Chapter 28 3. "Beat the dog" and discuss the harm of "plasterer"

When the summer vacation was over that year, as soon as my uncle returned to Modern Middle School in the provincial capital, he sent his cousin, his party introducer, an "appeal" declaring war on the old world, targeting a "beloved little old man" "—his father. That year, Lord He was only in his forties, and he hadn't shown any sign of a "little old man". He was still five feet four inches tall, with broad arms and a round waist, and his voice was like a bell.The seventeen-year-old uncle felt deeply that his father and his era were hopelessly old.The reason was that his cousin wrote to him telling him that his father, who had a sense of justice, supported an enlightened gentry named Li Zidong to replace a bully as district chief, and the local situation improved.In his reply, my uncle pointed out that don't have the slightest illusion about any of them, whether it is Wang or Li, whether it is showing teeth or smiling, whether it is an old dog or a puppy, it is a dog. Everyone bites people, they should all be beaten and eradicated thoroughly!He further pointed out that the "beloved little old man" in our family is a "plasterer who repairs holes for the old times".He used the reformism of average land tax and labor to paralyze the revolutionary fighting spirit of the working people and disintegrate a peasant uprising in the ascendant; It just made it more deceptive; he once used the reward silver he received to protect the opium to set up a free school, which undoubtedly sowed spiritual opium in the Guandi Temple. When is the end of "Education to save the country", and how much do you know about the poison?Looking at the ancient and modern Confucian education in China, besides cultivating obedient slaves and outstanding servants, can we have any other illusions about it?Of course, it is worthy of our congratulations that my father unexpectedly provided us with a piece of soil to spread the revolutionary fire and carry out revolutionary activities!Etc., etc.

The post office did not send this reply letter to my cousin, but to Li Zidong, who was very concerned about my uncle's movements, that is, the newly appointed District Chief Li.Li Zidong found Mr. He and said, "Brother Yushun, do you really have a good son?" When Mr. He heard others praise his son, he raised his eyebrows and started talking: "This kid is smart since he was young, but he is just too naughty! Don't you Forgot, he was reading the Four Books and Five Classics in your private school earlier, but he had a slingshot hidden in his sleeve. The sparrows were chirping under the eaves, making people disturbed. He sat still, but looked away from the book and glanced out the window , as soon as the slingshot is pulled, the sparrow falls to the ground without even bothering to flap its wings."

Li Zidong said: "Yes, yes, he even knocked off six animal heads on the roof of my house with a slingshot!" Master He said: "I want to hit his handwriting, why are you still protecting him? You said, don't dare to hit, don't dare to hit, you only saw him playing with a slingshot, why did you forget that he can also write well? The inscription on the Empress Temple was written by him when he was twelve years old. If you hit the baby's hand, the Queen Mother will not obey you!" "Yes, yes!" Li Zidong said, "He wrote that 'Purple Qi Comes from the East', and it is still in my hall. Hang on!"

"When he was thirteen years old, I sent him to Luoyang to attend high school. Hey, he was wearing a melon cap lining and a homemade cotton gown. It was coarse cloth made by his mother. It was dyed for him by his uncle's dyeing workshop. He dressed up like a little rich man, and entered the foreign school in a flash. Whoever saw it said, isn’t this a sweet potato egg that was arched out of a mountain nest? Well, it’s only been two years, this is it Sweet Potato Dandan was admitted to a middle school in the provincial capital. When he comes back from vacation, he still has to go to Guanye Temple Primary School to study with his cousin, and also to play guns and clubs with me. When the lights are dark at night, he still has to point a gun at the incense head , became a sharpshooter..."

Li Zidong said for him: "Yes, yes, he went to the south slope and killed two red foxes with two shots!" "You still praise him for being both civil and military!" Master He laughed loudly, "He has grown in size and knowledge all these years after he went to school, but he can't sit still. He's the leader. But it's no wonder he lost the Northeast without firing a single shot. Who in China doesn't hold his breath? I really like that this kid hasn't lost the blood of our mountain people!" "Hello!" District Chief Li hurriedly took over the conversation, "Young Master is making great progress now!"

"You want to praise him again, don't you?" "How can you not boast? The eldest son stopped beating foxes, and he is going to beat dogs again!" "Hey, what kind of dog is he hitting?" Li Zidong handed the letter to Master He and said: "No matter what kind of dog it is, beat it hard and eradicate it completely, and I, an old dog surnamed Li!" When Lord He read the letter, his face turned the color of a pig's liver. Li Zidong said: "Dear little old man, don't be angry. The eldest son is still showing favor to his father. You are still a bricklayer, much better than a dog. Let's mend your hole!"

Master He held back a sentence for a while: "You wait, I have to deal with him properly!" My uncle received a letter signed by the "little old man", saying that even if all the dogs in the world bite people, even if you kill all the dogs in the world with one blow, you will definitely not be able to become Wu Song.In order not to allow today’s education to cultivate a slave or servant for my family, nor to cultivate a "dog-beating hero" who beats eight families with one stick, starting from this month, I will stop providing you with all tuition and miscellaneous fees, and sever the father-son relationship with you. You are not allowed to enter the gate of the He family again.Master He couldn't bear it after finishing the family letter. After signing the name of "little old man", he wrote another "youji": "If you can listen to the words of the 'little old man', take back the 'beating the dog' Also discuss the theory of 'Mason', or it can be another matter!"

This letter was received by my uncle before he was thrown into the Huan River by soldiers.He knew that his grandfather was a former scholar, and it seemed that his father had also received his grandfather's true biography. From his father's reply letter, he really learned that a Tuanzong not only knows how to use guns and clubs, but also can write and write.But after he jumped out of the Huan River, he looked at the vast land and was in a daze, and suddenly found that he not only had no school to go to, but also had no home to return to. "Haha! Now, I will become a proletarian." Uncle laughed heartily. He said that he was very glad that he had finally become a proletarian by "working his muscles and bones, starving his body, and emptiness" lucky.As Mencius said, this is a gratifying sign of the "heavenly mission" to the proletarians!Since then, he has turned into a professional revolutionary with a real proletarian attitude.

Of course, he won't know that he has to pay the price for the grand theory of "beating dogs" and talking about "masons". In 1936, the Communist Party of China Western Henan Industry Commission sent my uncle back to his hometown to carry out revolutionary activities.The 21-year-old professional revolutionist saw his long-lost hometown but dared not rush home.Podi Town is under the rule of District Chief Li Zidong, and the "beloved little old man" is still holding the door of the He family with a trowel!The cousin who introduced him to the party has died of illness, and I don't know whether Guan Ye Temple will accept a hero who swears to "kill all the dogs in the world".It was drizzling.Only the mountain road in his hometown still has a deep affection for him. The sticky red clay will hold on to him as soon as it sees his footsteps, and every step will bring up a large lump of red mud.He held a net basket in his hand, and bent down from time to time to poke the mud sticking to the soles of his shoes with a branch. He struggled to walk and looked around in panic, like a calf pulling a cannon cart into the trough of revolution.

It was getting dark, and he got into an earth temple to shelter from the rain.The land master had been smashed six years ago when he led the "Yi Su Society" partner when he went home for vacation, leaving only one foot, so that he could still lean on the land master's toe to organize his thoughts.But he suddenly saw another proclamation he wrote on the temple wall back then: "A clay body, dim eyes, no food for three meals, no work in the four limbs, dazed five senses, no master of the six gods, no understanding of the seven senses, offering offerings from all directions. What are you doing?" Then there was a "boom".However, the most urgent question at hand is, what kind of price will he pay after he enters the village for the call for "beating dogs" and discussing "plasterers"?

Even the most thorough communist fighter will secretly miss his biological father who is not communist.What's more, he already knew his mistakes in theory and strategy, and his heart was full of longing and guilt for a "beloved little old man". A veteran party comrade told my uncle a story: When that "little old man" was the captain of the police brigade in L County, the county magistrate asked him to lead a platoon of troops to wait for orders.He came on orders.The county magistrate showed him a secret message from Liu Zhi, the chairman of the provincial government, asking the county magistrate to quickly apprehend Li Zongqing, a prominent CCP criminal who fled from his home in Gaocun, L County.Master He was taken aback.Li Zongqing was his deskmate when he was in middle school. He was a student with excellent academic performance, so he thought about how to save him.In order to please Liu Zhi, the county magistrate wanted to accompany the team to arrest him personally, and ordered to set off immediately.Taking advantage of the time when the county magistrate was changing his clothes, Master He hurriedly dispatched guards on a fast horse, quickly reported to Li Zongqing, and asked the groom to bring an untrained strong horse.The county magistrate got on the saddle, and the horse kicked and slammed, and it bounced a few times, throwing the county magistrate "on its back".The county magistrate became furious, got up and competed with the fierce horse, causing the groom to whip the horse.The groom whipped his whip in front of the county government office, and the fierce horse refused to obey the discipline, kicking and jumping in front of the county magistrate, hissing to the sky.Master He felt that the time was running out, so he scolded the groom for his incompetence, and changed the county magistrate for a fast horse.When they rode their horses to Gaocun, Li Zongqing had long since disappeared.Later, Master He received a letter saying that the Taohuatan water is three thousand feet, and it is not as good as my husband sent me.Signed "Tong Zhuo". The one who told this story to his uncle was this "Tong Zhuo", that is, Master He's deskmate in middle school. "How do you say your father is a 'plasterer'!" Tong Zhuo said, "He obviously poked a hole for us in the state machine of the county government, how do you say he can only mend the hole! You have to learn from Lenin "On Leftist Infantile Diseases." Tong Zhuo also said, "Did you know? Your introduction to the party was introduced to Podi Primary School by Li Zidong, who you listed as a 'dog'. In terms of their relationship with my party, for example, You are still early!" The sound of dogs barking came from the villages and towns, which was often the sound of dogs courting in the middle of the night.Uncle heard that the dogs were whining angrily.He wanted to say to the dog, please don't protest me in this way, please?Didn't you yelling like this betray me to the reactionaries before I found a place to live?I have already admitted that you are not all vicious dogs that bite people. There are also some good dogs and loyal dogs who guard poor families and cannot be beaten away, and guard the house for poor masters when you are hungry. Isn’t that okay? ?Oops, you are the best dogs, and Mr. Li Zidong and Mr. Li can't be classified as the same as you, can you?God, how can I explain to Mr. Uncle Li, how can I explain to him with absolute sincerity that there is a fundamental and incomparable difference between him and the most outstanding among you?Uncle fell deeply into the quagmire of "irrational logic". The more he tried to explain it, the more he couldn't explain it, and the more he could think clearly, the less he could explain it clearly!But, poor land lord, why is the house you live in leaking?Witness me before my father with your toes, I am no longer against the masons, if a mason mend this hole in the roof where the Lord of the Land lived Speaking, it should be something that can be optimistic... He was too tired from walking and thinking too much, so he dozed off with a hundred times vigilance and chaos in the desolate earth temple, and at the moment when his upper eyelid touched his lower eyelid, he was caught A few pairs of big hard hands pressed down at once.He didn't have time to resist, and he didn't have time to have a pleasant "folks meet fellows" conversation like he did on the bank of the Huan River. When he opened his mouth, he was stuffed into a ball of cotton, which was a ball of cotton that hadn't been run over by the cotton gin. Raw cotton balls that have not been shot by a slingshot.He bit the cotton ball hard, but only one cottonseed was crushed, and the space in his mouth was filled with the cotton ball at once, and the strange smell of cottonseed oil was pressed on his immobile tongue; his head and arms He was also wrapped in a large grain sack, which was a large sack containing mung beans, which made him smell the cool and faint fragrance that can only be smelled after the autumn harvest; he was tied several times with leggings.He decided it was leggings because there were several wide rolls of cloth wrapped around his body like bandages, binding his hands and feet into the leggings.He concluded that this was a very professional sneak attack by the soldiers on him.The two strong men didn't make a sound but only smelled of sticky sweat. They carried him like a night wandering god, and the rotten glue murmured, and they didn't know where they were going.It was a brilliant kidnapping, he thought. He found that there was still a degree of freedom in the hip and knee joints that allowed him to adopt a "carp jerk" posture in silent protest.But he quickly determined that he was carried to the bottom of the slope.There is a small river on the east side of the bottom of the slope.He heard the murmur of running water.He knew the sound of the creek, bubbling and bubbling in a little eddy at the bend.It was the endless whisper of his hometown, which once accompanied him in his childhood and walked into his dream of wandering in a foreign land.His heart was bitten lightly by the spray, trembling and sore.Then, he heard the sound of rushing water.Then, the next step is to pass the bluestone archway at the east end of the town.He guessed right, he could no longer hear the sound of his feet stepping on the mud, his big feet clattered on the bluestone slabs under the archway, and then he could smell the aroma of dung piles.He insisted that his sense of smell was correct, that the manure was the source of the stench, and that the roadside manure piles produced only the aroma of fermenting wine, the smell of chopped straw and earth embracing to welcome spring .All the memories of his hometown approached him so warmly, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.He was thinking that this successful kidnapping might have been done by Bao Zhang Liu Guaizi. He is carried obliquely on his shoulders up a flight of steps.He couldn't tell which doorstep this was in the village or town. There were steps like this in front of the house of the Baogong Office and the shopkeeper of the "Rejuvenation Hall", and they were not far away.Then there was the sound of a door being pushed, the iron knocker clanging, it was a heavy wooden door.Across the sack, the dim light flashed panic and doubts at him.The kidnappers seemed to regard him as a fragile vessel, and "handled it with care" on the cold, hard brick floor.He leaned against the wall and felt the basket beside him.This is obviously not a kidnapping for money.The kidnapper left quietly, the sound of footsteps moved towards the door, and the door was closed with a bang. There was only a solid silence around.He began to mobilize all his talents to free himself, first of all to free his hands.The back of the hand touched the cold stone door pier, and then touched the edges and corners of the door pier, and exerted force on the edges and corners of the door pier, rubbing the leggings on the wrist, once, twice, three times... the wrist was hot, and an earthworm curled from the back of the hand Climbing up and down, it got sticky between his fingers, and he knew it was his own blood.He is happy about it.It's a dependable edge that can grind through flesh and tear through leggings.He quickened his rubbing action as he touched hope.The head covered in the sack was suddenly pecked by a hard thing.He stopped moving abruptly, covering the door pier with his body, experiencing the sensation on his head, which was a dull pain from being knocked by a hard object.Then he heard the sound of "bang bang", and he believed that it was the sound of the pipe banging on the table or the leg of the chair.He felt that he was being maliciously teased, like a blindfolded mouse struggling to escape, but suddenly found a pair of eyes of a cat admiring the struggle.He began to "squeeze the carp", and let out an angry "hum" from his nose.A hand reached into the sack, and he twisted his neck to resist the hand's attack, but he found that the hand only pulled the cotton ball out of his mouth. "Who are you?" he asked. "It's not someone, it's an old dog!" His heart tightened, and then he heard a snoring sound from a nose, and he identified it as District Chief Li's nose. "Uncle Li!" He spoke in the sack, "I'm to blame for being young and incompetent a few years ago, I apologize to you!" "Do you still remember that I am Uncle Li? You would like to hear from you, how do you beat dogs?" "I came back to mobilize the people to resist Japan. First of all, I want to apologize to you old man!" He hooked his head vigorously in the sack to express his sincere apology, "Please open the basket, I will give it to you from Luoyang and return it to my father Bring back two leather jacket tubes, I know the two old people are timid." "Boy, is it a dog skin?" "No, no, it's a lamb skin outside the mouth!" "Why didn't you peel off a few dog skins?" He could hear that Mr. Li's tone had softened. "Uncle Li, please calm down, our Comrade Lenin has already criticized me!" "What?" Mr. Li took off the sack covering his head, "What are you talking about?" His eyes lit up, and he recognized that this was the warehouse in the dyeing workshop.He froze again abruptly.Seeing the "dear little old man" sitting majestically on a bow chair and staring at him, he called out, "Father!" Tears overflowed from his father's eyes, "Your son still knows that I am a father?" Mr. Li was asking him: "What Li Ning did you just say, who is your Li Ning?" "It's Lenin, a Russian. He says I'm a Leftist child." "Hey, when did you go to study abroad again, and are you still under the supervision of the Russians?" "I have a Lenin book in my basket, and it's all written on it!" "I want to ask you, my son," Master He interjected, "What did Lenin say about you?" "Lenin said, 'Dear leftist communists, why did such an unfortunate thing happen to you? It's just because you recited many revolutionary slogans, memorized them too much, but thought little about them.' Comrade Lenin also said that I The first letter read: 'Blag talk, this is the characteristic of petty bourgeois intellectuals. Those who have this habit must be punished!'” Li Zidong whispered to Master He: "Their Lenin is not bad!" Master He had a hidden worry, "Son, why did Lenin punish you?" The uncle said: "You guys put me in a sack, that's not punishment!" He came up with another "carp punching up", "I'm still tied up all over the place, that's not punishment!" His father glanced at him, "Your son is working hard again, isn't he?" "I really didn't expect that this was what Lenin meant!" Mr. Li picked up a sickle, "Brother Yushun, let's ask their Lenin for mercy!" Leggings, "Don't blame your Lenin for punishing you. As soon as you show up in Hancheng, someone will see you. If your father and I send someone to carry you like this, I'm really afraid that others will catch you first Besides, your father just wanted to scare you, so carrying you away like this will save you some energy, won't it?" Master He said: "Go and see your mother, she thinks your hair is turning white!" In the first spring of the 21st century, I went to visit my 86-year-old uncle at Minister’s Apartment in Muxidi, Beijing.I saw two silver-white longevity eyebrows raised high like the tentacles of a butterfly. My uncle's eyes flashed with the confusing light of 1936. He pointed to the bookshelf and said, "Comrade Lenin helped me resolve a contradiction, really. !"