Chapter 5 1972--1976

After the secretary of the provincial party committee who was on board the thief ship stepped down, the new secretary of the provincial party committee was a "commissioner". The "commissioner" summoned Li Furong to the province and had a serious talk with her.Li Furong was already thin, but after this setback, she lost her human figure even more. The "commissioner" looked at her silently for a long time, and then heaved a long sigh. The "commissioner" said: "The Provincial Party Committee trusts you, you still have to cheer up. I know your roots and your qualities. It is not your responsibility that you make mistakes. Your current problem is that you are not yet qualified to participate in high-level politics. In my opinion, you write a resignation letter yourself, and you are no longer a member of the provincial party committee, and you can do grassroots work with peace of mind. When you go back, you will continue to be the secretary of the county party committee, but you must strengthen theoretical study and reduce blindness. In the future, if you encounter big right and wrong, You won't have the ability to distinguish, and you won't run away with whoever sees who is a big official."

Li Furong sobbed violently while nodding heavily.Going back and thinking about it calmly, she agreed too easily. "Strengthen theoretical study?" Where to strengthen?Inexplicably made mistakes (really "inexplicable", the townspeople said, "Li Furong slept until midnight and asked a ghost to poke her egg"), the person handling the case asked her to write circumstantial evidence, because the matter involved confidentiality, It was stipulated that she must write it herself and not let her write it. It was really harder than the dystocia that almost killed her.There are only a few lines on a piece of paper, and few of them are written correctly. Words such as "chicken" and "duck" that are familiar to people at ordinary times are also replaced by pictures with four different images.Previously, her speech summary reports were all written by other people. She never read them and let others read them. She listened to the general meaning. When the time comes, it will still be Blind Wang's fortune-telling, just say it straight.

Besides, if we really "strengthen theoretical study", can we guarantee to distinguish between right and wrong?How come so many people who have learned the theory didn't see in advance that the deputy commander-in-chief had the intention of murdering the leader?Is it possible for a grassroots cadre to disobey the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee after learning the theory, and not follow the order (even if it is "blind command") to farm the fields "early, small, dense, and short"? Is there any clear words in "theory" to teach others? How can you tell whether something is good or bad? For example, the secretary of the provincial party committee approved the construction of a bridge that has never been seen in their county. Is it right or wrong? And that female reporter, although she may not be said to be pretty, but she can tell at a glance She is the daughter of a rich family from a big place. She is as tender as a green onion, not to mention pinched, it will ooze when touched. Two big eyes, tearful without emotion, when angry, it hurts to look at. Such a kind-hearted little girl is now the daughter of a counter-revolutionary, and it is difficult for her to live her life.

Thinking of it this way, Li Furong felt very painful and difficult, and her headache was so severe that it looked like it was about to burst (this is a disease that always fell from cold water when she was menstruating and confinement). What makes Li Furong better than ordinary women is that she has always refused to admit bad things. She has never believed that there is any suffering in the world that cannot be tolerated, and that there is any thing that cannot be done.She is not the kind of woman who has no scheming and can't open her mind.I have learned some stories over the years, and I have gained some knowledge.It's not that I can't summarize at all, but the summary is not flowery, and it can't be said to be theoretical, but it is really useful.The lesson this time made her recognize two truths: one is that in the future, it is not necessary to recognize the size of the official position when expressing one's position on everything; the other is not to speak lightly when you are undecided.

These two principles later really helped her, but also really hurt her. A year later, the "criticism of Lin and Confucianism" began. Several "Legalists" came from the provincial capital and mobilized Li Furong to go back to the provincial capital with them to criticize the "Second Confucius".One of the leaders, Li Furong, recognized that he used to write scripts in the provincial theater troupe. During the Cultural Revolution, he became the commander of a rebel organization in the provincial capital, and later became the deputy director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee. After the "commissioner" came to power, he got him out of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee and drove him to a farm in the mountains as the deputy director.Of course he must hate the "Commissioner".He said to Li Furong: "Kong Lao Er hates the working people. If you are not allowed to be a member of the provincial party committee, you are the contemporary Kong Lao Er." I can’t cross regions and industries, and I can’t leave my job.” Li Furong said firmly, “You don’t need to say more.”

Li Furong was very grateful for her wit and determination this time.After that, the "commissioner" was still the secretary of the provincial party committee, and even went to Beijing to attend the National People's Congress.And the Legalist who wrote the script "against restoration" and "anti-trend" also returned to the Provincial Revolutionary Committee and remained as the deputy director.Li Furong didn't offend anyone. There seemed to be a lot going on in those years.I said it once in seven or eight years, but I couldn't wait.One wave of ups and downs and another wave of ups and downs.There seems to be no clear result in criticizing Confucius' second son, and he "criticized "Water Margin"" again.The only thing Li Furong knew about "Water Margin" was Wu Song fighting the tiger, and it was the first time he even heard about "Song Jiang".The deputy director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee who had previously written the script made a special trip to the county again.This time he took his own private car, and he made it clear: "Song Jiang is a capitulator, there are in the central government, and there are also in the province. Song Jiang in the province is the 'commissioner'. You should stand up and defend the revolutionary line and culture. The achievements of the great revolution, to defend the red country and not change color." Li Furong, who was eating with him, did not move her chopsticks. After listening to persuasion for a long time, she finally asked: "Why do you have to go?" The other party said: "Because your exposure is the most powerful." Li Furong finally said, "Let me think about it."

For several months, those people in the province called Li Furong almost every day.Newspapers, radio stations, and documents (television was not yet popular at that time) overwhelmingly "countered the right-leaning trend of overturning verdicts."In the provincial capital, a drama written by the deputy director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee who wrote the script was staged.In the play, the "returning regiment leader" and "capitalist roader" who counterattacked and reckoned as soon as he was reinstated were immediately recognized as "commissioners".The No. 1 positive character is a heroine, and the plot and appearance make people think of Li Furong immediately.The difference is that Li Furong in real life was hit silently, while the heroine on stage resisted the persecution unyieldingly.The script and still photos were published in the newspaper, and the left-behind members of the county party committee saw it and sent someone to send it to Li Furong who was at the water conservancy construction site.

Li Furong seldom sat in the office, and now it was even more rare to enter the yard of the county party committee.Throughout the year, harvesting in spring, harvesting in summer, planting in summer, harvesting in autumn and plowing in winter, building water conservancy, building Dazhai fields... directly live on the construction site.When the newspaper arrived, she had no time to read it during the day.At night, when everyone else was asleep and the restless youngsters stopped shaking, she took the lantern off the hanging beam and put it in front of her bed. She flipped through the newspaper, but couldn’t read a few words, but still It is understandable.Just look at it and start stunned.The news of the prime minister's death was released a few days ago. Such an earth-shattering event only took a few days. How could the newspaper still have the intention to publish the stills?The world is like a day of dark clouds, who knows whether it will be cloudy or sunny.It's been a brutally cold winter.The wind was strong and the snow was heavy, and the temporary thatched shed on the field could not cover anything.Before midnight, the snow that rushed in from the doorway lightly covered the floor.The snow that fell on the face exposed from the quilt was melted by the hot air, making a long series of regular dots appear on the large expanse of white snow.The work shed is very large, the ground is covered with straw, men and women occupy one side, and two rows of tree tubes are used to form a road in the middle.Previously, everyone put their shoes on the road at their feet, and when they got up in the morning, the shoes were filled with snow.Some wet shoes were frozen on the ground and could not be removed.He reminded them to stuff their shoes under the grass on the ground after they fell asleep, and some careless people always forget.Li Furong got up, walked along the road, stuffed several pairs of shoes in, and tucked in the quilts for a few people by the way, got back into her own quilt, turned off the light, lay down, but still couldn't fall asleep.The straw under the body was made loudly.Afraid of disturbing others, he didn't dare to move around, his whole body was so cold that he couldn't get a trace of heat.In the darkness in front of him was a mess of shadows, like a movie whose curtain was blown by the wind.The prime minister of a country hurried towards her on the shaky curtain, shook her hand seriously and forcefully, and looked at her attentively and kindly.When she went to Beijing that year, the State Council vacated the office in Zhongnanhai to accommodate the representatives going to Beijing.The situation at that time seemed to be in a dream, the bones of my feet felt weak, and I just wanted to bow and kneel.In any case, she thought he was a good man.But later I heard that even he was unreliable, if he hadn't been turned into ashes, he would have been doomed.It can be seen that judging people and discussing things with good people and bad people is only the size of small town people, which is too short-sighted and too ignorant.

The political situation is sharper and clearer.Many heroes and models on various fronts who became famous in succession with Li Furong all over the country stepped forward one after another to fight back against the trend of overturning the verdict.Those phone calls in the province became increasingly filled with a more and more gunpowder smell, urging Li Furong to go out to fight.She was impassionedly begged to stop being silent.Silence means tolerance of the enemies of the revolution and the people, and it means crimes against the revolution and the people. These are not alarmist talk, and the conflict between the two forces has finally reached a fever pitch.In April, counter-revolutionary riots broke out in Tiananmen Square in Beijing.The riots were naturally suppressed.The bloody facts do not allow anyone - especially a person like Li Furong - to stand idly by, and she is not allowed to hesitate.

The day Li Furong finally decided to go to the provincial capital was the day after millions of soldiers and civilians took to the streets in Tiananmen Square, Beijing, to celebrate the wise decision to abolish the Rightist General Delegate from both inside and outside the party.After listening to the broadcast of the news, she found the director of the county party committee office and said to him, "Arrange the car, and I will go to the province tomorrow." The Provincial Party Committee and the Provincial Revolutionary Committee held a grand and warm welcome meeting for Li Furong.The venue was packed, and people crowded the corridors and aisles.They applauded, cheered, and paid tribute to Li Furong, made way in front of her, and joined tightly behind her.Then lift her high on the stage, and let her shine like the sun upon a sea of ​​cries and songs (The Internationale).Li Furong was no stranger to this scene, but it had been a long time since.Seeing the surging crowd, she couldn't help crying.There is excitement, bitterness, and of course regret about myself.

After the welcome meeting, surrounded by the crowd, she went directly to the high-ranking ward in the province. The "commissioner" has been living there for some days, and it is said that his condition is getting worse and worse, and he has to rely on oxygen inhalation to survive.However, everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart.Using hospitalization to evade struggles, resist the movement, and wait for an opportunity to succeed are nothing but the usual tricks of the "capitalist roaders". The "specialist" under the white sheet lying on the hospital bed quietly looked like a zombie.Two absent-minded eyes were exposed on the oxygen mask, and when they found Li Furong standing in front of the bed, those slightly squinted eyes opened in surprise.Then the bright star was overwhelmed by powerless confusion and regret, and dimmed. People crowded the inside and outside of the ward, shouting slogans higher and higher.The air seemed to be boiling and burning.Apart from going forward bravely, Li Furong has no room to back down.However, after she made up her mind to stretch out her hand, she still trembled unavoidably.After all, she couldn't really hate the old man in front of her. The only thing she knew was that she was not a person in the original sense; she was an incarnation, the incarnation of many people's wishes and emotions.The yellow-haired, skinny Li Furong who weighed less than a hundred catties and only lived, ate, drank, slept, and gave birth to babies did not exist for the time being. Of course, among the many principles that prompted her to make up her mind, the "commissioner" also taught her to distinguish between right and wrong, and not to judge officials as small.