Chapter 7 Thrilling scene (7)

Ma Yanxiong's home is in the two cave dwellings under the soil slope outside the south city wall. This is a typical peasant family: a row of magnetic urns against the wall on the ground floor are used to hold water and sauerkraut; a small urn made of mud and pulp in the kiln is used to hold pasta.On the wall are sickles for cutting crops and ropes for carrying crops; behind the door are digging heads and poles for carrying dung.The small earthen kang is covered with half-worn mats; on the mats are a few sheep wool felts.Ma Yanxiong was lying naked on the felt, while his wife was wiping his back with red mercury water and tears.Xiaomei was holding a kerosene lamp beside her.

The face of this middle-aged woman illuminated by the kerosene lamp is as uncomfortable to watch as the back she is wiping.This face reflects a wounded heart. She wiped it lightly and cried, saying: "...you have been disregarding your family for many years. You have revolutionized and started communism, and you have become a counter-revolutionary... When you participated in the revolution, the government didn't even issue a pair of shoes. , I’m here to plant food for you, saying it’s for our revolution... for the revolution, we’ve endured all kinds of hardships, and we’ve never complained at all. This is how we ended up now...become ...the counter-revolutionary..." She couldn't continue, pulled the quilt to cover him, turned her head to one side, covered her face with her hands and cried.Ma Yanxiong propped up one arm from the pillow, raised his head, squinted his eyes, looked at his wife who was crying out in grief, and called his name, "Yulan, do you believe that I am a counter-revolutionary?"

The crying stopped abruptly.Her hands hung down from her face.The pained face suddenly became very agitated, and she almost shouted to him: "No! You started a revolution with Chairman Mao when you were a baby. You have never done anything bad, and you have never taken any government money from our family. Don’t be afraid of a needle! It’s just that the party’s policy has changed, saying that you can’t make a revolution, so let’s go home and become farmers! We are farmers…” Ma Yanxiong looked at this excited face, and a very deep love grew from his heart.He lay down again, feeling very comfortable in his body, and the pain in his back seemed to be less severe.The outside is full of turbulent waves, but the home is still warm.He thought: he will sleep comfortably tonight, what a rare happiness!He hasn't had a good night's sleep for many days...

"Tuk tuk tuk!" A slight knock on the door hit his good wish of "sleep peacefully".This frightening knock on the door brought him back into the restless world. "Is it 'Sun Dasheng'? Is it 'Thousand Weight Cudgel'?..." He thought in horror. Xiaomei cried.The poor child, the slightest sound sounded like a bomb to her, and it could be a disaster. His wife asked in a trembling voice, "Who is it? Please come in..." "Have you slept yet?" A seemingly unfamiliar voice asked from outside the door. "No..." The door opened, and a man in his forties came in. He was tall, with a beard, thick eyebrows, a home-made cloth, an old blue cloth belt, and a dirty piece of cloth wrapped around his head. sheep belly handkerchief.The man stood in the middle of the room, staring at Ma Yanxiong who was on the kang, a heavy bag on his shoulders slipped down and fell to the ground with a "huh".Surprise made a rough face twitch violently.

Ma Yanxiong also propped up his arms and looked up at him. The two shouted almost simultaneously: "Old Ma!" "Red Guard Commune") Party branch secretary of the Liutan brigade.It was the poorest place in the county, and it was also where he stayed for a long time.During the six or seven years, how much sweat did he shed there.A place where rabbits don't poop has become an advanced model of agriculture in the whole county - of course, it is now his "black model". Liu Bingkui couldn't hold back his hands no matter what—Ma Yanxiong struggled to sit up.He told his wife and Xiaomei: "Xiaomei, bring cigarettes to your Uncle Liu. Yulan, hurry up and cook for Lao Liu." He looked at Liu Bingkui affectionately and said, "Bingkui! You are so busy that you never go into the county town, and you never come Pass my house. Tell me quickly, how did you get here?"

Liu Bingkui sat on the edge of the kang, took a cigarette from Xiaomei, smoked it on the kerosene lamp, and said: "There is a rumor that a group of bad guys in the city locked you in confinement. I didn't hear about it a few days ago. I said it. The whole village is in a state of anxiety! Everyone wants to come to the city to see you! I think the army is in turmoil now, and I am afraid that something will happen to everyone. I persuade everyone to come to the city on their behalf. I’m seeing you. I think it’s just that I can’t see you, so it’s good to see your family members. Look,” he pointed to the bag that fell on the ground and said, “I even carried a bag of flour for you! Listen! It’s a crime to say that those bad guys have stopped your family’s food!”

Speaking of this, he suddenly slipped down from the edge of the kang, rushed to the pot in three steps at a time, covered Magnolia with his hands who was about to cook, and said repeatedly: "Good sister-in-law, don't do it, you can take it as you like." I’ll take two bites of dry food.” Yulan, who was cooking in black, kept saying, “Good sister-in-law, don’t do it, just take some dry food and I’ll take two bites. It’s dark and midnight, don’t set off fireworks. Now the wind is tight!" No matter what Ma Yanxiong and Yulan said, he refused to let him do it. Yulan had no choice but to take a small basket made of elm sticks from the lid of the kiln palm, put it in front of Liu Bingkui hesitantly, and said, "Uncle, the dry food is not good, you...you can just eat it!" Liu Bingkui took it from the basket. Picking up a scorched bran bun, held it up in front of the lamp and looked at it, two thick eyebrows were twisted together, the mouth was half-open and speechless.He said in his heart: old horse!In the past few years, you often said that you should replace the black lumps in our farmers' bowls with yellow lumps and white lumps. Now you have replaced the black lumps in your bowl!

Ma Yanxiong had been looking at Liu Bingkui kindly all the time. He moved towards him and asked, "Is Liu Tan rotten?" The kid ran to the city alone. You probably met him? You punished his speculators while you were staying, and he ran to the city to retaliate against you. In addition, he also engaged in black market business! Except this kid, we All the people in the team are working on the mountain. No one wants to disturb us. Everyone is clear in their hearts: city people can eat if they don’t produce, and farmers have to drink northwest wind if they don’t work!” "How about the nearby village?" "There are some rotten bags. But as far as I know, most of the farmers are still on the land." "Good!" Ma Yanxiong showed a relieved smile on his face, and turned his body to Liu Bingkui He moved, narrowed his eyes, and said excitedly: "Bingkui, this is what we must do. The sixteen articles also include the article of grasping the revolution and promoting production. At any time, we dare not relax production. Especially now, If farmers stop farming, then our country will be over... Has the reservoir in front of the village been repaired?"

"It was repaired last month, and 70,000 fry were released!" "Ah..." Ma Yanxiong called out softly, raised his head and stared blankly at the window, as if he saw the rippling green water in the distance. He muttered in his mouth: "It will be great when I can go and have a look 00" Liu Bingkui had finished eating the steamed buns. He stretched his neck and drank a large bowl of warm water. He touched his stubbled face, stared at Ma Yanxiong with sparkling eyes, and said, "Don't worry! I say old horse, just follow me quietly." , to our Liutan, no one wants me to see you!" "Are you late?" A voice suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting Liu Bingkui's words.The door opened and a man with glasses entered.