Chapter 9 third chapter

The Stoics said: Death is not the misfortune of the dead, but the misfortune of the living. "Water...water..." Suddenly, the "three anti elements" groaned weakly under the quilt. The night sky was black and sticky.The company also lost power.The window with welded steel bars has turned into a swamp, and the dull, steel-blue wave light reflects into the cell, allowing us to see a little dark shadow. The "three anti elements" Song Zheng used to lie upright on the kang, but now, he slowly moved his hands to his abdomen to cover his stomach. "Water...water..." This time we heard what he called clearly.

"What should we do? Doctor Li." We seemed to be very happy to have such an opportunity to express that we were back to being a person again, and moved from our bunks to Song Zheng's side one by one. "How about scooping up the clear water on the ground in the jar?" Ma Li, one of the criminals and a "corruptionist", turned his head in the direction of Dr. Li. "No." Dr. Li said authoritatively, "The ground is full of ammonium bicarbonate, and the ammonia in the water cannot be clarified." "Hey, hey, hey, troublesome, troublesome!..." "Mr. Troublesome" started talking in his sleep under the quilt.

"Water...water..." Xiao Shunzi suddenly jumped from the edge of the Kang to the window. "Hey--Wang--squad--leader! Wang--fu-hai, the three anti-electors have escaped, counter-revolutionary riots, monsters and snakes are holding a black meeting! Wang-fu-hai!" His loud shouts that energized his dantian rushed from the surface of the water to the distance.We could still hear the metallic hiss echoing across the water.Xiao Shunzi yelled and listened for a while, but there was no response. "Mom's! They're all dead! They don't even answer the small reports. Mom! They don't even answer the secret agents' reports."

Xiao Shunzi is a special character in the cell. The "company chief" saw him as young, and once had a secret talk with him when he first came in.And he revealed the content of the conversation as soon as he returned to the cell. It turned out that he was asked to spy on us secretly. "...Mom! You also told me to deliberately say reactionary things to you, to see how you react, mother! And let me encourage you to run away, so that I can catch you and beat you to death..." Usually, he can play around a bit and work less as a reward for him.In this way, he is exactly where he is, but every time he tells us the content of the small report in advance.

Now, such a loud alarm does not work. "Water...water..." The "remnants of the Kuomintang" swished back, tossed and turned under his bunk for a while, and then swished back again. "Doctor Li, can you drink? I also...have a little wine hidden." "No, he was actually injured. It is likely that there are multiple closed injuries. Drinking alcohol will only aggravate the internal bleeding..." The "three anti elements" Song Zheng is the deputy head of our agricultural construction division and my old leader.In 1931, he defected from his hometown in Sichuan to join the revolution in Jiangxi.He is more than loyal, but lacks knowledge, and he does not know a lot of Chinese characters, so that he became the deputy director of the Department of Agriculture before the Cultural Revolution.After the establishment of the Agricultural Construction Division, he was the last of the five deputy division commanders.Later, he simply got him to this regiment to "squat", in fact he became a regiment leader who was neither military nor agricultural.Originally, such an honest person was not in the way of one's advancement, but there was a "comrade" who would not allow others to snore under the couch to mess with him, and instigated the "military reclamation fighters" of the regiment—in fact, the farm workers.After the farm was turned into an agricultural construction unit, from the dolls at the age of twelve or thirteen to the old men at the age of sixty or seventy who looked after the fields, they all put on military uniforms overnight—to rebel against him.The most "reactionary" thing about him is that he treats people equally and treats each other equally.Re-education through labor, employed persons who have completed their sentences in reform-through-labour, children of wealthy landowners, "dry wars" with historical blemishes, and people with good backgrounds.Demobilized soldiers, members of the Party and Youth League, and activists in previous movements, all under his command enjoy the same economic treatment according to the policy; as long as they are citizens, they all have citizenship rights.In this way, class boundaries are confused, and "bad people don't stink, and good people don't smell good", and the latter kind of people are full of resentment.Someone above selected him, and he was in favor of these people. Some of them, with a strong sense of superiority and desire for power, collected some of his usual words and deeds, carefully selected them, and compiled them into an "Anti-Party, Anti-Socialism, Anti-Party Mao Zedong Thought Crimes Record".They first beat to death the veterinarian who had played a game of chess with him in the stables and had been an instructor in the Kuomintang veterinary school, and then announced that he had asked the veterinarian about the route to Taiwan and instigated the veterinarian to defect to Chiang Kai-shek with him.Therefore, shutting him down became "a very necessary, very timely, and very correct revolutionary action."At first, it was just fighting back and forth with those routines that were already commonplace, which made him suffer a lot.Today, in order to celebrate the second anniversary of Chairman Mao's swim in the Yangtze River, he was called out early in the morning. It was not until the heavy rain that squad leader Wang Fuhai dragged him back with his armpits. When I got dressed, I saw that apart from a little skin on the forehead, there were a few blood spots on my body.He was unconscious all the time, but he was spared from the horror just now.

"Water...water..." "Hey, hey, troublesome, troublesome..." "...What a big watermelon...sweet...sweet..." His groaning gradually became clearer, "What a big saponin tree...a watermelon...Turtle son, so comfortable...Floating, floating , I'll be dog digging... Let's see which one comes first... Ander Yi, Ma Deer Swing... The lentils are on the shelf, meow! Come, come, let's hide and seek... Guess the shell! Guess the collapse Shell... scissors, rock. Cloth..." strangeness.His groans gave me a picture of a beautiful pastoral scenery of Bashu: in the melting summer, among the verdant vines and green trees, a group of bare-bottomed Sichuan children were playing in the pond.They floated on the water for a while, played hide-and-seek on the shore, sneaked into the melon field, brought back a big watermelon, and sat around under the thick shade of the saponin tree to guess the shell: "Scissors, rock, cloth!"

"Scissors, rock, paper! Scissors, rock, paper! I got it, I got it!" The moans turned into cheers, then slowly weakened, and sang a Sichuan nursery rhyme in a ridiculously thin voice: "God, don't rain, bless the baby to eat white rice!...God, um... don't rain... Bless, um..." I felt cold on my cheeks, and a tear rolled out without knowing when. "Chairman Mao! Chairman Mao...I want to meet you...I want to meet you...I have never opposed you...I am loyal to you..." Moaning is clearer and logical.In order to test his sanity, Lao Qin asked him while learning Sichuan dialect by his ear.

"Deputy Master Song, Deputy Master Song, why are you going to Beijing? Why are you going to Beijing to meet Chairman Mao?" "Parachute, parachute... I mutter, I met Chairman Mao... his old man..." At this time, there was the sound of splashing water outside.someone is coming. Ping!lang lang lang lang.A large piece of glass was shattered. "Don't move! Anyone who moves will be killed!" From the glass gap, slowly and tentatively insert a black iron gun—a gun! Dead silence. The black muzzle of the gun scanned the cell, and each of us felt as if the bullet had been pushed in from the chest.

"Hey, Squad Leader Wang, Gong Fuhai." Xiao Shunzi greeted first by using his special status, "Deputy Song... oh, Song Zheng, a member of the Three Antis, is about to finish playing! Mom! Why don't you hurry up and find a way, dictatorship It won't work!" "Is everyone here?" Wang Fuhai's voice trembled violently, whether it was because of the cold or fear. "There are quite a few people, but if you call the doctor quickly, there will be one less!" "Don't you have a doctor here?" Wang Fuhai asked after a pause. "Report to the squad leader," Dr. Li knew he was referring to, "but there is no light, no medicine, and no water. What should I do? Squad leader, there are doctors in the company, and the equipment in the infirmary is good. He If you die, this, this...the responsibility is not light!"

At that time, the armed company was equipped with a military doctor.Wang Fuhai outside was obviously hesitating. A few minutes later, he resumed his usual stern tone: "Xiao Shunzi, you take good care of people, and if there is one missing, I will find you! I will ask the company chief for instructions." "Okay, okay! Mom! As long as you call the doctor, if there is one less, I will cut off the head and use it as a chamber pot for you. Mom!" Wang Fuhai hurried away.A cool, sweet night wind blew in from the glass gap that Wang Fuhai broke, and Xiao Shunzi threw herself to the gap, breathing freely.I also got off the kang, waded across the water and walked to the window.

In the night sky, dots of timid starlight appeared, yellow and yellow, flickering and extinguishing.A vast expanse of steel-blue water stretches all the way into the unfathomable dark night.Our solitary cell, like a stranded wreck, is despondently surrounded in the midst of a vast ocean.A few crisp frog cries made me miss my mother again: that path paved with broken bricks, that dilapidated wall.With such a heavy rain, the house at home will leak, right?If the mother is sick, who will cook for the elderly?My mother often urges me: "It's almost thirty, it's time to find someone to start a family. If I'm sick, who will cook for you?" My mother is worried, but it's just that no one will cook for me. people serve.Usually, her old man saves every penny, and always wants to save some money for my marriage.However, to support two people in the provincial capital, water, electricity, and housing cost money, and a salary of more than 50 yuan is difficult to maintain. How dare you think about getting married?So far, I have been alone, I have never even found a girlfriend, and my youth has quietly passed away in the hard self-reform and diligent work.Now, he was sent to this place of death for no apparent reason, and experienced a purgatory fire under the heavy rain. I thought of the words of a jurist quoted by Marx when he attacked the primitive accumulation of capitalism in "Das Kapital", "One man for one crime , was punished several times in his life, which cannot but be said to be astonishing," he couldn't help feeling aggrieved.Thinking of the dangers that I have just experienced and are still hanging over my head, I shudder even more; I have anxiety, despair and fear for myself and others.My mother used to praise me for being soft-hearted and a kind child. For some reason, now I feel that my heart has suddenly turned bad and hardened... How nice it is to be in front of this window.There is no ammonia smell here, the air is sweet here...the night sky is here...the stars are twinkling here.The starlight is getting closer and bigger, and there is my mother's face in the starlight... Mother is carrying a small wooden bucket, staggering on the path paved with broken bricks... I just fell asleep standing at the window. "A lot of things! A lot of things! A lot of things!..." Suddenly, "Mr. Troublesome" yelled in his dream.I rubbed my eyes, only to find that there was a slight morning light on the dirty glass.My head was swollen and my legs were sore and numb, so I had to lean against the wall wearily. "Xi...xiu..." This time it was not like "Mr. Messy". I saw Dr. Li bowed on the kang, trembling and groping for something. "What's the matter, Doctor Li?" "Hey...hey...he's dead...dead..." "What?" "What?" Everyone on the kang turned over and sat up except for "Mr. Messy". It turned out that they were also woken up by "Mr. Messy". "How is it possible? He was fine just now." "Remnants of Remnants" said. "It's dead," Dr. Li cried with fear, "Just now... I knew..." "What 'just now'!" Xiao Shunzi shouted, "What time is it now? It's 'just now', it's almost dawn! Why didn't the doctor come! Mom! Why didn't the doctor come?! Mom! " We just woke up from the dream: Why didn't the doctor come? !At least four hours had passed since Wang Fuhai left. We all surrounded Song Zheng again.Ma Ma touched his nose in disbelief, then his chest, and said dejectedly: "That's right, my heart is icy cold." died.There is only one step between life and death.When I left for work in the morning, the little old man still had a big belly, and he was enjoying himself, wobbly carrying a shovel, and told me that working is good. Now he eats well, his belly is smaller, and his wife is dissatisfied with him He also quit smoking and learned how to turn on the stove and kang; he deeply understood the great significance of Chairman Mao asking cadres to participate in labor; he can live another 20 years and follow Chairman Mao in the revolution...Haven't reached the bridge yet, He was called back.But now, his "heart is icy cold". "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ..." The "residues" have worked in the warlord's guns for more than ten years, joined the Kuomintang collectively, and have been working in the machine repair shop of this farm since liberation.Some people thought that his history was stained, so they lowered his salary by one grade.He ran to find Song Zheng.Song Zheng made a phone call, and the man had to obediently revert his grade.After the start of the Cultural Revolution, that person became the little leader of the "Great Revolutionary Alliance", so he was sent to the prison cell of the Armed Company.The charge was "engaging in the third Kuomintang-Communist cooperation with Song Zheng". His sorrow is sincere. "Woooo...Deputy Master Song died unjustly. Wuwu...Deputy Teacher Song died for no reason. Wuwu..." Seeing a man who has experienced many battles and is much older than me in the military and party, a down-to-earth and approachable old revolutionary, just like this is kicked and beaten by a group of ignorant people, fun-seeking people, and ambitious people Go, I still don’t know how to cause internal injuries, and finally died on this miserable night, in a flood, among a group of strange “prisoners”, and before he died, he couldn’t even drink clean water. Later, the family members were unable to caress the corpse, and only a "remnant of the Kuomintang" delivered a eulogy for him, complaining for his grievances, and I couldn't help crying.Thinking of his ravings when he was dying, and seeing such an old revolutionary still so pious and sincere in his stupor before death, not daring to express any dissent or doubt to the insults imposed on me, I felt even more small and insignificant like an ant. Powerless, I am even more in awe of this terrifying power above me. Everyone was silent for a while, and Lao Qin, who was squatting beside the corpse, suddenly clenched his fists, scanned us with serious eyes, and said, "That's right! There is something wrong with his death. Doctor Li, what do you think?" "The matter is obvious!" Dr. Li sighed, "But what can we do now? People are punished everywhere, and there is no place to sue for grievances. You and I are in danger, life and death are uncertain!" It was getting brighter.Although the sun has not yet come out, it can be seen that today is a sunny day.The sparrows that escaped the heavy rain under the eaves chirped lonely and lonely again.The morning light seeps in from the glass windows sprayed with red, green and green patterns, but people's faces are not cheerful because of this, and they are still full of gloom.Now it can be clearly seen: Song Zheng frowned, opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a ferocious smile.When the old man was alive, he was always kind to people, but after death he showed a terrible face.I pulled out his pillowcase and covered his face. "Comrades!" Lao Qin stood up on the kang, resumed his usual actor's posture, slashed his hands, and called us "comrades" strangely, saying: "We must always remember This day, in the future, forgetting today is tantamount to betrayal!" At this moment, there was the sound of wading outside again.He waved his hand quickly again: "Scatter, scatter quickly! Take your places!" I hurried back to the window again. With a clatter, the lock was unlocked, and the butt of the gun smashed on the door. "Company Chief" Liu Jun stepped in wearing high-waisted rain boots and holding a straightened branch.Wang Fuhai followed behind.He was holding a gun, barefoot, and his muddy green army trousers were rolled up to his thighs. "Well, very good! Everyone is here." Liu Jun swept the cell with his eyes and praised us.He was tall and strong, and would have been handsome and stocky if it hadn't been for a slightly low forehead.He was Yu who was demobilized from the public security forces in 1965!The squad leader is now the "company leader" of this armed company that doesn't wear a hat badge and collar badge. "This natural disaster is a test for each of us..." "Report to the company commander: Song Zheng is dead." Only Xiao Shunzi had the guts to interrupt him. "What?" He seemed taken aback, his face darkened abruptly. "How did you die? Huh?" He stepped to the edge of the kang angrily, lifted the pillow to look at it, "Why did you die? Huh? Li Fangwu, tell me!" "This, this..." Dr. Li's lips trembled in fear, "This...I..." "Report to the head of the company," Xiao Shunzi blinked, "he came back yesterday and complained of pain everywhere, such as headache, chest pain, stomach pain..." "Who asked you!" Liu Jun glared at Xiao Shunzi, "Tell me, Li Fangwu. You are a doctor." Doctor Li was still too shaken to speak. "Huh? Stomach pain?..." Liu Jun was thinking, "Is it colic? The common people say colic, what is your doctor's name?" "Say!" Wang Fuhai poked the gun at Dr. Li. "It's called...appendicitis." "That's right. It's appendicitis! In the past, a comrade in our army died of this disease, just like Song Zheng. The main thing is to exercise after eating. Wang Fuhai!" "Have!" "Ask two people to carry the secondary door panels and clean them up." At this time, the toxin that had just entered my heart took effect, and a sudden strong desire for revenge made me excited uncontrollably. "Report to the company commander," I took a step forward, "this glass is broken." "Huh? What happened?" Sure enough, it caught Liu Jun's attention. It turned out that there was a bust of Chairman Mao sprayed with red paint during the "Three Loyalties" activity on the glass. "Who did it?" he growled angrily. "Squad leader Wang Fu Haiwang," I revealed excitedly, "he deliberately stabbed this piece of glass with a gun last night." "Hmm—" Liu Jun was discouraged all of a sudden, tilting his head like a suspicious sparrow.But Wang Fuhai immediately panicked, and his not tall body shrunk a lot. "Hmm—" Liu Jun finally calmed down, "Wang Fuhai, pick up the broken glass. Don't throw it on the trash, put it behind the portrait of the chairman of the office. Be careful in the future, don't be so rash." "Yes!" Wang Fuhai bent down hurriedly, groping in the water in a panic.Probably his hand was scratched by broken glass, and a thread of blood was quietly floating in the sewage. "Now, let me tell you." Liu Jun faced the person curled up on the kang again, and slapped his rain boots with a branch, imitating the posture of a German officer in an Albanian movie, "Now... oh, Shi Zai, you go back to your bunk Go. Now, this natural disaster is a test for each of us. You passed the test yesterday, and it is very good. Now, summer and autumn crops, fruits and vegetables are all flooded, and many houses have collapsed. But , our policy must also be based on our own strength, and we must reap big harvests in catastrophe years, just like Dazhai. Our revolutionary masses who have gone through the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution said so and did the same. What about you? The revolutionary masses are working hard together, striving for meritorious service, atonement, and lenient punishment? Or are they ready to resist to the end? Of course! "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on", there will definitely be some of you who will take the opportunity to jump out and perform. Good! We are going to be here In the field of disaster relief, we paid close attention to class struggle and caught a few typical examples. Starting today, the revolutionary masses will work hard, and all men and women will work hard. Forget about you, change the class leader to a poor and lower-middle peasant and a member of the Communist Youth League. Don’t think that you have changed Female soldiers, you can make trouble and run away. This is how we want to test and test you. Whoever dares to try the powerful power of the dictatorship of the proletariat is welcome... Regarding Song Zheng's death, it is also inevitable, and natural disasters Same. If you want to fight, there will be... Oh, about Song Zheng's death, you are not allowed to talk to each other, and you are not allowed to spread the news. Starting today, all letters will be checked, and family members will not be allowed to visit. If you are found to be dishonest, Handcuffed on the spot! If you don't believe me, just try..." Thus my old leader was carried away, and laid on a wet door; the trick I had just conceived, as if granted, was in vain, and the tears of sorrow and shame flowed quietly again. Afterwards, Wang Fuhai brought a pot of cornbread and gave each person two yuan. "Everyone save some food." Wang Fuhai has never been so kind before, "This is a day's meal. Eat it all, and it will be gone at night. There is no need to drink boiled water, anyway, there is plenty of water outside. Let's make up. Even The chief also took special care to rest for a while before going to work after eating, so as not to get appendicitis..." "Mom! Who knows if I can survive the night..." Xiao Shunzi and "Mr. Messy" quickly finished the two corn tortillas.Others hesitated at first, but finally reimbursed all meals for the day. The first ray of bright sunlight came in.What a beautiful sunshine, what a bleak life! The door opened slightly with a "squeak". This was the first time that the gun was not used, but pushed open by hand. "Have you rested yet?" A young woman with a Jidong accent shouted outside the door, "Come out when you are rested, and go to work."