Chapter 13 Section 13

The wind in March, why March?And why is it wind?In March, the Great North China Plain is still very cold.The endless swamps and salt-reduced land on the old course of the Yellow River were opened up by labor reform prisoners as farms. If there is no drought in winter, the seeds of wheat planted in winter will be harvested just after the beginning of spring.According to the new highest instruction issued by the leaders of the base bureau, this kind of labor reform farm was changed to "May 7th Cadre School". kind. "The May 7th Cadre School is not a safe haven for class struggle!" The army representative came from Beijing to convey new instructions. This time the investigation was called the "May 28th", a huge counter-revolutionary group that infiltrated the mass organizations everywhere.Whoever is found becomes an active counter-revolutionary.He was the first to bear the brunt, but it was no longer the time when all ghosts and monsters were swept away in the early days of the movement, and he was so frightened that he checked immediately.He has become a fox at this time, and he can bite back.He would also show his sharp teeth and make a fierce gesture, and he couldn't wait for a pack of hounds to pounce on him.Life, if it were called life, taught him to become a wild beast, but at best he was a fox on the hunt, who would be bitten to pieces if he made a wrong move.

The scuffle over the past few years is right now and not yesterday, and anyone who wants to punish can list a lot of crimes.Once a person is put on trial, the problem must be found out, and if a person has a problem, he must be turned into an enemy. This is called a life-and-death class struggle.Since he has been listed as a key inspection target by the military representatives, they waited for the masses to mobilize and concentrate their firepower on him.He is fully aware of this set of procedures, and can only delay as much as possible before the catastrophe arrives. Even the day before the instructor announced his review, everyone was laughing and joking with him.Everyone eats and lives together, drinks the same corn paste in the same cafeteria, eats the same mixed noodle steamed bread, sleeps on the land of the warehouse, and puts lime on the wheat Kai. Width, no more, no less, measured with a tape measure, regardless of the original position, high-ranking cadre or servant, fat or thin, old or sick, only men and women are separated.It is husband and wife who have no children to take care of, and they are not allowed to share the same room. They are all organized according to the army squad, platoon, company, and battalion, and they are all under the leadership of army representatives.As soon as the radio horn sounded at six o'clock in the morning, they all got up, brushed their teeth and washed their faces within 20 minutes, stood in front of the great leader's portrait hanging on the earth wall to ask for instructions, sang a song of quotations, held the little red book and shouted long live three times, and then Go to the cafeteria for porridge.After that, I concentrated on reading "Mao Zuo" for half an hour, and then carried the hoe and shovel to the ground, and the fate was the same. Why are you still fighting?

On the day he was exempted from labor and ordered to write an inspection, it seemed like he was suffering from the plague. Everyone was afraid of infection, and no one dared to talk to him anymore.He didn't know what was wrong with him, so he saw that a buddy with whom he was doing well entered the cesspit surrounded by earthen walls, followed him, unbuttoned his pants, pretended to pee, and greeted him in a low voice: "Dude, what did they get me for?" The buddy gave a dry cough and lowered his head, as if he was focusing on shit, and he didn't look up again.He had no choice but to come out of the latrine. It turned out that he was being followed even when he went to the latrine. The master who gained this trust and had the task was standing outside the earthen wall, pretending to be dumbfounded.

At the meeting to help him, the so-called help means to use the pressure of the masses to force people to admit their mistakes, and mistakes are synonymous with crimes.Crowds are like a pack of dogs that will bite wherever they whip their whips, as long as the whips don't fall on themselves.He has clearly understood the tried and tested trick of moving the masses. The arranged articulations are sharper and more violent.Before speaking, the introduction first quotes Yimao's quotations to compare his words and deeds.He simply put the notebook on the table and made records in a big way. This is also the signal he wanted to express. He deliberately made a gesture and recorded everything. One day the situation will turn around, and he will never forgive anyone.The political movements in the past few years have been turned upside down, and everyone has become a revolutionary gambler and scoundrel. Winning or losing is a bet.

He jotted down notes, trying to be as precise as possible, not only making no secret that what he was looking forward to someday was what he was looking forward to, but also retaliation.The bald and prematurely aging Tang who was pronouncing one became more and more excited as he spoke, quoting old Mao's aphorisms about fighting against the enemy.He simply put down his pen, raised his head and stared at the master, and Tang, who was holding the red-skinned quotations, began to tremble. Perhaps out of inertia, he couldn't hold it back.In fact, this Tang was also out of fear. He came from a landlord family and was not able to participate in any mass organization, but he wanted to take the opportunity to show off and make contributions to please.

He can only choose such a weak person who lives in fear, swears a bad word, gets used to the pen in his hand, says that he will not hold such a meeting, waits to clarify his problem, and then leaves the meeting place Concrete drying yard.Except for a few company and platoon cadres appointed by the army representative, most of the hundreds of people in this company were originally from his faction. It was not yet time to criticize him immediately, so he took a risky gesture to let his faction stabilize their position.Of course, I also know that this will not stop the net from organizing his crimes, and he must escape from the cadre school before the net is closed.

At dusk, he walked towards the distant village alone, and beyond the boundary of the cadre school, stood a long row of cement piles in the field, and some cut barbed wires were still wrapped around the cement piles. There was a lime-burning cattle station at the edge of the village. He came to Ji and watched a few farmers pour kerosene into a cave full of coals and light a fire. After a while, thick smoke billowed.They sealed the cellar again, set off a string of firecrackers, and all left.He stood for a while, but no one was following him from the direction of the farm. Twilight is gradually rising, the sunset is orange and red, and the rows of houses on the farm are already hazy.So he walked towards the setting sun, passing through ridges of wheat fields that were not yet green, and further on, there were only sparse withered grass in the whitened salty land, and the soil under his feet became softer and softer, and there was a swamp in front of him.Da Que screamed among the withered yellow water plants, and the setting sun turned blood red, slowly falling into the old course of the Yellow River farther away.In the increasingly dark mist, the feet are covered with mud, and there is no place to sit down.He lit a cigarette and thought about where he could take refuge.

With his feet stuck in the mud, he finished his cigarette.The only way is to find a rural area that accepts him to settle down—that is to say, revoke his remaining urban resident registration, and he will be a farmer for the rest of his life, before he becomes an enemy.But he didn't have any acquaintances in the countryside, so he thought about it, and suddenly thought that his middle school classmate, the orphan Da Rong, was one of the first batch to go to the village ten years ago. The urban educated youth who "build a new socialist countryside" later settled down in a small county in the southern mountainous area.Maybe, through this boy's classmate, maybe he can find a place that can accept him.

Back in the dormitory, everyone was washing their faces and feet, rinsing their mouths, and getting ready for bed.The old, frail and exhausted had already laid down.He got into bed without going to the well to fetch water to wash. He had no time to delay. He had to rush to the county seat that night and send a telegram to Rong.He had to sneak into a village outside the farm and borrow a bicycle from Lao Huang, a cadre who had joined his faction, and the workers who brought the old people and children down were assigned to settle in farmers' homes in nearby villages. By the time the last person to lie down turned off the light, the snoring sounded one after another.In the dark, the old cadre next to him kept turning over, and Mai Kai rang loudly, probably not falling asleep because of the cold and warm weather.He whispered to the old man that he would go to the latrine for diarrhea.Just in case, if you find out where others have gone at night, just let it go.He thought that the old man would not betray him.Before announcing the review, he led a shift to work, always assigned the lightest work to the old man, repaired loose hoes and rakes, looked at the drying yard, and prevented the nearby farmers from carrying a sack of grain.The old man was an old revolutionary in the Yan'an era. He had a doctor's medical leave certificate for his high blood pressure, but he was inclined to this faction in the movement.

The village was full of dogs barking.Lao Huang wore a padded jacket and opened the door. His wife was still under the quilt on the kang, patting the little daughter who woke up crying.He gave a quick talk of his pressing predicament, and said that he would return the bicycle before dawn and would not cause any trouble for the couple. The rural dirt road to the county seat has not rained for a long time, the dust is thick and full of potholes, and the ride on the bike is bumpy.The wind blows, and the dust blows against the face, making it hard to breathe, ah, the wind and sand on the night of March in early spring...

When he was still in middle school, he discussed the meaning of life with Da Rong, a classmate he asked for help, and it started with a bottle of ink.Rong was adopted by a widowed old man, very close to his home. After school, he often went to his home to do homework and listen to music together.Rong is good at playing the erhu and is also obsessed with the violin, but let alone buying a piano, he even looks down on the cheapest student-only movies during the summer vacation.Once he bought an extra ticket for Rong, but Rong repeatedly refused to go.He didn't understand, and said that the ticket had to be wasted, Rong Cai said, after watching it for a while and wanting to watch it again, it would be addictive.Ke Rong didn't refuse to come to his house to play the violin. One day, they finished their homework and listened to the record, which was Tchaikovsky's String Quartet in G Major... and they were stunned.He still remembers very clearly that they were silent for a long time.At that time, he suddenly said, you must know that the bottle of ink on the table is not blue.Rong said, more precisely, it was Mo Lan.It can be said that when people see this color, they usually say it is blue, or dark blue, so it is a convention to give it a common name. In fact, the color everyone sees may not be the same. Rong said no, no matter what you and I think , the color will always remain the same. He said that the color does not change, but no one can know whether the color is the same in everyone's eyes. Rong said that there must be a theory. The word Molan actually conveys different visions behind the same word. Rong asked what color the ink in the bottle was? He said, who knows? Rong was silent for a while, saying that it made him a little scared. The afternoon sun shines on the floor of the room in yellow and orange. The wooden texture is clear after mopping and washing all the year round. It's so true that I can't help but doubt it.It is impossible for a person to understand this world, and the existence of this world depends entirely on one's personal feelings. Once a person dies, the world will be nothing, or it will cease to exist. So, what is the definite meaning of being alive? After he went to college, Rong worked as a technician to build a small hydropower station in the countryside and communicated with each other. This kind of discussion continued for a long time.This realization shakes the education they receive in school, which is completely different from the undoubted ideal of building a new world in the service of the people.So he was afraid of losing his life, and the so-called sense of mission or ambition in life seemed to be lost.Now, even surviving has become a heavy burden. He knocked on the door of the county post and telecommunications office for more than half an hour, and knocked on all the windows facing the street. Finally, the lights were turned on, and someone got up to open the door.He said he came from the cadre school, and there was an official document to be re-reported.It was also very troublesome to write the telegram. He had to use high-sounding words and phrases. According to the regulations of the documents related to the devolved personnel, he had to let his classmate who had lost contact with him for many years understand the urgency of the matter and find him a commune where he could settle as soon as possible. Telegram an official document accepting him as a farmer, and don't arouse the suspicion of the sender of the post office. On the way back, I passed a train station with only a few simple bungalows. The lights were dim, illuminating the empty platform.Two months ago, the military representative appointed him and more than a dozen young men who were considered to be able-bodied to come to the station to pick up a large number of new employees, cadres, and family members of their agency. The elderly, sick, and children were not spared. There are dozens of carriages, and the platform is full of bedrolls, boxes, tables, chairs, wardrobes and other furniture of various colors, as well as large vats of pickled vegetables, like fleeing for refuge.Army representative is called "War preparations and evacuation", the armed conflict on the Sino-Soviet border in Heilongjiang made the capital smell of gunpowder, and even the cadre school also conveyed the letter signed by Deputy Commander Lin. "No. 1 Combat Readiness Mobilization Order". A large tank was moved out of the car and cracked, the marinade flowed out, and the smell of sauerkraut was everywhere.The old man who used to watch the gate of the backyard at the agency started to yell at him because he was a worker.Everyone stayed in front of their pile of houses, wrapped their heads in scarves in the cold wind, sat silently on the luggage rolls and boxes, and waited for the roll call to be assigned to some villages near the cadre school.The child whose face was purple from the cold whimpered beside the adults, but did not dare to cry aloud. More than 300 sets of carts mobilized by several communes were jammed outside the platform, mules and horses snorted and neighed, and whips blared in the air. It was more lively than the rural market.The peasants didn't just stand on the carts holding the paper notes that had been distributed in advance, but they crowded around and called for the leaders.A small car was stuck between the mule and the horse-drawn carriage. Representative Song, wearing a military overcoat with a bright red collar badge and cap badge, finally got out of the car, got on the platform, boarded a wooden box, and pointed east and west.Representative Song, who led the cadre school, was born as a bugler. His revolutionary qualifications are nothing, but he has fought on the battlefield, but he can't command the carts of these peasants, and the chaos is getting worse. From noon to dark, people finally took them away one by one, and there were still piles of furniture and wooden boxes that could not be removed on the platform.He and a few buddies were appointed by the army representative to stay and guard.Everyone else went to the waiting room of the station to shelter from the wind. He used wooden boxes and wardrobes to build a shelter from the wind. He also bought a bottle of shochu and two steamed buns mixed with cornmeal that were frozen hard. In the corner, looking at the dim lights on the platform, he thought of marrying a wife, and if he had a woman and children, he could live in a farmhouse in the village like those who have children.Anyway, it’s farming, so you can have an earthen hut to some extent, away from the dormitory where people are staring at people, and you don’t even worry about being heard in your sleep. He thought of a year ago when the factories and schools were not under the control of the army, they were fighting everywhere, and in a small inn by the bank of the Yangtze River, they spent a night with that college girl who had nowhere to hide. "We are destined to be a sacrificed generation", this girl dared to write that in her letter to him, she must be in a desperate situation. This is an era where there is no battlefield but enemies are everywhere, and defenses are everywhere but there is no defense.He had reached the point of no return, he wanted nothing more than a house in the country, to be with a woman, and even this possibility was about to be lost.Before dawn, he drove back to the village by bicycle.The old Huang and his wife stayed up all night. They got dressed and the coal stove brought from Beijing was turned on, warming up the house.Huang's wife has already assembled the noodles and wants to make him a bowl of noodle soup.He didn't shirk, he didn't eat dinner, and he had been rushing back and forth for more than 40 kilometers, and he was very hungry.They watched him finish a big bowl of noodles.He waved to them before going out, saying he hadn't been there.They also repeated, of course, never came, never came.He has already done what he can do, and then it depends on luck.