As the saying goes, poorness cannot last for three generations, and wealth cannot last for three generations.

According to the counter-proof method, my generation is still poor, and my grandfather's generation is also quite tight. This is a complete three generations, so I came to a conclusion that my grandfather's previous generation should be rich! It's true that my grandfather's father was indeed a landlord. It is said that the landlord used to have a hundred acres of fertile land and was a well-known figure in the mountains at that time. Regarding that landlord, I heard some rumors, which were quite legendary.

My great-grandson, a landlord, was nicknamed "Ma Changhan" at that time. It is said that the great-grandson is tall and tall. The great-grandson's property is accumulated over time, and most of it is earned by his ancestors. Of course, the great-grandson was definitely an active and motivated guy when he was young, so the family business of his ancestors was expanded.

At that time, there was a man named Ma, who was famous in his hometown. His name was Ma Bufang. This vicious warlord did many inhumane and unethical things, and our mountain valley also became the place for the warlord to suffer under the iron hoof. As a prominent figure in the village, in order to protect his family business, the great master decided to fight wits and courage with the warlords. So he took out a dirt gun from the granary of his home and climbed to the top of the mountain panting. He saw a pair of people moving in the direction of the village in the distance, and the sound of horse hooves was suddenly dark. The great master lay in the sun, took out a roll of big smoke, lit the big smoke, took a breath, closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure brought by nicotine. After a while, he suddenly stood up, picked up the dirt gun, and fired three shots in the sky. He looked at the group of people in the distance fiercely, as if he was determined to die with them.

The warlord troops were panicked when they heard three gunshots. The great-grandson looked at the troops gradually moving away, and he smiled to the sky. The great-grandson went down the mountain and called out the villagers one by one from the tunnel, and praised that the bandits were scared away by him!

The great master's bad habits eventually defeated him, and the poisonous substance of big smoke began to wipe out his will bit by bit. Gradually, his former arrogance disappeared, his full fighting spirit disappeared, and the huge family he owned was gone, and all that was left were only a group of his relatives and a dirt house.

He lay dying on the earthen kang, looking at the sunlight shining from the skylight with his eyes without any light. He clearly realized that his life was about to end. In that state, he was full of thoughts and was extremely worried. He was thinking about how to explain to his ancestors after death!

The Communist Army is here! Everyone, hurry up and enter the tunnel!

The villagers fled one after another. The great-grandson listened to the hurried footsteps, and he had no expression on his face. His sons ran in and asked him to run away with the villagers, but he refused.

The Communist Army is really here! The great master's eyes were closed, and tears flashed from the corners of his eyes. He was ready to be cut into pieces because drug addiction has left him alone, and he only hopes to be more happy!

A soldier asked the great master: "What's your surname?"

"Horse...horse..."

When the soldier heard that his surname was Ma, he was instantly furious. It turned out that when the soldier heard that his surname was Ma, he thought it was Ma Bufang's Ma family army.

"Pull it out and shoot it!"

The great-grandson suddenly became energetic. He climbed up from the kang and said to the soldiers: "You misunderstood! I know that your Western Army was murdered by Ma Bufang's army! But we are ordinary farmers and Han people! It has nothing to do with Ma Bufang!"

He took the soldiers to the outside of the pigpen with weak steps, opened the door, and the pig ran out.

"Look! Look! We are Hanmins! We are raising pigs!"

The Red Army did not kill the great master, and the great master felt that the world should be about to change! But he no longer had the fighting spirit to survive.

He found a rope and hanged it on the eaves of his family while he was working outside.
Chapter completed!