Chapter 4 2 Beijing, Taiyuan (1937-1948 2-13 years old)

Although Beijing is my father's old place of travel, but this time, the situation and mood are very different from ten years ago. The Northeast is the root, but Beijing is duckweed. Everything has to be done again.The first is to find a job and find someone to introduce.He went to his teacher, Hu Shi, but Hu Shi ignored him (Hu Shi doesn't help people introduce jobs, but he will take the initiative to help those who have achievements).Dad was not an outstanding student when he was at Peking University, and Hu Shi had no impression of him (Twenty years later, I still mentioned this incident to Hu Shi. Hu Shi said that he could not remember this student or this incident at all.) After a while, he finally found a small job in the Ministry of Justice.At that time we lived in the east city, and in order to save money on the bus, my father walked to the west city every day to go to work.Every day when I come back from get off work, I buy two pieces of bread at the bakery, one for the oldest in the family—grandpa—and one for the youngest—me.He himself and others watched and did not eat.The hardships of life soon accompanied the hardships of the times. ——There was something wrong with Beijing. The evil hands of the Japanese devils moved from the northeast to the south, and finally the Marco Polo Bridge Incident occurred on July 7, 1937.Dad was exhausted by the big family and could no longer move south. He could only send Uncle Wu to the rear, and the rest of the people became "survivors" for the second time.Although my father could not go south to fight against Japan, his underground fight against Japan did not stop.After the September 18th Incident, General Ma Zhanshan's Northeast Volunteer Army was the first group in China to fight against Japan with action.When this group took action to fight against Japan, other groups were still pro-Japanese, flattering Japan or waiting and watching. My father was a secret ally of General Ma Zhanshan at that time.General Ma Zhanshan is a warrior, and he has a military adviser who makes up his mind for him, that is Wu Huanzhang.Wu Huanzhang is Dad's best friend, and he calls Dad his second brother.Funny, enthusiastic and caring.He graduated from the Department of Russian Law and Political Science of National Beijing University of Law and Political Science, and studied at Vladivostok University in Russia.After the September 18th Incident, he and his father started anti-Japanese work; after the Lugouqiao Incident, his father stayed in Beijing, and Wu Huanzhang "agreed that Comrade Li would join the enemy and puppet organizations to cover and instigate various tasks."It was secretly appointed by General Ma Zhanshan, commander-in-chief of the Northeast Advancement Army.The so-called "comrades" are those who volunteered to fight against Japan with General Ma Zhanshan, not the Kuomintang.

At that time, my father was working as a clerk in the Ministry of Law in Beijing. Because he was extremely talented, he was recognized by his superiors and began to vigorously promote him.In three or four years, he was promoted to the director of the Taiyuan Smoking Ban Bureau under the North China Smoking Ban Bureau.He really "joined the enemy and puppet organization".The so-called smoking ban refers to opium smoking.Shanxi Province is the largest opium smoker in North China, and Taiyuan, the capital of Shanxi Province, is naturally the most important place of jurisdiction.The director of the North China Smoking Ban Bureau is Wan Zhaozhi, a Beiyang dignitary who was born as a professor at Peking University. The leading Taiyuan Smoking Ban Bureau was handed over to an unknown junior. Farther and farther away.

Dad went to Taiyuan to take office in 1941, and I also went to Taiyuan when I was five or six years old.I clearly remember that I was sitting on the train to Taiyuan; I clearly remember passing Niangziguan and entering Shanxi from Hebei.The train has sleeping berths, and it was already night when we arrived at Niangziguan from Beijing.The next day, when I arrived in Taiyuan, I was admitted to the No Smoking Bureau.As soon as you enter the No-Smoking Bureau, it is a large square block. When you enter the door and turn left, you will find a corridor. On the left side of the corridor, there are small houses with a smell of new cement.Go to the end and turn right again, it is the same house.These small houses are for opium quitters, and they are the size of a rehabilitation center. When you enter the door and look forward, you can see the carport, and a T-shaped black Ford is the special car of the director.There are wide footboards outside the door of this car, which can stand people, especially bodyguards.I have personally seen important people sitting in this kind of car in Beijing, with bodyguards standing on both sides of the car door, with one arm hooked on the window frame from the outside of the window, with wide-open eyes, staring at passers-by, with an air of vigor, quite like a royal prince the taste of.But this chief's car does not have bodyguards.Keep looking forward to the left after entering the door. There is a round door, a small garden behind the door, a small room next to the door, and a row of main houses in front. My father, mother, second sister, me, and eldest sister live in this row. In the main room.I remember that as soon as I moved here, it was transported to a very large enamel bathtub, but there is no running water in Taiyuan. To take a bath, a water bearer fetched water one after another and poured it into the basin.The water bearer is a young man whose appearance is very similar to Ah Q in Feng Zikai's "The True Story of Ah Q in Comics". One day, he asked me to drink my urine, and he said that "children's urine" could cure his illness. He died.

I have lived in Taiyuan for a year, and there are other things that impress me: 1. Regarding opium, I am someone who has seen big scenes.The Opium of the No-Smoking Bureau has piles of opium in a large playground, all the size of bricks, arranged in arrays, as if they have gone to a brick kiln.I don't think any drug lord has seen more opium than I have. 2. My father's Japanese secretary, Secretary Yu, hugged a "hostess" in the wedding shed at the wedding of a colleague in the bureau. That was the first time I saw a "hostess".Then times changed, and "waitress" became a historical term.

3. Japan’s national treasure—the sumo troupe performed in Taiyuan. Secretary Yu took my second sister and me to see it. I saw a wrestling match of extra-large fat men. I found that they had a lot of pre-match gestures and gestures, which was ridiculous. .On and off the stage that day, the audience was full of Japanese devils. Looking back now, when Japan invaded China, they sent a lot of devils.That day was the time I saw the most Japanese devils in my life, and my impression was extremely bad. 4. I have played once at the highest point in Taiyuan.Later, there was a battle for this place, and many cadres of Yan Xishan committed suicide here.After Yan Xishan arrived in Taiwan, he wrote the words "I will die first" to commemorate them. These four words are written quite expressively.The Kuomintang commemorated these victims as "Taiyuan Five Hundred Perfect People", but they were Yan Xishan's people, not the direct descendants of the Kuomintang.The direct line of the Kuomintang is good at fleeing disasters, and death is not its director, so there is a shortage of martyrs, which is very embarrassing.

5. I visited an incense factory in Taiyuan.I was very curious to see that the incense was squeezed out one by one from the machine. 6. I also saw a weird cow in Taiyuan Park. This cow has five legs, and one leg sticks out from under the neck. It is really strange.I completely forgot about it.More than forty years later, I was looking at furniture in the Tianmu Qiaoda Wood Ware Store, and saw a large five-legged conference table with a foot in the middle. I suddenly thought of the cow in Taiyuan!Human memory is incredible! (There are records of "five-legged cattle" in Chinese history, which can be found in Jingfang's "Yi Zhuan" and "Han Shu" Five Elements. The ancient Chinese believed that the appearance of five-legged cattle was a warning from heaven to the rulers not to use the people's power excessively. This is an ominous message.) In addition to Taiyuan, I once went to Yuci and Taigu with my father.Taigu was the first place in Shanxi to be influenced by Western culture. I remember visiting a hospital where there was a human skeleton. That was the first time I saw a skeleton in my life.

The biggest influence of Shanxi on me is not the land, but the people, a Shanxi native named Wen Maolin.He is my housemaid.He has bright eyes, no flesh on his cheeks, medium build, and middle age. He wears black cotton trousers with ribbons on the trousers, and has a crew cut. He is dressed like a typical simple Chinese farmer.After I arrived in Shanxi, Maolin came to take care of everything for me, and stayed with me all day long.Maolin doesn't talk much, he has a rough literacy, and has a very naive temper. If I do something wrong, he will scold me with angry eyes, but I like him very much.Some of my upright temper in the future were deeply influenced by him.

Maolin later went to Beijing with us. One day, my father put some old Chinese tea bowls on the table and went out.I ran over to have a look, and found naked men and women painted around the teacup. At this moment, Mao Lin came over and said to me in a stern voice: "Don't look at this kind of thing!" I was baffled.More than ten years later, in retrospect, what I saw was erotic paintings on porcelain. Maolin likes birds, and I was also greatly influenced, so I began to raise birds.The dandies from the old Beijing family often go out with their white sleeves rolled up, carrying bird cages, smoking cigarettes, and walking with splayed feet, looking corrupt and depraved.I was too young at that time to reach this level, but I have raised a few birds. There is a lark, an old man, who can learn the sounds of eleven kinds of animals. Unfortunately, it includes learning to meow, and Lark can learn to meow , is considered to have gone astray, and his worth has plummeted.Maolin can draw a bird with one stroke, that is, a single stroke, uninterrupted, connected in a line, and the bird is drawn.I was so impressed that I learned everything.I drew them on the wall, symmetrically.Write "Wen Bird" on the left and "Li Bird" on the right.

When I was young, I learned Taoism very well.When I was four or five years old, part of the house in my family was rented out to a family of tenants, and one of the tenants had a youngest daughter, whom everyone called Xiaomei.My biggest "taboo" at that time was that when someone told me that I had something to do with my little sister, I would immediately lose my temper and curse.The sisters knew this weakness of mine, so when they quarreled, they deliberately called me a "little sister's husband" to anger me.As for me, I used "Mrs. Dalian" to retaliate (Dalian is the son of my uncle's relative Li Delin, a very naughty and thick-skinned little boy).Sometimes, if there is any negotiation or agreement with the sisters, in order to keep the promise, both parties swear by "Dalian wife" and "little sister's husband". little sister's husband".I can't remember at all why I became such a "little sister husband" allergic, or why I became so moralistic.This kind of "strict defense between men and women" developed to the point that even Wen Maolin couldn't bear it:——When Maolin was having dinner with the maids, I actually watched from the side, and men were not allowed to talk to women!Once Maolin saw that I was not there and said a few words, but I jumped out from under the table and reprimanded him loudly.My eccentricity and self-willedness can be seen from this.

Dad's position as the director of the anti-smoking bureau was later involved in political disputes.It turned out that Lieutenant General Huagu (?) of Japan was very domineering. He found trouble with Wang Kemin, then chairman of the "North China Political Affairs Committee", so he turned his brains to the Taiyuan Smoking Ban Bureau.Wang Kemin is a native of Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, a Juren of the Qing Dynasty, and served as a deputy supervisor of students studying in Japan in the Qing Dynasty.After the Republic of China, he served as the Chief Financial Officer three times.After the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, he was the chairman of the administrative committee of the "Provisional Government of the Republic of China" and the chairman of the "Xinminhui", becoming a "former Han" (early traitor).In 1940, it merged with the "National Government of the Republic of China" of "Later Han" (later traitor) Wang Jingwei, and changed the "Temporary Government of the Republic of China" to "North China Political Affairs Committee". Under the management of Wang Jingwei, in fact, it has its own system.Because of Wang Kemin's seniority and personality, he didn't obey the Japanese devils, which aroused the envy of the Japanese soldiers. Admiral Hua Gu set off the "Taiyuan Smoking Ban Bureau Corruption Case" to give Wang Kemin a good look, so the first victim to bear the brunt was his father. (The rise of this case is of course also related to Dad being suspected of doing underground work).One night, my father, my mother, my second sister, my eldest sister, and I boarded a train from Taiyuan back to Beijing. When the train drove to Yuci, some Japanese soldiers and translators came up and talked to my father. The gendarme took us out of the car.Walking on the dark and muddy road, the Japanese military police took turns hugging me. After a long time, when I arrived at the Japanese military police, I fell asleep soon.When I woke up the next day, I saw an old-style bungalow with a small yard in the middle.In the afternoon, Mom and I were released, and Dad lost his freedom.

Lieutenant General Hua Gu's method of doing the crime is: let the businessman bite the letter section chief and secretary Yu of the Taiyuan No-smoking Bureau for corruption, and then implicate his father.The head of the letter section was tall and burly, and in the gendarmerie, after being beaten to pieces by the Japanese devils, they rubbed salt on the broken flesh to punish him; so the secretary was also hanged three times and poured cold water, etc., but they They all refused to falsely accuse Dad, so Dad didn't suffer.He was imprisoned for more than half a year, but was finally released without charge.The Japanese-style prison my father sat in had very strict rules. During the day, he had to sit with his legs crossed and his back straight.The Japanese military police are the head of the prison.For more than six months, he suffered a slap in the face, and his watch was asked to be exchanged by the Japanese military police. When he finally returned to Beijing, he wore a rotten oriental watch. "Father was acquitted in the end. Wang Kemin was very pleased with his innocence. He invited him to go and gave him the post of director of the North China Anti-smoking Bureau, but his father was determined not to do it, he was determined to leave the government, and he was determined to bury his head and study. A little problem. He chose land issues in China to do special research. Since then, he has become a frequent visitor to the National Beijing Library. In this first-class library, he read books on land issues and took notes. He occasionally bought A few old books, such as Xiang Naiqi's "Land Issues", Wang Guoding's "History of China's Land System", etc. Sometimes, he also brings me to this library, he reads his adult books, I read my children's books, The reading between father and son constitutes the most memorable picture in my life. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, my father was in danger of being falsely accused of being a "traitor" by the Kuomintang because he fought against the Japanese early and the timing of the resistance was not the same as that of the Kuomintang, so he had to make some preparations. So he went back to his hometown in Northeast China alone.At that time, ordinary people could not get transportation, so he had to walk back to the northeast on foot, but when he reached Shanhaiguan, he was blocked by the Communist Party and had to turn back.Later, I walked again for the second time before going back to my hometown. Dad carried the name of "traitor" in the enemy-occupied area and worked underground. For the sake of safety, he did not clarify his image. I was too young at the time and didn't know the details. I always misunderstood him. October 1961 On the 10th, I wrote to Hu Shi, mentioning that my father was doing underground work, "but I doubt that he is serious about his work."Later, Wu Huanzhang signed a secret document proving his father's innocence, which was addressed to Guo Zijun, the then head of the KMT's secret service. Only after it was transferred to me did I understand the truth.Wu Huanzhang's secret document finally saved his father from being imprisoned after the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan. As for the credit for his anti-Japanese war and underground work, of course, there is no reward. If you don't go to jail, you are a reward. The mediocrity and generosity of God! Dad’s story has drawn a joke picture, which is: As a Chinese under the Kuomintang rule, it’s wrong not to be patriotic, but it’s not fun to be patriotic instead of talking about it, but to unite words and deeds. ——If you want to be patriotic, you must be with the Kuomintang forever. You have to love alone, no matter how much credit you have made, if you don’t use "traitors" to punish you, it means that the party is benevolent.My father learned this lesson painfully throughout his life.Therefore, when Japan left and the Communist Party came, he learned to be good. He knew that this time he must seize the Kuomintang and never separate from the Kuomintang. If the Kuomintang comes back, he must be a "traitor" again.Therefore, he decided to rush to board the bus, escape in advance, and follow the Kuomintang to the ends of the world and to the ends of the earth, never to be separated again.In the end, there is a sky beyond the sky, and there is a sea outside the sea. He followed him to Taiwan, and just like that, our whole family arrived in Taiwan. I was not yet fourteen years old at that time, and I had no right to make decisions. Everything was decided by my father.The purpose of my father's coming to Taiwan is indeed not as grand as others. He can't keep up with all the principles of saving the country, saving the people, opposing the Communist Party and resisting Russia.He came to Taiwan only because he was afraid that the Kuomintang would call him a "traitor" again.Dad's "traitor phobia" is the fundamental reason why our family came to Taiwan: others are afraid of the Communist Party to come to Taiwan, but we are afraid of the Kuomintang to come to Taiwan. There is nothing more ridiculous in the world than this. As far as I can remember, my family lived at No. 44, Neiwubu Street, Dongcheng District, Beijing. That was the house rented by Shen Mingsan (most people call him Second Lord Shen, and our juniors call him Second Tailord), and we lived back and forth. ten years.My earliest memory at No. 44 A, Ministry of Internal Affairs Street is: one night, a wounded pigeon flew over, we bandaged it up, and after it recovered from the injury, it didn’t fly away anymore and became a member of the family. member.Unexpectedly, one day a cat pounced on it and killed it. We were very sad.At that time, cats had to be kept at home, because the house was very old and there were too many mice.Rats are rampant in broad daylight, through the iron bars of the gutters, to bite the chickens that walk past the iron bars.The mention of chicks also aroused my aftertaste.Country people in Beijing hawk chickens along the street, pick up two very flat baskets with a pole, and open the lid of the baskets at the door of the house, and suddenly there are one or two hundred chicken heads, bearded and yellow, each of them is in the same place. Yao is crying every time, it is very cute.The chicken seller grabs one or two and puts them in the palm of his hand. He specially introduces them, so that you have to buy them if it itches.Besides raising chickens, there are also cats and dogs at home.Cats and dogs are all for practical purposes, and cats and dogs are not as pampered as they are now. At that time, cats and dogs seemed to be dirty.There are also many legends about cats. For example, when grandma, grandpa, and grandma die, cats must be locked up, because it is said that cats jump over dead bodies, and dead bodies will sit up. , no one dared to take risks, so the cat had to be locked up. When I was six years old, I got chronic appendicitis.At first it was a stomachache. My family thought it was a common problem, so they used a hot water bottle to apply it for me. As a result, the more I applied it, the worse it became, and the festering opened, which became peritonitis.Dad felt something was wrong, so he asked Dr. Guan Songtao to come and see him. Dr. Guan is the director of surgery at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and the number one doctor in China. He concluded that it was appendicitis and had to be operated on.I heard that the stomach was going to be operated on, and the whole family was unanimously against it. Grandpa, grandma, and grandma all firmly believed that Chinese medicine can be good, so why should we use Western medicine?Everyone was talking all over the place, which made Dad feel embarrassed.Fortunately, Dr. Guan said: "It's okay to have a knife, if not, just sew it up." So my father decided to have a knife. I was admitted to Donghua Hospital. On the day of the operation, the doctor pressed chloroform into my nostrils and asked me to count with him. I counted to thirty with him before I passed the anesthesia.After being cut open, the cecum was rotten. To remove the pus, two leather tubes were inserted, which could not be sealed. It took more than 20 days before I could get out of bed. When I got out of bed, my legs were so weak that I couldn't walk. Dad was so happy with his right decision that I survived a serious illness.Grandparents have nothing to say about western medicine, they just think that if they are seen by Chinese medicine, they can still be optimistic.It can be seen that the concept of traditional Chinese medicine is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is really terminally ill.I don't know how many people have been killed by this idea. After recovering from illness, Maolin accompanied me to Dr. Guan's house to thank him.Dr. Guan’s family courtyard is very big, he knew that I like birds, so he gave a special bird named “Director Li’s Young Master”.I heard that Dr. Guan lived in Taipei in his later years, and I have always missed him very much.I read "The Biography of Ding Wenjiang" written by Hu Shi, and when I saw Doctor Guan flying to rescue Ding Wenjiang, I felt very kind.Once or twice after arriving in Taiwan, the doctor checked my body, saw that the cecum had been operated on, and heard that the knife was operated by Guan Songtao, they would praise him as a famous doctor, which shows the status of Dr. Guan in Westernized Chinese medicine. When I got appendicitis, penicillin and other famous drugs were not available, so cutting the appendix was not a small operation.It's a minor operation now. From the east corner of Neiwubu Street, turn left to Chaoyangmen South Street, then turn right, and you will find Fresh Alley.Fresh Alley has Fresh Alley Primary School.This elementary school is my enlightenment school.It is divided into two parts. The north of the road in the middle of the hutong is the branch school, including the first and second grades and the playground; further forward, the south of the road is the school headquarters, including the third to sixth grades, music classrooms, and the principal's office.The school headquarters has five rows of houses and three rows on the side. The second and third rows are the tallest and the earliest. They have a majestic appearance. They are more than three hundred years old.They turned out to be the living temples of Wei Zhongxian, the great eunuch of the Ming Dynasty!After Ming Sizong came to power, Wei Zhongxian hanged himself, and his ancestral halls were naturally ruined.No one could have imagined that Fresh Hutong Primary School took over the Shengsheng Temple three hundred years later. In 1942, when I was seven years old, I entered the first grade of Fresh Hutong Primary School. At that time, I was spoiled and spoiled at home, and I was very timid. It was my first time to go to school, and I was not used to it, so Maolin accompanied me.He stood outside the classroom window and kept watching me through the window. While listening to the class teacher, I watched Maolin nervously.In the first grade, Ren is a female teacher surnamed Shi. She wears rimless glasses, is amiable and beautiful.There were no kindergartens at that time, and I was in the first grade of primary school. I remember that there were only three words in the first lesson-"It's dawn".In fact, I had memorized it at home at that time, and I had read children's books such as "Little Bear Plays Back at School" and "The Puppy Comes Home". My level was already pretty good.However, at that time there were still private schools. Some primary school students transferred to primary schools after studying in private schools, so they could memorize them. I should not be the only one.Maolin accompanies me to class through the window and out of the window, and when it is over, I can fully adapt to primary school life and quickly learn how to "I'll sue the teacher".Once when I was urinating, a naughty little boy pushed me behind my back. I couldn’t stand still, and my hands sank into the urinal. I quickly reported to the teacher. The teacher asked who pushed me. I don’t know the little boy. name, had to walk over to him and drag him out.Once, I saluted a male teacher at the school gate. While saluting, I yelled, "Good morning, teacher, maybe there was something wrong with the male teacher that day, and suddenly scolded me face to face. I was so sad that I went home and cried loudly.Uncle Wu found out that the male teacher was his student, so he ran to scold him.I can still remember this incident more than 50 years later. I believe that people who run education must be careful about their attitude towards children.Young children are the most vulnerable. In 1943, I entered the second grade at the age of eight. The grade teacher was a male teacher surnamed Cui. He was very rigid and taciturn.He always wears an old "Indanthrene" blue cloth robe. He does not speak when he enters the classroom, but takes out a feather duster and cleans the desks and chairs of the podium. He cleans slowly and regularly, including the edges under each tabletop. Don't let go.He didn't say a word during the cleaning process, and our whole class didn't say a word, watching him clean up every day.Looking back now, this man is probably a bit of a clean freak.Teacher Cui is good at teaching books, but he is too serious.I remember he scolded me once, saying: "Li Ao, get out!" I forgot the reason.Teacher Cui's blue cloth gown left me the earliest impression of the gown. Since Fresh Hutong Primary School is an old house, there are many ghosts and legends.I only have one adventure.When I was in class one day in the second grade, I was sitting in the last seat in the left back corner of the classroom. Suddenly my whole body seemed to be haunted, my mind was clear, but I couldn’t move. It took a while, and my memory is still fresh.Thirty years later, I slept on the floor of the Military Law Office of the Police Headquarters, and woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and this phenomenon happened again. I knew it was just a "nightmare" experience.I don't believe in strange powers and gods in my life, but many classrooms in Fresh Hutong Primary School have a rather sinister air, which sometimes makes people feel creepy. Teacher Cui died of lung disease soon, and a female teacher came to replace him.The whole class regained its lively atmosphere.In the drawing class, I always draw cars, and the female teacher appreciates the cars I draw.My impression of cars was established in Taiyuan. At that time, few children were as "modernized" as I was. They wanted to draw, and most of them drew foreign cars, which were rickshaws. In 1944, he entered the third grade at the age of nine, and moved to the main school to take classes. At the beginning, there were two characteristics. One was that there was a music classroom in the music class, and the other was that he started to learn Japanese.The host of the music classroom is Mr. Yang, a senior teacher in this elementary school. He has a bald and big forehead, and he is very energetic.Playing the organ is more energetic.The school is too poor to afford a piano, and the organ is also unique.The first song we learned was "Fly", and the lyrics were "Fei Fei Fei Fei Fei Fei Fei, fly to the Mandarin Duck Tianfang Grassland, Fei Fei Fei Fei Fei Fei Fei." There are three sentences in total.I have also studied "The Big Northwest Wind" co-written by Liu Fu (Bannong) and Zhao Yuanren—— What a strong northwest wind, flying into a forest. It makes the woods dance, one two three four whirr. It says aloud to the woods: It's getting late, Everyone should work harder, one, two, three, four. Singing this song in winter, the heat is so hot that it smokes in the cold winter, it is very energetic. During the season of singing "The Big Northwest Wind", the classrooms were freezing to death, so there was only one stove for each classroom, but the school only provided stoves, and the fuel could not be supplied.The fuel is brought by the whole class every day with coal.It is the responsibility of the students who arrive first in the class to light the fire.There are generally two kinds of stoves in Beijing. One is coal-fired, which is used for foreign stoves, which is used for heating in winter, and water can also be boiled on it; Can cook and keep warm.This kind of stove needs to be lit in the yard when it’s a few degrees below zero in the morning. If it’s a few degrees below zero in the morning, the fire won’t work on the left or the right, and your hands will freeze into carrots. It doesn't stop.With this kind of stove, you can’t be lazy when refilling the coal. If you refill the briquettes and are lazy and don’t take them outside, or invite them in while they are still blazing blue flames, everyone will be in danger of gas poisoning. In Beijing dialect, This is called "coal smoked", and the victim went to the yard to eat northwest wind and drink sauerkraut soup; in severe cases, he died.The briquette fuel used in this kind of stove is made of coal foam, crushed coal, and colloidal loess, just like shaking the Lantern Festival.The coal briquettes workers, nicknamed "coal blacks", when they shake the briquettes, they first make a coal paste with an area of ​​two to three pings, and then cut them with a shovel, and cut them horizontally at a distance of more than an inch. , and then change the direction, or cut horizontally. After cutting in this way, it becomes a small square grid, and then when it is placed in the sieve for remote shaking, first put a flower pot under it, and then put the sieve on the flower pot.The coal shaker squatted on the ground and shook his arms alternately from side to side.The flower pot under the sieve is like a shaft. While shaking, you have to pay attention to spreading out the sticky ones, and you have to sprinkle some coal foam at any time. After shaking, the small cubes in the sieve gradually rock into black ping pong balls. After drying , it is available.Coal balls are generally one hundred catties for a large load, fifty catties for the front and back, fifty catties for the front and back, and twenty-five catties for the front and back. Poor people also bought fifty catties at a time.No matter how poor the family is, it doesn't matter how many catties they buy, and they become "coal nuclei pickers".The so-called coal nubs mean that no matter burning coal or briquettes, residues will be left after the fire is put together.When they came across a piece of coal, they thought there was something in it, so they beat it for a while to knock off the ashes. If there were any unburned black hearts in the middle, they put them into small bamboo baskets. Burn at home for a day and a half.Because of this residual value, on the garbage dump, we often see children wearing dirty and torn cotton-padded jackets and trousers, with their necks shrunk, two lines of clear nose coming out from the cold, rummaging through the garbage dump.Of course, these children have no money to study. The Japanese invaded China. In Taiwan and Northeast China, Japanese classes were taught from the first grade of primary school; in North China, from the third grade of primary school.At that time, every primary school had a Japanese consultant, and the daily affairs consultant of Fresh Hutong Primary School was called "Shi Du" (?), and we nicknamed him "Shizhu".This Japanese has a friendly attitude and writes good calligraphy in Japanese style, which is often written out as a weekly focus.I remember he wrote the word "posture" and posted it on the bulletin board, asking everyone to pay attention to "posture".I was taught Japanese by a male teacher. At that time, I hated Japan for invading China, I didn’t like learning Japanese, and my grades were very bad.When I took the report card home, my father said, "Hating Japan and learning Japanese are two different things. To learn something, you have to learn it well." So I started to get angry, and finally got 100 points in the test. In 1945, he entered the fourth grade of elementary school at the age of ten, and the Anti-Japanese War was won.The survivors who have lived in the occupied areas for eight years naturally yearn for everything in Chongguang, and those of us who are primary school students are no exception.After a while, one of the best elementary school students appeared, his name was Zhan Yongjie.Zhan Yongjie is very good-looking, with a round face, red cheeks, a pair of big and bright eyes, and an eloquent mouth, he suddenly stood out and became popular in the fourth grade class.It turns out that Zhan Yongjie knows most of everything that has been blocked in the past eight years. He can recite "The Will of the Father of the Nation", he can read "Three People's Principles", he can sing "National Anthem of the Republic of China", and he can also sing "March of the Volunteers". ... In the second semester of the fourth grade, he even mobilized his classmates to boycott a big man named Qi Fengming, saying that Qi Fengming bullied us and used his fists every now and then. .Because I was fisted by Qi Fengming in the second grade, I wanted revenge for a long time. Now when Zhan Yongjie made an attack, I was naturally the first to respond, so I fought Qi Fengming together.When Qi Fengming saw that there were so many people, he was frustrated. The teacher in charge of the grade, Ms. Lu, scolded me afterwards and said, "I didn't expect you to be so fierce!" In fact, I didn't expect that I was such a fierce person. No.Zhan Yongjie has a lot of miscellaneous books at home, and he often exchanges them with me, which has made me improve a lot in the breadth of reading materials.Later, Zhan Yongjie and I also had "falling roots" on the back of the head ("falling roots" are glasses-sized hairs on the back of the head. This kind of hair that grows from lanugo is also called "filial hair". Weaving small braids, because it is very short, it is said that even ghosts can’t catch them, and they can live a long life, so it is also called "Ghost Seeing Sorrow"), and wear "golden hoop earrings" on the left ear (on the day of the full moon, the left ear is pierced and the "golden hoop" is worn. "Earrings", which means that they are set up and safe, and the bride won them on the wedding night), the three of them were in my house, burning incense and worshiping, and worshiped the handles. This is of course influenced by Liu Guan and Zhang Taoyuan's sworn brotherhood.Dad liked Zhan Yongjie very much and said he was really good looking. When he saw us worshiping our brothers together, he also told us not to "pull up the incense head" (meaning to break up brothers). When I finish the fourth grade, I will be issued a diploma first. This is the first diploma in my life, and the content is as follows: Graduation certificate student Li Ao is from Weixian County, Shandong Province. He is 12 years old and has finished his elementary school in our school. pass this certificate Zhang Ruike, principal of Beiping Municipal Fresh Hutong Primary School July Day, Thirty-five Years of the Republic of China Twelve years old is an old-fashioned calculation, counting from conception, so you will be one year older after birth.The stamp on the diploma was stamped with the words "Temporarily use the old novelty, because after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, the Kuomintang went crazy and went crazy with "name change", changing the good "Peking Municipal Fresh Hutong Primary School" to the ugly "Peking Municipal District One" The headmaster of the Jiubao National School has also been changed, and because there is no acceptance, the old one is temporarily used. The Kuomintang took advantage of one of the prestige of victory in the War of Resistance Against Japan when the so-called director of the Education Bureau of Peiping, Wang Jigao, came to inspect.The chief of the bureau, on the eve of the siege of the Communist Party, had run away first.It turned out that before the siege, Fu Zuoyi, the local leader of the Kuomintang, declared that he would "swear to live and die with Peiping." Domestic airports, etc., determined to perform in a serious manner.But Wang Jigao saw that the so-called "swear to live and die with Peking" was a lie, so he fled to Nanjing first.As soon as Wang Jigao left, Fu Zuoyi was furious and called the Central Committee, please intercept Wang Jigao.But before intercepting it, Fu Zuoyi surrendered.In the mainland, the Kuomintang often performs the trick of "coexistence and death", but those who really believe in it, it is too late to escape.Later, the princes of Gungun who came to Taiwan were all a group of people who absolutely did not believe in their vows of "coexistence and death", but they were not confident, so they could break their promises, sad husband! Another thing that the Kuomintang took advantage of one of the prestige of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War was He Yingqin, the commander-in-chief of the army, to express consolation.Primary school students all over Beijing lined up on both sides of the road, and it was no problem to greet them like a ceremony.We poor elementary school students also participated in welcoming American soldiers to the north.The big old beauties swaggered past in the truck, and we greeted them with respect, not to mention.The American soldiers going north is a concrete action by the Americans to support the Kuomintang. Everyone had a good impression of the old Americans at first, but then they made a scene and finally raped Shen Chong, a second-year female student in the Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Literature of Peking University, which aroused public outrage and then went back. . In 1946, I entered the fifth grade at the age of eleven, which was regarded as a "high school".Classroom No. 5 is the last classroom in the school, hidden and gloomy.The grade teacher is Wang Hengqing. She is an optimistic, eloquent, and persuasive teacher. Except when she was born, her brother took over as a substitute teacher. Taught us to read ancient Chinese prose such as "The Inscription of the Humble Room", "Returning to the Homecoming", "Ode to the Autumn Sound", and "The Words of the Orange Sellers".的课外书读得愈来愈多，成绩已脱颖而出。1947年十二岁念六丙时候，我当选班上自治会主席，又是学校图书馆馆长、又是模范儿童，那时詹永杰在六甲，已经成绩不如我了。王恒庆老师跟我们同学感情极好，但有一次被我们气得赌气不教了，走出教室，我跑出去，把她迎面推了回来。王恒庆老师是我小学时代最怀念的老师。我小时候，长得“真人不露相”，面目慈祥，同学们给我起外号，叫“老太太”，王恒庆老师也这样跟着叫，她能和学生打成一片，由此可见。王恒庆老师生小孩时候，她的哥哥来代课，此公身材很高，写了一手整整齐齐的黑板字，为我生平仅见。他在我作文上批“意短情长，允称佳作”，给我最大的鼓励。他最喜欢讲《聊斋》故事给我们听，陆判也、织成也，把《聊斋》人物讲得鬼气森森，最令我们倾倒。 教劳作的老师外号“老头”，是齐白石的学生。他宿舍里琳琅满目。艺术奇珍甚多。他教我们刻印，第一次我刻“竹报平安”四个字，刻得不错。有些顽皮的男生不肯刻，只用朱笔偷偷描成印文，去骗“老头”。“老头”一看，劈头就揍。顽皮的男生们个个恨他，在劳作课前，常常用毛笔画“打倒老头”图文在镜子上，再用镜子反射日光照在墙上，好像电影一样，全班大笑。不久“老头”进来，追查此事，又是一个个狠揍一顿。 最令我魂牵梦萦的，是在新鲜胡同小学中，有我神秘的初恋。这女孩子叫张敏英，北京人，长得清秀脱俗，长形的脸，眼睛不大，但是晶莹而有灵气。她身材高瘦、性情温和，是最最可爱的小女生。功课也好，尤其写了一手好字。我最初感到她的存在，是在四年级的时候，她在我隔壁班上。五年级后，她和我同分到五丙，老师排座位，一度还并排在一起，令我感到一种莫可名状的快乐。六年级后，她和我较熟起来，下课回家，偶尔走在一起，童子军在校门口站岗时候，她也和我一组过，她穿着女童军的制服，姿态优美，令我心动。我只看她哭过一次，是一次考试没考好，我一路安慰她，看她泪眼。看她楚楚可怜，非常喜欢她。我做图书馆长的时候，她做我副手，有一次犯了小错，我开玩笑，拉住她的手，轻打她手心，她装得很疼的样子，给我的快感，令我毕生难忘，对张敏英，我从来没有表示出我对她的情爱，我把一切都遮盖住了，我不知道她是否知道她是我魂牵梦萦的心底的情人，我一直把她视同我的初恋情人，虽然这次初恋，实在没有什么实绩可寻，但它一直在我心底，充满了美丽的回忆。我一生忧患，所存美丽的回忆无多，但是对张敏英的每一件，都是令我最感温馨。最感神往的。人生一世，能有这样清纯的、单一的回忆而不掺杂任何俗情与尘网，洵属罕见，而它却是罕见中的极品。我一生中的许多经历，都不想重过。但是如果时光倒流、少年可再，我梦魂所依，除此而外，却无复他求。——只为了她是我第一个小女生、只为了她是我永恒的小情人、只为了那一段少年奇情、只为了那一场春梦无痕的初恋，我愿在时光倒流中停止，在停止中死去，我并不希冀她做我的朱丽叶，但我若能长眠在她怀里，我就宁愿不活十三岁以后的我了。 1948年十三岁，小学毕业了。毕业前碰上姥姥去世，所以我对张敏英和其他同学都在意料之外没有再见了。直到四十年后，小学同学章棣和随中央交响乐团来台，他是团中的首席双簧管，带来了詹永杰的问讯，我才跟永杰恢复了联络。永杰初一就加入了中国共产党，现在做到大学教授，我看到他们和鲁老师的合照，顿觉往事历历、恍然如昨。我侧面打听张敏英在哪里，但是没有答案，也许他们不愿把答案给我，朦胧下去也许就是最好的答案了。 小学毕业后考中学，我考了四中和师大附中，都考取了。四中还考了第一名，爸爸代我去看榜，他从榜尾看起，愈看愈心凉，没想到状元当头的，竟是自己儿子。事实上，我的家人并不完全知道我的实力，我从小酷爱读书，并且文科理科都好。我受了顾均正《少年化学实验法》一书的启迪，在小学六年级就有了私人的理化实验室。我刻了一个木营—“李敖实验室”，保存至今，藏书中还有《化学仪器吹制法》、《儿童实用科学大纲》等，也保存至今。后来离开北京，实验室没经费了，我的兴趣便向文科一面倒了。 小学六年级时候，我开始向北京的“好国民”杂志投稿，刊出有“妄心”、“人类的冷藏”等文，这是我发表文字之始，从十二岁到我写这本回忆录时六十二岁，我已足足有五十年的发表资历了。