ABSTRACT
On the evening of September 4th, 1984, we held a Family Congress. It was a secret but very special congress in our village. The chairman was Mr. He, recently promoted to family chairman after becoming a permanent teacher of the country. The other old man in the house had lost all his power several years before. Like a humble representative coming from a little-corner developing country, the old man's membership existed only in name. We even refused him permission to listen to our speeches. He was forced to make friends with his bed and tea and tobacco.
