Chapter 2 Thrilling scene (2)

He's in the county jail. The prison is located at the root of the block wall in the south of the county seat, and it is a row of cave dwellings made of huge stones.Cement is poured between the stones, making them appear as one.It is unknown which dynasty built the city wall behind the prison for military defense—because it is only a few hundred miles away from Inner Mongolia, and the county annals recorded several attacks and catastrophes by local nomadic peoples in history.Some parts of the city wall have collapsed and become incomplete, covered with dense wormwood and wormwood.The north and south city walls meander along a mountain called Yafeng Mountain, stretching towards the top of the mountain, and finally intersect there, forming an angle.Inside this included angle is the political and cultural center of the county, as well as the main material distribution center of the county.At the bottom of the angle is a river with a small flow, which bypasses the county seat and flows into the roaring Yellow River more than a hundred miles to the south.

The high walls around the prison are also made of huge stones, and cement is poured between the stones.There is a sentry tower outside the wall; the sentry tower is higher than the wall, and it can overlook the courtyard dam of the entire prison. Now, there are some people wearing "red guard" uniforms standing on it, holding sticks in their hands, replacing the original duty with guns of the People's Liberation Army. Due to the tense situation, all the detainees in this county were released a month ago.Immediately, Chief Hong took control of this place and detained Ma Yanxiong, secretary of the county party committee, here.He is now in a cave dwelling in the middle of the prison.

The sunlight in late autumn penetrated through the gaps in the iron fence on the window, printing some rectangular bright blocks on the ground.He, the former secretary of the county party committee and today's "unrepentant capitalist roader", is walking back and forth on this pattern woven of light and shadow with his arms behind his back.As he walked, his footsteps were in a hurry, as he usually did on the mountain roads in the countryside, as if there were many urgent matters that he needed to do quickly. Walking like this, he sometimes accidentally forgot to turn around, and bumped his head against the stone wall.At this time, he suddenly raised his head, and his squinted eyes stared at the wall for a long time in confusion, as if he was awakened from a dream.Then, the bloodless lips trembled violently, wanting to say something—no, wanting to shout something, but nothing came out, nothing came out.

He stood like this for a long time, sighed softly, then retreated to the edge of the kang, pulled up the ragged padded jacket to wrap his thin body, and sat on the stove. From a hole in the ragged padded jacket, he took out a piece of paper folded into a small square and half a pencil.Then carefully unfold the piece of paper, and draw on it with the half-section of the pencil.The sunlight on the ground moved to his mat-like hair, which had not been shaved or washed for a long time; it moved from the mat-like hair to the wall...and he didn't even move.For a long time the thin, waxy face was dreaming of the little piece of paper.This is a mimeographed map of the county.

All his books and notebooks were confiscated except this small map.It is his life partner and his spiritual support. When he opened this map, the mountains and rivers of the whole county rushed to his eyes.The small black dots marking the villages and cottages immediately turned into specific villages and cottages in his eyes: what does this village look like, whose cave dwellings are next to whose cave dwellings; where is the breeding room of the brigade? , Where is the computer room... He can clearly see it.At the same time, friendly faces came to him. The secretary of the commune, the secretary of the brigade, and the production team leader all surrounded him.He talked with them; he planned with them where to build the dam and where to build the firehouse; he put his short pipe and their dry pipe against the fire, and while blowing and sucking on each other, he rolled his eyes and looked at each other. Eye……

For so many days, when he longed for the fields, he could smell the smell of earth and crops on this little piece of paper; I saw their voices and smiles on the scraps of paper.Ah, this dear map! He was born on this land.After losing his parents at the age of ten, he stopped sheep for the landlord on this land.Later, he and the peasants rose together to overthrow their masters, and thus began a long revolutionary career.From township secretary, township head, district guerrilla instructor, district head, to the post of secretary of the county party committee, he is always in the storm of intense fighting life.However, he never left this land.It was a treasured place of the motherland, and he loved it not just because he was born here.In the fiery years of fighting in the past, many revolutionary leaders have lived on this land.Among the 15 communes now, Chairman Mao and Premier Zhou passed through 12 communes successively during the transition period of the War of Resistance Against Japan and the War of Liberation!For more than two decades, he has vowed to get the job done on this place to live up to this truly glorious land.During the years of war and peaceful construction, he has shed countless sweats and blood on this land: he has three gunshot scars and one knife wound on his body; The sharp edges of the boulders are chopped off.He admits that he has made many mistakes, and it hurts his heart to think of this mistake!Especially today, he doesn't want to think about the good things he has done. He often thinks about the things he did wrong, and always wants to use sweat, blood, and even his life to make up for the losses caused by these mistakes to the revolution.But now he was deprived of everything: he had neither the right to contribute to the revolution nor the opportunity to make up for his mistakes.He was declared a "Three Antis" and "an unrepentant person in power taking the capitalist road".

"Are you anti-party? Are you counter-revolutionary?" He set up a "Party Supervisory Committee" in his mind to constantly examine himself. "No, I didn't oppose the party! I treat you like my mother, how can I oppose her? I made mistakes, but I have been wholeheartedly with the party for more than 20 years to make revolution!..." He said to his heart The "Party Supervisory Committee" murmured.He is not discouraged.He believes that the party will not abandon him, and he has been with the party for more than 20 years.He depended on each other for a day, and the party would say to him: "You are a good comrade of the party, you continue to work hard for the party!" At this time, the light of hope illuminates his heart, and he thinks: For the future, no matter what No matter how difficult the situation is now, we must do everything possible to work.There will be construction in the future!We need to repair the reservoir!We must also do a good job in agriculture!The life of the peasants is still very hard now, and he vowed that before he closes his eyes, he will see that the black lumps in the bowls of farmers in the county will be replaced by yellow lumps (corn flour buns) and white lumps (white flour buns).

Every day, except for being beaten and being interrogated, he spends all his time making future plans on this mimeographed map of the County Civil Affairs Bureau, from the layout of the county's agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, sideline, and fishery, to Chinese herbal medicine. planting.Sometimes, when encountering a difficult problem, he paced anxiously on the ground of this cell until his head hit the wall...With strong beliefs and clear goals, people can become calm.At this moment, to be honest, he is nostalgic for the fiery fighting life in the past, and at the same time pins his hopes on the future, but he is definitely not going to evade reality!At this moment, others are proud because they are rebels, but he is honored because he is a member of the Communist Party.Let them say he is unrepentant and stubborn!If he is stubborn, he will be stubborn, and he will be stubborn to the end; he will pay the price for this, even if it is the price of his life!

At this moment, you can see him sitting on the stove, wearing that tattered padded jacket, pointing, outlining, and mumbling on the crumpled map with half a pencil, just like he used to sit in the office Just like working here, tense and peaceful. Suddenly, the iron lock on the outer prison door "cracked", waking him up from his contemplation. He quickly stuffed the map and pencil into the hole in the cotton-padded jacket, then stood up and moved his arms and legs, with a calm expression, as if doing something. Once one thing is done, one is ready to do another.