Chapter 40 Section 40

"Don't think that all the old counter-revolutionaries will be wiped out, and the world will be peaceful. You have to keep your eyes open. These current counter-revolutionaries are our more dangerous enemies. They are deeply hidden and very cunning. They have taken over our proletarian revolution. However, they secretly stir up bourgeois factions and confuse our class front. Don’t be fooled by them. Think about it carefully! The figures who jumped up and down in the movement, the counter-revolutionary double-dealers who waved the red flag and opposed the red flag, slept in the By your side - one

Representative Pang, deputy director of the Military Control Commission, wears wide-rimmed black-rimmed glasses. He is a political commissar in the army. He made a special trip from Beijing to the farm, stood on the stone roller in the drying yard, shook a document in his hand, and made a mobilization report: " The May 7th Cadre School is not a safe haven for class struggle!" It also began to investigate an existing counter-revolutionary group called "May 21". The rebel leaders and activists since the movement were all included in the review.He was immediately dismissed from the position of monitor who took the lead in working, stopped working, and explained in detail all these years, year by year, month by day-where, who was there-what secret meetings were held, and what shady activities he did.

He didn't know at that time that Da Li had already been quarantined in Beijing for interrogation. After several days of round-the-clock interrogation, with beatings and kicks, he confessed to being a "May 21" member, and of course he also confessed. The meeting of Wang Qi's family was a secret plan of the counter-revolutionary organization. He also colluded with the anti-Party gangsters and was under command. The ultimate goal was to overthrow the dictatorship of the proletariat.Wang Qi was also quarantined for review.Lao Liu was then tortured to death in the basement of the building, then carried upstairs, and thrown from the window, making him commit suicide in fear of crime.

Fortunately, before the wind blows from Qingping, he smells the scent of hunting dogs on the horizon.He now understands how this political hunting ground works: According to the "No. 1 Combat Readiness Mobilization Order" signed by Deputy Commander Lin, a large number of personnel and even their family members are sent down, which means a more thorough cleansing.The difficult but peaceful atmosphere of the previous few months quickly disappeared. The rekindled hostility of the newcomers replaced their original brotherly loyalty. The old companies were broken up and reorganized. They were all appointed by the Military Control Commission in Beijing.He had to take advantage of the opportunity to break out of the encirclement and escape before the hunting grounds closed—sneaking to the county town in the middle of the night to send the telegram to his middle school classmate Rong.

There is no such thing as an absolute path, it would be better to say that the sky is pitiful and let him live.In the afternoon, everyone went to the ground, only he wrote his confession in the empty dormitory.When someone passed by, he pretended to copy a few quotations from Mao.The postman of the commune shouted on the field outside the gate: "Telegram! Telegram!" He ran out, and it was Rong who called back.The inscription on the clever Rong telegram only wrote the telegram registration of the agricultural technology extension station in the county where he worked, but the telegram reads: According to the spirit of the central document on combat readiness, it is agreed to accept a certain comrade to be transferred to the rural people's commune of this county Settled labor.Be sure to report before the end of the month, and no placement will be made if it is overdue.

While everyone was still working in the field, he rushed to the school headquarters ten miles away.There was no one in the big room where the phone and typewriter were kept. The small room inside was where Representative Song worked and slept. The door was closed, and everything inside was rattling. "Report to Representative Song!" These are the rules of being a soldier, and he has learned them very well.After a while, Representative Song came out. The military uniform was neat, except for the discipline button on the collar. "I've graduated from this cadre school, and I'm just waiting for you to issue a certificate!"

He had thought about these words along the way, and he said them in an extremely relaxed tone with a smile on his face. "Why did you graduate?" Representative Song looked annoyed. But he froze the smile on his face, and presented the telegram with both hands.Representative Song, who was not very literate, took it in one hand, pondered over each word of the Chongwen, raised his head, and the wrinkles on his brows also opened, and said: "That's right, it's all in line with the spirit of the document. Do you have relatives over there?" "Go to relatives and friends," he quoted the words from the mobilization order delivered by Representative Song, and immediately said, "A friend arranged over there to settle permanently in the countryside! Completely accept the re-education of the poor and lower-middle peasants, and then find another Girls in the countryside can't be single forever!"

"Have you found everything?" Representative Song asked. He could hear friendliness, sympathy or understanding. Representative Song had joined the army in the countryside and had worked hard to become a deputy regimental staff officer. His wife and children were still in the countryside, and he only had half a month of family leave a year. I also want women.It is also a hard job for the military control committee to assign him to manage the labor of this large number of people.Representative Pang, deputy director of the Military Control Commission who was in charge of the investigation, assigned tasks with the party branch secretaries of each company, and rushed back to Beijing two days ago. This is called God's will.

"My friend told me about a girl, what should I do if I don't go, I'm not a prostitute? Everywhere I go, I work, and I will settle down after marrying a wife!" He had to speak in such a way that Representative Song, who was born in the countryside, felt reasonable. "It's true, you should think about it, the Beijing urban household registration you still have will be revoked after leaving!" Representative Song stopped speaking official language. He took out the form of the official document from the drawer and asked him to fill it out. Then he called to the back room: "Xiao Liu! Give him an official seal! Type that document quickly later,"

The little girl Ting Ting, the telephone operator and typist, came out. Her hair seemed to have just been combed. A pair of short braids were tied with rubber bands to the roots of her hair. Two locks of hair were curled up. She opened a locked drawer with a key. He took out the official seal, sat on the stool in front of the typewriter, and stamped the heavy type plate word by word.Representative Song took the official letter he wrote, and when he checked it, he quickly complimented: "We are Representative Song's first graduate!" "This ghostly place, the endless salt-reduced land, nothing grows, except the wind and sand. It's like our hometown, what you plant and what you grow, where is it not labor!"

Representative Song finally stamped the red seal.Many years later, he saw an alumnus who was farming together. He heard that this very human representative Song took off his pants with the female telephone operator in the wheat field shortly after he escaped. See you, get back the troops.The military rank represented by the Song Dynasty is like wheat in a barren field, destined not to grow high. On the way back to his place of residence, a tractor plowed in the distance, and he called out loudly, "Brother!" Brother Tang lost his job as a motorcycle rider in the capital, and he also got a farm to drive an iron ox in the mechanical class.He ran across the soft mud!Go after the tractor. "Hey!" Brother Tang also raised his hand to signal. "Do me a favor." He ran under the tractor. "In these years, the Mud Bodhisattva crosses the river, so he can't protect himself. What's the matter? Come on, don't let people see me talking to you. I heard that your company is chasing you?" "It's all right! We're graduating!" Don stopped the machine.He climbed onto the bridge and lit up the stamped official letter. "Okay, let's have a cigarette!" "It's all Song of Grace," he said. "You are out of the sea of ​​suffering, so let's go!" "At five o'clock tomorrow morning, you can take all my luggage to the county train station for me, okay?" "Then I'll get a truck. Didn't Representative Song approve it?" "Unpredictable, don't tell anyone!" "I'll definitely drive the car out! My wife asked, go to Representative Song, so that's all right?" "Remember, it's exactly five o'clock tomorrow morning!" He jumped off the bridge. "I'll honk the horn at the intersection of your dormitory, and you'll get in the car, and you'll be on your brother's body, so you won't miss anything!" Tang patted his chest. The tractor chugs away, and for the remaining five miles, he walks slowly, stepping and stepping, trying to figure out how to deal with the last night, and how to get the luggage and those heavy book boxes out of the house as quickly as possible in the early morning. The dormitory was moved to the car.He stayed until dark, after dinner time, and people began to gather around the well to fetch water for washing, and then he showed up in the dormitory.He also washed up and took the opportunity to tidy up the odds and ends.Before turning off the lights and going to bed, he came to the room of the party branch secretary of the company newly appointed by the military control committee, and showed his official document to settle in the countryside.The room diary is sitting on a bench, taking off his shoes and washing his feet.He also solemnly announced to the room full of people in a joking tone: "Representative Song approved my graduation. I came to bid farewell to comrades. It is not a farewell. In short, I will take the first step and become a real farmer. I will completely reform myself!" He showed a dazed face again, as if his heart was heavy, indicating that this future is not wonderful. The Lord really didn't have time to react, and he didn't understand whether this was a special punishment for him, so he just said, let's talk about it tomorrow. tomorrow?He thought, before the master went to the school headquarters, before they contacted the Beijing Military Control Commission by phone, he would have fled. When he returned to the dormitory, the lights had already been turned off, and he lay down in the dark with his clothes on.Just dim the light in the middle of the night, and look at the blurred hands of the watch from time to time.It was estimated that it was almost dawn, so he got up and leaned against the wall, put on his shoes, and did not roll up the bedding on the ground immediately, otherwise the people in the room would be woken up prematurely, and the dog in the same room who was responsible for keeping an eye on his movements might die. Report to the party branch secretary of the company. No one knew that he was leaving before dawn, and he secretly held his breath to listen for the sound of a car horn. It was still fifty or sixty meters away from the main intersection to the dormitory, so the sound would not be loud.He felt ringing in his ears, and opened his eyes wide, so that he could hear more clearly. As soon as he heard the horn, he would tie up the bedding, push the two people awake, and help him carry the wooden boxes on the opposite wall. There were two crisp beeps, before dawn, he jumped up, opened the door quietly, and ran to the intersection. "My brother is trustworthy!" Tang turned on the headlights and raised his hand to signal him.He immediately ran back and woke up the two sleeping on the side of the bunk. "Let's go now?" They got up, but they still didn't wake up. "That's right, you're catching the train," he hurriedly rolled up his bedding. A few minutes later, he jumped into the car and waved to the two confused buddies, "Farewell, May 7th Cadre School, this labor reform farm!"