Chapter 4 Mayor (4)

Then came the most glorious period of the mayor's life. The director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee is a very ambitious and courageous person, and he has made many shocking creations in both industry and agriculture.The true prosperity of the mayor is due to this creation. According to the characteristics of our agricultural province with many hills and mountains, the director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee personally determined a strategy to change the world, which can be summed up as a catchphrase: "There is a pond at the beginning of the horoscope, trees are planted around the hills, and there is a mechanical farming road in the middle. On the side of the mountain.” That is to build a reservoir on the top of the two hills with dams, and build a mechanical farming road in the middle of the field ridge below the reservoir.All the villages in the middle of the field ridges were demolished and moved to the foot of the hill, and a "new village" as neat as an army barracks was built.It is referred to as "a pond on the head of the horoscope".The province's mobilization arrangements have been carried out, and the communes and teams must make a big splash on the horoscope, and those who don't do it will be punished as counter-revolutionaries.

In addition to the town, the small town has an agricultural brigade that grows vegetables, and it is on the flat market.Without hills, there would be no pond on the top of the horoscope.However, the mayor still held a mobilization meeting for the strategic deployment of the whole town to develop the Bazitou Shangyikou Pond. The mayor said that whether to do it or not is a matter of attitude, and how it will be done is a matter of level.Without mountains, ponds cannot be built, but mechanical farming roads can always be built, and new villages can always be built. As soon as the meeting was over, people were asked to lay lime lines according to the pre-drawn mechanical farming roads and the new village planning map.As soon as the thread is punched out, people will start to demolish the old house and build a new one at the same time.The agricultural brigade jumped up and down for a while, and the smoke and dust billowed.But there was no movement in one village.This village is just next to the mechanical farming road on the planning map, so it must be demolished.

The reason why the villagers are so bold and not afraid of being a counter-revolutionary is because a widow has served as their shield.The widow's house stood at the forefront of the village, pressing against the lime line laid out according to the plan.The widow is a new widow. The man fell ill and had no money to stay in the hospital. He died at home for several months, leaving the widow with six sons. The mayor heard that someone dared to resist, so he ran with militiamen.The widow has no fear in the face of the aggressive mayor and the militiamen with guns in their hands.Several sons crowded around her.She put her arm around her nursing son, blocked the door of her own house, and said, it's dead, if you have the guts, demolish the old lady's family and the house together!

A whole village of men and women gathered around to see how the mayor sang the play. The mayor's dysentery head was flushed red, and the corners of his eyes were bent down forcefully, shooting out a fierce light. "You really don't want to go?" "Don't go!" "Let's go." "No!" "Then you can't blame me." The mayor gritted his teeth, took a step back, and signaled the militiamen to come forward.Several militiamen surrounded them and tore the widow's family away from the house one by one.The widow's family howled like a pig, and the sound of cursing and crying was earth-shattering.The widow was rolling all over the floor, and the "animal" and "dysentery" were cursing endlessly.Among the onlookers, several young bloody men rushed forward, baring their teeth and wanting to rush out desperately.The mayor shouted: Anyone who dares to move will shoot!The older ones quickly moved closer to block those young people.The mayor turned his head and waved to a tractor that had already been parked there.

The powerful "Dongfanghong" was emitting black smoke, and its tracks were rattling dully, as if they were passing over everyone's chest.The widow's thatched adobe house collapsed almost inaudibly into a heap of dirt. The whole village scattered with a bang, knowing that there was no more reason to speak, and they all went back to grab their own things.To make such a haba dysentery feel kind, unless the sun comes out from the west. The mayor did not allow the tractor to continue pushing.He said to the production team leader, go ahead and tell them not to panic, just don't do anything wrong.Go to the foundation of Qingxin Village first.

The widow's family was locked in the warehouse of the production team.The widow had already breathed a sigh of relief, still struggling to find life and death.The mayor had her hands and feet tied and tied to a post like a cow.Bound like a widow, and her eldest son who can carry a load of dung. At night, the mayor came to the warehouse alone, asked the guarding militiamen to open the door, and told him not to let others in.He entered the warehouse by himself and closed the door behind him. The situation in the warehouse was a mess.The widow's sons, except for the eldest who was tied up like her and was taken away by the militia during the day when she was breastfeeding, the other sons were lying on the ground in a mess, their heads and faces were black, and they were all asleep.One of them turned over suddenly and grunted, as if crying for hunger.The food delivered during the day was still scattered on the ground, untouched, and it was already cold.Apparently the widow had ordered a hunger strike.The widow's eldest son was awake. Seeing the mayor come in, his shoulders moved, and then he drooped weakly, his eyes were also dim.When the mayor entered the door, the widow who was sitting on the ground probably opened her eyes, but now she is leaning on the pillar with her head tilted, her eyes are tightly closed.She was clearly trying to control herself.The lantern hanging from the beam was not far from her head, and the light shone brightly on her face.The face was yellow and haggard, like a piece of shriveled pasted paper.But the upper and lower eyelids of her eyes were trembling extremely forcefully and nervously, and there was a condensed great force inside that was rushing out, but it was not tears.

The mayor lowered his head and watched quietly.He seemed to feel tired, and felt that he was going to collapse, and suddenly his knees gave up, and he knelt before the widow. "Auntie!" he called softly, "I'm sorry for you." The widow opened her eyes and looked at the mayor suspiciously. The mayor avoided her eyes, looked at the ground, and continued, "I can't do anything about it. They all grew up eating whole grains. I don't know if we can't do it blindly! Now the superiors are telling you to do it. If you don't do it, you have to do it." It can be done. It doesn’t matter if I’m alone, you still won’t be able to escape this catastrophe in the end..."

The widow leaned forward, swallowed her mouth, and suddenly spat a big mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the mayor's forehead. The stinky phlegm with thick blood slowly flowed down, flowed into the eye sockets, and flowed down the bridge of the nose to the edge of the lips.The mayor let it flow and did not rub it. "If you are angry, just vent it, just don't abuse yourself. The dead ghost left you a group of cubs. This is a treasure. In a few years, they will stand up like poles one by one." The widow closed her eyes again and ignored him.But the eyelids stopped shaking. "Auntie!" the mayor shouted again, "I am doing it for your own good. You can live in a new house after the old house is demolished. The new house will be built by the team, and you don't need to pay for it. A few cubs are my brothers, and I will give it to you every month." Send rations. If I am alive, you will not die."

The widow took her eldest son to work the next day.Everyone felt strange.The widow had really sought death over and over again, but now she has calmed down.The days were neither salty nor dull, and they dragged on. The widow didn't talk much at first, but the mayor confessed that night that he made a wish not to talk outside.Since ancient times, even if he was covered with iron, he couldn't hit a few nails. The mayor's words counted.After the new village was built, two shabby buildings were built next to the new warehouse of the production team to accommodate the widow's family.The mayor delivered rice to the widow's family for several years as scheduled, and he recited it by himself at night, until the widow's nursing son joined the team to herd the cows.The town's agricultural brigade ate fixed-sale grain, and the rice station carried by the mayor was recorded by the grain station in his own name. When he stepped down, the grain station reported the embezzled grain.At that time, the widow had a son who was going to be a soldier, and she was afraid to speak up to the mayor for fear of failing the political examination.So he asked the eldest son to collect the money and send it to the mayor's house at night, and asked him to return the grain payment.The mayor refused to accept it, saying that if there are many lice, it will not itch, and if there are many debts, there will be no worries. After this matter, am I still a sinner?It wasn't until the mayor died that the widow couldn't get over her conscience and burned paper money on the grave before she cried out these things.It's just that it's too late to say anything at this time.

It was many years later that the mayor met a miserable end.He was so red then.After the new village was built, the whole county came to the town to hold an on-site meeting.The director of the county revolutionary committee summed up the experience here and then specially reported it to the old chief who was the director of the provincial revolutionary committee, which aroused great interest in the old chief.Then, the province-wide Jianxin Village on-site meeting was held in the small town.The director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee brought his entourage.Hundreds of journalists and directors of revolutionary committees from all counties in the province came to the town, crushing the town to the ground.The mayor first became a provincial model worker and then a national model worker.Large-scale photographs of him were published in provincial and national newspapers.The pimple-ridden dysentery head has been processed ingeniously, and it has a somewhat artistic effect.

But this time the on-site meeting almost caused a catastrophe.