Chapter 2 Red sorghum.2

Wang Wenyi stretched out his hand to touch his ear and found blood on his hand. After a burst of screaming, he collapsed: "Commander, I'm sick! I'm sick, I'm dead." Commander Yu came back from the front, knelt down, squeezed Wang Wenyi's neck, and said in a low voice, "Don't yell, if you yell again, I'll kill you!" Wang Wenyi didn't dare to shout anymore. "Where is the injury?" Commander Yu asked. "Ear..." Wang Wenyi cried. Commander Yu pulled out a piece of white cloth that looked like a furry skin from his waist, tore it in half with a snap, and handed it to Wang Wenyi, saying, "Cover it first, don't make a sound, follow along, and then bandage it when we get to the road."

Commander Yu called again, "Officer Dou." His father complied, and Commander Yu took his hand and walked away.Wang Wenyi groaned and followed behind. The shot just now was a big dumb man who was carrying a plate of rakes to open the way in front of his head. He accidentally fell down and the spear on his back went off.The mute is an old friend of Commander Yu, a reckless hero who ate "cupcakes" in the sorghum field together. One of his feet was injured in the womb, so he walked bumpy, but very fast.Father was a little afraid of him. The thick fog around dawn finally dissipated when Commander Yu's team crossed the Jiaoping Highway.August in my hometown is a foggy season, perhaps due to the dampness of the low-lying soil.After walking on the road, my father suddenly felt nimble and light, and his feet were sharp and strong. He let go of the hand that was holding Commander Yu's coat.Wang Wenyi covered his bleeding ears with a white cloth, crying all over his face.Commander Yu bandaged his thick hands and feet around his ears, and even half of his head.Wang Wenyi grinned in pain.

Commander Yu said, "What a fate!" Wang Wenyi said: "My blood is gone, I can't go!" Commander Yu said, "Fuck, a bite from a mosquito is nothing more than that. Forget about your three sons!" Wang Wenyi lowered his head and muttered, "I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten." He was carrying a long-barreled fowling gun with a blood-red butt.The flat iron box containing the gunpowder hung obliquely from his buttocks. The remaining fog retreated into the sorghum fields.The main road is covered with a layer of coarse sand, and there are no footprints of cattle and horses, let alone human footprints.Against the dense sorghum on both sides of the road, the road is desolate, absurd, and ominous.Father had known for a long time that Commander Yu's team consisted of no more than forty deaf, dumb, lame, and crippled people, but when these people lived in the village, they caused a stir, as if the village was full of soldiers.The team was laid out on the main road, more than thirty people huddled together like a frozen snake.The guns are long and short, earth cannon, shotgun, old Hanyang, Fang Liufang and the seven brothers carry a big lifting pole that can knock out small weights.The dumb man carried a rectangular rake for leveling the ground surrounded by twenty-six iron tines.Three other players carry a set.At that time, my father didn't know what an ambush was all about, let alone why he had to carry four iron-toothed rakes.

In order to establish a monument for my family, I once ran back to Northeast Gaomi Township and conducted a lot of investigations. The focus of the investigation was the famous battle where my father participated and killed the Japanese major general by the Mo River.A ninety-two-year-old lady in our village said to me: "Northeast Township is full of thousands of people, and the formation is lined up by the Mo River. Commander Yu, standing in front of the formation, the sound of hand cannons is ringing with every movement. It landed on Dipingchuan. Dai Fenglian, the leader of the female middle school, with a beautiful face and a beautiful appearance, had a clever mechanism, and an iron rake was deployed to block the devils from coming..." The old woman's head was as bald as a clay pot, her face was rotten, and loofahs protruded from her dry hands Muscle-like tendons.She was a survivor of the massacre during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August 1939. At that time, she couldn't run because of sores on her feet, so she was stuffed into a sweet potato cellar by her husband and hid. By chance, she survived.Dai Fenglian in the Allegro sung by the old woman is my grandma's tuba.Hearing this, I was very excited.This shows that the strategy of using the iron rake to block the retreat of the devil's car was actually thought up by a woman named my grandmother.My grandma should also be the vanguard of the Anti-Japanese War, a national hero.

When it comes to my grandma, the old lady talks a lot.Her words were broken and scattered, like a group of leaves rolling in the wind.She talked about my grandma's feet, which are the smallest feet in the whole village.Our soju has a lot of stamina.When talking about the Jiaoping Highway, her words became coherent: "When the road was repaired to our site... the sorghum was waist-deep... the devils drove away all the people who could do the work... the laborers were lazy. Slippery...the two big black mules from your family were taken away too...the devil built a stone bridge over the Mo River...Luohan, that old long-term worker in your family...he and your grandma are not innocent, people say that... Hahaha, your grandma had a lot of troubles when she was young... Your father is so capable, he killed people at the age of fifteen, a good man is born out of bastards, and nine out of ten are not good... Luohan went to shovel a mule's leg... was caught and killed Sliced ​​by knives... Devils are bad at harming people, shit in pots, pee in basins. That year, I went to fetch water, and picked up something, a human head, with big braids..."

Uncle Liu Luohan is an important figure in the history of our family.It is impossible to find out whether he had an affair with my grandma. Of course, from the bottom of my heart, I don't want to admit that it is true. Although I understand the reasoning, the words of the old lady with the clay pot head still make me feel embarrassed.I thought, since Uncle Luohan treats my father like his own grandson, then he is like my great-grandfather; if this great-grandfather had an affair with my grandma, wouldn’t it be incest?This is actually a fantasy, because my grandma is not Uncle Luohan’s daughter-in-law but his boss. Luohan and my family have only economic ties but no blood ties. He embellishes the history of my family like a loyal old family And it certainly adds to the history of our family.Whether my grandma loved him or not, and whether he was on my grandma's kang, have nothing to do with ethics.So what?I firmly believe that my grandma dares to do anything, as long as she is willing.Her old man is not only an anti-Japanese hero, but also a pioneer of individual liberation and a model of women's self-reliance.

I checked the county annals, and the county annals stated: In the 27th year of the Republic of China, the Japanese army captured a total of 400,000 civilians in Gaomi, Pingdu, and Jiaoxian counties, and built the Jiaoping Highway.Countless crops were destroyed.The mules and horses in the villages on both sides of the road were looted.Farmer Liu Luohan sneaked in at night, wounded numerous mules' hooves and horses' legs with a shovel, and was captured.The next day, the Japanese army flayed Liu Luohan on the horse tie post for public display.Liu Mian showed no signs of fear, and could not stop scolding until he died.

This is indeed the case. When the Jiaoping Highway was built to our place, the sorghum in the fields only grew to waist height.On the low-lying plain, which is seventy miles long and sixty miles wide, apart from dotted with dozens of villages, two rivers running vertically and horizontally, and dozens of rural dirt roads zigzagging, the green waves are full of sorghum.On the Baima Mountain in the north of the plain, the white horse-shaped boulder can be clearly seen from the head of our village.The farmers who hoeed sorghum saw the white horse when they looked up, and the black soil when they looked down.It was rumored that the Japanese were going to build roads on the plain, and the villagers had long been panic-stricken, anxiously waiting for the catastrophe to come.

The Japanese come as they say. My father was still sleeping when the Japanese devils brought the puppet soldiers to our village to capture peasants and pull mules and horses.He was awakened by the noise from the shochu workshop.Grandma took her father's hand and ran to the yard of the shochu workshop with her two little feet like bamboo shoots.At that time, in the yard of our shochu workshop, there were more than a dozen large urns filled with high-quality liquor, and the aroma of the wine wafted throughout the village.Two Japanese men in yellow stood in the courtyard with bayonet-loaded rifles.Two Chinese men in black with guns on their shoulders were about to untie two big black mules tied to the tree.Uncle Arhat pounced on the little puppet soldier who unleashed his rein again and again, but was poked back time and time again by the big puppet soldier with the barrel of his gun.In the early summer weather, Uncle Luohan only wore a single shirt, and his bare chest was covered with purple circles poked out by the muzzle of a gun.

Uncle Luohan said: "Brothers, if you have something to say, you have something to say." The big puppet soldier said: "Old bastard, get out of here." Uncle Luohan said: "This is the master's animal, and it cannot be pulled." The puppet army said: "If you make more noise, you will kill your brother-in-law!" The Japanese soldiers held their guns like clay gods. As soon as grandma and my father entered the courtyard, Uncle Luohan said, "They want to pull our mule." Grandma said, "Sir, we are good citizens." The Japanese soldier squinted his eyes and smiled at grandma.

The little puppet soldier untied the mule and pulled it hard. The mule held its head high stubbornly and refused to move.The big puppet soldier went up and poked the mule's butt with a gun. The mule hoofed angrily, and the bright hoof kicked up the dirt, splashing the puppet soldier's face. The big puppet army pulled the bolt of the gun, pointed the gun at Uncle Luohan, and shouted: "Old bastard, you come and take it to the construction site." Uncle Luohan squatted on the ground without saying a word. A Japanese soldier was holding a gun and waving it in front of Uncle Luohan. The devil said, "Woooooooooooo!" Uncle Luohan looked at the bright bayonet dangling in front of his eyes, and sat down on the ground.The devil soldier moved his gun forward, and the sharp bayonet cut a white gash on Uncle Luohan's smooth scalp. Grandma shivered into a ball and said, "Uncle, you, let them take you." A ghost soldier slowly leaned in front of grandma.Father saw that the devil soldier was a young and handsome boy, with two big black eyes shining, and when he smiled, his lips turned up, revealing a yellow tooth.Grandma stumbled back behind Uncle Luohan.Blood flowed from the white hole on Uncle Luohan's head, and his head was covered with color.Two Japanese soldiers approached with a smile.Grandma slapped Uncle Luohan's bloody head twice, then wiped it twice on his face, tore off his hair, opened his mouth wide, and jumped up crazily.Grandma looks three parts human and seven parts ghost.The Japanese soldiers stopped in astonishment.The little puppet soldier said: "Taijun, this woman is really crazy." The devil soldier grunted and shot my grandma in the head.Grandma sat on the ground and began to cry. The big puppet army forced Uncle Luohan up with a gun.Uncle Luohan took over the reins of the mule from the little puppet soldier.With its head held high and its legs shaking, the mule followed Uncle Luohan out of the courtyard.Mules, horses, cattle and sheep ran chaotically in the streets. Grandma is not crazy.As soon as the devils and puppet soldiers were discharged from the hospital, grandma lifted the wooden lid of an urn, and saw a terrifying bloody face in the sorghum shochu that was as calm as a mirror.The father turned red when he saw the tears flow down Grandma's cheeks.Grandma washed her face with shochu, so that the whole pot of wine was red. Uncle Luohan was escorted to the construction site together with the mule.In the sorghum field, a section of road has been opened.The road on the south side of the Mo River has almost been repaired, and large and small cars squeezed through the newly repaired road. The cars were loaded with stones and yellow sand, and they were all unloaded on the south bank of the river.There is only a small wooden bridge on the river, and the Japanese want to build a big stone bridge on the river.On both sides of the road, two large pieces of sorghum were trampled flat, and the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of green felt.In the sorghum field in Hebei, on both sides of the road that has just been shaped with black soil, there are dozens of mules and horses pulling the rollers. From the sea-like sorghum field, two large flat open spaces are pressed out, destroying the close connection with the construction site. green gauze tent.The mules and horses were led back and forth in the sorghum field.The fresh and tender sorghum was broken and lodging under the iron hoof, and the lodging and broken sorghum was repeatedly suppressed by grooved stone rollers and stone rollers without grooves.All kinds of rolls and rollers turned dark green, drenched with sorghum sap.A strong smell of green seedlings enveloped the construction site. Uncle Luohan was driven to Henan to carry stones to Hebei.With great reluctance he handed over the reins of the mule to an old man with rotten eyes.The small wooden bridge was rickety, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.Uncle Luohan crossed the bridge and stood in Henan. A Chinese man who looked like a foreman gently poked Uncle Luohan's head with a purple rattan in his hand, saying, "Go, move stones to Hebei." Uncle Luohan wiped the stone. A pair of eyes - the blood from the head soaked the eyebrows.He moved a medium-sized stone from Henan to Hebei.Before the old man who picked up the mules left, Uncle Luohan said to him: "You are precious, these two mules belong to my master." brigade.The sun reflected on the smooth buttocks of the black mule.His head was still bleeding, so Uncle Luohan knelt down, grabbed a handful of black soil, and pressed it on the wound.A heavy dull ache at the top of his head, down to his ten toes, and he felt his head split in two. Devils and puppet soldiers with guns stood sparsely on the edge of the construction site.The supervisor with a cane in his hand walked around the construction site like a ghost. Uncle Luohan was walking on the construction site. The peasants looked at his bloody head and their eyes trembled in surprise.Uncle Luohan lifted a bridge stone, and just walked a few steps, when he heard a gust of wind from behind, and then a long burning pain fell on his back.He threw down the bridge stone and saw the overseer smiling at him.Uncle Luohan said: "Sir, if you have something to say, why do you hit someone with a raised hand?" The supervisor smiled and said nothing, raised the cane and slapped his waist sideways.Uncle Luohan felt that the cane almost broke him in two, and two streams of hot tears protruded from his eye sockets.The blood rushed to the top of the head, and the scab made of blood and soil was collapsing and jumping on the head, as if it was about to burst. Uncle Luohan shouted: "Sir!" The officer gave him another cane. Uncle Luohan said: "Sir, why did you beat me?" The officer shook the cane in his hand, and said with a smile, "I'll give you a long look, you son of a bitch." Uncle Luohan choked with anger, tears blurred his eyes, lifted a big stone from the pile of stones, and staggered towards the small bridge.His head swelled, and his eyes were white.The sharp corners of the stone pierced his belly and ribs, and he couldn't feel the pain anymore. The supervisor leaned on the cane and stayed where he was, while Uncle Luohan walked past him tremblingly carrying a stone.The supervisor drew a cane on Uncle Luohan's neck.The uncle crawled forward, hugged the boulder, and knelt down on the ground.The stone smashed his hands, and his jaw was bloody from the stone.The uncle was beaten into a daze, crying like a child in a daze.At this time, a purple-red flame slowly lit up in his blank mind. He struggled to get his hand out from under the stone, and stood up, half arched, like an old skinny cat showing signs of anger. A middle-aged man in his early forties, with a smile on his face, walked up to the supervisor, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, squeezed out one, and held it to the supervisor's mouth.The supervisor opened his mouth and drank the cigarette, and waited for the man to light it for him. The middle-aged man said: "You are old, there is no need to be angry with this piece of shit." The overseer exhaled the smoke from his nostrils and said nothing.The uncle saw that his scorched fingers holding the cane were twisting urgently. The middle-aged man put the pack of cigarettes into the overseer's pocket.The supervisor didn't seem to notice it at all, snorted, pressed his pocket with his palm, turned and left. "Brother, are you new here?" the middle-aged man asked. Uncle Luohan said yes. He asked, "Didn't you give him a gift?" Uncle Luohan said: "It's unreasonable, dog! It's unreasonable, they arrested me by force." The middle-aged man said: "Give him some money, give him a pack of cigarettes, you don't want to work hard, you don't want to be lazy, and you don't know how to play alone." The middle-aged man grows up and joins the ranks of civilian husbands.