Step on a fortune teller _ Meet a fortune teller by the roadside

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When my grandfather was young, he took a group of people from the production team to cut bamboo in the mountains. At that time, he had three children, my big uncle, my little uncle and my mother. Then when he went up the mountain, he suddenly met an old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest said to my grandfather, "You only have one son in your life, and you also said that when you are 60 years old, there will be a great disaster." If you pass, you can live to be 80 years old ... "My grandfather was a loyal Marxism–Leninism man.

It was not until he was 60 years old that my eldest brother died on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival. My grandfather is alone in the field. In the dead of night, he often thinks about his life experiences, suddenly remembering what he said between Qishan and Beishan, and finally slowly begins to believe in the language of these Machamp gods.

It was the autumn harvest, and I wanted to finish collecting the dealer. When I'm done, I'll visit the old road. When I'm done, I'm busy with my uncle's house. After I was busy with my uncle's family, I began to worry about my crops until winter.

This is just a cough caused by a cold. At that time, I followed my grandmother's house to watch him decoct Chinese medicine. He took out the trogopterori in traditional Chinese medicine and compared it with the rat excrement in the yard. Hehe smiled and said "same". I was young, ignorant and angry. I shouted that I should go to a quack and how to prescribe this medicine. My grandfather just smiled kindly and caught all the trogopterori floating on the top.

In the next two weeks, it was the news that my parents, uncles and aunts took my grandfather around and transferred to other hospitals. When I saw him again, he persisted for three days with strong willpower and finally met my brother and me on Friday holiday. At that time, he was speechless, lying in my mother's arms, sounding like a bellows, and finally waved. My brother and I came out. As soon as I went to the window, I heard my mother and aunt crying inside. It's just that I feel particularly uncomfortable and hate my parents and uncles. Why can't they stop working and look at the old road in the mountains? If they find it, my kind grandfather will live for 20 years.

My grandfather's life, went to the battlefield, worked as a railway worker, responded to Chairman Mao's call of "educated youth going to the countryside", returned to the countryside, worked as a militia, paid bandits in Taibai Mountain, and later dug wells in the countryside. Up to now, he has drilled the only well in our village that has irrigated crops for more than 40 years. Only when I grew up did I know that his death was not a cold, but pneumoconiosis caused by years of railway work. Is it true that someone in our family knew medicine from the beginning, so they wouldn't waste medicine and get sick like that? So I later studied Chinese medicine and became a health manager. Although I can't prescribe medicine to save lives, as long as I can give many people who have worked hard all their lives like my grandfather the correct health care knowledge, his tragedy will not repeat itself.