Chapter 38 trust

A serious fight disturbed every corner of the Luo Village Brigade.The person who was beaten was Dashun, the son of Luo Mengtian, director of the Poor Association, and currently a committee member of the Youth League branch.The assailant was Luo Hu, the third son of Luo Kun, the secretary of the party branch who had just been reinstated early this year and was classified as a landlord during the Four Cleanups Movement. According to eyewitnesses at the scene of the accident—the well-drilling site—the incident was purely caused by Luo Hu's provocation.In the past few days, Luo Hu and several sons of cadres who had survived the Four Cleans Movement were cool and prickly, and responded to each other, mocking and scolding those activists in the Four Cleans Movement; His son, Dashun, could clearly hear the taste of these words, but he still endured them, didn't say a word, and just immersed himself in his work.Later that day, during the rest time at the well site, Luo Hu and his gang scolded even more, their vulgar and obscene words were unbearable!Da Shun blushed, couldn't take it anymore, and came out to speak: "Who are you scolding?"

"Call anyone who is harmed by the Four Cleansing Movement!" Luo Hu stood up and said. Dashun was so angry that he gasped for breath, unable to speak. Luo Hu strode up to Da Shun's face, pointed at Da Shun's blushing face more openly and teased, "Call anyone who has a fever!" "Too unreasonable!" Da Shun said, "Brutal—" Before Da Shun could finish his sentence, Luo Hu's fist had already hit Da Shun's chest heavily.Dashun was beaten so much that he took a few steps back. After standing still, he rushed forward, and the two wrestled together.The young people who provoked troubles with Luo Hu rushed forward, pretending to persuade them on the surface, but actually pulling sideways.The captain's son, Silong, hugged Dashun's right arm tightly, and another young man grabbed Dashun's left arm, and Luo Hu punched and kicked Dashun until blood gushed out of Dashun's face. Falling unconscious on the ground... This was a premeditated event, all too obvious to witnesses.

For a while, this incident became the central topic of talk in the streets of Luocun.The relationship between those who participated in the Four Cleans Movement and those who were punished by the Four Cleans Movement became unprecedentedly tense.An uneasy factor permeates the streets and alleys of Luocun... In the evening after the rain in spring, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the air is fresh; the clouds float leisurely; In the sweet potato field, Party branch secretary Luo Kun and five or six commune members plowed the soft soil with whips and plows. Suddenly, Luo Kun's woman jumped up the ridge in a hurry, and shouted tremblingly: "Quick! It's terrible...it's..."

Luo Kun stopped the ox, planted the plow, and ran forward. "Cause a big... disaster..." Luo Kun's face changed greatly: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly!" "Our third baby and Da Shun... beat each other, Shun baby... no breath... grin..." "How are you doing now?" "Take it to the hospital... I don't know yet..." "what……" Luo Kun seemed to have been hit by a sap, and his brain was buzzing. He stuck the whip into the ground, went down the sill, and walked towards the well drilling site on the river beach. Brushing.

On the well drilling site, wooden pillars, leather ropes, sticks, and shovels were thrown on the ground randomly, and nearby wheat seedlings were trampled down, which is a sign of fighting.The well drilling site was empty, and the derrick stood quietly high in the air. Frivolous voices came from the improvised straw hut that had been set up to guard the tools at night.Luo Kun turned to the opposite side to see that the third son Luo Hu was playing poker with several young people sitting on a wooden bed. Luo Kun stared at his son: "Are you fighting with Dashun?" The son replied: "Yeah!"

Luo Kun asked: "He bullied you?" The son doesn't care: "No." "Then why fight?" So, the son told the whole story in detail. He didn't hide his provocative actions, but he dared to do it. Luo Kun's face was livid, and after listening to his son's narration, he sneered and said, "It's about you looking for Dashun, try to vent your anger!" The son twisted his neck, rolled his eyes, and said nothing, which was his default.That look told everyone that he was not afraid. Luo Kun asked again: "Did you forget what I told you at home?"

"No!" said the son, "His father scares people when he is in the Qing Dynasty! I am not afraid of him now! He..." Luo Kun couldn't bear it any longer. When he heard this, he raised his hand, and that hard hand covered with calluses was drawn to his son's rosy face—— "Snapped!" The son swayed back and turned his head away. Luo Kun turned around, strode out of the well site, and embarked on the mechanical farming road leading to the village in the twilight. This fight was bad!As bad as it could be!Luo Kun walked on the road embroidered with green grass with his hands behind his back, and his restless mood couldn't calm down in a hurry.

The old man Luo Mengtian, director of the Poor Association, was a figure relied on by the working group during the Four Cleansing Movement, and he stamped his seal on the issue of supplementing Luo Kun's status as a landlord.During the more than ten years when Luo Kun was under the dictatorship, he resented the old man Mengtian: You and I grew up playing together, escaped the young men together, engaged in land reform together, and set up agricultural cooperatives together. You don’t understand what I am, Luo Kun. person?How can you put your stamp on those fabricated testimonials?Thinking of this, he didn't even want to recruit the old man Mengtian's mouth.Sometimes I thought about it again, how many people resisted the fierce posture of the Four Cleansing Movement Working Group?He forgave the old man Mengtian again.Regardless of resentment or forgiveness, he lived a life of being ruled by a dictatorship, and he didn't need to deal with the old man Mengtian.This spring, his problems were finally rehabilitated, his party membership was restored, and the branch was re-elected. The party members rushed him to the highest leadership position in the Luocun brigade, and he shed tears...

He wanted to talk to the old man Mengtian, but it never came to fruition.The strangely stubborn old man Mengtian insisted on avoiding talking to him.Not long ago, he had approached the old man's family, but Mrs. Mengtian refused because the old man was not there.Not only the old Poverty Association is wary of him, but those who have raised opinions on the cadres under the "guidance" of the working group during the Four Cleansing Movement are all wary of the cadres who have returned to power.This is the most troublesome thing for party secretary Luo Kun.Think about it, people are not in the same place, you guard against me, I guard against you, how to engage in production?How to achieve mechanization?Just when he was troubled by this complicated relationship in Luo Village, his son brought him such a disaster...

Luo Kun went straight to the gatehouse of the old man Mengtian.When he stepped into the wooden threshold, he was prepared for the worst in his heart, ready to bear the worst expression and the worst words from the old man Mengtian. There is a bicycle parked in the small courtyard, and rice bags, bread, and clothes are hung on the frame, which are probably intended to be given to patients.In the upper room, there was a group of noisy discussions: "This is clearly retaliation..." "His dad said it well, 'Promise no hate', shit!" "Sue him! Report to the higher authorities! This is still our job..."

The voices were all familiar, they were activists of the Four Cleansing Movement and some of Mengtian's family members.Luo Kun stopped, walking in would embarrass everyone.He stood in the courtyard and shouted loudly: "Brother Mengtian!" The conversation in the room ceased. The old man Mengtian came out, stood on the steps, and did not come down. Luo Kun walked up to him: "How is Shun Wa's injury?" "It's dead!" The old man Mengtian retorted angrily. "I said, brother! It's important to treat the baby first!" Luo Kun said, "As long as Shun baby doesn't have mada, things can be dealt with as soon as possible." "Forget it!" The old man Mengtian shook his hands, "Beat someone with a stick and stroke them, what are you pretending to do!" With that said, he stepped down the steps, pushed up the car, and left the gate. Luo Kun stood in the middle of the courtyard, numb, with blood rushing to his face, burning with embarrassment, he is over sixty, he should be a respectable age!When he walked out of this gatehouse, he accidentally bumped into the door frame. Walking into his house, the room was surrounded by people, men and women. Luo Kun took a glance and saw that most of the people standing here were the cadres of the Four Clean-up Movement who had been with him for a long time or their family members.They are giving relief to their timid husbands: "Don't be afraid! Hit it, hit it!" "Who told his father that the Four Cleansing Movement has harmed people..." "He is an old man in Mengtian, he said it clearly, but now he stinks!" Is this called persuasion? This is simmering fire!Luo Kun was tired of hearing this, and then caught a glimpse of the team leader Luo Qingfa sitting on the edge of the kang, and became angry again: You sit here, listening to these people is comfortable!He talked to the team leader, but the team leader taunted him and said, "Have you called the old man Mengtian and apologized? He will give you a hard top! Insurance! Your brother! You are too cowardly! You are so useless!" Luo Kun sat on the wooden pier in front of the stove, and didn't even bother to stare at it.He has been very dissatisfied with the captain recently: as soon as the captain took office, he built a good base in the third team he was in.Members of several households had applied for this piece of land, and the team planned to build an electric mill there, but all of them were rejected.The big captain opened his mouth, and the small captain was embarrassed, so he finally gave it.The well-meaning commune members felt that the captain had been wronged for many years and should take care of it, so it was approved.Then, the company-run factory went to the team to ask for someone, and it was the captain's daughter. The members generally had no objections, and it was out of care... Is this enough?Your son, together with my third child, wanted to beat people up and cause trouble, but you didn't clean up and came back to support the woman instead. "Thinking of you as a gold leaf, it turned out to be a piece of copper!" Luo Kun's face was dark, showing his indifference to all the kind people who came to support him.He ignored no one and said to his wife, "Take fifty dollars!" My wife asked, "What are you doing?" "Go to the hospital!" The captain was stunned, his eyes widened, he understood, and with a heavy mocking sound in his nose, he jumped off the kang and walked out the door.The men and women in the room saw that their expressions were not right, and they also walked out with lowered eyebrows. Luo Kun said to his youngest daughter who was huddled by the desk: "Go, call the security committee member and the Youth League secretary! Tell them to come right away!" The wife took out money and food stamps from the box and handed them to the old man: "Be careful on the road!" Luo Kun comforted his wife: "Don't worry! Don't be afraid! There is nothing to be afraid of! Sleep when you should, and eat when you should!" The security committee member and the Communist Youth League secretary followed suit. Luo Kun said: "You two investigate today's fight and report it to the police station." The security commissioner said: "Our brigade will deal with it!" "No, this matter needs to be handled by the police station!" Luo Kun said, "This is no ordinary fight!" The party secretary wanted to say something, but Luo Kun said to her again: "Your uncle can't write, you need to help!" After finishing speaking, Luo Kun stood up, picked up his wife's bag that had already been filled with buns, pushed up the cart, and walked out the door without looking back.In the dim moonlight, he stepped into the car and walked onto the main road. For five whole days, the old branch secretary sat beside Dashun's hospital bed, feeding him soup and medicine, and taking excrement and urine, which moved the young man to tears. The old man Mengtian was full of complaints about Luo Kun's every move!Just pretending!Your son beat people half to death, and you came out to show favors with a smile on your face, what kind of oboe play!Once Luo Kun sat down to talk to him, he stubbornly walked out of the ward.Later, when he saw his son making out with Luo Kun, he ran away from the beating, "You bloodless thing!" He cursed in his heart, and in a fit of anger, he simply pushed the car back home. Dashun sadly told Luo Kun that his father had been used by the manipulative working group during the Four Cleansing Movement.After the Four Clean-ups, the villagers scolded him behind his back, and his father was very uncomfortable!But his father has a stubborn temper, and if he makes a mistake, he will continue to make a mistake.If you talk to him calmly about the Siqing Movement, he admits that he has wronged some people. If you scold him, he will be very hard-headed: "What are you blaming me for? I didn't make it up to anyone! Siqing is not me. Fuck it! Did you stamp my stamp? I can’t help but shake my head! Whoever is wronged will find a working group..." Luo Kun explained to the young man that the old man Mengtian suffered a great deal of hatred and had feelings for the new society and the Party.Besides, the old man has always worked well and is the pillar of the collective... On Seventh Day, the stitches were removed from the wound, and Dashun was discharged from the hospital with a white gauze wrapped around his head.Luo Kun insisted on asking the young man to sit on the bracket behind the bicycle, but the young man refused no matter what. "You don't dare to hurt your wound! The doctor said you need to rest!" Luo Kun forcefully took the young man away. "Uncle!" Dashun called softly from behind the car, his voice trembling, "You don't have to make things difficult for Huer when you go back..." Luo Kun didn't speak. "During the years when you were wronged, Hu'er has also been wronged. If you get annoyed with someone else, they will call you a 'landlord'. Hu'er is inferior! He is angry, I can understand..." Luo Kun's heart couldn't help but a hard thing choked his throat.During the more than ten years when he was labeled as a landlord, the humiliation he, his family and children suffered is unbearable to look back on. The young man continued behind him: "I heard that you, my dad, and Uncle Qingfa, the team leader, were poor children in the old society. After liberation, we carried out land reform together, and became cooperatives. We were as close as you and I... Few years ago... Falling back, it's a mess, and the children are also feuding..." Luo Kun couldn't bear it any longer, he felt two streams of hot stuff flowing down both sides of the bridge of his nose, and he felt a salty taste in the corner of his mouth.How well said that!Isn't this what Luo Kun said in his heart?He really wanted to hug this cute young man and kiss him!He jumped out of the car and took Dashun's hand: "My baby, you're right!" "I'm going to find Hu'er first when I go back! He ignored me, and I'm looking for him!" said the young man, "We can't remember our enmity!" The two stepped into the car again and walked along the densely branched poplar road. Luo Kun seemed to have some kind of psychotropic hormone. He was over sixty years old, and the car was running fast, with a young man behind him. You can see houses and trees in Luo Village. When Luo Kun pushed his bicycle and walked into the village side by side with Dashun, there were crowds of people here and there in the streets and alleys, discussing a lot, and the atmosphere was abnormal.When passing by the office, someone called him. In the office, the main cadres of the brigade committee, Lao Jiang, the head of the police station, and two policemen were sitting, and the atmosphere was tense.The head of the brigade stood on end, and was speaking: "I strongly disagree with my opinion! The result of this will be a big blow to the comrades who have been rehabilitated! His father has been wronged for ten years..." Luo Kun understood.He glanced at Qingfa and said, "Comrade, the law is the law! That doesn't recognize anyone, and doesn't take care of anyone's emotions!" Luo Qingfa stopped talking angrily, and turned her head aside. Luo Kun said to Director Jiang: "Follow the law! That's not a blow, it's support for my work!" Director Jiang told Luo Kun that with the approval of the higher-level public security department, the law will be enforced against Luo Hu: administrative detention for half a month.He came to greet the brigade cadres, but the brigade leader Qingfa refused to accept the sentence. "Execute, there is nothing to say!" Luo Kun said, "The law does not recognize people!" The militiaman brought Luo Hu into the office, and the young man raised his eyebrows and stood in front of everyone without fear.Until the director took out the detention certificate, he was still shocked by a wave of anger, and he was not afraid. Qingfa slapped heavily on the thigh, tilted his head to the other side, the veins on his neck popped up, and bounced. Luo Kun glanced at his son, turned his face away, and touched the cigarette bag with a slightly trembling hand. The moment the police pushed Hu'er out of the door, the old man Mengtian, the director of the Poor Association who had been sitting in the corner, staring and pouting, suddenly stood up, threw himself in front of Luo Kun, fell to his knees, and began to cry. : "Brother, I'm sorry for you..." Luo Kun hurriedly pulled up the old man Mengtian and pushed him to sit on the bench.The old man Mengtian threw himself in front of Director Jiang again, with snot and tears flowing together: "Director, let Huwa go, I...hehehe..." At this moment, at the door, Da Shun hugged Hu'er's head and wept. Hu'er looked at the white gauze on Da Shun's head, his eyelids drooped, and his nostrils flapped rapidly. Hu'er broke free from Dashun's arm, turned into the door, and stood in front of his father, two crystal clear tears rolled out: "Dad, I just now understand why people in Luo Village support you!" , he went out the door. The cadres of Luo village sat down in the office again, smoking, no one spoke, and they did not leave.The commune members gathered around the door and the window of the office from alleys and roads. They squeezed to see Luo Kun, the secretary of the party branch, with his square black face, half white hair and stubble, and his face. With deep eye sockets, it seems that he just knew him. Luo Kun sat there, looking at the brigade captain who had already turned off the fire and was a little ashamed, and said to the cadres: "Comrades, the party rehabilitated us, for what? The commune members embraced us again, for what? Think about it! What was the relationship between the cadres and commune members in our Luo village during the period of cooperative reform? Even in the difficult period of three years, life was hard , What is the relationship between the cadres and the masses in our Luo village? Everyone is clear in their hearts! Over the past ten years, Luo village has been torn apart, cadres and cadres, commune members and commune members, cadres and commune members, one gang and that gang, This faction and that faction, how many ditches and ditches have been drawn? If this matter is not resolved, no one will be able to clean up the mess in Luocun! Do you want to develop production? Do you want to realize mechanization? Difficult! Didn't the energy go all the way to production, it was all spent in intrigue, you guard against me, I suspect you went to the top!" "Comrades, the internal injuries of our Luo village are not serious! I think those who have done wrong things will learn their lessons slowly. Those of us who have been punished should put our minds far away and don't spread this kind of hatred to us. Go to the hearts of future generations!" "It's not easy for Luocun to have what it is today! It's not easy for us to have what it is today! I'm over sixty, and when I hand over to the younger generations, I should not only give them a rich Luocun, but also a united Luocun. ..." Inside and outside the office door, everyone was holding their breath. Many people, cadres and commune members, men and women, had tears in their eyes, and those crystal clear tears were full of hope and trust...