Chapter 46 Mentor, Family, Strong Warrior

Comrade Ma Mingfang was persecuted by Lin Biao and the "Gang of Four", and it has been five years since he left us.In the past five years, whenever he recalled the few words he said repeatedly before his heart stopped beating: "I have no problem, I have not done anything harmful to the interests of the party, if I die, you must try to tell Mao Zedong Chairman, I, Ma Mingfang, am a good man, not a traitor." I was always like a thousand arrows piercing through my heart, and I couldn't help but burst into tears. I used to be Comrade Ma Mingfang's security guard, and I worked by his side for seven full years.Comrade Mingfang was undoubtedly a good teacher to me and a guide to the revolution.I have learned a lot of excellent qualities from Comrade Mingfang.I will never forget his excellent qualities.I also want to educate the next generation to always remember Comrade Ma Mingfang, remember such a loyal soldier of our party, complete his unfinished business, and strive for the realization of the four modernizations and the construction of a great socialist motherland all his life.

Comrade Ma Mingfang is a very amiable person.Working beside him, not only does not feel restricted, but also can learn a lot. I worked as a security guard for Comrade Mingfang in 1947. I used to be a shepherd boy and could not read.My cultural knowledge was taught by Comrade Ma Mingfang.When he knew that I was illiterate, he decided to spare time outside of work to teach me how to read every day.In this way, he became my teacher.As a teacher, Comrade Ma Mingfang has very strict requirements on me. He stipulated that I should learn five characters every day, not only to be able to read, but also to be able to write.He also set up a system for me to conduct a culture test every Saturday afternoon.If the test scores are not good, they will be criticized.I remember one Saturday afternoon, Comrade Mingfang asked me to recite new characters.He held a piece of paper in his hand with 42 new characters written on it. He stood beside me and asked me to write it down word by word while reading.When I wrote down 35 characters and couldn't write any more, he seemed very unhappy and said seriously: "Seven of the 42 characters can't be written. Just have fun! Review carefully, and take the exam next Saturday.” The exam day came again, after a week of hard study, this time I did well in the exam, writing all the new words correctly.Comrade Mingfang was very happy to see my small progress.He said humorously: "Learn like this. In a few years, your education level will become higher and higher. When you become a college student, your education level will be higher than mine." I lowered my head and just smiled. Can't tell either.But I was thinking in my heart, isn't this the result of Teacher Ma's strict requirements!After the exam, Comrade Mingfang took out a gold star pen from the table and gave it to me.Since then, I have been writing and writing with this fountain pen, and I have become more motivated to learn.

In order for me to grasp cultural knowledge faster, for a period of time, Comrade Mingfang insisted on setting aside two hours every day to watch me recognize and write.If you find that my strokes are wrong, just grab my hand and let me practice.I still clearly remember that the first time I wrote "Long live Chairman Mao, long live the Communist Party of China", the word "year" was not written correctly. Comrade Mingfang took the pen in my hand and wrote it on a piece of paper. I wrote a big "year" character and asked me to write it accordingly.From then on, I will firmly remember the word "year old".Under the patient education of Comrade Mingfang, I initially learned some characters, and I am no longer a complete illiterate.

In addition to being a culture teacher, Comrade Ma Mingfang is also my military teacher.I remember one time, the organization rationed me a new gun.I love this gun very much, and I often hold it in my hand and fiddle with it.However, at that time, I could only use it, not rub it.One morning, I took apart the gun alone in my room, intending to clean it.But after taking it apart, it can't be installed anyway.After working for a long time, I was afraid and tired. I was so tired that my head and face were covered with sweat, but I still didn't feel well.It was time for dinner, and Comrade Ma Mingfang opened the door and walked in.Seeing that my hands were oily and my face was sweaty, he didn't criticize a word, but sat on a square stool beside him and installed it himself.While installing it, he patiently told me about the structure of this gun and every component on the gun.After a while, everything was installed.After installing it, he asked me if I learned it?It wasn't until I nodded affirmatively that he smiled with satisfaction.At this time, I remembered that I hadn’t given him a meal, so I asked apologetically, “Have you not eaten yet?” Comrade Mingfang smiled and said, “Aren’t you the same! It’s not too late to eat now. You Wash your face first, and then go to the cafeteria to get two meals, let's eat together." Comrade Ma Mingfang and I ate together, and during the meal, he also told me a lot of reasons for caring for weapons.He talked about the 25,000-mile Long March from Jinggang Mountains, and from the Long March to the War of Resistance Against Japan and the War of Liberation.He told me again and again that in the past, the Communist Party had no guns, so they had to use broadswords, spears, and red-tasseled guns. Sometimes, they had to add fake guns to scare the enemy—the broomstick tower.The current guns are bought by comrades in exchange for their blood and lives. Although there are more guns, they are not enough.Be sure to take good care of every bullet!Comrade Mingfang's words are still fresh in my memory.Every time I remember these words, I always tell myself to be vigilant and take good care of every bullet.

Comrade Ma Mingfang is not only my teacher, but also a family member I will never forget in my life.His care for me is meticulous.As a guard, I was supposed to take care of him in every aspect of life, but sometimes, he took care of me more. One thing remains deeply in my memory.Around 1948, I left Yan'an with Comrade Ma Mingfang, passed by Qingjian and Suide, and went to work in Xingxian County, Shanxi Province.Along the way, he ran around from dawn to dusk, doing research and research day and night, and often stayed up late at night before resting.However, he was so busy, so hard, he ignored himself, but repeatedly told me to have a good rest.One night in Caijiaya, Xing County, Comrade Mingfang didn't close his eyes all night because he had to prepare the work report for the next day.At first, I waited for him to finish his work and still support him.Later, I became sleepy, my eyelids were clenched, and at some point, I actually fell asleep.When I woke up, it was already dawn, but Comrade Mingfang was still sitting at the table writing materials.At this time, Comrade He Long (commander of the Jinsui Military Region at the time) just got up and came back from a walk. Seeing that Comrade Mingfang was still working and he forgot to turn off the lamp on the table, he asked him with concern: "What are you doing?" Didn’t you sleep all night?” Comrade Mingfang said sincerely: “Time is tight, I’ve tidied up the meeting materials.” I was still lying under the covers when the two leaders were talking.At this time, I couldn't lie down any longer, so I got out of bed, lifted the quilt of Comrade Ma Mingfang covering me, and rubbed my sleepy eyes.Comrade He Long noticed my movements, and jokingly said: "Okay, the old horse has been a guard for Xiao Ma (my surname is Hui, he deliberately called it that way) overnight!" Comrade He Long's humorous words amused me. Just a smile, staring at Comrade Ma Mingfang, unable to even say a word.However, only I know best that there are many nights like this (Comrade Ming Fang works, I sleep peacefully).Comrade Ma Mingfang often became my "guard" in turn.

In 1949, when Comrade Ma Mingfang and I were working in the Linfen Working Committee of Shanxi Province, we were slightly injured once.It was wounded by an enemy plane.At that time, Comrade Mingfang noticed that I was bleeding behind my ears, so he wiped the blood off with a coarse white handkerchief.He asked me with concern: "Does it hurt?" I thought it was nothing, so I answered him: "It doesn't hurt, just scratched the skin a little bit." The matter passed like this.But then, out of nowhere, I kept getting headaches, sometimes unbearable.Comrade Mingfang was more anxious about my pain than myself.Immediately after the liberation of Beijing, he personally sent me to Xiehe Hospital (now Beijing Hospital) for examination.After examination, the doctor said that there was a small piece of elastic skin left in the skin behind my ear, which needed to be removed by surgery.I did not agree to the operation at the time, and I was worried that no one would take care of Comrade Ma Mingfang after the operation.But Comrade Mingfang insisted on operating on me.The operation was performed on a Friday, under general anesthesia, so I don't know what happened.After waking up, I opened my eyes and saw that I was already sleeping in the ward.Comrade Ma Mingfang was sitting next to me.He was holding a small white bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, and was watching me quietly.Seeing that I was awake, he quickly brought the bowl and spoon to my lips, and said softly: "Drink some glucose water, you will be fine soon, don't be afraid!" Looking at Comrade Ma Mingfang's kind and kind face, I couldn't help but shed tears.

Comrade Mingfang not only cared about me in life, but sometimes he did not severely criticize me when I accidentally made a mistake at work, but took the initiative to take responsibility.In this way, I felt very ashamed instead, and made up my mind to correct my mistakes.I remember one time (probably the time when we returned to Yan'an from Linfen), we went to the Hancheng County Party Committee (in the new liberated area), and we had a light meal in a restaurant with a few comrades escorting the guards, and let the county Party committee know , The next morning, the county party committee specially prepared a four-course meal for dinner.Comrade Mingfang did not eat at the restaurant, but I heard afterwards that he was very unhappy.After returning to the Northwest Bureau, Comrade Xi Zhongxun ran into me and said to me: "Why did you get into such a disaster?" I still don't know what happened.Comrade Zhongxun then briefly told me what happened.It turned out that Comrade Mingfang thought it was extravagant and wasteful because I asked my comrades to eat in a restaurant without permission, and it was not allowed during the difficult period of the Liberation War. Action review.He said solemnly: "The Kuomintang rides on the heads of the people to do its best, and our Communist Party cannot do this." He also said: "This is caused by my lack of education for comrades. We are servants of the people, and we must pay attention to it in the future. Correct it, it can’t be like this anymore.” Comrade Zhongxun’s words made me blushed, and I couldn’t help defending Comrade Mingfang immediately: “It’s my fault, Secretary Ma didn’t know about it at all!…” However, the defense What's the use?Since Comrade Ma Mingfang has done the self-criticism on my behalf, I, a little guard, can only keep this lesson firmly in my heart, constantly urge myself, make fewer mistakes, and strive to make more contributions to the people.

Comrade Ma Mingfang once spent several years in the prison of the Kuomintang reactionaries and suffered brutal torture by fascist gangsters, leaving scars all over his body.However, he never told his comrades that he had been injured, and he always gritted his teeth and worked tirelessly. I knew he had been wounded and had found it by accident.Once when I was cleaning up files, I dug out many photos in a half-new leather bag.In these photos, some are naked, some have a piece of broken sack wrapped around their waist, their hair is several inches long, and people are skinny... Looking at these photos, I am really scared.What is going on here?I yelled loudly and asked Comrade Ma Mingfang my question: "Secretary Ma, when did you take those photos?" I cried and said, "When did you suffer such a crime?" Seeing me so excited Comrade Mingfang smiled slightly.He took out his handkerchief and wiped my tears, then asked me to get all those photos, sat on a square stool, and told me about the past.His first sentence was: "Without Chairman Mao, without my dear party organization, I would not be where I am today. My life is given by Chairman Mao, and everything I have is given by the party!" When he said these words, Although his tone was calm, I could tell that his excitement was no less than mine.He went on to say, in 1941, when I came back from studying in the Soviet Union, when I was passing through Xinjiang, I was detained by the enemy and put in prison.At that time, there were still many Communist Party members detained in Xinjiang prisons.The enemy tortured us in every possible way, ravaged us, gave us no food or drink, but beat us whenever we wanted, exhausting all fascist means.They nailed bamboo sticks to our fingers, poured hot pepper water into our noses, shackled our feet, sat on tiger stools, and ironed us with red-hot irons...they were inhumane and did everything they could.However, these gangsters made a wrong calculation.Their methods can only frighten the weak-willed, but they are of little use to a Communist Party member.Speaking of this, he turned to a photo with Chairman Mao and other central leaders, pointed at it with his finger, and said to me emotionally: "It was Chairman Mao and the Party Central Committee who negotiated with the reactionaries many times before we were transferred to the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China. These prisoners were released from the prison. This is Chairman Mao’s photo with us when he welcomes us back..." He spoke slowly, and I listened carefully to each sentence.Suddenly, I remembered that when I was taking a bath for him, I saw a large scar on his back about one inch wide and five inches long.So he interrupted him and hurriedly asked him: "Is that scar on your back caused by the enemy?" He nodded and said deeply, "Yes, it was branded by the enemy with a red-hot iron rod. They destroyed my body, but they can't destroy my will!" After all this, Comrade Mingfang smiled and comforted me and said: "Don't cry, you are still young, you must study hard in the future, train yourself well, and strive for the future. Do more for the people." Comrade Mingfang's words deeply educated me.After listening to his experience, I stood in front of the portrait of Chairman Mao posted in the room for a long time, staring quietly at his kind face.

It is Comrade Ma Mingfang, who has suffered so many tortures and has been physically destroyed, but he hardly knows how tired he is when he works.He often goes deep into the countryside, talks to old poor farmers, investigates and studies, and sometimes personally participates in field labor with farmers to help breeders feed pigs.When he was working in the Linfen Working Committee, comrades praised him: "He knows how to farm and feed pigs, and he is an old expert in everything." This is the best summary of Comrade Mingfang's work. However, it never occurred to me that a veteran comrade like him, who had been tried and tested for a long time, would be labeled as a "capitalist-roader", "three-anti element", and "traitor" during the "Cultural Revolution". Even when she was persecuted to death, she failed to affirm her grievances.Thanks to the Party Central Committee for smashing the "Gang of Four" anti-Party clique in one fell swoop.Under the wise instructions of Chairman Mao and the correct line guidance of the Party Central Committee, Comrade Ma Mingfang's "friends in distress" recovered their reputations one by one and went to work with high spirits.Comrade Mingfang has also been completely rehabilitated.All of this, if Comrade Mingfang Jiuquan has a spirit, how happy he would be!I believe that he would still say with a smile that the fascist methods of Lin Biao and the "Gang of Four" can only frighten the weak-willed, but are of little use to a Communist Party member.

Comrade Ma Mingfang's revolutionary performance will last forever!As Comrade Ma Wenrui pointed out in his article remembering Ming Fang: "A soldier is a soldier after all", which cannot be buried by any evil force.