Chapter 11 fall

People who are used to running around in society and have more experience in the big world, once they have to close themselves in a deserted small courtyard, the loneliness and panic are simply unbearable.The old lady Bangzi closed the back door tightly, and then closed the street door, determined not to walk around the village alleys again, and did not want to earn work points. Jing Rong's fifth son went out to work, and his daughter got married four or five years ago and became a member of someone else's family.The son also married his daughter-in-law three years ago. Because the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was not harmonious, the family separated and moved to Xinzhuangji at the east end of the village.She was left alone in the room now, without a sound, and the mice dared to swim in the room even in broad daylight.

Through the window, one can see the motionless white clouds in the blue sky, the green treetops stretching over the ridge of the roof, and the green terraced fields on the south slope.Spring brings prosperity to nature, but what it brings to Mrs. Bangzi is bitter wind and bitter rain! However, the old lady Bangzi lived in the village alley of Bangzijing after all, and could not isolate herself from the world.The soft spring breeze with the fragrance of grass and trees blows in through the window holes and the cracks in the door. The voices in the streets, the shrill laughter of women, and the voices of men beating and cursing, still cross the soil. The fence came into the small courtyard.She listened to all the voices that bothered everyone.The loudspeaker on the tree branch poured down a lot of news that troubled her, and the old lady Bangzi still couldn't find a place where she could find peace of mind.

For three full days after the rehabilitative meeting, during the day and night, men, women and children in Bangzijing Village rushed to Hu Zhenwu's house to visit, carrying cigarette pipes and dolls in their arms.Near the acquaintances in the village, many men also came into Bangzijing Village and walked straight to the gatehouse of Hu Zhenwu's house.Relatives from far and near of Hu Zhenwu's family also came to celebrate with eggs and shochu... When Hu Zhenhan and his wife moved into the three tile-roofed houses that were refunded, they actually set off a long string of firecrackers at the door...

Two journalists wearing glasses came to Hu Xuewen's house, saying that the newspaper he had published had specially sent someone to visit. The reporters encouraged him to start writing again, and the policy on literature and art was also relaxed... On the third day after the rehabilitative meeting, someone introduced Hu Xuansheng to a partner, and attracted the woman to meet Hu Xuansheng... The life in Bangzijing Village has become chaotic, and it has become a lively scene. The streets and alleys are filled with firewood piles, dung piles and trees, and the fields covered by green wheat, cotton seedlings and rice are everywhere. There was a lot of discussion, and there were rumors of rare things.

But the old lady Bangzi couldn't get out of the street. The old lady Bangzi couldn't figure it out, what could blame her?Where is she wrong?Didn't the head of the "Siqing" work team personally go to her home and try every means to encourage her to expose Hu Zhenhan's "forty-one carts of sweet potatoes"?When she wrote down this number, it was just out of curiosity, and she never thought of exposing it later.Wasn't she elected as the director of the Poor Association by raising their fists?Isn't it the order of the two People's Liberation Army that she is the leader of the temporary leading group?Isn't it a requirement for every meeting of leaders at all levels to let her grasp the struggle against class enemies?She went from the commune to the region to "explain use" step by step. Is it something she can decide on her own?Now, no matter who assigned her to do these things, the peasants in Bangzijing Village just rolled their eyes at her contemptuously!

Hua'er, the accountant of the brigade, announced announcements on the loudspeaker almost every night with a shrill voice, from the county, from the commune, and the announcement of the Bangzijing brigade's own meeting.Some notified the party secretary Hu Changhai to attend, some notified Hu Zhenwu who had just been swarmed onto the stage by the crowd, but not notified Mrs. Bangzi to attend the meeting.The director of the Poor Association was left idle, and the old lady Bangzi was forgotten and left out in the cold by governments at all levels.Over the past ten years, how many times she has participated in meetings of various names at the county and communal levels, and the number of meetings is so numerous that she is bored.Now, there is no chance for her to go out to a meeting for ten days and a half months, it seems that something is seriously lacking in life.Hearing other people go here and there for meetings, she felt very awkward, feeling that she was left out in such a way that she couldn't live anymore.

She had a lot of questions that she couldn't figure out, so she decided to go to the commune to ask the secretary of the party committee, what is the current policy?It happened that Hua'er was on the broadcast that night and notified the director of the Poor Association to go to the commune for a meeting, just in time. Mrs. Bangzi came to the commune early and sat upright on the backrest chair in the front row of the small auditorium of the commune.This is a meeting presided over by the permanent secretary of the commune party committee, which shows its importance.The old lady Bangzi couldn't write, so she concentrated on listening.

Unexpectedly, the document that Secretary Chang read out turned out to be about the abolition of the Poor and Lower-Middle Peasant Association at all levels of government in the countryside.The document said that in the future, the term poor and lower-middle peasants will not be mentioned, only the members of the commune... The old lady Bangzi's ears are humming, and she wonders if there is something wrong with her ears? In this small auditorium, how many times did Secretary Chang emphasize that we must rely on the poor peasants and lower-middle peasants, and grasp the string of class struggle!But now he is reading a document to abolish the Poor Association, has he forgotten what he said in the past?

Regardless of whether Mrs. Bangzi can figure it out or not, the document that Secretary Chang read out was solemnly issued by the provincial party committee.Secretary Chang read the document while explaining.The old lady Bangzi was in a mess, her ears were buzzing, and she couldn't hear a word.A few cadres of the Poor Association sitting nearby were chatting in a low voice, and they were also unexpected and unreasonable words, mixed with complaints.She seemed to be encouraged, and was the first to speak when Secretary Chang asked everyone to discuss. "Chairman Mao said that without poor peasants, there would be no revolution." The old lady Bangzi seemed to be wronged, she was almost in tears, but she asked angrily, "When the old man passed away, what he said doesn't count?"

"Comrade Huang Guiying is very forthright. It's good to put forward what you can't figure out. That's great!" Secretary Chang said with a smile (the old lady Bangzi couldn't tolerate such a careless and relaxed smile), neither angry nor angry. As if he had been mentally prepared for a long time, he looked at the crowd calmly, and asked with a smile, "Comrade Huang Guiying, do you know, in what year did the chairman say this?" "That's what the 'Four Cleans' campaign was about!" The old bangzi blurted out with confidence, without thinking, "The chairman has just talked about it for ten years, so it doesn't work anymore?"

Several young cadres of the Poor Association giggled. They probably knew that Mrs. Bangzi was wrong, and she was wrong too far. "You probably only heard the chairman's words during the 'Four Cleanups'." Secretary Chang stopped smiling, with a serious expression on his face.He has worked in the countryside for many years, and such jokes are no longer surprising.For uneducated peasants, this situation is normal, just as normal as well-informed city dwellers who can't tell millet from millet.He patiently explained, "The chairman said this sentence in 1927, more than 50 years ago. It was repeated during the 'Four Cleanups' movement." "It doesn't matter what year it is, it's always what the old man said." Not only was the old bangzi not embarrassed, but she felt confident, "Isn't it working now?" "More than 50 years ago, the landlord class ruled the Chinese countryside, and the poor peasants were oppressed. The poor peasants were the backbone of the revolution led by the party. Today, 50 years later, the villages are led by the Communist Party. To carry out agricultural modernization, we must unite all peasants The masses, fight the poor and get rich. The situation and situation have already undergone fundamental changes, comrades should be able to figure it out..." "I can't figure it out!" The suffocation accumulated in the old lady's chest finally couldn't be suppressed, and she poked out the question she thought of when she closed the door in her small courtyard, "Now it is: the five types of elements are arrogant , the poor and lower-middle peasants are not good..." "I've heard what Comrade Huang Guiying said in other villages." Secretary Chang still didn't get angry, but seemed mature and tolerant, but said seriously, "We should also ask ourselves: Is there a 'Left' in our minds? Is there anything that went too far in past jobs?" The old lady Bangzi couldn't open her mouth anymore.Have you ever gone too far in the past?This was Secretary Chang's clever criticism of her.How aggrieved she is, how unable to accept this tone!How many times, sitting on the connecting chair in this small auditorium, whenever Secretary Chang arranges any work, the first one is always to focus on class struggle, and the last one is always to engage in production.He arranged for her to catch the sabotage activities of Hu Zhenwu and others, and now he asked her if she had any "left" things.She suddenly thought of a sentence her son scolded her: "The cadres of the commune eat public food and earn wages, and they treat you like a monkey..." Her mind was shaken, did she really answer her son's words, and suddenly felt that she was very respected in the past Leaders are not worthy of being so amiable and respectable! "In my work in the commune in the past few years, I have made many mistakes, mainly caused by 'left' thinking." Secretary Chang stared at the old lady Bangzi sincerely, then swept the entire venue, and said heavily, "I We are preparing for the expanded meeting of the party committee, the center of which is to emancipate the mind and break the dogma of the 'Left'. Everyone is welcome to give opinions to the party committee, especially to myself in the future." The old lady Bangzi calmed down, and the anger in her heart was vented. Since Secretary Chang admitted that she was "left", can she still be "righteous"? "I need to clear my head!" Secretary Chang said sadly, "I lost two ribs during the 'Cultural Revolution', but after returning to work, I made a lot of 'Left' tricks..." It was a look of complete grief, yes Everyone said, "I've run through a lot of wrong things for you, and we should clean it up together..." The old lady Bangzi felt a little uncomfortable. She suddenly wanted to cry, not because of Secretary Chang, but because of herself... After the meeting, she walked straight out of the commune yard and out of the gate.It's probably the last time to come here for a meeting. Now that the Poor Association has been cancelled, she is no longer a cadre!A sour feeling aroused in my heart, my legs and feet went limp, it was like a dream!Now, she is the wife of Hu Jingrong's family who doesn't wear any title... The clapper old lady was walking on the road in the field.On the land where the wheat has been harvested, the autumn crops are covered with a layer of light green.The sky was high and the heat was steaming. People hid in the house to rest for a while, and it was not time to go to work in the afternoon, and the fields were quiet. ——"Comrade Huang Guiying, sleep with one eye open!" ——"He coaxed the stupid dog to bite the stone lion..." The faces of those fat or thin leaders at all levels were superimposed in front of my eyes at the same time as the simple and honest black face of Jing Rong's fifth brother; Glorious memory! The corn seedlings are growing vigorously, and the cotton has blossomed and bloomed. One piece of corn, one piece of cotton, the fields are so quiet.As Mrs. Bangzi walked, she really wanted to sit on the floor and cry aloud. The acid water in her chest couldn't hold it anymore. If she cried, she might feel relieved.There is neither a funeral nor a family dispute. She is crying here for no reason. When meeting acquaintances passing by, what will they say about her? The old lady Bangzi finally held back her tears and walked back to Bangzijing Village.Never have I felt so tired as today.Walking to the entrance of the village, there are several dirt roads leading to the south slope and the river in Bangzijing Village. Men and women carry tools to work.Looking into the river from the top of the Langkan, there are two people standing on the arch bridge crossed by the machine-cultivated road with towering poplars and the irrigation canal. In a pile, pointing at the vast river, talking loudly.She didn't know what kind of feeling it was in her heart, so she turned her head and walked back to the village. When she walked past the door of the consignment store, she heard the voices of several women: "I haven't seen Mrs. Bangzi for so many days, it's weird... Hehehe!" "Do you want to hear her knock on the clapper? Your ears just relax..." "The clapper is long and the clapper is short. The clapper is knocked from morning to night. I am not afraid of the wind, the sun and the sun, but the old lady Huang... hahaha..." "Hee hee hee……" The old lady Bangzi spat and walked over. It was a wall that was pushed down by everyone! As soon as she walked into the yard, she saw Jingrong Laowu carrying a long-handled hoe, ready to go to work.The old lady Bangzi couldn't bear it any longer, she threw herself into Jingrong's fifth brother's arms, and wept bitterly. "What...what's the matter?" Jing Rong's fifth child threw down his hoe and supported his wife, "I see people staring at...a joke..." "Hey hey hey hey..." Mrs. Bangzi went limp all over. "This..." Jing Rong's fifth child also felt uncomfortable.He can understand his wife's feelings.Although she didn't listen to him in the past, and now she is in such an uncomfortable situation, if he doesn't give her peace of mind, who else?After all, she had lived a life of poverty with him, and she sewed clothes and shoes for him. Although the stitches were rough, she could always put on cotton clothes before it snowed, and change into single shirts when spring came!Besides, she was fooled into a daze by others, a silly woman with no idea... "I just understand now..." Mrs. Bangzi was helped into the house by the old man, patted Jing Rong's fifth brother's chest, and cried, "You are... my... real relative..." Jingrong's fifth child was also feeling uncomfortable, his nose was sore, he sniffed, and wanted to comfort his wife a few more words, but he had no words.For a long time, he could only comfort him with his own old saying: "The past...wrong and right, don't even think about it! Let's live our...the sun and the moon..." No matter what the old lady in Bangzi thought, the rapidly changing life still dragged her from the small courtyard where the front and back doors were closed tightly to the male and female commune members of Bangzijing Village. Hu Changhai and Hu Zhenwu held a member meeting, and they were about to divide the working groups in the team.It's not a big problem if she doesn't attend other meetings, she can't escape if she doesn't attend this one.People work in work groups, who will she earn work points with?What about food distribution in the future? She sat in a remote corner of the venue, and didn't want to walk around in front of people anymore.Hu Zhenwu announced the composition method of the working group. Hu Changhai instructed a few things that should be paid attention to, and allocated the male members to the east of the venue, and the female members to the west, allowing them to discuss, freely combine, and choose their own teams. Long, the principle is: people match temper and horses match, don't force it. The women's creaking laughter, shouts, and noises covered the entire venue, and it seemed that the men gathered on the east side of the venue were too honest.They openly connect with each other and draw closer to each other.Soon, the wives, daughters-in-law and girls were divided into three groups, and three group leaders were elected. Mrs. Bangzi was sitting far away on the trunk of a felled elm tree.No one came to pull her into the group.The young women had no one to pull her, and the old women had no one to pull her into the group, and they all hid far away.The old lady Bangzi sat there, listening to the chattering and laughing of those women and girls in embarrassment, and looked at the venue with cold eyes.She didn't want to bow down to anyone and beg them to admit her into the group.She knew they hated her, and she couldn't hide her face on such an occasion!Let's see what you, Hu Changhai, will do!You can't exclude me from Bangzi Well, can you? Hu Zhenwu took the lists from the three women's team leaders, reviewed them one by one, and asked them: "Let's see again, have any female members been missed?" "No." The three team leaders said. "What about those who didn't attend the meeting? And those who are not at home today..." "Oh! Mama Niu has gone to her mother's house, let's row to our group!" "Who else, count them together!" Hu Zhenwu said loudly. As Hu Zhenwu said, he looked up and saw the clapper old lady sitting on the elm tree trunk behind the crowd, and then looked down to check the group list, but did not find Huang Guiying's name. He seemed to understand something, and asked, "Whose group is the old lady Huang in?" gone?" The old lady Bangzi immediately turned her face away, thinking: knowing that no one will take me in, you are bluffing loudly and deliberately humiliating me! None of the three women spoke.Obviously, no one wants to have Mrs. Bangzi join the group. "Leave it to your group." Hu Zhenwu said to his daughter-in-law commandingly, "Don't push it any more, it won't be good to push it any longer." Shanbei's daughter-in-law Lan Lingling, who was already holding a laughing baby in her arms, did not speak, fully aware of the difficulties of Grandpa as the team leader, and walked up to her group of team members with the child in her arms, fucking Shanbei Tiao'er said: "That's it! Let me be subjective, otherwise, I won't be the team leader anymore." The team members reluctantly agreed.Liberation married this daughter-in-law from the mountainous area of ​​northern Shaanxi. In the past few years in Bangzijing Village, she has won praises from men, women and children for her straightforwardness, simplicity and hard work.The peasants in Bangzijing advocate integrity and hard work, and they do not narrowly exclude outsiders.They unanimously elected her as the team leader. "Old lady Huang, join our group!" Lan Lingling held the child and walked up to the old lady Bangzi, not caring about the former leader of the Bangzijing brigade who had made things difficult for her to marry Jiefang.As if nothing happened, or because of the disgusting incident that happened in the past, today I need to get along with this elder without hesitation. In short, Lan Lingling has a natural attitude, speaks well, and everything is just right, "Let's go, Mrs. Huang, we still need to set some labor disciplines in our group!" Many people were whispering, watching this little episode in the chaotic corner of the venue, they admired this daughter-in-law from northern Shaanxi even more. The old lady Bangzi didn't know what to do.Her face was hot and uncomfortable, as if all the blood rushed to her face at once.This girl from northern Shaanxi who was willing to walk into the gatehouse of Hu Zhenwu's house, who was the enemy at that time, because she wanted to "find a place to produce grain", stood in front of her with a smile and pulled her into the group. up. So embarrassing!The old lady Bangzi was too embarrassed to promise immediately, but she didn't have the strength to refuse, so it was difficult to speak in front of others! "Okay!" Lan Lingling seemed to have read her mind, turned around and left, and said happily as if singing, "I wrote your name on it! Old lady Huang..."