Chapter 41 Chapter Thirty-Five

The bell rang. Dangdang, Dangdang, three times a meal, the specific rhythm of the assembly clock of the members of the Gaojialing team.The sound of the bell is particularly crisp and melodious on the cold mountains in the early morning, echoing from far and near.After the last knock, the steel rails hanging from the pine branch were still humming, clearly revealing the sound of steel: cold and hard, forbidding and impassioned.Gao Liangjie felt that the cold steel voice penetrated into his body and mind, and he and the steel voice permeated and blended together, showing hardness in the cold.

The members of the commune should have come out from all households and courtyards one after another, and they should gather in small groups to the courtyard while looking up at the pan-top pine.It used to be an eight-minute affair.No, someone came out of the cave dwelling flapping clothes in the courtyard below.For a moment, he saw before his eyes the scene of people rushing towards him along the alleys after every ringing of the bell.Every time the crowd centered on him, he felt cordial.It will still be like this today. The person who came out of the courtyard below was Ma Fuhai.With a broad body and swaying shoulders, he wears a rotten woolen hat all year round.Gao Liangjie used to be very scornful of him, because he was a soldier in Fu Zuoyi's team, his history was not so pure, and he was so slippery and gangster-like.But today, he felt a kindness towards him that he had never felt before.This is the first to answer his bell.Ma Fuhai smiled and greeted with a loud voice, showing a golden tooth: "Liangjie, why did you ring the bell again?"

"I have something to do." Gao Liangjie smiled gently, "Gather together and help repair the railway." "Oh," Ma Fuhai waved his hands disdainfully, "Then I won't go, I'm still going to sell tofu." Gao Liangjie was caught, and then he saw that Ma Fuhai had been busy cleaning up the tofu pickles in the yard, straightening the ropes on the sieve, and now he squatted down to carry the load, humming opera, shaking his shoulders He walked out of the courtyard gate and went down the mountain without even raising his head.The courtyard door creaked back and forth behind him.Gao Liangjie looked at his back, sullenly, his eyes were as cold as iron.

It is especially depressing to be mocked by someone you despise. On the opposite mountain, there are black-spotted figures looking under the pine trees here. It must be the sound of the bell that has aroused their surprise.But there was no movement in the courtyards in Gaojialing Village below.The wisps of cooking smoke were still wafting, and the mother-in-law who was sweeping the yard looked up at the pan-topped pine, saw Gao Liangjie standing under the tree, and lowered her head to continue sweeping the yard without asking any further questions.The young young Zhuzhu, who was shaking the bucket left and right and went down the mountain to fetch water, turned his head and greeted upwards: "Brother Liangjie, why did you ring the bell again?"

"I have something to do." Gao Liangjie said with a smile. "What's the matter?...Let's talk together?...Oh, oh." Zhuzi casually answered while walking with buckets, humming a song to himself and going down the mountain. Another breath of cool air. On the western hillside, five or six old men were standing together with their donkeys and horses, talking about the animal's fur, body fat, and teeth. , evaluating.Hearing the bell, they just glanced at Pandingsong one after another, and said something to each other. The sound of steel has long since disappeared on the mountains, without even a trace of echo.

Gao Liangjie stood under the pine tree with a grim face.The coldness and hardness of steel were frozen in his heart.He stood for a while, then resolutely raised the steel rod again, and this time he rang the assembly clock twice, louder and more resolutely.His hands were numb from the shock.The whole village did not respond.The old men walking the cattle were walking further away, when they heard the bell, they just looked back here when they were about to turn the hillside.The donkey and the horse stretched their necks and lowered their heads, gnawed on the grass, and were led by the reins to turn across the slope.

"Brother Liangjie, was it you who rang the bell? I thought it was a child who knocked it indiscriminately." A young woman's voice was the Yueqin from another yard below greeting him.She was wearing a blue flowered gown with patches on her shoulders, her hair was a bit disheveled and tied in a bun behind her head, and there was a kind and somewhat shy smile on her sallow and haggard melon seed face.Seeing Gao Liangjie's gaze fell on her, she subconsciously straightened her hair, and stretched out her gown quickly, "Is something wrong?" She asked with her face up.

"yes." "After knocking so many times, why hasn't anyone come?" Yueqin asked with concern.Because she was anxious for Gao Liangjie, her shyness disappeared. "It's been a long time since I knocked, people are not used to it?" "Let me help you go to each house and call someone." "No, no need." Gao Liangjie said quickly. Looking at Yueqin's haggard face and the dark blue patch on her shoulder, he felt a kind of complicated emotion in his heart. Twenty years ago, they were the only ones in Gaojialing to go to the county middle school, Gao Liangjie was in high school, and Yueqin was in junior high school.From the village to the county seat for dozens of miles, every time they go back and forth, the two of them follow each other.When wading across the river after the rain, he would roll up his trouser legs and carry her there.She put her arms around his shoulders, and rested her head on his shoulders embarrassingly but trustingly.Her warm girlish body, her breathing next to his ear and stroking his itchy hair all made Gao Liangjie feel impulsive and intimate. In 1963, after graduating from high school, he joined the army.With tears in her eyes, she stood in the crowd and watched him get into the carriage wearing red flowers.Several years of life in the army has polished Gao Liangjie's class vision: Yueqin's father used to be a secretary of the Kuomintang county government. When he returned to the village to visit relatives in 1968, he made up his mind to talk to her: he couldn't.Yue Qin leaned against the tree and wept silently.She didn't blame him and soon married someone else.Her condition is very simple: as long as the other party's composition is good.Her mother died early, and her father made the decision by recruiting her a son-in-law who came from other places to settle down.After Gao Liangjie returned to the village to serve as party secretary, he led the team to clean up the class and found that Yueqin's father still had doubts in his history: he had no bills for three months.Immediately file a case for quarantine review.The old man really couldn't remember or explain what happened decades ago. He was timid and hanged himself.Of course it is "fear of crime".Then it was found out that her husband had concealed his identity. He was not a poor peasant, but a son of a rich peasant. Her husband couldn't stand the criticism, ran away, and never came back.Since then, she has gritted her teeth and worked hard as a young widow, pulling her two young brothers, until now.Gao Liangjie has never apologized for what he has done in the past.But every time he sees Yueqin struggling in hardship and has no resentment towards him, and always has a special affection for him, he always has a kind of complicated emotion in his heart, which often disturbs his understanding of himself in the past. What Enron did.

"Sister," Yueqin's brother Dacheng, a thin twenty-year-old boy, came out of the cave when he heard her talking to Gao Liangjie, and shouted angrily, "What are you dawdling about? You don't want to eat breakfast?" He glanced coldly. He glanced at Gao Liangjie who was standing on the roof of the kiln, "It won't burn your heart if you let it cool down?" "The team is going to have a meeting, Liangjie..." Seeing the brother who was brought up by him get angry, the older sister explained carefully. "It's none of your business. It's not your meeting. They can hold whoever they want."

Yueqin raised her head and looked at Gao Liangjie uneasily, wanting to say something, then looked at her angry brother, lowered her head, and walked back home quietly with small steps close to the ground.He poured a ladle of water on the courtyard, turned around and went back to the cave dwelling.Then came the slam of the door. Gao Liangjie stood there with condensed eyes. Nothing in the village responded to the bell any more.This is the result of working hard for more than ten years for Fenghuangling.Everything in the past no longer exists, but the little friendship from when they were teenagers seems to last longer.It made him feel sad.Once again, he felt the empty sleeve of his left arm hanging straight and heavy by his side.He felt someone behind him, eyes on his back.He turned slowly.His wife Shufen, who was about to go down the mountain, stood behind holding her daughter carrying a schoolbag, and she looked at him with no comfort.He also looked at her silently.In the complicated gaze, the last thing revealed was cold determination.Adversity makes the strong, this is a motto he remembered when he was in middle school.

He turned away from the pan-top pine and followed the path down to the village.It doesn't matter if the bell doesn't work.Since this is a reality, dare to admit the reality.What kind of conditions are needed to work, what kind of means are needed. Once in the village below, he found that the atmosphere was not right.There were no people in every house, the courtyard was empty, the doors were ajar, and some were simply hung with iron locks. The dog was lying on his stomach licking his tongue in front of the kiln door, looking at him lazily.But under the superficial tranquility, he felt an uneasy commotion.He didn't see it, he didn't seem to hear it, but he seemed to smell it, or feel it with his skin in the air, or with his heels in the ground. There was a sound of closing the door, and two people were hurrying down the steep road from a courtyard above.The older one is "Little Furnace Maker", which was nicknamed after the characters in "Taking Tiger Mountain Out of Wisdom" in those years. He is small, thin, bow-legged, with a haggard waist and sly eyebrows, but he is actually a carpenter.The younger one is Bai Qingyu, his apprentice, with a pretty face and narrow eyes.The two of them descended the slope as if they were in a hurry for something, met Gao Liangjie face to face, and stopped. "Going out to get work again?" Gao Liangjie asked. For a moment, a trace of fear flashed across the faces of both the master and the apprentice. It was something Gao Liangjie was familiar with in the past, and it also made him feel satisfied. "Ah, ah... go down for a while." The little furnace maker's fear disappeared in an instant, he smiled socially, pointed down the mountain vaguely, and stepped aside Gao Liangjie without thinking about it. Hastily went downhill.Bai Qingyu followed suit.Gao Liangjie looked at the backs of the two of them coldly.People's eyes have changed now, as if they have drunk wine, full of blood and shining.The word "money" suffocates people like clockwork.Where are the master and apprentice going?Instead of turning left out of the village, they turned right. He suddenly sensed the direction of the commotion in the whole village, and immediately turned around and walked down. Turning against the fence, I almost bumped into a gray-haired old lady.At first glance, it turned out to be the mother.She and Gao Liangjie's elder brother lived together under the background of Gaojialing. "Mom, where are you going?" he asked.The old lady was wearing a new green cloth gown that she was reluctant to wear at ordinary times, her waist was bent, she was leaning on a cane in one hand, and two bottles of sesame oil in the other. "I'm going to Xuanzhong Temple." The old lady had lost all her teeth, her lips were sunken and wriggling when she spoke, and she was not very clear about her babbling. "Mom, you are going to pray to Buddha and burn incense again." Gao Liangjie was a little angry. Over the years, feudal superstitions have also spread, and I really don't know what will happen in the future.The old lady herself was usually reluctant to eat even a grain of sesame seeds, but the several catties of sesame oil were sent to the temple to add oil to the Buddhist lamps. "Do you really believe that the Buddha is spiritual?" His mother was a little deaf, and he said loudly. "If the heart is sincere, the Buddha will be spiritual." "What do you call Cheng?" Mother ignored him angrily, bowed her head and was about to leave. "Mom, why are you burning incense and worshiping Buddha?" The old lady stopped, and pointed at him tremblingly with a walking stick: "For you... How many years can I live? To bless you. Bless you from retribution. Bless your children and grandchildren." Said the old lady with a cane Pushing him away, he walked lightly and heavily. Gao Liangjie was stunned.Ever since he heard that some of his sheep were stolen in the middle of the night, the old man has been uneasy, saying that they were taken away by God, and nagging all day long that Gao Liangjie has been too hard-working in recent years and hurt his servants. God will retribution.Retribution for what?God's retribution does not exist, but human retribution is realistic and dangerous.But he is not afraid.Watching his mother go down the mountain and go far away, he put away his dazed eyes, turned around resolutely and walked towards the village at the foot of the mountain. The sound of the commotion was getting closer and closer, and he quickly found the center of the commotion in Gaojialing. This is the team headquarters of the Gaojialing team. There is a row of six-hole cave dwellings, three walls surrounded by earthen walls, and a square yard in front of the cave dwellings.I heard the sound of people in the courtyard.As soon as they entered the courtyard gate, there was an ear-splitting noise rushing towards them.He stopped.The courtyard was full of excited and shouting crowds.Surrounded in dozens of piles, crowded, hugging, shouting, shaking arms, blushing, staring and arguing, their hair scrunched up, their necks stuck, their veins exposed, and some people were tugging on each other's clothes. The collar cursed.Gao Liangjie understood at a glance: this is the property of the Fen Woodenware Factory.This year, production contracted to households, and the members who knew how to carpentry went out to get jobs, and the carpentry factory stopped.The team has been thinking about dividing up the property, but of course Gao Liangjie disagrees.I didn't expect them to kill first and then play later without telling the brigade.In circles of people, electric planers, chainsaws, complete sets of carpenter furniture, paint, shelf boards, logs, boards, flat cars, walking tractors, rubber-tyred carts... all are auctioned off to individuals.At this time, I only heard this group of people "lifting" the price at "five yuan"-"six yuan"-"six yuan five"-"seven yuan". Yuan"-"sixty-five yuan"-"seventy"-"seventy-three"-"seventy-five" "raised" the price, and dozens of piles of "raised" shouted together . I saw the little stove maker and apprentice Bai Qingyu squeezed out of a crowd of people sweating profusely, looking around on his feet, shouting: "Accountant, accountant." The accountant is a young man with a red and fat face, standing tall on a rubber-tyred cart, holding a ledger and an abacus in his left hand, and a pen in his right hand, greeting him in all directions with his hands clasped around his mouth, and putting his hands on his ears for a while. Listening hard.Hearing Bai Qingyu's shout, he shouted in a hoarse voice that overwhelmed other shouts: "Okay, Bai Qingyu has finished shouting for the carpenter's furniture. He offered eighty yuan, do you hear? Eighty yuan. Is there anyone going to raise the price again? Is it gone? Alright, Bai Qingyu, that set of furniture is yours. It's discounted by 80, and it's on the account." The little furnace maker led his disciples to immediately squeeze the set of saw, ax, chisel, planer and adze out of the crowd, and put it, sweating profusely, on the open space near the wall in the corner of the yard.Little Stovemaker's sickly yellow-faced wife and thirteen or fourteen-year-old daughter were already standing there waiting.He asked them to guard the things, and then led his disciples to squeeze into the pile of people surrounding a pile of wood to "lift". Among a group of people, there were two people who "lifted" their voices extremely loudly, terribly fiercely. "two hundred." "Two hundred? Two hundred and five." "Two hundred and six." "Two hundred and seven." "Three hundred. Damn it, can you still lift it?" "Fuck you, four hundred." "five hundred." "Damn it, I have a thousand. Do you want more?" "Okay, I don't want it anymore, you can pay a thousand. Don't renege on the debt. You don't want it. You are a grandson." "You don't want it? You don't want it, and neither do I." "Didn't you fucking mean to make trouble?" "It's just messing with you, just not letting you succeed." I heard two people inside crackling and fighting.The crowd surged and the commotion opened, and the crowd closed again. Amidst the noise in the courtyard, a middle-aged man jumped on a rubber-tyred cart and stood beside the accountant. He was the captain of the Gaojialing team.He stretched out his hand and shouted to the whole courtyard: "Everyone wants to hurry up, hurry up. They are all in the same village, so it is easy to discuss. What are you arguing about? After the division is over, quickly take the ax and saw, pull the mules, horses, and flat carts to Fenghuangling Go. Why are you still arguing? Won’t you be quiet? Stop arguing. You see that everyone is going up the mountain and there is no one to get the points in advance, you know? He saw Gao Liangjie standing at the gate of the yard.The crowd who had been silenced by his reprimand followed his gaze and turned to see Gao Liangjie standing at the gate of the yard.His straight, 1.8-meter tall and burly figure, his empty sleeve hanging straight down, and his calm and serious gaze all made the crowd feel a kind of pressure. It was a pressure they were used to familiar with.The courtyard became quieter again. "Are you going to go up the mountain to coax and cut trees?" Gao Liangjie walked into the yard, glanced around slowly, looked up at the team leader standing on the rubber-tyred cart, and asked seriously. "This..." The team leader called Tian Shanfa, and hesitated a little bit at a loss. Gao Liangjie knows very sensitively that although his current authority is not as good as that of the brigade cadres in the eyes of the team cadres, it is still better than the masses.He had to deal with the squad leader before he could control the situation: "Whose idea-dividing the carpentry factory?" The team leader looked down in some embarrassment, then looked at Gao Liangjie, scratched his scalp, and said falteringly, "Well,...no one's idea." Gao Liangjie's eyes followed the team leader's and fell on a person standing beside the rubber-tyred cart. That was the former accountant of the woodware factory, named Gu Shangde.The body is slightly tall, the back is a little hunched, the face is pale and swollen, and the whole person has a sickly laziness.Gao Liangjie understood what was going on, but still looked up at the team leader: "That's your idea." The squad leader scratched his head in embarrassment and without denying it. Gu Shangde raised his head among the crowd beside the rubber-tired cart, and said, "I gave the captain an idea." His eyes flickered unnaturally at Gao Liangjie's. Only then did Gao Liangjie look straight at him, and Gu Shangde's confession was just as he expected: "How could you come up with such an idea?" He criticized gently.Grabbing the soft bag of Gu Shangde, he is more confident in controlling the situation step by step.Everything should be easy before difficult.Gu Shangde is a smooth and prudent person, but he is also the most fearful person. In 1957, he was dismissed from the County Timber Company because he wore a rightist hat. He was screened once in every movement, and his guts were all screened out.Gao Liangjie used to talk about policies to him (he always talked about policies), so Gu Shangde has always been grateful to Gao Liangjie. Faced with Gao Liangjie's criticism, Gu Shangde smiled humbly. "It's against national policy to encourage people to cut down trees." Gao Liangjie said seriously. "I didn't ask everyone to go up the mountain to cut trees." Gu Shangde's pale and swollen face was immediately filled with uneasy expression, "I have settled the account, these things belong to the Gaojialing team, piled with rust, It's better to discount the price and share it for personal use." He pointed to the piles of things piled up in the yard and explained fearfully.When he heard Gao Liangjie speak these "policy" language, he couldn't restrain his heart palpitations.Gao Liangjie's gentle, honest, and calm gaze always made people feel a kind of invisible coldness. Under the gaze of that gaze, shudders passed down his spine, and his knees and calves trembled involuntarily.He wanted to wipe the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief to calm himself down, but the hand holding the handkerchief visibly trembled as if he was holding a powder puff to his face. The commotion of the crowd died down. Gao Liangjie felt this change, felt the concentration of people's eyes, and he became more confident.He looked at Gu Shangde very calmly. "Now that we have corrected our past rightist problems and implemented the policy, we should be stricter with ourselves, right?" Gao Liangjie said in a deliberative tone after looking at Gu Shangde for enough time. Upon hearing this, Gu Shangde lowered his head and remained silent. Gao Liangjie felt something: "We have to learn from the past." Gu Shangde raised his eyes to look at Gao Liangjie, and began to wipe the sweat off his face slowly, without shaking his hands. "Of course it was wrong to engage in sports like that in the past, but there are also personal lessons." Gao Liangjie was more tactful. "I have nothing to learn." Gu Shangde wiped off the sweat from his forehead and said indifferently. The crowd was shocked, and Gao Liangjie was also a little shocked.For more than 20 years, people in Gaojialing have never seen Gu Shangde contradict any cadre. "Can't you say that you have learned a lesson?" Gao Liangjie said. "I didn't do anything wrong." Gu Shangde said stubbornly.Seeing that Gao Liangjie was about to open his mouth to say something, his long-stored emotions suddenly burst out: "What lesson do I have? I didn't. It's theirs. It's yours." He pointed at Gao Liangjie's chin and shook violently with. Gao Liangjie was stunned for a moment. "Father, let's go." Gu Shangde's daughter, a handsome girl, came out of the crowd and persuaded in a low voice. Gu Shangde stared blankly at his daughter, swallowed, and vented his anger: "Okay, let's go." He lowered his head with dull eyes, followed his daughter and slowly walked out of the crowd. The crowd started buzzing and commotion again.Gao Liangjie's majesty was shattered in front of the most cowardly people, and people could ignore him even more.I don't know who shouted out amidst the hesitant commotion: "Hurry up and raise the price—hi." Gao Liangjie didn't show his expression on the surface, but he knew in his heart that if the brakes couldn't be stopped, if he opened his mouth, the whole situation and his authority would collapse. "Your attitude is not only not good for yourself, but also harms your children." He looked at Gu Shangde who was walking out of the crowd, and said something that seemed kind but actually powerful.He knew what kind of words could knock Gu Shangde away with one sentence. Sure enough, Gu Shangde stopped suddenly, with a look of panic in his eyes. "In Taiyuan in 1948 and 1949, did you learn a lesson during that time?" Gao Liangjie looked at him kindly, even with a smile on his face. Gushande shuddered under his gaze. "The opinions you raised in 1957 were correct, but didn't you learn a lesson yourself? What about the letter to Wang Xiuli?" Gushande trembled even more.He took out his handkerchief again, and his brow was dripping with sweat again. "Also, what happened on the fifth day of the first lunar month that year, you should have learned a lesson, right?" Gu Shangde's whole body trembled violently as before. There are always some things in a person's life that are not clear.And that often becomes his weakness. In 1948, 15-year-old Gu Shangde went to Taiyuan to take the high school entrance examination, and got admitted to a training class taught by Yan Xishan in a daze. Just half a year after entering, Taiyuan was liberated. This was the first thing he couldn't explain clearly.Wang Xiuli was his ex-wife, who exposed him with his letter in 1957 and divorced.He said some impulsive and inappropriate things in the letter.But who can guarantee that every sentence between husband and wife can stand the political scrutiny?This is the second inexplicable thing.On the fifth day of the first month of that year, the kang fire burned his account books as an accountant in the woodware factory, burning a few irrelevant pages. This was the third thing he had a clear conscience but couldn't explain clearly. These three things are things that most people don't care about, don't know or have long forgotten, but Gao Liangjie remembers everything vividly.He knows the little things that everyone hides in their secret places.That's what's scary about this guy.His brain is like a huge file room, where every person who has ever had a relationship with him is stored, including every detail (for example, those few inappropriate words in Gussand's letter to his ex-wife, memorize verbatim).Every time he sees a person, the resume of the other person first emerges in his mind: name, age, composition, place of origin, political status, family and social relations, resume, historical issues, practical issues... This becomes a conditioned reflex .All those situations that can be included in the archives, no matter who they are (community members, cadres, colleagues, classmates, superiors, subordinates, friends, relatives, reporters who have had a relationship with them once, leaders...), he always remembers them all at once. Never forget.In his mind, there is no one who is unclear.Gu Shangde understood: Gao Liangjie remembered clearly even the slight contradictions in terms used in the past few times when he explained historical issues, and the slight discrepancies in his explanations on a certain day and time. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble under Gao Liangjie's gaze. Gao Liangjie looked at him calmly, waiting for the commotion of the crowd to subside under Gu Shangde's trembling.It was like a hunter admiring a small beast that had been caught and tried to fight back, but was knocked over with a light blow and thrown into the cage.He developed a mood that was both calm and ruthless.This feeling was as cold as steel, yet softly filling his chest.Gu Shande is vulnerable, and he has too many weaknesses that can be caught.In Gao Liangjie's eyes, the strength of a person lies in being cautious and reserved, not revealing himself, not showing his sharpness; while the strength of a person lies in being sober, in seeing and grasping all the weaknesses of all people as much as possible .Years of careful restraint on himself and sober insight on others made his gaze as calm and stern as if he was standing alone in the dark to see the light.Sometimes it is almost hard for him to imagine that everyone in the society has so many and more than one Achilles heel, yet they still live so carelessly and with peace of mind.And when they clashed with each other, very few of them could hit each other's fatal spot concisely and effectively, and that was the easiest thing for Gao Liangjie.Like a fully armed and well-protected person, facing the naked and unprotected crowd, he has an extremely cold sense of superiority.When politically necessary, this sense of superiority turns into a callous blow to others. As expected, the crowd in the yard gradually quieted down again. Gu Shangde's fear proves Gao Liangjie's authority. Gao Liangjie looked around the crowd, and fell on a short, bald old man with a mustache.That was the shepherd Zhao Daleng. "Uncle Leng, are you going to split up and go up the mountain to cut trees?" Gao Liangjie asked him.He didn't care about all the people in the courtyard, and the person in front of him was a soft bag that he could completely control now. "Ah, ah, no, no..." The old man shook his head in panic among the crowd. The old shepherd was held hostage by bandit soldiers for a few days in the World War II zone. When cleaning up the ranks of the class, the policy of day and night forced him to almost hang himself.It was later found out that there was nothing wrong with him, so Gao Liangjie came forward and released him from the quarantine.This obstinate old man who couldn't read or write burst into tears, and from then on he recognized Gao Liangjie as his savior.He didn't know (knew and didn't believe) that Gao Liangjie had arranged the entire case filing and investigation step by step. "Uncle Leng, today the brigade will mobilize everyone to repair the railway, can you go?" Gao Liangjie asked in a tone of respect for the elders.He avoided asking questions from all the people in the courtyard, and faced the old shepherd, he proposed his mobilization to all. "Go, go." Zhao Daleng nodded again and again in a panic. "What about you, Qingming?" He smiled and shifted his gaze to a tall, thin young man beside Zhao Daleng.That was the son of an old shepherd who had worked as a private teacher for a few days. "Go, Qingming will go too." The old shepherd nodded nervously, pushing his son's arm with his hand. "Fuck me." The son yelled at his father, shaking his father's hand. The audience was shocked. "Qingming, what's the matter with you?" Gao Liangjie asked, the young man in front of him was always respectful to him. "What's wrong with me?" The young man's chin trembled angrily, as if he had been insulted unbearably, "Stop doing this again." "Who provoked you here?" Gao Liangjie asked alertly and suspiciously.He really didn't understand how this usually taciturn and honest young man got so angry. "Don't pretend to be confused." "Qingming, what's going on here?" Gao Liangjie was calm and serious. "You understand better than anyone else." "Qing Mingzi." The old shepherd anxiously pulled his son, "Are you crazy?" "I'm not crazy, just leave me alone." Qingming blushed and shook off his father's hand, "I'm telling you," he pointed at Gao Liangjie, his hand trembling angrily, "stop treating my father as a coward Bullying. You haven’t bullied him enough? You have become his life-saving bodhisattva. You didn’t instigate any of the other things. Don’t think I’m a fool too. My father is stupid, but I’m not. Let me tell you, I lowered my head and went back to thank you, Secretary Gao. I didn’t dare to breathe out, and I didn’t dare to raise my eyebrows. That’s what I can’t do. My father is held in your hands. It’s not that I don’t have eyes. I’ve seen you clearly Originally, if you want to bear it, let it go, and the matter is over. You still play my father as a fool, don't even think about it. From now on, don't do this. " "Qing Mingzi, what are you doing?" The old shepherd's face flushed red, "Blood spouts." "I sprayed him with blood? He killed without blood." Qingming pointed at Gao Liangjie and shouted. Gao Liangjie's face, which had never shown any signs of expression, turned red and white. "You..." The old shepherd was so angry that he shook his fists and stamped his feet, trembling and unable to speak, "You have lost your power?" He snatched a two-inch-wide long wooden stick from the other person's hand, and threw it at him. The son swung it on his head. Qingming raised his hand to block it, and with a click, the wooden bar broke. He bent down in pain and covered his arm with his hand.The old shepherd swung half of the wooden stick again, and hit his son on the head with a bang.Qingming let go of his hand covering his arm, and then covered his forehead again, blood trickled down from between his fingers. Seeing the blood, the old shepherd was stunned, then stomped his feet and shouted tremblingly: "I'll kill you." The son covered his forehead, and the blood flowed down his arm, dripping to the ground.After a while, he put down his hands and let the blood flow down his face. There was a bloody and deep oblique gash on his forehead, which looked scary.He stood there, looking at his father.The old shepherd was trembling, unable to speak. Qingming slowly turned his face covered with blood, stared at Gao Liangjie full of hatred, and said slowly through the gap between his teeth: "You are quite shady." That cold voice sent a shudder on Gao Liangjie's back . Qingming walked slowly towards Gao Liangjie step by step with his face covered in blood.The crowd thought he was going to make a move, and immediately came up to make a fuss and dissuade them: "Qingming, if you have something to say, please speak up." "If you are a native of this village, you have nothing to say." Qingming pushed aside the obstructing arms, walked up to Gao Liangjie and stood still, wiped the blood from his face with his hands, looked at Gao Liangjie gloomyly, and swung him in the face: "See the blood." Gao Liangjie's face and forehead were splashed with blood spots and lines. The crowd froze in shock. Gao Liangjie stared at Qingming with blood on his face, and Qingming also stared at him with blood on his face.Gao Liangjie's cheeks twitched.For more than ten years, his authority and personality have never been insulted like this.His body, which was as strong and straight as a steel ingot, also transmitted a series of slight vibrations.That was anger, viciousness that demanded strong measures.He stared at the other party motionlessly, and at the same time took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped away the blood on his face. The crowd was stunned for a while, and then became agitated again, coming up to try to persuade Qingming.The little captain who had been staring blankly with his mouth open all the time suddenly came alive.He jumped off the rubber-tyred cart, pushed aside the crowd, came up and tried to persuade him, "Forget it, forget it. Qingming, it's wrong for you to do this. Uncle Leng, it's even worse for you to hit someone. You can't beat your own son casually. Liangjie , Forget it, if you want to criticize and teach me a lesson, wait until Qingming calms down. If you have anything to do, go ahead. Don’t stand here, everyone. Let’s end here today. Take it and go. There is no point, and we will discuss it after a few days of research.” The crowd roared into chaos, and while they were yelling to persuade, they packed up their things, carried them and walked out of the yard, fearing behind. Gao Liangjie stood there.The crowd was noisy and crowded, carrying things and rushing towards the courtyard gate from beside him.He could hardly stand still and moved a few times.Qingming on the opposite side was also pushed behind the rubber-tyred cart by the crowd.The sharp confrontation between him and Qingming was instantly overwhelmed by the noisy crowd in front of him.People didn't care that Qingming dumped him, Gao Liangjie's face was bloody, and they didn't care about the sharp confrontation just now.People only care about their immediate self-interest.However, it was the crowd that was so noisy and crowded that he couldn't stand still that made Gao Liangjie truly feel the uncontrollable and terrifying power that opposed him.Since then, he has completely lost control of Fenghuang Ridge. "Which of you dare to go out?" A hoarse roar stopped the crowd rushing towards the gate of the courtyard.A lame old man with a gray beard, leaning on a cane, held up a black and shiny guillotine to block the gate of the courtyard.This is an old widower with no children. Since the cooperative started, the collective has been taking care of him for thirty years, helping to cut hay and feed the animals in the barn. "Split, divide, divide. The collective will tell you to divide." Old man Tian cursed with a white beard trembling with anger, "I will chop anyone who doesn't leave something behind." The crowd froze there, looking at each other. Gao Liangjie felt moved and desolate: only this crippled old man still remembered the benefit of the collective to him.He had starved to death without collective care for him for thirty years. At this time, the two brigade cadres hurried into the yard. They scanned the scene, walked through the crowd and walked to Gao Liangjie without thinking too much.People from several villages couldn't stop them, and they had already gone to Fenghuang Ridge.Urgent situation. Gao Liangjie looked at the crowd in the yard and the old man Tian standing at the door holding the guillotine, "You guys solve the problem here." He ordered the two of them, and then moved away from the crowd, and walked away from the old man Tian who was holding the guillotine. He walked out of the courtyard gate and rushed towards Fenghuang Ridge. Before reaching Guishoujian, I saw a crowd of people in the distance.Uncle Mu's rough and resonant scolding sounded in the noisy crowd.When I arrived, I saw hundreds of people crowded at the mouth of the stream with axes, saws and ropes.Uncle Mu stared blankly, blocked the mouth of the ravine with a sickle, and yelled: "You are the royalists. . . . You cut down trees, burn down mountains, set up machine guns, and kill off your sons and grandsons." 人群正闹嚷着要挤开闷大爷往山上去，看见高良杰走来，都把目光转向了他，略迟疑了一下。 “走，上山。别理他。现在也不归他大队管了。”人群中有人喊了一声。“对，走，上山。”人群哄嚷着又往涧口涌上去。 闷大爷上来拦。他哆嗦着，却没有用镰刀砍人。生性善良的心再疯迷也知道这一条。他只是驼着背，低着头朝人们撞去。人们三下两下搪拨开他，就涌过去。 老汉真急了。天亮以来，他就一直在前面狭窄的山谷里发疯似地砍着枣刺放着土石拦路堵道，现在看来就要挡不住了。凤凰岭上的树就要被砍光了，一棵都不剩了。凤凰岭上的鸟啊、兽啊都要跑光了，一个都不留了。只听见他大吼一声，低着头像野牛一样朝人群冲撞去。人们纷纷往旁边躲着，老汉直直地一头撞到路边的一堵青石壁上，声音响得骇人，倒下了。 人群这一下才惊呆了。 “人要死了，你们准备住法院。”高良杰蹲下身抱着昏死过去的老汉，抬眼阴沉地扫视着人群。 悲愤之中他没有失去政治上的冷静判断：他终于抓着了弹压住人群的把柄。