Chapter 7 Chapter 7 New Campaign

1 Cheng Temple Change In the first three days of Xiaoman this year, a severe test fell on me.Yesterday was the birthday of Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi's father Cheng. During the day, the village was as usual, and at night, the village was calm. I still picked up nearly 20 loads of soil from the tunnel into the canal. When the sky was about to dawn, Hongmei and Cheng Qinglin went to the village. A flash of lightning woke me from my bed. "The sky is turned upside down, the fucking sky is turned upside down! Last night someone burned paper and incense in front of the gate of Cheng Temple to worship ancestors." Cheng Qinglin rushed to my bed and yelled. "This is a blatant confrontation of our proletariat with feudal superstition activities." Hongmei handed me the clothes I had just taken off and said, "If we don't stop this unhealthy trend, we will not be able to establish the absolute authority of our Revolutionary Committee." Come!" I understood the seriousness of the situation.If this matter is left unattended, it will not only be evidence of the weakness of the new leadership group centered on me, but also one day strong evidence that the "New Red Revolutionary Base" is a "superstitious tribe".If so, it will not only affect Cheng Gang's revolutionary committee, but more importantly, Gao Aijun's political life and future.Without saying anything, I immediately put on my clothes, and walked to Cheng Temple with Hongmei and Qinglin. Sure enough, I saw more than 30 piles of burnt paper ashes and burnt vetch roots at the gate of Cheng Temple.After interrogation, it turned out that Cheng Tianmin had gone to the county town to attend a meeting, and the gate of Cheng Temple was locked tightly from the outside. These incense burners could not enter Cheng Temple, so they burned paper and burned incense in front of the temple.Looking at the rows of ashes and the vetiver dampened by the night dew, I wonder why I didn't find these last night?So, have these incense burners found me?I have to find these incense burners.Let Qinglin call a few militiamen to guard the scene. Hongmei and I went to the town government to find Mayor Wang who was getting up and washing his face, and asked Mayor Wang to mobilize comrades from the police station to help us file and solve the case. Unexpectedly, Mayor Wang listened. For our report, we rubbed the towel in the washbasin calmly and said, "I think the ten acres of land in your village should be watered." Hongmei and I were a little embarrassed, as if it wasn't us In the revolution, it is because we have nothing to do in our leisure time, making a fuss out of a molehill with the revolution as a trifle. "We're going to organize people to water the fields today," I said, "Mayor Wang, there are still people who dare to burn incense to worship their ancestors at this time. This is a bigger matter than watering the land to increase production." His face froze for a while, and he said: "Gao Aijun, you don't know that I am a demobilized soldier, do you? I was the battalion commander when I was in the army, and now I am the secretary and mayor of the town. I don't know if Xia Hongmei has never been a soldier, but you have to know How should you speak to your superiors?" I said, "Mayor Wang, there is no distinction between high and low in revolution. Subordinates should obey and respect their superiors, but superiors should obey and respect the truth even more." Mayor Wang put his The towel was thrown in the washbasin.The dirty water in the washbasin splashed on me and Hongmei's body and feet. "The truth is that if your land is not watered, the production will be reduced. If the production is reduced, the people will be hungry. If they are hungry, no one will follow the party and no one will make revolution." When he roared like this, his face was covered with blood. , His face turned dark purple.I want to tell him that it’s not that no one follows the party or engages in revolution when they are hungry, but that they follow the party and make revolution with the party because they are hungry.This is an irrefutable experience and truth that has been practiced by revolutionary history.But before I could say these words, Mayor Wang opened the drawer, took out a few pages of materials copied on lined letter paper, and threw them at me.Hongmei and I took a look at the material, and it turned out to be the "Thoughts on whether Cheng Temple is a feudal legacy or a cultural heritage" that we sent to the county and two-level newspapers.Hongmei and I were stunned.He said: "Take it away. If you want to destroy Cheng Temple, you will destroy the hearts of the Chenggang brigade. I will see how you will continue to work, become cadres, and carry out revolution after losing much support." The town government came out.We decided to give Mayor Wang some color and have a look.There is a brick pavement outside the gate of the town government, surrounded by paulownia trees.There are fine weeds and insects growing in the cracks of the bricks.Standing on that brick floor, Hongmei and I both had a stiff yellow complexion.She looked at me with the material "Thoughts on Feudal Remains or Cultural Heritage", which is related to Cheng Si and our future, and said, "Why did it fall into Wang Zhenhai's hands?" I said, "This proves that From top to bottom, there is a black line inside the party, and without the black line, this material would not fall into the hands of Mayor Wang." The stiff yellow on Hongmei's face was a little pale, as if the cruel enemy had already stood in front of him with a gun. before us. "What should we do?" she said, "We can't let Wang Zhenhai lead us by the nose." Of course we can't let Mayor Wang lead us by the nose, just like China can't let Khrushchev lead us by the nose. What about the secretary and the mayor of the town?Looking at the tung tree forest outside the brick floor, I can see the sun squeezed out from Dongshan Mountain through the gaps in the leaves, like blood gushing out, splashing and splashing, dyeing Dongshan Mountain and half of the world red, illuminating the world and the universe up.I heard the voice of the sunrise with a hoarse bang like a bursting blood vessel, and saw a worm bag hanging from a tung tree in front of me falling from mid-air, with a snap, the worm retreated back to the bag.At this moment, I was enlightened and enlightened by the revolution, and a force came to me from the blood red of the sunrise, so, from the falling worm bag, I opened a path that revolution will be born, and revolution will win , the door of truth that if there is no revolution, you will lose, and if you don't revolution, you will die.I looked at Hongmei's face and saw the bewilderment and sorrow in her eyes that she had before.I said: "Fuck her, the mayor counts, and the battalion commander counts." She said: "Do you dare to fight against him?" I said: "If we don't fight against him, where is our way out?" After a while of silence, I stared at Hongmei shamelessly for a while, and then I suddenly said: "Hongmei, have you missed me recently, have you missed that?" She glanced away, turned her face to hum, and said "Aijun, Guizhi is gone. As long as you miss me, I will give it to you anytime. As long as it is safe, I will do it anywhere." I took Hongmei's hand and stood in front of the town government's red-painted gate. In the mottled sunlight slanting from between the round leaves of the paulownia tree, I recklessly acted recklessly, like a pig, like a dog, like a horse like an ox, and stuffed her hand from the seam of my trousers between my legs. When her soft fingers touched my shameless hardness, the two of us immediately trembled, and each took a step back as if shocked by electricity, while turning our heads to the sides and looking at each other in panic.An old man surnamed Cheng walked out of his home with a bucket and went to fetch water from the well in Chenghou Street.We turned around and looked at each other.She said, "Aijun, I'll be waiting for you on the Shisanli River Beach tonight." I stared at her half-white face, like looking at a nude painting.She said, "You don't want that anymore?" I said, "Think about it, think about it to death. Every time we succeed in a revolution in the future, we will go crazy about that thing. Celebrate it with that thing. Ten or a hundred times in daily life, I am happy.” (She stares at me like I stare at her, I don’t know if she is staring at my mouth or at the tip of my nose, am I also looking at a nude painting? ) I said: "Today we will lead the crowd to rush into the temple, we will not smash the houses of Cheng Temple, we will burn all the works of Er Cheng, and see what he dares to do to us, and then you and I will go to the river beach Come on, let’s go crazy once to celebrate.” We decided to launch a battle against Chengsi in the midst of hunger and cold about that matter.We have the failure of the battle of the archway as the mother of success, and we firmly believe in the inevitable victory of the battle of Chengsi.Because in this early summer, we have seized the leadership of Cheng Gang and accumulated many experiences and lessons in the revolution.I have become 120% aware of the depth and mystery of class struggle, and the soul can be grasped; I have 120% understood that revolution is like war.Revolution is war.Since wars can only be eliminated by wars, and revolutions can only be achieved by revolutions, why don't we use the experience and theories of revolutionary wars to guide the current revolution?Why don't we make revolution in the form of war?Of course we want to wage war in the form of revolution and carry out revolution in the form of war.Of course we had to rush to the Chengcheng Temple and burn Ercheng’s Complete Book, Ercheng’s portrait, and all the Four Books and Five Classics upstairs, the yellowed crisp paper, the Cheng family’s genealogy, the temple’s property registration book and all the cultural classics of the Cheng family in the past and data.Those long books bound with fine leather thread, those musty-smelling scripture scrolls in cloth basins, those portraits of ancestors with long beards painted on huge sheets of paper, those who were regarded as masters and scholars Gods, although few people read and fiddle with their writings, it can be said that the people surnamed Cheng (mainly middle-aged and elderly) in the Cheng Gang Brigade are all in awe of them?Aren't they all proud of it?Don't they all regard these as Cheng Si's soul?During the revolution, Cheng Si received unprecedented protection from Wang Zhenhai. What is the relationship between Mayor Wang and Cheng Si?Is the relationship with the old mayor Cheng Tianmin just two generations of Cheng Gang leaders?What ulterior secret do they have that made Mayor Wang dare to regard irrigation as more important than feudal superstition?Hongmei and I walked back towards Cheng Temple.Cheng Qinglin and several militiamen with red and white wooden sticks ran towards me and Hongmei, panting as if asking for credit, and said, "Secretary Gao, the truth has come to light, and the truth has been revealed, and some incense burners have been caught." Me and Hongmei Mei stood in front of the grinder in Chenghou Street. "Who are they all?" "They are all descendants of the Cheng family from a foreign country." The militia battalion commander said, "I expected that the revolution in our Cheng Gang would be so hot that no one in Cheng Gang would dare to hit the point of this knife, so I went to search for it." Sure enough, a few people surnamed Cheng from other places were found." Hongmei said: "In order to sound the alarm and kill others, foreigners should let them parade in the streets and let them know that the situation of the Chenggang Brigade is in full swing. Don’t even think about pouring dirty water and shit on Cheng Gang’s revolutionary face.” Qing Lin said, “I’ll prepare the rope and the high hat now.” After speaking, the militia battalion commander Cheng Qinglin turned around and led the militiamen to Chengzhong Street. Walking in the brigade, I stopped him. "Here we have a branch meeting." As I said, I moved to the side of the road and put one leg on a roller, and they all came closer to me. "If you let these people parade in the streets, you will offend their relatives." I said, "These people are all descendants of the Cheng family. All the Cheng family members thought that we would attack and criticize them, but we just wanted to play hard to catch them and let them go." In this way, they won the understanding and support of all the people surnamed Cheng who were close to the old team. At this time, don’t say that we burned the books in the library upstairs, even if we really smashed the Cheng Temple, people surnamed Cheng would not be like them. They stopped us like we did when we smashed the memorial archway last time.” I said, “The People’s Liberation Army used psychological warfare in the War of Resistance Against Japan and the War of Liberation, and now we have to use psychological warfare. Our purpose is to unite the masses and burn the classics in the library ( The soul of Cheng Si), laying the foundation for the next step to seize the power of the town party committee." The militia battalion commander said, "Let them go for nothing?" I said, "Let them go. Let them all go." Hongmei said, "I agree. Aijun stands taller than us, sees farther, thinks deeper, and is worthy of being the leadership core of our team.” (My heart is my flesh, my love is my soul.) The first person who understands me is always Xia Hongmei , love makes us more tacit in the revolution. (The green gauze tent holds the red tassels and stretches as far as the eye can see/Layed off to build a tunnel and dare to move the mountains/The juice of love waters the raked land/The seeds of revolution will bloom and bear fruit in a certain period/The Communist Party is my mother who raised me/Xia Hongmei Gao Aijun Red hearts depend on each other/Aspire to be a Sons and Daughters of China/Shu Ambition Raise the banner of battle high.)

2 Battle of Chengsi Letting go of those people surnamed Cheng from other villages who burned incense in front of Cheng Temple achieved good results as expected in the Cheng Gang brigade.The release of people was just in front of Cheng Temple where the sun rose three poles, and the sun shines on the land, mountains and villages of the motherland one after another.On the open space in front of Cheng Temple, on the stones, and under the corner of the wall, there were huge crowds of people at that time, full of commune members and people who had not washed their faces. When they just got up from the bed and heard that someone was burning incense in front of Cheng Temple, their faces were full of shock. The dirt was pale, like frost on a piece of dirty cloth.Needless to say, everyone knew that a major event was about to happen.At this moment, I saw my father-in-law, Cheng Tianqing, still wearing the old quilt with the cotton exposed, with some grass on his head, standing timidly at the gate of the temple. I remembered that not long ago, Hongmei and I were buried under the wheat pile The scene he discovered, so I gave him a cold look, and he hid in the crowd east of the temple gate.The gate of Cheng Temple was still tightly closed, and there was an antique damp smell gushing out from the crack in the gate of the compound, blowing among the crowd like a draft.I walked towards the gate of Cheng Temple, and the crowd immediately made way for me.The members of the commune looked at me eagerly, waiting for my judgment and verdict on the incense burning incident.I stood with one foot on a corner of the square and large base of the stone lion in front of the temple, with the other foot on the lion's hind leg, with my left hand stuck in my waist, and my right hand pressed on top of the stone lion's head. All the eyes cast on me are weak and lingering.I know I can't speak right now.I just stood on the lion seat, my eyes were half cold and half hot, hot and cold, looking at the dense crowd of Cheng Gang people in front of the temple, looking at the people and masses under my leadership, and the people assigned by me and subjects.I saw the heartbeats of the commune members falling like sleet in my silence.I saw that the faces of the core members of the revolution standing in the front row were all firm with a layer of ice blue, and the three-foot-long red and white wooden sticks (specially made, they always carried on their bodies like guns. It was theirs) The second life) is half held in the hand, and the freshly painted light shines in the rising sun, and the faces of the commune members standing behind the backbone and militiamen show a kind of dead gray.I don't know how cold my eyes were at that time, and I can't see how complicated my eyes are.I only saw that as long as those people met my gaze, their eyelids would droop like withered grass, their eyes would suddenly collapse, and their heads would be hooked like grass in the scorching sun.At this moment, in this moment, in this short period of time, I suddenly understood that in rural revolutions, in rural wars and battles, sometimes swords and guns and words are not used, there is no literary or violent combat, but only with eyes. You can conquer those people and subjects.I shot my eyes over their heads, swept over their faces, and swung over their clothes, legs, and feet, and then, in this silence, I coughed lightly, like a cold wind blowing before a storm In this way, I sent my hoarse, cold and dry cough to everyone's heart like sending a knife or a needle.Afterwards, I coughed, snorted again, cleared my throat, and said loudly to my people: "Today, all members of our Chenggang brigade have seen it --- this new red Yan'an happened very unfortunately. The appalling event of burning incense to worship ancestors. What is the nature of such an event? It is a typical premeditated, planned, and backed anti-Party, anti-revolutionary, anti-socialist, anti-proletarian Cultural Revolution, and anti-great leader Chairman Mao. One of the most typical and most reactionary counter-revolutionary incidents, if you are caught, you will have your feet broken..." I said, "But I, Gao Aijun, will never do such a thing. Although my Gao Aijun is not Cheng, my surname is Cheng I am the village party secretary of 2,600 people surnamed Cheng. I am both the party secretary of the Cheng Gang Brigade and a staunch revolutionary; Well, I should tie up all the people who participated in the incense-burning event, no matter men, women, or children, lock them up, and send them to the classroom, or at least let all of them wear high hats to parade the public. But I don’t. I know I don’t Doing so will become strong evidence that some people will one day use black materials against me. However, for Cheng Gang, for us Cheng (our Cheng?) I am willing to take the risk of making political mistakes, and I am willing to make a certain day When some people objected to me, they left evidence and criminal evidence. They ignored the incident of burning incense and offering sacrifices to ancestors last night. They neither took to the streets to fight, nor handed over to the police; Let go!" (Everyone's eyes suddenly widened. Hongmei's face was covered with a secret pink light, and Qing Lin's face was covered with a dark gray that was somewhat disappointing and discouraged. However, among the members In the crowd, all the people surnamed Cheng showed warmth, brightness and closeness on their faces under my eyes. I should get straight to the point.) I said: "Community members, masses, fathers and villagers, Burning incense and offering sacrifices to ancestors can be said to be a counter-revolutionary incident of internal and external collusion, but it is at least a feudal superstition activity, and it is the revival of the soul of a decadent and declining class. Cheng Yi and Cheng Hao are the ancestors of our Chenggang people. But the emperor, the courtiers, the scriptures and the heart, now is a new society, the Cultural Revolution, and an unprecedented new era. How can you be obsessed with burning incense and kowtow? Fainted! You fainted! You fainted My head... How can I say this? I can only say that I don't blame you, my parents, my uncles, aunts, grandparents, or any members of the commune. The temples below, the scriptures and calligraphy and paintings on the upper floors of the scriptures left for us exude the rotten feudal bourgeoisie. I, Gao Aijun, have thought about it again and again, and the party branch has also studied it. How about explaining to the superiors? Of course, the best way is to release people and smash this temple, but you don’t feel sorry for this temple, and I, Gao Aijun, also feel sorry for it. It is an old house built in the Ming Dynasty. The face of the surname is the symbol of our Cheng Gang Brigade. What should we do? Thinking about the past, thinking about the future, thinking about the past, the only way is to burn the books on the library, burn the words and paintings there, burn the place fragmentary mess, bothAfter saving the people and temples where we burn incense and kowtow, we can tell our superiors that we burned the soul of the temple, we revolutionized from the heart, and the only thing left in Chengsi is the body and dead shell. "I glanced at Hongmei and the person surnamed Cheng. They looked at me silently, and also at Hongmei and Qinglin. Hongmei said loudly: "If you don't burn those books, you have to send the people you caught. Go to the County Public Security Bureau. There were activities and chattering in the crowd. Cheng Qinglin took a step forward, turned his head and stared at his fellow clansmen: "Whether to burn those books is just a sentence from Secretary Gao, and Secretary Gao asked for everyone's opinions with respect." Everyone, but whoever wants to toast does not eat or drink fine wine, and finally had to send dozens of people to the Public Security Bureau, but the temple and books failed to stay. At that time, there was no medicine for regret. I called: "Do you not want those books to be burned, do you?" Someone answered. The answering voice came from the middle of the crowd, and it exploded like a thunder. "I think!" ——Burn it, what are you doing with that thing! With a response, the crowd shouted loudly: "Burn!"Burn now. "As long as you keep the people, burn that thing to nothing..." The hearts of my people drew closer to me under my call, and they were mobilized by me again. The people in the crowd The call sounded like a storm, and following the high and consistent call, those people surnamed Cheng who were hiding behind squeezed forward. Squeezed toward me, and I led the agitated people to rush towards the gate of Cheng Temple. I did it myself The gate of Cheng Temple was removed. This season is facing the scorching heat of midsummer, and the sun near the head of the village begins to emit its scorching light. After the gate of the temple is opened, the fresh smell of the tide in the courtyard blows in, The crowd followed me and poured into the Qianjie compound. Needless to say, some people have never had the opportunity to go into the scripture library in this courtyard for ten, twenty, or even a lifetime. When the time came, the revolution gave them the opportunity, and they followed closely behind, stepped into this mysterious temple, and joined the ranks of fighting to destroy the remnants of feudalism. I arrived at the Zhongjieyuan. In the Zhongjieyuan The hatchback rooms of "Gentle Wind and Rain" and "Scorching Sun and Autumn Frost" facing each other on the left and right were covered by dense grape trellises. In October of the 27th year of Guangxu (1901), when Emperor Dezong and Empress Dowager Cixi returned to Beijing from Xi'an, they passed by Jiudu and toured Longmen. , the two plaques "Yiluo Yuanyuan" and "Xizong Yanmeng" written for Ercheng were originally hung on the hatchback doors of "He Feng Gan Yu" and "Scorching Sun and Autumn Frost". It was covered up. In the yard, there were four thick vines planted decades ago. The small unripe grapes were hung next to each other, and the low ones touched people’s heads. Its luxuriant roots The square brick floor of the Zhongjie Courtyard is bulging and convex, making the Cheng Temple more simple and quiet. When people poured into the Zhongjie Courtyard from the Front Jie Courtyard, the quietness of the Zhongjie Courtyard overwhelmed them. The clutter was overwhelmed and calmed down. The refreshing coldness under the grape trellises made of wire and bamboo poles made people dumbfounded and silenced the news. Living in Chengcheng Temple—the place where immortals go.) When I was thinking this way, my steps had passed through the eight-foot-deep grape yard, and I arrived at the scripture library standing in front of me. The scripture library has two floors, a brick and wood structure, Five rooms in length. In the room on the first floor, in the middle is the aisle leading to the backyard. On both sides, there are piles of obsolete sundries and utensils, and the most of them are dust and straw mats accumulated over the years. In the middle aisle room At the junction with the second floor, there are three gold plaques written by Zhu Xi, a disciple of "Er Cheng", hanging on the three golden plaques of "Zangjing Lou" (another way of saying is that it was written by Yang Shi, a disciple of "Er Cheng". There is no record, and no one took the test, as the person surnamed Cheng said in his autobiography), which made the scripture building show its status and prominence in Zhongjieyuan. Hongmei and I also stopped downstairs. The members of the community They all stopped downstairs. The villagers also stopped. Let a few militiamen stand at the door of the building, let the leading cadres of the Cheng Gang Brigade look up, and followed me to the second-floor scripture building. The stairs are in the At the corner of the left corner of the entrance, when the stairs creaked and sent us to the second floor, an unexpected situation happened, and the world turned upside down in front of everyone. When I was studying, I went to the Tibetan scripture building and became Cheng Tianqing after the son-in-lawI also went to the Sutra Library, and I 100% remember that in the five rooms on the second floor of the Sutra Building, the walls were all plastered with white plaster to prevent moisture and fire. Hechenhuang, under the yellowed north wall, there is a row of old-fashioned red-painted pine wood cabinets, and the middle cabinet with a lock on the door is full of works by Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi, including, "Foreign Books", "Collected Works", "Yi Zhuan", "Jing Shuo" and "Cui Yan" and so on.At that time, "Two Cheng" was regarded as the historical honor of the Palou mountain area and county town. The teacher kept talking about Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi, and kept taking the students to visit in spring and autumn. Go up to the scripture building, stand in front of those bookcases, and listen to him show off his worship and knowledge.I remember the year before I was going to take the County No. 1 High School, our hunchbacked teacher who looked like a slave (but he was really good at teaching Chinese, and most of my talents in writing and speaking came from him. One day when someone criticized him I will protect him, provided that it does not affect my political life and future) I specially selected a few of our students to stand in front of those bookcases and listen to him introduce Brother Cheng’s works one by one.I also heard him say that among the works of Ercheng, Cheng Yi, who is his younger brother, has many works, such as "Book of Emperor Renzong", "Resignation from Professor Xijing Guozijian", "Three Studies Kanxiangwen", "Yan Zi's Favorite He Xue Theory" ", "Letter to the Prime Minister for the Lord of the Family" and so on; while Cheng Hao's writings for the brother are only "Shangdian Zhazi", "Mr. Zhang Zihou's Letter to Hengqu", "Yan Leting Ming" and so on.The Chinese teacher asked us to write down everything he said and memorize it by heart. He said that every year in the test questions in the district, there are additional questions about "Second Cheng". Additional questions, because this hunchbacked teacher who has retired and returned home is the person who made the question).He also introduced Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi's calligraphy, calligraphy and paintings in front of the bookcase, their birth and death dates, and the twists and turns of their official careers.However, in the row of bookcases on the back wall right now, there is not even a volume or a page of two Cheng's books, not even a calligraphy and painting by Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi, and even a book that was casually rolled up and placed in a cabinet. The portraits of Zhu Xi and Yang Shi, Ercheng's disciples, were gone, as was the completely faded portrait of Zhou Dunyi, Ercheng's teacher with long braids, which was framed on the table in the middle of the bookcase.Instead, those bookcases are full of four-volume "Selected Works of Mao Zedong" that can only be seen in the Xinhua Bookstore in the city, various types and editions of "Quotations from Chairman Mao" and "Poems of Chairman Mao", as well as large format "Das Kapital" by Marx and Engels!The writings and books of Lenin and Stalin are various, let alone hundreds of volumes.Starting from Marx and down to Chairman Mao, the works of these five great men were all placed on the bottom of the cabinet with red paper, and the works were neatly placed on the paper.In the other empty cabinets, they were either empty, or the colorful portraits of the leaders were pasted in order.And on the table in the middle of that row of cabinets, the big picture frame that used to be inlaid with Zhou Dunyi's portrait is now inlaid with the vivid and vigorous full-body portrait of Chairman Mao holding an umbrella and going to Anyuan to make revolution.That is to say, all the works of Marx, En, Lie, Sz, and Mao are now stored in the library upstairs.That is to say, the most feudal and heartfelt place is already the treasury of Cheng Gangzhen's revolutionary thoughts and proletarian theories.That is to say, the pace of our revolution has slowed down by a step, because the enemy has blocked our real revolutionary actions under the guise of revolution.That is to say, our plan to launch a war to Cheng Temple sooner or later has already been carefully calculated by some people.Cheng Tianmin had already predicted that sooner or later I would burn the Neo Confucian classics.The village cadres stood blankly in front of the bookcase on the upper floor of the library. The light from the carved windows floating on the grape trellises lightly fell on our faces and bodies, making our embarrassment obvious. Floating and hanging on every gray face of revolutionary childishness.It is said that those scripture books were no longer in the library two years ago.Some people said that the County Cultural Center came here two years ago to pull it away. Some people saw that it was a jeep that came to pull it.Someone said that at that time, the cultural center only pulled a few tables and chairs, and did not pull a book at all.So where did it go?Everyone looked at each other, with a cloud hanging on each face.It goes without saying that everyone suspected that these classics were collected by the old mayor.Cheng Qinglin proposed to break down the passage door leading to the Houjieyuan from the Sutra Library and search Cheng Tianmin's residence, but I thought about it for a while and didn't say anything.Just think about it, if Cheng Tianmin really transferred the calligraphy and paintings of the scriptures two years ago, would he put them in the Sanjie courtyard for you to search?If you can't find those books again, how can you explain to Cheng Tianmin? (Ritaka's ancestor, everyone knows that he is a member of the county CPPCC, and he often goes to and fro with the current secretary of the county party committee. If he is not the mayor, he is better than the mayor.) Can we rush into the Sanjie compound?Can you rush in and search without hesitation?The revolution must be carried out in thinking, and only by looking forward can we have a long-term vision.The most taboo in war is to attack blindly without knowing the enemy's situation.Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in a hundred battles.Revolutions and revolutionary wars are offensive, but there is also defense and retreat—that is quite true.Defense for offense, retreat for advance, sideways for front, detour for straight, are inevitable phenomena in the development of many things.What's more, it is a revolution, and it is a military operation in the revolution. (Fuck his grandma, if only I had the same relationship with the county magistrate or secretary as Cheng Tianmin and the county party secretary.) Looking at the village cadres and those black people of mine, I still have plausible words: "Our current task It is to overthrow the capitalist roaders who are in power, not to catch those who have retreated. We cannot change the general direction of the struggle. Since Cheng Tianmin knows to hide the scriptures, he will not hide them in a place where we can find them all at once " I said: "The main contradiction now is to seize the power of the town government. When the main contradiction is resolved, the secondary contradictions will be easily resolved. Cheng Tianmin and Cheng Si are secondary contradictions and tributaries, and will follow the main contradiction. Solve and solve. What does "Gang Ju Mu Zhang" mean? First overthrow the town government, and then clean up Cheng Si and those shrimp soldiers and crab generals. In the courtyard, the plaque of "Yiluo Yuanyuan" written by Emperor Dezong, the plaque of "Xizong Yanmeng" written by Empress Dowager Cixi, and the "Zangjing Building" written by Zhu Xi or Yang Shi and the front yard were removed. A pile of plaques and signboards written for Cheng Hao, Cheng Yi or Cheng Temple by various dynasties in China were burned in front of the gate of Cheng Temple where incense was burned to worship the ancestors, and at the same time they were smashed in front of the gate of Cheng Temple in the Song and Ming dynasties. The two monuments erected to build the temple and the two stone lions sent to lie in front of the temple by a dignitary in the late Qing Dynasty marked the end of this revolutionary attack with a symbolic victory.

3 victories achieved After the victory of burning down a batch of imperial plaques in Chengsi Temple and smashing several imperial steles, I heard that Wang Zhenhai was so angry that he threw his job into the canteen of the town government, which allowed us (me) to achieve our desired goal.I have recorded the time, place, and witnesses of his throwing bowls and yelling in my notebook (leading the snake out of the hole).We break superstition, punish feudal activities, transform people's thinking, and raise people's consciousness. Why is he so angry?Why did he dare to scold them for not hurrying to water the ground and starve them to death!Who is Guisun?Is it us revolutionaries?We are the grandson of a turtle, wouldn't he become a feudal lord?If the revolutionary youth is the grandson of the turtle, then we are willing to be the grandson of the turtle and let him be a counter-revolutionary feudal lord!Let him serve as the best and most authoritative umbrella of Cheng Gang's feudal class represented by Cheng Si and "Er Cheng Neo-Confucianism".Lu Xun said that silence is also a kind of resistance, perhaps the best resistance.For Mayor Wang and some problems, we did not report them, but it was too late.When the time comes, it will be reported naturally.When the time comes, don't report yourself.Because I am already a legitimate member of the Cheng Gang Town Party Committee, I can already legitimately attend the Cheng Gang Town Party Committee, and I have the conditions to record every word and deed of Mayor Wang in my kraft paper-covered notebook at every meeting up.In early winter, when the wheat was being planted, I had written down 72 of his reactionary remarks in my notebook.He said, "Grasp the revolution, promote production, how can we be revolutionary if we don't promote production"! (Revolution is the first, and production is subordinate. Doesn’t he reverse the relationship between revolution and production? Isn’t it the theory of productivity?) He also said: “Women are a treasure, and revolution is a treasure.” (This is the most typical It is a pity that the town's propaganda officer Li Li said to me. This bird man is determined not to write a statement or be a witness. He regrets letting me know about it. One day I will become the mayor of the town. Give this Officer Li a little color, and let him regret it.) When the mayor Wang was speaking to the branch secretaries of the various brigades at a three-summer mobilization meeting, he quoted Chairman Mao's quotation "Without a people's army, there will be no people's army." Everything" was changed to "Without a pile of food for subsistence, there is no everything for the people." At that meeting, he drank a few sips of wine, in front of a female branch secretary named Zhao Xiuyu (over 40 years old, very ugly , can hardly be compared with Hongmei), took the man's hand and said: "Zhao Zhishu, you look very much like the wife of our second company commander when I was the battalion commander in the army. You are as brave as her Because, keep your mouth shut, among all the brigade cadres, I trust you the most." (Do they have improper relationships with men and women? It's good to have it!) According to the law of the rural revolution, after the wheat is planted, the winter slack will come. Now, both revolution and love will enter a new climax.During this year, I persisted in working under the leadership of Mayor Wang with a silent and patient attitude.The reason why I can keep silent is because the major love project between me and Hongmei this year did not go as smoothly as I thought.I always miss a job by bumping into a tree root while digging.When I dug more than 100 meters, I also encountered a layer of red stiff soil. Fortunately, the place that looks like soil and stone is only a few meters long. What about the thickness of 20 meters?Can I still get through our love channel as scheduled?What's worse is that when I planned the project, I didn't plan the ventilation and exhaust functions of the tunnel. When digging to a depth of tens of meters, the air is thin and people feel difficult to breathe.For this reason, I thought of many ways, and bought a small blower, but the blower needs AC power, and the village often has power outages; I wanted to dig a vent somewhere, but digging a vent was feasible, but it was not safe.Finally, I decided to use a half-moon shovel for engineering exploration to dig a small bowl or an arm-thick ventilation hole from bottom to top every ten meters or so.这个通风口的上端必须都在哪家住户的院墙、屋墙的地基下。你们知道，豫西人的院墙、屋墙的地基都是由石头生砌而成，都高出地面一尺或几寸，把通风口挖在地基下，既不会被任何人有丝毫的觉察，又能从那些生砌的石头缝中把地面的空气输送到地道里。通过这一卓然有效的设计和实施，我坚信我不仅是天才的革命家，还是一个天才的地下工程师。我用我所学过的数学和物理，加上地面观测和在工程兵服役时所拥有的知识和经验，在我由下至上挖的17个四五米深的通风口中，有一个是挖在街上的碾盘下，一个挖在程寺门前的一棵枯柏的树洞里，另外15个，全在墙基下，有14个不偏不倚，只有一个稍有偏差，挖在了程桂芬家的院墙外，幸好那院墙外是一个柴禾垛。我把那个通风口用一块石头塞死废弃了，我相信那堆柴禾烧完时，主人发现那个黑洞会以为那是一个黄鼠狼窝或别的野兽洞，也许那些柴禾的枝枝叶叶会自然地把那洞口堵塞着。总而言之，道路是曲折的，前途是光明的。我的庞大繁重的地下爱情工程已经挖了250多米了，再有十几米，到程天青家那半亩地的空闲后院下，我就该挖地下房屋了（真正的洞房哟），人身肉体急不可耐时，就可以和红梅到那洞房夫妻了，可以放心大胆地在那云山雾雨了，可以彼此赤裸裸，不带一丝针线地在那洞房行着事儿说笑和商议革命和工作的事宜了。我还没有告诉红梅说我对她情爱的重大行动和方案。有几次我们在野外快活着那样的事儿时，她吃惊地摸着我手上的茧子说：“爱军，你的手咋了？”那时候我差一点把这个秘密开天窗样泄给她，可我一犹豫，却又对她说：“我生就是劳动人民的命，随便干点活儿手就起茧子。”我想把地道挖到她家时才突然告诉她。我要让她那当儿望着我惊奇地瞪着眼，在某一天革命又有了巨大的成功之后，比如我当上了党委书记或镇长或县委委员时，让她万分惊奇地跟在我身后，一步一步走进地道里，摸着泥土，感叹我对她伟大的爱情和占有。我要她往地道深处走去时，边走边解衣扣儿，每走五步就如天女散花般把她的衣裳往地道丢一件，到了中间洞房处，正好脱得一件也不剩，赤裸条条地立在那。然后，我们就在那洞房的床上饿了吃，渴了饮，不饥不渴时就疯疯狂狂、云云雾雾那事儿。我们要一天疯狂八次那事儿，一次事儿云雨三个小时整。我要把一生对她肉身的饥渴都在她第一次走进洞里的三昼夜里吃喝掉，然后再在那里搂着她一口气睡上三天又三夜，七十二小时，睡醒了，精力充沛了，再和她一起走出地道投入火热的斗争、火热的革命、火热的人生里。 （也许我在我们第一次走出洞时的路上还会若有所失地和她疯狂一次那事儿，会在洞口的光亮里再完成一次我的高潮和她的高潮儿。）可这一切都取决于我必须立刻把地道挖出来，把真正的洞房挖出来。我已经把洞房重新设计了。我要在洞房靠程天青的住屋地下四米的深处留下几方土，用那留下的长方形如坑样的地形做床儿，再把洞房内挖出二至三个通气口，一个在程天青的院墙地基下，另一个在他睡的后墙下或是床铺下。也许通过那床或后墙下的通风口我能听到程天青和他媳妇在床上有没有做事儿，还能听见疯了的程天青说些有关大队和镇上的情报和秘密（喂———喂———村之为战，人之为战———要打一枪换一个地方———打一枪换一个地方；不能放空枪，不能放空枪）。可是，在我正准备挖设洞房时，有一件是可忍孰不可忍的事情发生了。种上小麦后，我在镇上召开的一个基层干部会上碰到了镇党委管文件和会议记录的田秘书。田秘书把我拉到会场一角神神秘秘说：“高支书，你哪儿得罪了王镇长？”我知道我哪儿都得罪了王镇长，可我说：“我哪敢得罪王镇长，我是王镇长路线的坚决拥护者。”田却说：“你再想一想，不得罪王镇长，上个月县委组织部要选拔一个县团委书记，你是三个人选中的第一个，可组织部派人到镇上一考查，王镇长咋会对人家说你华而不实，爱出风头，是地地道道的假革命。”我一下惊住了，立马把田从会场角拉到了会场外的男厕所。 “王镇长还说我啥儿了？”田又到厕所外边看一眼，“说你和夏红梅是一对革命小丑，如果有一天你们得志，才叫老百姓们哭天抹泪，才叫革命暗无天日哩。”我问：“组织部的同志说了啥？”田说：“组织部来的是一个副部长，他好像对你很失望。”我问：“现在团委书记谁当了？”田说：“听说最后由第二人选顶上了，是县丝绸厂的一个副厂长。”事实证明，革命不能对王振海心慈手软了，他已经阻碍了历史的前进和发展，已经完完全全，彻头彻尾成为革命的敌人和绊脚石。人不犯我，我不犯人，人若犯我，我必犯人。这是中国革命的国际原则，这也是高爱军参加中国革命的根本原则。我把自己关在家里，用三天三夜的时间整了王镇长一份题为《撕破程岗镇书记兼镇长王振海的丑恶嘴脸》的揭发材料，统共28页，一万三千字，所以那材料的副题是———关于控诉王振海的万言书。大致摘要如下：一、关于王振海的反动言论二、关于王振海的男女关系问题三、关于王振海支持封建活动问题四、关于王振海多吃多占的经济问题五、关于王振海“唯生产力论”的问题这份落款是程岗镇革命群众的揭发材料，我有意写了不少错字，又用左手复写三份，一份寄给县委，一份寄给县政府，第三份寄给了县委组织部。之后的日子里，我并不打听那材料寄到县上的回音和反映，而开始在程岗大队开展了农闲积肥运动，要求各家各户，在冬闲的日子里，每家都必须在门前屋后，用树叶、杂草积下三至五方农家肥，然后把肥料用泥糊起来，顶上留着灌水的槽，每十天半月都必须挑几担水灌入那槽，使那些草发酵腐烂，为来年春天小麦施肥作准备。我说过我是天才的革命家、政治家和军事家。这一次又证明了我果真是天才的革命家、政治家和军事家。当那份万言材料如炮弹样从镇上的邮筒射往县里的第十六天，我又让红梅重新抄一遍，以“程岗镇革命干部”的名义又一式三份寄往县上的不同部门。又十天之后，我再让红梅用左手抄一遍，仍是一式三份的寄出去，这样一个冬闲下来，以不同的落款把那份材料（有时也改一改，换换大、小标题）统共寄出了9次27份，使县上的各部门和主要领导手里，都有了关于揭发王振海的万言书。终于，到来年春天时，县里派来了革命工作调查小组，组长居然是部队对地方实行军管（又名“三支两军”）留在县上工作的一个老团长。团长在镇公所工作了三天三夜，和每一个干部都谈了一次话（这是军队干部工作的老传统），从镇公所领着他的调查小组在程岗街上转了转，看着满街的积肥整整齐齐，一行一排。他用脚便把积肥上糊的盖泥踢开了，立马的，在那盖泥中发酵了一冬的草粪热暖暖、白淋淋、香喷喷的腐味便一下冲进了他和调查小组的每个人的鼻子里。当天，老团长走进了程岗大队部。 “你叫高爱军？”“哎。”“你当过兵？”“首长是从我的名字里看出来的吧？”“我从来不以貌取人，不以名猜人。我看你们大队的积肥整齐划一，不当过兵的人不会这样要求老百姓。”我笑笑。他问：“你得过县里的'革命急先锋'的称号是不是？”我又笑笑，很害羞的模样儿。 “你对革命和生产的关系怎样看？”我说：“要狠抓革命，猛促生产。生产上不去，革命就容易让人看成是空话。生产上去了，革命的旗帜插在哪儿都飘扬。”老团长的眼睛亮起来，又一眨不眨地看着我。 “高爱军，你实话说，关于你们镇王振海的万言材料是不是你写的？”我的眼睛睁大了。 “啥儿万言材料？”他仍然冷冷盯着我。 “真的不是你写的？”我说：“首长，你们调查没有？我到底写了啥？王镇长有错误，我对他确实有意见，比如他理论水平不高，比如他在讲话中爱骂人，还比如他对程岗大队的封建迷信活动迁就姑息，这些意见我以前对县上的人说过，不能因为我说过这些，有些事不经调查就得出结果。毛主席说'没有调查就没有发言权'……”团长朝我摆摆手，打住了我的话。 “我在程岗镇三天谈话二十几个人，谁见我说话都紧张，只有你理直气壮，说话不打一个结巴。”说到这儿老团长突然停住了，突然转了话题问我道：“你今年二十几岁？”我说：“27。”

他说：“哦……年轻哩，愿不愿调到镇政府里去工作？”我说：“革命战士是块砖，哪里需要哪里搬。”我们的谈话就完了，前后用的时间走不了半里路。但在这仅能走半里路的功夫里，我的表现胜过一个有二十年工作经验的镇长和书记，胜过一个连长或营长，我处变不惊，对答如流，藏而不露，有理有据，给一个老团长留下了绝妙美好而又极其深刻的印象。这样的人才他怎能不用呢？区区王振海他怎能挡住我的升迁，挡住历史的车轮吗？终于，我被任命为程岗镇的名副其实的第一副镇长。不消说，这是我革命生涯中最为重要的一步棋。