Chapter 6 bangzi sound

When the six-month-long "Four Clean-ups" movement was coming to an end, Mrs. Bangzi became the director of the newly established Association of Poor and Lower-Middle Peasants in the Bangzijing Brigade. The head of the "Siqing" task force in the Bangzijing brigade explained this decision reasonably: What kind of contradiction does "hoping for people to be poor" belong to?If we look at the two major cases exposed by Comrade Huang Guiying during the movement (the nouveau riche Hu Zhenhan and the reactionary writer Hu Xuewen), they are just iron-clad examples of her high class consciousness. very!

The old lady of Bangzi was not a conspirator who deliberately seeks power and political power, but when the head of the work team came to her home to visit the poor and ask the poor, she asked her about the two current main leaders of Bangzijing Village, Hu Changhai and Hu Zhenwu. When commenting, she said that she was bullied and isolated in Bangzijing Village. She accidentally told about Hu Zhenhan planting sweet potatoes on the river beach and then building a new tile-roofed house, and about Hu Xuewen's mother coming to scold her. Listen seriously, and write it down in your notebook... Hu Zhenhan sold red sweet potatoes at a high price during the difficult period of the country.After analysis, Hu Xuewen's article was found to be a poisonous weed of offensive nature, and it was suggested that the county education bureau deal with it, because Hu Xuewen's administrative relationship belongs to the education system.In all fairness, Mrs. Bangzi hid under the elm tree and wrote down the number of 41 carts of sweet potatoes harvested by Hu Zhenhan and his wife from the river beach. Because of his curiosity, he wanted to know the family secrets of Hu Zhenhan and his wife.Unexpectedly, the captain of the "Four Cleans" task force needs such personal and physical evidence...

The poor and lower-middle peasants in Bangzijing Village accepted this decision, and they all raised their fists to the old lady Bangzi at the election meeting.Everyone understands in their hearts that the members of the work team keep saying: "We must rely on the poor and lower-middle peasants", but what is the reality?The poor and lower-middle peasants have to follow the work team to speak in everything; otherwise, be careful to be frustrated! As the basis for this unacceptable fact, Hu Zhenwu, the former captain of the Bangzijing brigade, put on the hat of a landlord and sweeps the streets every morning!Such an unexpected thing has become a real fact, so it is almost a matter of course for the old lady of Bangzi to be appointed as the director of the poor association.There is no need to pursue its legality and rationality.There are too many unexpected things, and the whole of China is entering a period where unexpected and strange things happen almost every day.

In contrast to the fact that Mrs. Bangzi was appointed as the director of the Poor Association, the captain of the "Siqing" task force collapsed in an instant! The member meeting to announce the new list of leaders at all levels and departments of the Bangzijing Brigade is in progress. The team leader has just announced the name of Huang Guiying, the director of the Poor Association. venue.A dozen or so men and women jumped out of the car, all wearing yellow military uniforms and red sleeves. They couldn't help but lift up the team leader by twisting his arms and dragging his legs, and threw them into the car compartment.The male and female commune members of Bangzi Bing Village who were in a meeting were stunned. This old comrade who never said anything about "revolution", how suddenly... the old lady of Bangzi was so frightened that her face was as yellow as wax, and her legs trembled.

"This is the 'capitalist roader' of our unit! The 'Three Antis'!" A middle-aged man stood on the car and announced to the frightened Bangzijing members, "Welcome the poor and lower-middle peasants to rebel with us..." The car rolled up a billow of dust and smoke, and drove out of the village. Now, no one can tell whether the cadre candidates announced by the team leader still count?The old lady Bangzi never performed her duties as director of the Poor Association, and Bangzijing Village has been thrown into chaos by factional struggles. Amid fierce slogans and terrifying gunshots, the old and timid peasants in Bangzijing Village huddled on the kang and spent the first turbulent Spring Festival since liberation 18 years ago.On the night of the Lunar New Year's Eve, the gunshots on Nanyuan behind Bangzijing Village continued all night long.The two factions were at war, gunshots replaced firecrackers, every house closed their doors, holding dumplings in fear... The old cadres were defeated by the "Siqing" work team, the new team was automatically disbanded in the fighting, the wheat was not fertilized, and there was no winter irrigation , What do you harvest in Xia Harvest?How are you doing?Grain Rain has passed...

Two young PLA soldiers came to Bangzijing and took tough and emergency measures. No matter how the two factions expressed how they dared to revolutionize and rebel, they had to accept the leadership of the old lady Bangzi. In the countryside, the poor and lower-middle peasants are the leaders of.Two representatives from each faction formed a five-member temporary leadership group, with Huang Guiying, director of the Poor Association, as the group leader. A seal engraved with the words of the Bangzijing Revolutionary Leading Group was solemnly entrusted to the old lady Bangzi by a soldier of the People's Liberation Army.In the heart of the Granny Bangzi who was close to the fiftieth mark, there was a burst of joy and a burst of sorrow, and the sorrow and joy were intertwined, and her hands trembled.It is a symbol of power.The leaders of the two opposing factions representing Bangzi tried their best to get the seal wrapped in red silk into their hands.The soldiers of the People's Liberation Army were not fooled, and gave her both hands. She was afraid of causing disaster by holding this seal, and panicked in her heart.The soldiers of the People's Liberation Army encouraged her by saying that the army they supported left was stationed in the commune office, and there was a whole row of people!

She took the seal and came.There is no desk with a lock at home, and it is even less safe to put it in the brigade office, so I put it in a cardboard box with finished snacks, and put it in the kiln dug out of the wall above the Kang head.It's safest here. Every time the clapper old lady wiped the round handle of this seal and pressed it down, although she would inevitably get the characters reversed, her mood was sacred.Anyway, as long as there are these scarlet letters! Xu Shi was frightened by the might of the People's Liberation Army, no matter how tricky the leaders of the two factions were in their hearts, they had to accept the lead of Mrs. Bangzi on the surface.No matter how frightened Jingrong Lao Wu was, he could not but accept repeated heart-to-heart persuasion by PLA soldiers.Most farmers who still want to rely on the land of Bangzijing to support their children have thought very little about it. No matter who they are, as long as they can stand up and lead the commune members to work at the critical moment of spring plowing and production, it will be fine!The old lady Bangzi came into being, and people are grateful to the People's Liberation Army for supporting a person who can pull the bell rope in Bangzijing Village.

"Hurry up and prepare the cotton fields!" Someone actively suggested to the old lady Bangzi.She assigned members to plow the cotton fields. "It's time to plant rice seedlings!" people who want to rely on Bangzijing Village for food continued to suggest.Mrs. Bangzi immediately assigned a few skilled old farmers to plant rice seedlings. Although she was not very proficient in various crops, she was much better than ordinary women and was willing to listen to everyone's suggestions. Several urgent agricultural tasks have been laid out and progress has been made. The experienced farmers are quietly discussing in private that this clapper-faced wife is a good cadre!When Hu Jingrong saw his mother-in-law being praised by others, he felt much better. He often reminded her of the loopholes she had forgotten after falling asleep at night: it was time to clear the silt in the artesian irrigation canal!It's no small matter to tap soybeans on the edge of the canal!Mrs. Bangzi will send someone to dig the canal for some beans the next day.

The production of the Bangzijing brigade under the leadership of Mrs. Bangzi gradually expanded, and the farmers began to feel at ease, and their confidence also increased.Her body, which had never given birth in her life, became stronger and stronger. When she walked, her legs and feet seemed to be shortened all of a sudden.His speaking voice was also different from the past. It was higher and crisper, straight and strong, without muddling, and sounded like a rattling clapper.The young people imitated her tone and talked and laughed, but the old people kept berating the young people, saying, what does it matter if they look like clappers?As long as she can keep everyone full, even if she speaks like a gong!

No wonder Mrs. Bangzi was hurrying back and forth in the village alleys, talking, she was too busy.The internal and external affairs of Bangzijing Village, the revolution and production, superiors and inferiors, major and minor matters, were all concentrated on her. Just after seeing off two cadres sent by the commune to inspect the work of the Great Criticism, two strangers on bicycles walked into the yard of Mrs. Bangzi's house. "Director Huang, this is our letter of introduction." One of the older visitors, handed a printed letter of introduction to Mrs. Bangzi, "We want to know someone from you."

The old lady Bangzi took the letter of introduction and saw that there was a red mark on it. Although she couldn't read, she put it on the table with confidence and said casually, "Whose problems do you want to know?" "Hu Yumin from our unit, his hometown is in your village. We want to know his social relations." "Well... there is such a person." The old lady Bangzi thought for a while, and then said, "This person's family lives in Xi'an City, and he never comes back. There is no one at home." "We found out that he made 'rebellious' remarks in the 'clearing team', and wanted to know more about his family officials..." "This man...his father died early, his mother remarried, he went to the city begging for food, and made paste for a family's paste factory; after liberation, I heard that he became rich..." "He was born as a worker." The visitor said, "But since the 'Cultural Revolution', all he said was reactionary..." "There is no one in his house." Mrs. Bangzi said, "I don't know how he behaved in your place." "Hmm..." The visitor was obviously disappointed. After dozens of miles, he found this remote mountain village from Xi'an and found nothing. He said unwillingly, "What is his grandfather doing?" "His master is also a farmer." After the bangzi old lady replied, she recalled an important memory, "His master...do you want to say it?" "His master... is also an important relative!" The visitor's eyes flashed with hope, "Although there are three generations, it can be used as a reference." "His master used to be a bandit...about when? Anyway, when all men wore braids." Mrs. Bangzi recalled, "I heard people say that his master was beaten to death by Zhengjia Villagers, and his body was carried back to Bangzijing , the township party has no one to carry and bury it..." "Please be more specific." "That's all." "What's his master's name?" "Can't remember..." "Please seal it." The visitor repeated the recorded text, and then sent the densely written red grid paper to the old lady Bangzi. The old lady Bangzi didn't even look at it (she couldn't read), she took out the round seal from the snack box, dipped it in the ink pad box, put it in front of her mouth and let out a breath, pressed it down solemnly, lifted it up to have a look, it was very Well, the writing is legible.It seems that only when this round lump is covered can the material look like a material. "Excuse me, Director Huang." The visitor bid farewell to her with satisfaction, pushed the bicycle, and left. The clapper old lady smiled and sent the guests on their way.When she returned to the house again, she saw Jing Rong's fifth child running around in the yard in a panic, looking like he was on fire. "What made you so anxious?" Mrs. Bangzi asked hurriedly. "Go back to the house and talk about it." Jingrong Lao Wu said angrily. The two walked into the back room one after another and sat down. "I said you..." Jing Rong's fifth child complained angrily, speaking poorly. "What's the matter with me?" The old lady Bangzi also didn't understand, and asked angrily. "You... oh!" Jing Rong's old Wu patted the edge of the kang, "What do you say... what does the master do?" "What's the matter with whose master I said?" "What do you think Master Yumin did when he was a bandit?" Jing Rong's fifth brother finally said it.He broke firewood in the backyard, eavesdropped on the entire conversation between his wife and the visitor through the rear window, and his eyes were about to turn red. "Oh! That's it—" Mrs. Bangzi smiled relievedly, "People asked me!" "People only asked about his master's generation. You told about his master." "Responsible to the organization!" Granny Bangzi suddenly changed her tone, "It's a fact that his master is a bandit!" "See you here?" Jing Rong Lao Wu raised his bar in a hurry. "I've heard it said." The old lady Bangzi didn't show any weakness. "Who did you listen to?" "I……" It became an inextricable dispute between the old couple. "This is an organization-to-organization matter." The old lady Bangzi raised her voice and solemnly warned the backward old man who didn't care about politics. ... Never mind!" When Jing Rong Laowu heard his wife say that officials were oppressing others, he couldn't help but get angry, and the smoke pot "clanged" and raised his voice: "The Communist Party is telling the truth, so why are you talking nonsense?" "Which thing I said is not true?" The old lady Bangzi's voice became higher, as if arguing, "His master was a bandit, who doesn't know?" Jing Rong's fifth son softened.If they made a noise and publicized the content of their old couple's conversation, the result would definitely be worse.Since he couldn't hold back his wife, he held back his anger and said earnestly: "Good for you! You don't see how messed up the world is, and all good people suffer! From the words of those two people, We can hear that Hu Yumin of our village is also suffering now! He is here to investigate and punish people, and you are still talking about things that happened a few lifetimes ago, isn't it just adding fuel to the flames?" "Your thinking should be criticized! At the meeting in the commune, the director of the Revolutionary Committee said to criticize the idea of ​​'good old man'!" The old lady Bangzi was even more proud, and laughed at her old man with a backward head, "You just work to earn work points..." Jing Rong's fifth child was completely defeated. Seeing the old woman's complacent face, he snorted in disgust, and walked out the door with his cigarette bag in his hand.Although she is the head of Bangzi Bingcun, she is his mother-in-law after all, and he stirs in the same pot during the day and kicks on the kang at night. He has to take care of her words and deeds from the perspective of a man. rationality and safety.This is not just about her alone, it is actually related to the reputation of him and the children they raised who have grown tall... Thinking of this, he attributed his grievances to the people who helped her to the stage .They left, but left endless worries and troubles to the family. He was alone, sitting far away under the elm tree beside the field.Thinking of the current chaotic world, the strange things about people fighting and beating people are constantly circulating, filling his ears. In such a world, how dare he show his face and talk nonsense?His heart felt more and more heavy, and there was always a sense of panic that disaster would come sooner or later.This bastard who doesn't know the world... Mrs. Bangzi continued to receive visitors. There is an endless stream of people who come to visit.Mostly men, occasionally women.They spoke the unfamiliar southern or northern spoken language that Mrs. Bangzi could hardly understand, opened their briefcases with a smile, handed over letters of introduction stamped with red stamps, and described the objects they wanted to know and investigate.The old lady of Bangzi received the guests warmly, poured water, let the smoke out, and then answered them one by one to the best of her knowledge, then stamped the seal of the temporary authority of the Bangzijing Brigade, and sent the guests on their way. The movement continues, with no end in sight.As an integral part of the entire "Cultural Revolution", the team was cleared, the party was consolidated, and the three evils were attacked... The old lady Bangzi just uttered a new term smoothly, and an unfamiliar new term was brought up loudly.She gradually figured out a pattern, when a movement arises, more people come to Bangzijing Village to find her to investigate and understand the situation.She calculated that the Bangzijing of sixty or seventy households, people who worked in Xi'an, the north and south of the province, and even Xinjiang, Beijing, or somewhere in the south, had all sent personnel to visit this place in large factories or small institutions. Under the hidden loess source, in a remote corner on the bank of the small river. Two officers in military uniforms came into Bangzijing. "Director Huang is very busy, and we are interrupting you." The two soldiers said in unison, with a kind and polite attitude, and handed over the letter of introduction first as usual. "It's nothing! It's revolutionary work!" Mrs. Bangzi is used to this kind of politeness, and she has already dealt with it with ease and tact. "If you have any questions, just speak up!" The conversation has officially begun. "There is a man named Hu Xuansheng in your village?" "Yes. Born in the year of the general election." "This young man is serving in our army." "Oh." "This young man has been in the army for two years, and he has performed well." The soldier enthusiastically praised the people's soldier who grew up in Bangzijing Village. "The company wants to train him as a seedling. Let's investigate his social relations." From the mouths of many visitors, Mrs. Bangzi has heard too much and is used to the accidents of the men and women working outside Bangzijing Village. After hearing too much about the misfortunes of those people, she is used to hearing about those misfortunes instead of Listen to this rare and fortunate thing.Since it is cultivated as a seedling, it is self-evident that it is necessary to join the party and be promoted.The old lady Bangzi didn't know what to say to such a person. "Hu Xuansheng's family is poor peasants," she said. "Yes." The soldier nodded and said, "How are your parents doing in the team?" "Average." The old lady Bangzi said, "neither active nor reactionary." The soldier asked worriedly, "Is there any problem?" "It's not a big problem." The old lady Bangzi sighed and said regretfully, "His father's history...complicated..." "Hmm—" The two soldiers looked at each other, and their expressions became focused and serious, which was obviously unexpected. "Someone exposed it in the big-character posters, saying that his father was a soldier ruffian who sold young men for a handful of money. He went and ran away, and sold again when he came back... I heard that he had been to Guangdong and Yunnan..." "Have you ever done anything bad?" the soldier asked in surprise. "I can't tell." The old lady Bangzi said calmly, "I can't tell what the hell happened. Some people say that his father sold a young man to Henan and hid in a landlord's house to do work. It took ten and a half months." , abducted the young lady from the wealthy family..." "Have you investigated this issue?" "I can't find out." The old lady Bangzi said, "We sent people to Henan, where her hometown was. The reservoir was built, the village was moved, and the whereabouts can't be found..." "What... what should I do?" An officer shook his head and said anxiously, "Where can I clarify it?" "We can't do anything about it." The old lady Bangzi said, "I can't figure it out, let's hang it up first..." The two soldiers sighed softly and walked out of the courtyard of Mrs. Bangzi's house.As usual, Mrs. Bangzi sent the guests on their way with a crisp and loud voice: "Walk slowly..."