Chapter 79 The Six Encounters Between My Fifth Uncle (5)

It was a chaotic year when we met for the first time. Jiang Qing promoted Xiaojinzhuang's experience across the country, asking farmers who couldn't fill their stomachs to compete in poems, songs, and model operas.This political game was popular in rural areas across the country for a while.Whether to compete in poetry, whether to sing model operas, and whether to learn from Xiaojinzhuang’s experience, as the most popular saying at the time, was a “routing problem.” Jin Zhuang visited and studied.Visiting Dazhai and Xiaojinzhuang had become a very fashionable behavior at that time.Some teams that are so poor that a working day is only worth a few cents have to spend a sum of money for their brigade secretaries to pay homage to these two holy places.As soon as the activity of studying Xiao Jinzhuang started, newspaper reports should be reflected on the page as usual, and it should undoubtedly be the focus of reports during this period.The editor-in-chief held an emergency meeting and asked all departments to go down for interviews immediately.The area where our hometown is located belongs to the old revolutionary base area, and it is routinely listed as a key reporting area in these political movements. I was also temporarily drawn to this reporting team, and a group of reporters came to our area.

I went to the Political Work Team of the Regional Revolutionary Committee to find out some general information, and the reporter team went down to the counties separately.Each of us and each of the reporters came to our county.According to the person in charge of the regional political work group, our county's work in this area is a "model" for the whole region. The county political work group learned that we were here to cover this event, and held a county-level poetry learning meeting for all units at the county level in the county auditorium that afternoon.In this noisy poetry competition, groups of people took turns to take the stage, singing and shouting.The deputy director of a county revolutionary committee also volunteered to go on stage and read a "poem" he had made up.The head of the county political work team went on stage with his wife to sing a model opera. He pretended to be Li Yuhe, and his wife played Li Tiemei. When his wife called him "Daddy", the audience almost went crazy with laughter.I was sitting on the "VIP seat", feeling like I was sitting on pins and needles.Everything is unbearable.In fact, all of this was specially arranged for the two of us.Noble man, he has been ruined like this!

My colleague was a well-known "revolutionary".He is very active in such a venue.He put on a reporter's style, holding a camera with a flash, busy on and off the stage.In spite of my aversion to all this, I could only keep it all in my mind.I'm a small being, and I don't have the guts to stand up against such things; I just haven't lost my sense of normalcy yet. That night, a classmate of mine who worked at the county non-staple food company invited me to his home for dinner.He is my classmate in middle school, and we have always been very good friends. He is now the deputy director of the revolutionary committee of the non-staple food company.

At the dinner table, my classmate attacked me first: "You guys are really cheeky braggarts. Today you can scold yourself yesterday, and tomorrow you can scold yourself today. I often slap myself on the mouth, but even You don’t even blush. This is you! Please don’t be angry, you know I’m a straight guy. For example, if you come to interview the experience of this bullshit Xiaojinzhuang, the county heard about it a few days ago and ordered all units to suspend work and production Engage in this stuff. Even our stores are forced to close, and the masses can’t even buy soy sauce and vinegar. The Chinese are now monkeys, and they can be ugly. Childish, absurd, stupid, crazy!” He said He shouted angrily that he couldn't help himself anymore.I talked to him about my pain.He said he understood me; he said that even if he was told to close the business, he would have to obey.Yes, people can't control their own destiny now. For honest people, just don't let their hearts be darkened.We talked a lot that night, and both of us were almost drunk.Late at night, he took me to the county guest house.The two of us supported each other as we staggered through the dark streets.Along the way, we were all sobbing and crying because of the many sad things caused by drunkenness.We remembered that when we were young, we wore red scarves and walked hand in hand in these familiar streets and alleys. The sun was shining brightly, and our hearts were happy and pure.At that time, we vowed to create extraordinary achievements for the construction of the motherland when we grow up.Now that we have reached the prime of life, life has become such a disappointment.We have to walk soberly on the wrong path of life, wasting our most precious years in vain!

After returning to the hotel, my colleague was writing at his desk. He excitedly said to me: "Today's poetry competition is really touching. I have already written a report. You can take a look and send it back to the newspaper tomorrow." Go. Your county's political and ideological work is indeed advanced..." I lay down on the bed and said to him: "I don't want to read it. You know, our county has been the number one in the whole region in the past few years in terms of food sold back from the state!" My colleague stopped his pen and looked at me in surprise.I know he wasn't surprised that our county is the number one in the whole region in eating back-selling grain, but he was surprised how could I say such a thing?

Let him think about it. If he is interested, he can make a small report when he goes back.As for me, I'm dozing off now.I want to use the strength of alcohol to forget my troubles for a while.I soon know nothing. The next morning, the head of the county political work team came to the place where we lived and said that today he would take us to a rural poetry competition.He told us that this team is an advanced unit for the whole county to learn from Xiaojinzhuang. Because I am from this county, I couldn't help asking: "Which team is it?" The political work team leader said: "It's your Chengguan Commune, Zhangjiabao Brigade, not far from your village. After the poetry competition, the car can still take you Take it home on the way."

There was a "buzz" in my head. Isn't Zhangjiabao the village of my aunt's family?Except our village, that is the place I am most familiar with.I spent many wonderful days there as a child.I went home several times many years ago, always thinking about going to see my uncle and aunt, but in the end, I always failed to go.Unexpectedly, this time it was because of such an opportunity that I had the opportunity to revisit Zhangjiabao after a long absence. At around nine o'clock in the morning, the county car took us directly to the elementary school of the Zhangjiabao brigade.When we got out of the jeep, the first person to greet us was our fifth uncle, Zhang Zhigao. He was wearing a clean blue uniform, the stubble on his face was shaved clean, and his face was full of joy, just like the head of the red and white events in the countryside. People greeted us like friends and guests.Uncle Wu held my hand for a long time, shook it, and said, "Ha, Junwa is now a big shot, and this is the glory of our entire country! I knew you had a great future when I was young... Unexpectedly, you came here in person today, please check and guide our work carefully! Originally, your fifth uncle did not do a good job, but the county insisted on saving face for me, and wanted to hold an on-site meeting here, and your great reporter Linglai Oh, huh, really..." Since childhood, I haven't seen Uncle Wu for many years.He doesn't look old, he has a red face, and the style of his hood and hair looks a bit like a retired cadre.

After we talked politely, the chief of the county political work introduced me and my colleagues: "Comrade Zhang Zhigao is the secretary of the Zhangjiabao Brigade, and he is a good hand in political and ideological work. Advanced. This time learning from Xiao Jinzhuang, they act fast and do a good job..." "No! No!" Uncle Wu smiled excitedly and said, "Please ask the county leaders and comrades in the newspaper to criticize more! Give more guidance!" At this time, the entire school yard was crowded with farmers and pupils.A table has been set up in front of the classroom door. Under the table, there are curtains and bed sheets on the desks of a long line of students. There are thermos bottles, tea mugs, and cigarettes on them.Many older people in Dijiabao knew me when they were young, and now they come over one after another, crowded to talk to me in a restrained and friendly way.

I was in a bad mood, but I tried to put on a smile and socialize with everyone. I asked Uncle Wu, "Have my aunt and uncle come?" I hope in my heart they don't come! Uncle Wu said: "Your aunt is here, and she still has to go on stage to read poems today! Your uncle didn't come and said he was sick. I know he pretended to be sick. Although he is a party member, he has been too revolutionary in recent years!" Very disgusted with Uncle Wu.Because of my status, I can't reveal anything.I said to Uncle Wu, "Help me find my aunt." Uncle Wu sent several young people around to look for him, saying that he was still busy.He shook hands with me hastily, and went to the crowd to shout.

My aunt was invited to see me by my cousin.The old man took my hand with both hands, tears streaming down his face, unable to speak a word. I said to my aunt: "You are so old, what are you doing here? You old man, go back!" You have to come. Your younger brother is the secretary of the Communist Youth League in the village, so I’m really afraid of making a crime for the baby..." The cousin next to him didn’t say a word, just bowed his head. "You don't know. I heard that the people above you are coming. The people in the village have been out of the mountains to work for seven days. The fields can't be hoeed. What's the matter this year... You are not an outsider, aunt dare to say such a reactionary thing... "My aunt said sadly, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands. "Then can't you not hold this poetry competition?" I said to my cousin.

Both my aunt and cousin looked at me in surprise. I suddenly realized that I had said something out of the ordinary.How could they not be surprised by my words?Didn't I just come to interview their team's "advanced deeds"?How can I say something like that right here and now? It was difficult for me to express my feelings clearly to Tara, so I could only face their surprised expressions in silence. "It's your fifth uncle, Hu Chengjing! Over the years, he has been working hard on this movement and that movement, which has caused the village to lose food and money. It is said that it is the next public kiln award! Can the award be eaten? Alas? The world is getting more and more troublesome. People are getting more and more confused..." "Mom! Stop talking..." My cousin gave me a bold look. Now, Uncle Wu yelled at the stage to make people quiet, saying that the poetry competition was about to start.The head of the county political work team came over and asked me to sit in front of the "rostrum". My aunt had no choice but to say to me: "After the meeting, I must go to my aunt's house. Your uncle misses you so much..." I said I must go.After saying goodbye to my aunt and cousin, I followed the political work team leader to the "rostrum" and sat down.Uncle Wu began to speak on stage.Unexpectedly, he has developed such a good eloquence in the past few years.From the world revolution to the Chinese revolution, from the province to the county, and from the county to Zhangjiabao, he explained to the township parties the great significance of criticizing the law and Confucianism and learning from Xiaolezhuang, and he also recited a few books. In the sentence "Geta Program" ("Gotha Program"), he said that learning from Xiao Jinzhuang's experience would set off a vigorous mass movement.Then he cursed Kong Erer, the dead man two thousand years ago, and announced that the "Three Competitions" would begin.He said that the first show was performed by himself. This guy actually took out an earthen sanxian from the backstage, played it tinkling, jingling, muttering: "My sanxian is a machine gun, aimed at the black heart of Kong Erer... the sound of the jingling sanxian It brought me back to the memory of my childhood. I remembered Uncle Wu in that year... a young and simple farmer, sitting in the haystack in front of the door, playing the Sanxian and singing Xintianyou; Lying beside him with his old yellow dog, intoxicated by the charming singing... Now, I heard the plucking of the soil sanxian again.However, with the passage of time, all this has changed.Sanxian has become a "machine gun" and a political weapon of Uncle Wu.My colleagues applauded and took pictures for Uncle Wu's performance excitedly.Cadres from the county and the commune also applauded and praised Uncle Wu.Uncle Wu was even a little prouder, he even shook his head when he was in his tens of years. I really want to cry about it.Uncle Wu, why are you like this?Who made you like this?After the Fifth Uncle's "Show" was over, the students went up to sing a model opera; after the students finished singing, a group of white-haired old women went up on the stage. The elementary school teacher wrote Hu Fang's jingles for them. They couldn't read a piece, and they were all wrinkled and flushed with shame. I saw in pain that my aunt was also standing inside! It's all getting a little brutal.I bow my head.Covering your eyes with your hands, your heart is filled with sorrow and anger!Now, these old men are laid like lambs on this accursed altar, and I have to witness it so close!I don't know when this farce ended. I reluctantly broke up with my excited colleagues, and then went back to their home with my cousin and aunt.Uncle greeted me with surprise and joy.Of course he wasn't even sick at all. I was still distressed by the scene, and said to my uncle: "Why is your village messing around?" "You think so too!" My uncle exclaimed in surprise and excitement.He patted me on the shoulder and said: "Your baby is still the same girl, ah, good girl, our countryside is over! It's gone! We can't live anymore! Now someone in the party is committing crimes! Your fifth uncle followed the madman Yang Huangchen , completely collapsed the Zhangjiabao! The ground was not hoeed once, the grass grew higher than the crops, and they did such nonsense without working all day! I really want to break your fifth uncle's leg and kill this turtle! The child's mouth is stitched with a needle, and then I will tell him to be a bastard!" "You must never make trouble..." Auntie begged uncle in fear. I took some snacks and two pieces of cloth out of my bag, put them on the kang, and told my uncle and aunt that I would go back to our house after sitting here for a while because I was going back to the county tomorrow.My uncle and aunt insisted that I stay for a meal, and they said they could rush back after dinner.I couldn't refuse their wishes, so I stayed. My uncle and I talked in this cave, and my aunt went to another cave to cook for me.After a while, my uncle and I suddenly heard my aunt crying in the kiln next door.Although the sound was not loud, both of us heard it. My uncle and I were so panicked that we didn't know what happened, so we hurried over. We went over to take a look and saw that the pot was steaming. My aunt was crying on the pot stage with a strainer in her hand!Both my uncle and I asked her what happened? The aunt raised her head, cried sadly and said, "I made a few sorghum noodles dumplings for our baby, but they were all rotten in the pot and I couldn't find a new one. It became a pot of pulp... My baby often I won't come back..." She cried even more sadly. I cried too.My uncle sighed and said, "How can sorghum noodles be made into dumplings? You should make them into slices...don't cry, Junwa is not an outsider..." His voice was also choked up, and he turned his head and said to me : "There just happened to be no food these few years, neither white nor bean noodles... Look what uncle has become..." He hugged his white-haired head in the stove all of a sudden.I helped my aunt up and said to her, "Don't do this. You have kissed me and loved me all your life. I didn't know how many good things I ate from your family when I was young. I just drink a sip of cold water from you. Sweet……" After I finished speaking, I grabbed a bowl of sorghum noodles and shredded potato soup and ate it. I said to my uncle and aunt: "I have had enough of white rice and noodles. This meal is just right for me!" Uncle and aunt Seeing me like this, they all laughed miserably. After eating this sad meal, I bid farewell to the elders, got up and went home to visit my parents.When I left the entrance of Zhangjiabao Village, my fifth uncle Zhang Zhigao rushed over suddenly.Holding a roll of materials in his hand, he stopped me at the entrance of the village and said, "Junwa, I asked the accountant in the team to rush to write this. It recorded our team's advanced experience in learning Xiaojinzhuang. Your newspaper is good at writing articles." Reference, you take it, I will not send it to the city for you..." I said to him disgustedly: "I don't care about this this time, why don't you send it to the city..." When I walked in On the field path, thoughts began to flood like a flood.Everything is so distressing.The folks couldn't even eat, but let them stop work and production to sing and dance. "Uncle Wu, you are also a farmer, are you blind? Can't you see how ridiculous this dispute is?" But what right do I have to condemn Uncle Wu?I am also a farmer's son, and I came back from all the way to write about our tragic tragedy as a comedy... I swear I won't even write a single word this time! Along the way, my aunt's tearful face and my fifth uncle's beaming face alternately swayed before my eyes.I called out in my heart: turn over this page of tragic childbearing history as soon as possible, so that uncles and aunts can smile on their faces.And let the smiles on the faces of the five uncles fade...