house built by the government for five-guarantee households, and now he lives on grain storage and subsistence allowances. "Fat people don't want to go, there is no place to live, and people have contradictions. A country without an old man is poor. " Several uncles said that he also farmed and collected grain two years ago and killed more than 200 kilograms of pigs at the end of the year. "The people in the neighboring village told him to weigh the meat, bullied him into being illiterate, and cheated all the good meat at a low price."

After Pang Bo left, only Grandpa and Grandpa Yao stayed in Cizhugou all the year round.

And his grandfather is 82 years old, and his children and grandchildren are working in other places. He lives alone in this mountain village. I stood in front of the collapsed old house, and my grandfather just came out of his house. I haven't recognized me for a long time. After I told him, he said "yes, yes" and held my hand for a long time. When I left, I was welcomed by my grandfather. He took out a dustpan full of melon seeds and candy from the room and asked me to grab more and put it in my pocket. In recent years, he farmed alone at home, and received 1000 kilograms of grain, but his health became worse and worse. A few years later, he will also move to a neighboring village to look after the new house for his younger son who goes out to work.

After he left, only Yao Shu was left in Cizhugou.

Uncle Yao has the most children in his life-four, three daughters and the youngest son. In the early years, Grandpa Yao's father had a saying: "If you have a son, you will not be born." In order to support this big family, Grandpa Yao worked outside all the year round, leaving his wife and children and nearly 80 fathers to farm at home. They are also responsible for helping relatives and friends to look after their ancestral homes and deal with trivial matters in the village. When offering sacrifices to our ancestors, we found that all the weeds on the grave had been cleared. When he left, Bo Er Niang gave Yao Shu's daughter-in-law several hundred dollars. She said, "It's all human feelings."

Yao Shu's eldest daughter is doing well in school. After graduating from primary school, she was sent directly to a famous middle school in Chongqing. Because she couldn't afford the living expenses in the city, she finally chose to study in a branch school in this county. When she was admitted to high school, she entered the top school in the county with scores of points, and was also arranged by the school to travel to Beijing. This is the farthest place she has been, and reading has become the most convenient way for her to get out of the mountain village.

On the way back to the county, my parents talked about the plans of the Shu Yao family. The government has given more than 20,000 housing subsidies to poor households, and they intend to build new houses on the original site.

"In this cover? How to live here? "

"Otherwise, what can I do? So many children have such a heavy burden, what else can they do? "

My father's rhetorical question left me speechless. It's really not that easy for them to go out.

The teenagers in the photo have been scattered in all directions.

On the day of ancestor worship, I met Uncle Zhong who came back to clean the house. The day before, as soon as they moved all their belongings to a nearby town, the house in Cizhugou became a real ancestral home and an old house. Zhong Shu's family works in Dongguan, Guangdong. The youngest son is the director of the factory there and has bought a house. During the Spring Festival this year, they made a special trip from Guangdong to drive home and move.

My father and I also drove home from Guangdong for the New Year. With relatives and friends coming into the city, returning home has become a return to the city. In fact, I have been in the city for the New Year for seven or eight years. Grandma has eight children, and her father is in Guangdong all the year round. Other uncles and aunts buy houses and cars in the county, and children are used to life in the city. After grandpa died, in order to take care of grandma conveniently, her parents also took her to the city.

Old people are unwilling to leave, accustomed to the freedom of rural life, and unwilling to "live in other people's homes for a long time." Later, my parents bought a suite for my grandmother in the city together, so that she could live alone and take care of her daily life. During the Spring Festival this year, I accompanied my grandmother to walk between my uncles' houses. I always walk on two legs because of carsickness. Several kilometers of roads are steep slopes, and the 83-year-old man is trembling when he walks, which makes people very worried. "I don't want to. I can't get used to their cooking, and I'm exhausted from walking there. " Grandma said that she would rather live quietly alone.

But children and grandchildren like to be lively. How can there be no old people living under one roof for four generations? After entering the city, the annual Chinese New Year banquet begins with grandma's birthday. On 28th, 2008, I usually celebrate my grandma at my uncle's house, and all my children and grandchildren will eat birthday noodles. On the 29th of New Year's Day, the New Year's Eve kicked off, starting from my uncle's house, I went to my uncle's and aunt's house for one day in turn, and the next round ended.

This model was unimaginable in the former countryside. First of all, there are no economic conditions. Second, in the eyes of parents, interpersonal relationship is more important. Father still remembers that in the past, the resources in Cizhugou were limited. In order to compete for the irrigation water source and the field for drying millet, relatives quarreled and even started to fight. But after entering the city, the means of production are not contradictory, and relatives come and go more frequently. Every morning, people chat and greet each other at home.

However, this clan relationship is centered on elders. During this year's Communist Youth League, my father lamented: "Mom is at home, and mom is gone. Can we leave together?" This kind of worry is not unreasonable. My closest parents left their hometown for a better life, and their peers' eyes are not limited to small counties. Most of them have already worked in Chongqing and bought houses. I am still studying in Guangzhou, and no one has settled in Cizhugou.

However, parents still intend to rebuild their houses on the basis of the old house in Cizhugou and go back to provide for the elderly in the future. However, the plan discussed for more than a year has never been settled. Young people always tease them: if you are used to living in the city, would you like to go back?

Some uncles also suggested building an ancestral temple in Cizhugou to facilitate ancestor worship.

The big uncle said: "After all, it is the root that we can't forget, and it is also convenient for young people to come back and find a place."