Chapter 12 end

Hu Changhai and Hu Zhenwu came back from participating in the rural work conference of the county party committee. The new agricultural economic policy has been conveyed from the central government, and the county party committee has made an implementation decision: various forms of responsibility system should be discussed and selected by members, and cadres should not interfere subjectively. Contracted to each household... The pace of life development is too fast, even impatient people feel that they can't keep up.Even Hu Changhai and Hu Zhenwu, who have been criticized and punished for many years, were stunned when they first heard of such a lenient agricultural policy.After the land reform in Bangzijing Village was completed, the two of them organized a mutual aid group and established an agricultural cooperative. The boundary stones on the land were pulled out one by one by the two of them leading the members of the commune; the livestock were gathered in Dacao by the two of them persuading and mobilizing each family. up.Now, it's up to the two of them to divide the fields again, and send the livestock one by one to the members of the commune to take them home to raise...

Regardless of whether the relationship is completely smooth or not, they have made it clear to the county party committee that they promise to respect the opinions of the members and let the members choose the form of responsibility contracting.They are also troubled: the method of subcontracting to the team has been implemented for less than a year, and it is more troublesome and unsustainable... The two of them walked into Bangzijing Street with happy faces, and suddenly saw the team leader Long Sheng and Jing Rong Laowu tugging at the door. Breaking free, I don't know what happened.After a young man watching the excitement quietly explained the reason, both of them were stunned: How did such an unnamed thing come about?

Hu Changhai and Hu Zhenwu walked up quickly. "Good fifth master, what are you doing nonsense!" Hu Changhai said. "Are you really a fool?" Zhenwu also said. As the two talked, they dragged Jing Rong's fifth son into the house. Hu Zhenwu tightly tied the cloth belt around his waist, picked up the leather rope, and started to tie the coffin to carry the bar.He said, "Brother Changhai, go call someone!" Hu Changhai went out. Hu Zhenwu tied up and raised the bar.Sitting shoulder to shoulder with Jing Rong Lao Wu on the bench, took a cigarette handed by Lao Wu, lit it, and said sincerely: "What can you do alone? Find a way to live with the doll! If you want, I'll talk to the young couple..."

Jing Rong's fifth child shook his head emotionally: "Let's talk later..." "Relax, fifth master!" Zhenwu said, "The good news for the farmer is coming!" One after another, people came into the courtyard. Jing Rong's fifth child held cigarettes and respected everyone. Hu Zhenwu squatted down and pressed a lifting bar onto his shoulders. Seven or eight men squatted down one after another, pressing their shoulders against the lifting bar. Hu Changhai yelled "Get up!" The coffin containing the old lady's body left the ground smoothly and started.

The moment the dutiful son and his relatives started the coffin, the crying broke out suddenly. The drummers played melodious and mournful sacrificial spiritual songs. Those who followed followed, carrying pouts and shovels, followed behind the coffin, and rushed towards the cemetery. Everything went smoothly, the coffin of Mrs. Bangzi was enlisted safely, and a loess tomb piled up at the root of the terraced fields.All the people who participated in the burial took turns facing the mouth of the bottle on the cemetery, drank the thank-you shochu that Jing Rong Laowu respected to the buryer, took a cigarette, and walked down the path on the hillside.

In the past, they buried any dead person in Bangzijing Village, drank wine, smoked cigarettes, and on the way back, they always talked about all the glory that the deceased could remember during his lifetime, how honest, how thrifty, how filial Parents, how to respect the village party... It seems to have become a custom not to mention all the disgraceful deeds of the deceased during his lifetime. Now, people are walking slowly on the small path between the slopes, neither talking about the benefits of Mrs. Bangzi, nor mentioning her faults at all, and saying nothing.I just lament that the wheat has grown so well this year, it is unbelievable that this is a crop grown in the fields of Bangzijing Village!You see!Slopes and beaches, dry fields and paddy fields are all of the same quality, regardless of each other. It seems that if planted in a stone nest, good wheat will grow!People say that "wheat eats three rains". From sowing to summer, the rains are timely and sufficient every time, and the fertilizer supply is sufficient. How can the wheat not grow?It's really a good government and harmonious people, and the weather is good...

February 1984 in the eastern suburbs of Xi'an