Chapter 19 tough guy

In 1966, an 18-year-old male worker in a lifting equipment factory in T City When cleaning up the ranks of the class, the "changing tent" was found at home--the wall was knocked down, and everyone promoted the evil neighbors to bully--I didn't care about it until the police station all ignored it--brother's little blood clot--all for the fucking "Cultural Revolution"--wanted to be Military subordinates write blood books--400 hours a month will not help the matter--Frustrated words of tough guys Let's be honest, the past ten years have spoiled our family badly enough.But we are not useless, we are tough guys, if we want to change our normal life, we can go all out and fight.But it wasn’t possible at that time, no matter how tough you are, you still have to hold your head.

One breath, isn't it?I have held this breath for ten years.This is also the reason I came to find you today. In 1966, I had just graduated from technical secondary school and was assigned to a lifting equipment factory.I was eighteen years old that year.Let me tell you about the situation in the family. There are father, mother; grandma, brother, brother and sister, but there is no sister group.Grandma was eighty years old at the time, and she was about the same age as me.My father is a bit mentally ill, although it is not considered insane, anyway, he is a little bit of that, what is that, he is not stupid, nor crazy, he must be missing something.My elder brother used to be a good guy, but he was really out of his mind when he was hit in the head by a work-related injury.Brother and sister are still young.The only person outside my house who can be hungry is me.My family is like this, even if there is no "cultural revolution", it is enough.But "snap" came another "Cultural Revolution".

At the beginning, I murmured in my heart that although my family was poor, my background was not good.My father worked as a traffic policeman for a year before liberation, and he had a property in his name, which was actually owned by my grandma and her parents; my grandma had no brothers, so she inherited it, and my grandpa was the agent.There are a total of 30 rooms, ten of which were remodeled in the 1950s.For so many years, the house has been dilapidated. Just such an "agent of an agent" with 20 dilapidated houses was checked during the Four Clean-ups. He was not classified as a capitalist, but he did not determine his status. , after all, he was not born in the red category. At the beginning of the "Cultural Revolution", the energy of random copying and fighting was not guaranteed, and who knows who will hit.I saw a family of more than 20 people lined up in a row, all with signs on their chests, all had their hair cut, and they couldn't tell the difference between men and women, in the middle of a main road, asking the Red Guards to criticize them, I muttered.Hurry up and clean up the "four olds" at home - old bottles, old cans, old things, and burn them when they need to be burned, and smash them if they need to be smashed.

It was fine at first, but when we were engaged in "cleaning up the class ranks", the door was suddenly slammed on in the middle of the night. I saw that it was a representative of the street, and asked to "check the household registration", and brought in a group of people, all of whom were street activists.It wasn't until later that I realized that the "Cultural Revolution" was very rough at the beginning of its sweep, with some chaos and leaks, but this time it is different. "Cleaning up the ranks of the class" is to clear them one by one, and you will be caught even if you have a shit.They searched in a hurry, and suddenly cried out, saying that they had found evidence of my father's crime.Shouting is "change the sky tent"!In fact, it is the account books and receipts used to collect rent, which is a big deal.They are also beautiful, but they can catch things.At that time, I took my father to the Street Revolutionary Committee and informed my father's unit.My dad's unit used a small jeep to get him away that night.Unexpectedly, the work unit also said that my father kept a "changing account" and wanted to change the sky and restore it.What’s the use of rent receipts? Besides, like my father, he talks a lot, and my sister helped to write the inspection. He has the ability to become a socialist?Chairman Mao also said that power comes from the barrel of a gun, and he can't even hold it steady with a stick, let alone the barrel of a gun, where will it change the world?So they were locked in the cowshed, put on the hats of fake policemen and reactionary real estate owners, and took turns criticizing and fighting in each workshop every day.

This kind of thing happened in my house. The whole family sat in the house, not even daring to go out, and didn't have a serious meal for many days.After this incident, my grandma was so frightened that she fell and didn't get up again. She lay paralyzed on the kang for several years, and died in 1972.I went to my father's unit to talk about it. The person in charge was so fierce. I just introduced myself and said who I was, and he called me: "Why are you here, what do you want to do?" I thought, I If you have to say one more thing to get him arrested, don't say that I have to be labeled as "overturning the case for the counter-revolutionary history", and my father will be even more unlucky.I had no choice but to turn my head and go home without saying a word. Are you angry?

Don't just call it the "Gang of Four". If there were no groups of people in society, the "Gang of Four" alone would be able to do so much evil!When our family came like this, it became a little lower, and all the neighbors on the street suddenly changed, and Haosai and them seemed to be a little taller.There were some conflicts in the past, but everything is easy to deal with. If there is a grudge, revenge, if there is a grudge, let’s get revenge, the wall is overthrown and everyone is pushing, and the drum is breaking and people are beating. I was stared at, scolded, and sometimes a brick flew in while I was eating, and the glass windows were smashed.We dare not speak, can you say?Who can you talk to?My mother was beaten on the head by a young man in the same courtyard with a cupping jar, and my fourteenth brother asked a boy in the same street to smash the back of his head with a brick and sewed nine stitches. Nose, eyes, mouth.We are human beings, how can we bear this insult, telling them to shit on their necks, and they are not even allowed to lift their heads.Call the police station, but if you have a problem at home, you ignore it, and you have to ask us to admit your mistake.It is considered a mistake to retort a few words when being beaten, and it is considered a provocation.I'm a young man in his twenties. I'm good at wrestling, and I can do martial arts. I'm full of vigor.If it weren't for that time, if I alone could make the three of them, would I be the one who can swallow my anger?

Once, my eldest brother fell ill and shouted at night, and was beaten by a relative from a neighboring village with a pole, causing his head to be broken and bleeding all over the place.Another family in the same hospital couldn't stand it anymore, pulled the farmer and shouted: "He is mentally ill, he can't be beaten!" There was a relative in that family who shouted: "We are beating the landlord, the son of a capitalist!" Come back from the night shift, it's over, otherwise there will be a fierce battle.I'm going crazy.I looked at the blood on the ground, picked up a small blood clot with a spatula, and put it in the notebook, I cried.I seldom cry, it’s useless for a man to shed tears, but when I do, my throat shoots out, the muscles in my neck collapse, I want to risk my life, but Gui Qi still suppresses himself.I'm not stupid, I think this fight is definitely "class revenge", my father, my whole family will be ruined.You still have to point at me inside and out!This breath is harder to swallow than iron bumps, but our men swallowed it.Now I always think, there is no one in my family who can't do wrong to the neighbors, and there is no villain in my family, and I have never had a deadly enmity with anyone before.Besides, it's still very hot in front of and behind the house, why do people become like this, why do we suffer from this, let me put it bluntly - it's all for the fucking "Cultural Revolution".

I thought about it, if I want to improve the family situation, I have to ask for progress, work hard, show the truth, and earn back this breath. I worked hard day and night in the factory.I am a lathe worker, and my workshop is the most critical workshop in the whole factory, and it is also the most tiring workshop, the most tiring group, and the most tiring work.There are more than 20 lathes in the group, and there are two shifts.The quota was 220 hours per person per month, and there was no bonus at that time. I worked more than 300 hours a month, and even reached 400 hours.Except for drinking water and going to the latrine, as soon as I stand next to the machine, I will not move for a day.During the years of the "Cultural Revolution", I have never been late and left early once, and I have never asked for a day of personal leave or sick leave.In the hot weather, I was working shirtless, and the iron filings from the car fell on the ground and smoked, one hundred degrees.The turning speed of the lathe is fast, the feed rate is large, and the iron filings bounce around, sometimes jumping to the shoulders, neck, and face, and sticking to the eyelids, which is hot and swollen, but it still works.In the workshop of more than 200 people, we worked to subdue them.Every year we comment on the "Five Good Soldiers" and "Daqing Model Soldiers".However, I dare say that if I put my performance at that time to the present, we can also comment on the national model workers.

There is work outside, but there is no silence at home.My brother's neurosis is always stimulated, and the noise becomes more and more fierce. At night, he can't sleep well because of the noise.He was sent to the hospital, but he was born in a bad family and refused to accept him, so he just died at home.My younger sister could have stayed in the industrial and mining enterprises. My family was considered "extremely poor" in terms of economy, and had the most votes in the school's elections. Based on the votes, we should definitely stay in the city.But the political review is not qualified, and it is full.Sending them to the Inner Mongolia prairie, traveling thousands of miles, carrying political burdens, suffering and sins, is nothing to mention.At that time, 90% of those with bad backgrounds went to Inner Mongolia, and those with good backgrounds went to Beidahuang Farm.She was not acclimatized to the environment, plus she was in a bad mood. She went at the age of sixteen and came back at the age of twenty-seven. Her hair was already full of white hair, which was exactly the same as that of a white-haired girl.What do you think of me as an older brother?My father burns boilers in the factory. He doesn’t come back from get off work every day. He picks up coal cores and behaves for his mother. He comes back every day at 11 or 2 o’clock. Can't get up on the ground.He is a mentally ill person, and the constitution stipulates protection, and no one cared about it at that time.As a son, I see my father being tossed about by others, why do I still call him a son?I really want to go to them and leave them all, but I can't, I have no other way.One time when the army went to the factory to recruit soldiers, I bit my finger and wrote a blood letter. These words "swear to the death to defend the Party Central Committee and Chairman Mao, defend the motherland, and ask to join the army." It's completely different.I was in good health, the physical examination was fine, and I was advanced in the factory. The army wanted me, but when I was transferred, they said that my background had not been settled, I was afraid to take it, and there was still no way out.

We did this, and the factory was also moved. Because of my background, I went to my father's unit more than 20 times, and I came back again and again, always in suspense.Such a big thing has oppressed my family for ten years.I used to be an expert wrestler who weighed 150 catties, but now I am 120 catties. I got a stomach problem and cut off half of it; Come here, count us as impatient!But once the "Gang of Four" was over, my father was fine, and there was no problem at all with returning that person.Damn it, it's weird!I went to his unit to ask for redress. His unit said that the fight in the closed cowshed was caused by a movement, but he has never formally appointed a capitalist, so it doesn't matter.It's easy for them, just a word.I held my breath in my stomach but couldn't get it out.I really want to turn around and put this anger in their faces, it's a pleasure.But that's not what we men do.You said, you are a tough guy, what should you do?Alas, this is the decade I've been from scratch to.

*** A steel column was bent over, and it was a horizontal question mark. ***