The cold air continued to pervade the land. Sometimes it was so chilling, and sometimes it was so heartbreaking. Perhaps it was the atmosphere and crystallization created by that era. Everything was moving forward. At that time, the sky was a mix of red and black. It was hard to tell whether it was white or black, red or blue. However, to Jia Kun and the others who were still children, they didn't know much about politics. They only knew how to play around with the adults. They probably knew some things, but they were scattered by the innocence of the children.
At that time, the sky was like snowflakes, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, creating a tense atmosphere. Jia Kun's family was no exception. It was a time when the old and the new were replacing each other, like the transition from poverty to prosperity. He clearly remembered that his house was being renovated. It was such a happy occasion. Although he was only seven or eight years old, he knew that this was the happiest thing. She had brought incomparable joy to their family's life. He clearly remembered that his entire family had gone to the battlefield and asked everyone to tear down the adobe house that was about to collapse. At that time, he had also followed behind the adults, picking up wood and leveling the house with a shovel. He had also done it quite energetically, as if the spirit of joy was hanging on his face. He remembered very clearly that there were no cars at that time. It was a novelty to see a car in their village. There was no car at all. At that time, there were only carriages. Each family had a cart, while the production team had a carriage. At that time, carriages were used to farm and pull crops. Even when going to the town (or the community), carriages were the most advanced means of transportation at that time. Occasionally, jeeps and cars were used by officials or rich people. Speaking of which, in this remote village, this was the mode of transportation. A production team with six or seven carriages was already very good. At that time, Jia Kun remembered that the production team only had these few carriages and more than ten horses. These were the tools for the entire team to work and farm. That was why when he was peeling and leveling his house, he did not use the team's carriage. Instead, the whole family used the family's wheelbarrow to pull soil from the outside to level the house. He remembered how hard they had worked at that time, as if beautiful and happy days were ahead of them. When his family needed to pull sand, his father used his connections and the support of the construction team to give each production team two carriages to help. He clearly remembered that the carriages that pulled sand for his family were arranged in a long line, and they were all pulling sand for his family. Because he was still young at that time, he felt very lively. He played with other friends on the sand push. Seeing such a scene was very strange and refreshing. He still remembered that when his family was building a house, almost everyone in the village came to help. It was very lively, just like a wedding. In just a few days, his family's one-sided house was completed. At that time, there were only a few families who could build such a house, and their family was considered to be second to none. The so-called one-sided house meant that the front of the house was made of specially built walls, and the three sides were made of adobe or mud. At that time, it was considered a superior room. Since the completion of his new house, it had brought happiness to his family. Who said that they were a little tired at that time, but they didn't feel tired. They worked very hard and had a goal. He remembered that his father had been promoted from the production team leader to the director of agricultural construction in the brigade. His father had truly relied on his ability to do so. Although he could not read a single word, his words were polite, organized, and persuasive. Therefore, he was promoted and put in an important position. At this critical moment, their whole family was immersed in happiness. Our lovely and amiable great leader, Leader Mao and President Zhu, had passed away. At that time, their whole family and even the people of the whole country were brought into the most sorrowful state. It was as if that day was about to collapse. Although people were gradually living a good life, this sudden attack brought people's happy mood to the bottom. Sorrow? Sad? The sirens were blaring and the people were sobbing. He clearly remembered that it was the year 76. It was like the sky was filled with white flowers. People wore white flowers on their chests, and Jia Kun and the others were no exception. At that time, he was already in the third grade of primary school. It was a memorial service for the great leader Mao in the team of the fifth team. Although they were still young, their young hearts had already planted love and respect for the great leader Mao. He and the others stood solemnly in front of the statue of the leader. Everyone was crying so hard that they couldn't make a sound. Were they really crying? It was a cry from the bottom of his heart, a genuine grief for the great leader. That was why the naivety at that time was clouded with dark clouds. One wave after another had yet to calm down. He had experienced it and felt it. He could not remember how long it had been before another piece of explosive news that was worthy of people's joy erupted. Wang Zhangjiang and Yao, the Gang of Four, had been defeated. At that time, people were running around telling each other about it. All kinds of news reports, slogans, posters, and posters were flying all over the place. He remembered that the school's sports field and walls were covered with cartoons and slogans about the downfall of the Gang of Four. It was as if the whole world was rejoicing. The lively scene was self-evident. Then, the news of the exonerated old officials came one after another. It was as if the sky was in chaos. Everyone in the world was immersed in the happiest joy. It was a microcosm of an era, and when he recalled it today, he was really intoxicated. At this point, people's lives were getting better and better day by day, and Jia Kun's family was also undergoing earth-shattering changes.
He could not forget that era, and he was also a person who had walked through that era. It was very nostalgic and imprinted.
He was also grateful for that era. It was that era that gave him perseverance and a heart that worked hard to improve. He knew what hardship and tiredness were, and he got a real experience in hardship and tiredness. It was a harvest and accumulation, a sacrifice and a contribution.
to be continued
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