This is the true story of my grandmother’s vegetable garden.
As explained in the above story, my grandmother’s house is in our neighboring village, and there is a common name in the village, pay. My grandfather was an accountant in the village, so he played very well with an abacus. But what makes my grandma most proud of is their large vegetable garden. That big vegetable garden is a source of vegetables for my grandmother and their family, plus our family’s vegetables. My mother often takes me to bring a large basket of vegetables back on weekends.
The vegetable garden is different from other vegetable gardens in the village. It is on a separate wasteland with a big tree next to it. It was split in half by lightning. Uncle said it was because it was too big. , Oh my god, I couldn’t stand it before letting lightning strike. Before, four or five adults needed to be surrounded to hug.
One weekend in the third grade, my grandmother, mother and I were busy working in the ground, my mother was hoeing the ground, and my grandma was watering the ground. I was playing in the mud next to me. Suddenly, the iron piece of the hoe became loose. . “Something, even the hoe is broken.”
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My mother picked up the iron block of the hoe and set it aside, then looked through it carefully. Something in the ground, pick out a square object from it. When he was about to throw it into the pond next to him, grandpa just walked into the vegetable garden. “Don’t throw it away, let me see what it is.” Grandpa said.
My grandfather was a well-known intellectual in the village. He was a person who had attended formal high school. At that time, high school was as scarce as Tsinghua University and Peking University, so he has certain knowledge. of.
He picked up the square and squatted down by the pond to wash it. Look at the words above, the small print next to it is the 13th year of Jiaqing or something. “This is a good thing. I will hand it over to the government tomorrow.” Then he smiled and took the thing and went home.
Leaving my mother and grandma to curse over there. “If you don’t work well, you will remember your accountant all day long.”
The next day, Grandpa took this thing to the county cultural relics bureau. In a few days someone came from the Cultural Relics Bureau and sealed up the entire wasteland, including of course grandma’s vegetable garden. All kinds of people in uniform come in and out all day long.
For this matter, Grandma didn’t talk less about Grandpa.
Later, the summer vacation was over, and I went back to school, and I didn’t pay attention to it anymore. Later, my uncle told me that there was a tomb of a local official of the Qing Dynasty. There were some funeral objects, all of which were taken back to the city.
Later, the land was filled and the grandmother’s vegetable garden that I remembered as a child disappeared.
After going to university, every time I go home during the Chinese New Year, I will stand at my grandmother’s house, looking at the land and the big tree.