Chapter 29 Chapter VII

Suddenly, a piece of wandering cloud passed by the moonlight.It was a night wind.Shadows slipped quietly onto the grassy beach, the woods, the reeds and the old road.A dog in the distance was barking restlessly, as if trying to drive away the shadow.He spread the empty sack on the floor of the car, put a ball of hemp rope on the back of his waist, stretched his legs out of the car, leaned against the railing, and looked up at the cloud. In the same hurry as when it came, the wandering clouds quickly dissipated and melted, dissolved in the dark and deep night sky, and melted in the desolate moonlight.The dog completed the task and stopped barking, and an unusual silence enveloped the wilderness again.He looked at the stars above his head, it was already late at night.

Did that ever happen?It seems that there is, and it seems that there is no.Just like the shadow brought by the wandering clouds, elusive, ungraspable, inconceivable... Was he ever an all-powerful figure?It seems to be, and it seems to be not... The night air is warm and cool at the same time, erratic, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sending the deep and sad torrent of the Yellow River.The years passed like this, and I don't know where it went... He sighed heavily. Along the way, Chunfeng was proud of the horseshoe disease. However, when he led 200 members of the "Peasant Red Guards" and rushed to the county seat in a cloud of dust, the "Leather Manufacturing Alliance" had already been dispersed by the "Red Leather Manufacturing" in the county seat.

"Are you Secretary Wei of the Weijiaqiao Brigade?" A young man wearing a "made in red leather" armband greeted them at the east gate. "Quick! Now is to catch their leader, Wu Shangrong! This bastard didn't run away, he's still hiding in the county..." Without saying a word, he waved his hand and rushed into the county with two hundred people.There seemed to be an earthquake in the county town, and all the people in the houses flocked outside. The streets were full of curious people stretching their necks and revolutionary people wearing red armbands. Dust and smog were flying everywhere, as if they were enveloped by a huge "soil storm". Same.The "pickets" with hammers and clubs roared in the streets and alleys: "Catch Wu Shangrong!"

He led the people to the square of the county seat, and his name was indeed well-known, some on big-character posters, and some on large slogans, all marked with three big crosses. "Bear!" He stomped his foot, waved his red tasseled gun, and shouted cursing at his subordinates, "Take me! Trick me!" He was secretly happy to post his big-character posters and print his large slogans, but crossing his name violated his taboo—it was the mark of a death row prisoner who was shot. "Damn it!" He held his red-tasseled gun and turned around in the square angrily, "Where did Wu Shangrong, that bastard go?"

Suddenly, he had an idea, left the 200 people under his command, and ran towards the two-story brick building - the Gongban building alone. Apparently, the Industrial Office Building had staged a fierce fight and had already been searched.There was no one in the corridor, and layers of torn posters covered the overflowing urine.Desks, chairs and benches with missing legs and broken arms were lying on the ground in a mess; telephones were connected to wires, dragged from the office to the aisle like a dog eating sheep intestines.Without looking at the other rooms, he rushed to the dark room under the stairs.

Leaning his back against the stairs, he listened quietly at the door for a while, and then gently poked the door with two fingers—the door was locked backwards.So he took a step back, kicked hard, and kicked the door bolt and the door frame to pieces with a "bang".With one hand he swished the red-tasseled gun, and with the other he pulled the light cord by the door. "Haha," he grinned grimly, "Long time no see!" As he expected.Wu Shangrong stood tremblingly against the wall, holding a steel whip made of twisted steel wire in his hand. In the blink of an eye, he lowered his face again and shouted sharply:

"Put that thing down! Put it down!" Wu Shangrong's face was gray even under the red light, he hesitated for a while, and obediently put the steel whip on the ground. He took a step forward and raised the red-tasseled gun to Wu Shangrong's chest. "Hmph, are you still posting my big-character poster?" Wu Shangrong's lips trembled silently. "Say!" "Whoever... opposes...Chairman Mao, I will...post...someone's...big-character poster." "Hey, the one that belongs to the duck - the whole body is boiled and the mouth is still boiled!" Wu Shangrong didn't ask for mercy, which was beyond his expectation. He didn't know what to ask, and thought for a while, blinking his eyes.

"Say! Am I Liu Shaoqi's hardcore royalist?" "You said...the Red Book was torn off and eaten as pancakes, that's...Liu Shaoqi's people." "Damn it! You still have to argue with me now, did I fucking say that?" He was helpless, turned his head and glanced outside, raised his calf, kicked back, and slammed the door Close it, press your throat and hiss: "I have to stab you to death!" "You... dare..." Wu Shangrong raised his red eyes and stared at him in horror. "Hey, how's the company commander of the Kuomintang? I'll still beat him to the ground! To stab you is like pinching a bedbug!" He gritted his teeth as he did when he was slaughtering a sheep, and his lower lip pursed horribly.

"I'll make you understand. I'll tell you: I am Liu Shaoqi's man, and I agree with the 'Three-Self, One Package'! You go to Lord Yan to put up my big-character poster!" As he spoke, he pointed the polished red-tasseled spear tip at the second button of Wu Shangrong's overalls, raised his arms, gritted his teeth and raised his eyebrows. Wu Shangrong heard that he publicly admitted that he was Liu Shaoqi's man, and knew that his death was really imminent—now, who would dare to say this to a living person?The whole body trembled.But in an instant, he decided to go all out again, stammering and shouting:

"None, nothing, the proletariat, class culture, the Great Revolution, long live the revolution, long live!" "Okay! Long live you go!" He really poked forward hard. With a sound of "cracking", the Bakelite button split into four petals. Wu Shangrong immediately rolled his eyes, "Ah... ah..." he slid down the wall to the ground like a lump of mud.He quickly put away the red tasseled gun, otherwise, the tip of the gun would scratch from Wu Shangrong's chin, nose to forehead. "Well, still a man." He smacked his lips approvingly, and kicked Wu Shangrong's thigh a few more times.

"Get up, stand up!" Wu Shangrong collapsed in the corner of the wall in a daze, motionless, and at this moment, there were bursts of panic shouts from outside the half-covered door: "Hurry up! Hurry up and put out the fire! The Public Security Bureau is on fire..." He squinted his ears, listened nervously, bent down, pulled Wu Shangrong up, and shook it a few times. "Run! Do you think this is a free shop?" Wu Shangrong collected himself, but he still didn't understand what he meant, so he leaned on the workbench and stared at him obsessively with absent-minded eyes. "Spit!" He spat at Wu Shangrong.Then, he opened the door ajar and poked his probe out.I could only hear the sound of chaotic footsteps passing by the gate of the office building, running towards the Public Security Bureau.People were running and shouting "Fire!" He turned around and pushed Wu Shangrong out of the door. "Run! Run over the wall from behind! You're going to fall into their fucking hands, but it's not as easy as mine!" Wu Shangrong's eyeballs rolled around, and then, a smile that was uglier than crying broke out, and he muttered in his throat: "Oh... okay, okay..." and then he ran away without a trace—it really deserves to be a martial artist expert! Recalling is done out of chronological order of events.At this time, he thought of something related to Wu Shangrong.This incident determined the relationship between Wu Shangrong and him now. However, Wu Shangrong was caught shortly after he escaped.Two years later, in 1969, military representatives from the County Public Security Bureau came to their brigade to investigate, saying that Wu Shangrong was charged with "arsoning the Public Security Bureau, attempting to take the opportunity to snatch files, and creating the '423' serious leaking case."According to the "law" at that time and the criminal's family composition, Wu Shangrong was bound to die.But Wu Shangrong cited a witness who could prove that he was not there when the police station was burned, and this witness was Wei Tiangui. "Yes, I can prove it," he said. "How can you prove it?" asked the military representative. "How can I prove it? Because he was in my hands when the police station caught fire." "Ah? Didn't you catch him then?" "I caught him at the time, but he ran away while I was fighting the fire." What more is there to ask?The opposite of Wu Shangrong, the well-known representative of the poor and lower-middle peasants, gave such a powerful proof.The military control committee finally released Wu Shangrong from the detention center.However, the factory has been taken over by the gang of "made in red leather", and the mechanic has been fired long ago.Wu Shangrong had no choice but to bring his wife back to his hometown in Henan.