Roland's Autobiography: The Trilogy of Years - Sand of Time (Complete 3 Volumes)

Author: Luo Lan
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Features: "Jutai Hao." "Jutai Hao" was a grain store opened in the era of his great-grandfather. Legend has it that the two older brothers of his great-grandfather moved from Shaoxing, Zhejiang to the north with their ancestors. Arriving in Lutai with empty hands, they started their lives there. At first, they set up a small stall selling grain outside the courtyard of a relative's home. Although the money they earned was very little, the brothers were very popular and honest in their business. In their free time, they studied books and gained the trust of their customers. The older brother of his great-grandfather was particularly fond of literature and calligraphy, and he had a good handwriting. He often wrote couplets for the villagers and gradually gained a reputation, making friends with local gentry. Recommended by others, he joined the county government as a clerk, drafting documents and receiving the county's favor. The older brother of his great-grandfather remained loyal to his profession, saved some capital, and opened a formal grain store, which was "Jutai Hao." "Jutai Hao" brought wealth to these two brothers, and they later continued to operate other businesses, opening a carpentry workshop, a jewelry store, an apothecary, and a wine factory, all named with the character "Ju." They also acquired many properties, including several dozen brick houses, farmland in their own and neighboring counties, reed marshes, and more, gradually becoming the wealthiest in the area. The large mansion where the family lived was located on North Street, with the Ji River flowing behind it. It consisted of a four-story large siheyuan in the center, with two side courtyards on the east and west sides. The fifth floor was a large garden spanning three courtyards. In the generation of his grandfather, it was the generation that inherited the legacy of the ancestors. That was around the late Qing Dynasty, during the Tongzhi and Guangxu years, when external threats were constant, and opium had long plagued the country. The people could not resist the harm of opium but instead formed a trend, with many wealthy individuals leading the way. Several of his grandfather's generation became addicted to opium, viewing it as a symbol of wealth and status, which accelerated the decline of the family. By his father's generation, he knew exactly what needed to be done and even when he could break free from it, and he called out his name. He didn't immediately remember me. Girls change a lot, and I was in a lower class than him back then, so I must have been a very plain little girl then and would not have attracted his attention. But I told him that he was exactly the same as when he was a child, with no change at all. With a look of disbelief, he walked over, sat in the empty seat next to me, and started chatting happily with me. Twenty years of time, of course, is a long story. Then he asked about my recent situation, and I told him that I was living darker and darker, giving up everything, and planning to go to Taiwan. "Have you bought a ticket?" he asked. I hadn't even planned how to go to Taiwan yet, let alone buy a ticket. Moreover, I didn't even know how to buy a ticket. It was a requirement to buy. War and national grievances forced them to face leaving their hometowns and even to take up arms. The moment they bid farewell to their parents, their hearts were filled with a sense of duty rather than sentimentality. Their years grew older amidst the flames of war and separation. Their lives were filled with abandonment and sacrifice. Their diaries were filled with self-criticism: "Do you love your parents, brothers, and sisters and don't want to leave them? No, you must separate from them! Whether you are forced or voluntary." "Do you love your love? No, you must separate from him! Whether you are forced or voluntary." "Do you want to marry? No, what you love may not belong to you; even if you have him, you may not be able to give him happiness! Whether you are forced or voluntary. Your little furnace