Later I heard that our family was indeed "wide" for a while. About the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, Uncle Jiu used the last penny of his pocket in the three provinces of East China to buy one-tenth of the Hubei flood disaster tickets and won the prize. The two brothers negotiated to "get rich and return to their hometowns" and went home to raise their eyebrows and exhale. So he transported the money home, and Jiu Shu still remained in the city. His father had Zhang Luo in the village. He bought bricks and tiles at a ridiculous price and built a house. At a ridiculous price, he set up a field with a well. It will drizzle in a hurry and really raise his eyebrows. It's a pity that the good times don't last long. My father used a ridiculous way, like Song Jiang, to be generous and entertain friends from all directions. In a flash, the built tile house was demolished and sold bricks and tiles. The fields with wells also changed their owners. The whole family returned to the original situation. It was at this time that I was born in this situation.