Chapter 71 8 visit again

In the second half of 1957, we went out to visit again. This time, we visited four cities: Shenyang, Anshan, Changchun and Harbin. We saw a reservoir construction site (Shenyang Dahuofang), eighteen factories, and six academic institutions. Units and schools, three hospitals, two exhibition halls, and a sports palace.In Harbin, I visited the Pingfang District, which was affected by the Japanese July 31 Bacterial Force, and paid homage to the Northeast Martyrs Hall.We were more impressed with this visit than the previous one.I just want to talk about a few impressions here. Most of the enterprises we saw were newly built, except for a few left over by the Japanese.The enterprises left over by the Japanese were almost all a pile of rags when they took over. For example, Angang Steel and Shenyang Machine Tool Factory were destroyed by the Japanese and the Kuomintang, and they were restored and expanded in the hands of the People's Government, and they became the huge scale they are today. .Many pseudo-ministers who have seen the scale of those old enterprises are very surprised.What amazes me the most is that many new equipment have brand names and specifications written in Chinese characters.Although I don't have as much experience as others, when I mentioned machines before, I always connected them with foreign languages ​​in my heart: MADE IN USA, MADE IN GERMANY... Now, I see complete sets of equipment made in China, and these enterprises Some of our products are exported.On those products, it is written: "Made in the People's Republic of China".

In the Anshan Iron and Steel Company, I stood in front of the huge steel building and couldn't imagine how it was restored and expanded from a pile of rubbish.Yet it is true.When the Japanese left, they said, "Give Anshan to the Chinese to plant sorghum! If you want to restore it, say it calmly, it will take 20 years!" The Chinese did not grow sorghum here, and it took three years to restore it. , and reached an annual output of 1.35 million tons, far exceeding the highest record during the Puppet Manchukuo period. After another five years, the annual output reached 5.35 million tons, which is equivalent to From the establishment of the Showa Steel Works in Anshan by Japan in seven years until the Kuomintang finally withdrew in 1947, the cumulative production in the past 31 years.

During my visits, I saw countless examples of this.Every example speaks to me: the Chinese have stood up.The Chinese can win battles not only on the battlefield, but also in economic construction.If I hadn't seen this fact with my own eyes, if I had made such a prophecy to me ten years ago, not only the Japanese who persuaded China to grow sorghum would not believe it, even I would not believe it. In the past forty years, I have completely forgotten my nationality, and I have forgotten that I am Chinese.I used to praise the Yamato nation as the best nation together with the Japanese. I once fantasized with Zheng Xiaoxu that China's resources would be developed by "guests" and "external forces". Kind of smart.When I entered the management office, I still didn't believe that New China could stand up in the world.On the Korean battlefield, the Chinese and North Korean People's Army won the battle. I didn't feel elated but worried, worried that the Americans would drop atomic bombs.I don't understand how the Chinese communists dare to accuse US imperialism at the UN forum and are not afraid to make things big.I don't understand how the representatives of the DPRK and China dared to say to the Americans at the negotiating table in Panmunjom: "What you can't get from the battlefield, you can't get it from the conference table." In short, I suffered from severe hypochondriac.

The United States signed the Korean Armistice Agreement, and the Geneva Conference showed the role of new China in international affairs. At this time, I couldn't help but think of the diplomatic history since the Opium War, and I thought of the Queen Mother who "measured China's material strength and concluded The policy of "love with the country" reminds of Chiang Kai-shek's "instructions" to order the people to swallow humiliation against the imperialist murderers in order to show the "great national style".China's 109-year foreign history in modern times is the history of my great-grandfather Emperor Daoguang to the rickets of Chiang Kai-shek of the Kuomintang.From 1871 when the Qing Dynasty formally sent diplomatic envoy Chonghou to France to apologize for the incident in Tianjin, Li Hongzhang went to Shimonoseki, Japan, my father went to Germany, and diplomats from the Beiyang government attended the Paris Peace Conference, and Kong Xiangxi attended the King of England. The coronation ceremony, which one is not to serve foreigners?

During those 109 years, those self-confessed civilized and noble people who brought everything from cannons and opium to crosses and chewing gum came to China and burned and killed them at will.Robbery, deception, and stationing troops in capitals, ports, major towns, main roads, and fortresses all regard the Chinese as slaves, savages, and targets.They have left countless "national humiliation days" on the Chinese calendar.They signed piles of treaties to turn Chinese into slaves with Emperor Daoguang, Empress Dowager Xi, Yikuang, Li Hongzhang, Yuan Shikai, Duan Qirui, and Chiang Kai-shek.As a result, in the history of diplomatic relations in the past century, various shameful words have appeared: equal interests, equal opportunities, open door, most-favored-nation treatment, leased land, customs mortgage, consular jurisdiction, garrison right, road construction right, mining right, inland river navigation In addition, they get the privilege of paying a hundred dollars for a wounded donkey, eighty dollars for a murdered donkey, and the privilege of not being tried in a Chinese court for raping a Chinese woman.

Now, that history of humiliation is gone forever.The Chinese stood up proudly, and were building their motherland with confidence, shutting up the mouths of all the "foreigners" who had sneered. In Changchun No. 1 Automobile Factory, we heard a little story.When the car factory first started production, there was a small school children who wanted to visit.The car factory planned to send a car to pick it up, but the children called to ask if it was a new car. The factory replied that the new car was a delivery truck, and the ride was uncomfortable, and the car they were going to send was a large imported car.The children expressed different opinions, saying: "Imported cars are not as comfortable as delivery trucks, we want to ride trucks made in our country!"

The motherland, how lofty she is in the hearts of children!But in my heart in the past, there has been no shadow for more than forty years. As a Chinese, whether standing in the world or living in one's own society today, one has the most dignity. Regarding how other people live their daily lives, I was always curious about this question in the past (except for a period of time in the late period of Manchukuo).The first time in my life I went out to satisfy this curiosity, it was to my father's Beifu, and the second time I went to see Chen Baochen in the name of a sick visit.I am very envious of their free life.Later, when I was in Tianjin, I observed those "high-class Chinese" from western restaurants and foreign entertainment venues, and felt that they might be more "free" than me, but not as "noble" as me. I didn't envy them very much, but my curiosity was still there.In Puppet Manchukuo, I only care about worry, not much curiosity.After returning to China, I didn’t think about this kind of problem at first. How other people live has nothing to do with me. Later, I felt that the future became brighter, and this problem became real to me again. So during this visit, I paid special attention to this problem .As a result, it brought back countless memories in me, and I felt infinite emotion in my heart.

I was most impressed in Harbin.The children's railway in Harbin Children's Park reminds me of my childhood when I dealt with ants.From the baby birth statistics and health care situation of the Children's Hospital, I can see that this was also unattainable in the royal families of the Qing Dynasty.Sitting on a chair in Harbin Sun Island, looking at the yachts in the river, listening to the accordion and singing of young men and women on the grass, I thought of the first half of my life.Not only did I not sing happily, I didn't even have the interest to sit on the grass and bask in the sun, let alone walk around casually.At that time, I was worried that the cook would make money for my food, and that the Japanese would kill me... But here, everything is carefree.On the waterfront a few feet away in front of me, there was a young artist who was concentrating on sketching.We sat behind him and never saw him turn his head once.His bags and spare canvases were piled at the foot of the chair, unattended, and he seemed to know with certainty that no one would take his belongings.Such a thing was unimaginable in the old society, but it is a fact here.

This is also a fact: in the telephone booth in the park, there is a small wooden box with a note saying "4 cents each time, put in the box by yourself". According to a companion, there used to be a club on Sun Island, and every time you went to the toilet, you had to give a tip.But now, family members wrote to say, no matter which restaurant or hotel you are in.In bathhouses and other places, if you tip the service staff, it will be regarded as an insult to them by the waiters.This is also true. During my visit to Harbin in the last few days, I saw the difference between two types of people in the world from two places.One place is the bungalow area where the Japanese July 31 Bacterial Unit committed crimes, and the other place is the Northeast Martyrs Hall.

After World War II, Japan published a book "July 31 Bacterial Unit". The author was signed by Akiyama Hiroshi, a member of the 731 Unit. He wrote about what he saw from a corner when he was in the army.According to the book, this is a building complex with a circumference of four kilometers. The main building is four times larger than the Marunouchi Building in Japan. There are 3,000 staff in it, tens of thousands of mice are raised, and the so-called Ishii-type incubator 4,500 Hundreds of fleas bred astronomical numbers of fleas with rat blood, producing 300 kilograms of plague bacteria every month. In the "factory" there is a living prison for experiments with a capacity of 400 to 500 people. The prisoners are all prisoners of war and anti-Japanese patriotic patriots, including Chinese, Soviets, and citizens of the Mongolian People's Republic.These people are not called people, they are just called "wood".Every year at least 600 people are tortured to death inside, and the experiments they are subjected to are horrific: some are stripped naked, and subjected to frostbite experiments in an air-conditioned cabinet. Some of them were placed on the operating table like frogs, being dissected by people in clean white overalls; some were tied to a pillar, wearing only a pair of underpants, and endured the explosion of bacterial bombs in front of them ;Some were fed very fat, and then they were infected with certain germs. If they didn’t die, they were tested again, and so on until they died...

When the author was in the July 31st Army, he heard that cultivating these germs is more powerful than any weapon and can kill 100 million people. This is a Japanese soldier's bow!proud of. When the Soviet Red Army marched into Harbin, in order to eliminate the evidence, the army poisoned all the hundreds of prisoners left behind, and planned to burn them to ashes and bury them in a big pit.Because these executioners were too flustered, most of them were not burnt through and could not be buried in the pit, so they pulled out the half-cooked corpses from the pit, separated the flesh and bones, burned the flesh, crushed the human bones with a crusher, and then used explosives Blow up the main building. Not long after, someone in a nearby village walked through the ruins and saw a broken ceramic jar infested with fleas.The man had been bitten by fleas, but the plague bacteria left by the executioner had entered his body.Then the plague broke out in this village.The people's government immediately dispatched a medical army to prevent and rescue, but this village of about 100 households still lost 142 lives. This is a bloody fact that Jiang Shuqing, a model worker and a member I interviewed, saw with her own eyes.After she told us about the crimes the village suffered during the Puppet Manchukuo period, she said: "The little Japanese devils surrendered and handed over their guns. The people's government led us to live a good life. We had land and took it for ourselves. Crop, everyone happily said that from now on, we will live a good life under the leadership of the people's government, who knows that the little devil's evil tricks have not been used up yet, and he will leave behind this trick after he leaves! Vicious! " "When people live in this world, they should always do something beneficial to mankind, so that they can live meaningfully and confidently." This is what the director once said.These words are now ringing from the bottom of my heart.The "plague gods" who produced plague bacteria and the servants who enshrined the "plague gods" were originally the same kind of people. They both resorted to all vicious and despicable methods for selfish desires, and they did not hesitate to let hundreds of millions of people go into destruction.However, this is in vain, there is no "sure". The most scientific weapon of the "God of Plague" is not omnipotent, and the most painstaking deception cannot blind others.It is not the people who are destroyed, but the "God of Plague" himself. The weapon of the "Plague God" and its worshipers did not remain, but the people who are building a happy life today, including the village of Jinxing Agricultural Society, which lived only a few hundred meters away from the "Plague God".This is really the most "sure" person to live.Since they are equally "sure", Aunt Jiang said the same thing as Aunt Liu of Taishanbao: "Listen to Chairman Mao's words, study hard, and reform yourself!" Whether in Mrs. Jiang's clean and bright hut or in the spacious office of the Agricultural Society, I have the feeling that the members of the Jinxing Society talk about the past briefly and slowly, but when they mention the present and In the future, the atmosphere will be completely different.When it comes to today's harvest, especially their vegetable production, it is really detailed and vivid.In order to prove their words, the members of the commune also showed us their warm cellar equipment, the newly purchased production materials - irrigation and drainage machines, trucks, various fertilizers, and the newly built schools and health centers. and new wiring.When they talked about the plan indicators for next year, they were even more energetic.The president spoke very cautiously. He pointed to rows of newly built tile-roofed houses and said, "After next year's big autumn, I think we may build a few more." When he said a few, none of us believed that Only three or five or ten rooms. When we left the village, the commune members brought whole baskets of cucumbers and carrots to us. "Keep it here. Our agency just received it. It's not worth much, but it's very fresh." Regardless of our resignation, the manager forced the basket into our car. From the car window, I stared at the newly-built tiled roof of the Jinxing Club, which was gradually going away, and recalled the words that the president of Jinxing said: "I was thinking...." For some reason, this very ordinary sentence was heard in my ears Here, it once gave me an extraordinary feeling.now I understand.These uneducated people who I have despised, they are working diligently with their own hands. What they do is ordinary but great, because they let the earth grow food, vegetables and fruits for human beings. ; Their ideals are also ordinary and great, because they want to turn thatched huts into tile-roofed houses so that people can live better.And those Japanese militarists who I have been in awe of and regarded as outstanding representatives of the nation, they have mastered modern science and technology, but what they did was to create plagues.They also have an ideal to create death, and this ideal is to enslave and eliminate the oppressed nation.Of these two kinds of people, who is civilized and who is barbaric? The rubble left by the "bacteria factory" in Pingfang District tells people what is ugly, and every relic of the martyrs in the Northeast Martyrs Museum tells people what is kind.Every exhibit here is telling people: how its owner shed the last drop of blood for the best ideal of mankind, and let life emit the most brilliant brilliance.Whether it's the broken bricks and rotten iron in the bacteria factory or the bloody clothes and ink left in the Northeast Martyrs' Hall, they are all mirrors, from which the ugly images of our visitors in the past are reflected. The Northeast Martyrs Hall is a solemn Roman-style building that was originally occupied by the Harbin Police Department of the puppet Manchukuo for 14 years.In those bloody years, I don’t know how many Chinese with the hardest bones were interrogated, tortured, and sent to the execution ground.The photos and relics of the martyrs displayed here are only a very small part.Every object and event in the Hall of Martyrs, specific time and place pointed out, can call up a memory that makes me ashamed.On the third day of the incident—September 21, 1931, the Manchuria Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China held an emergency meeting, calling on party members and all patriotic soldiers in the Northeast to immediately arm themselves and fight against the enemy.The resolution and the photos of the former residence of the Provincial Party Committee at No. 3 Xiaorong Street in Harbin brought me back to the days of Jingyuan more than 20 years ago.In order to save the nation from peril, under the leadership of the party, the people of Northeast China rose up and fought against Chiang Kai-shek's obstruction, but I intensified my treasonous activities in Jingyuan.I think of Doihara and Itagaki, Zheng Xiaoxu and Luo Zhenyu, Tang Gangzi and Lushun... When the narrator introduced the deeds of General Yang Jingyu, I recalled the several times of "patrols" to the East Road - the area where the First Anti-Union Army of Generals Yang Jingyu, Li Hongguang and other generals were active.I have seen the peak of Changbai Mountain, the morning fog and the rising sun.The beautiful mountains and fields of the motherland did not move my heart, but what caught my attention were the Japanese military police, puppet Manchukuo soldiers and police on both sides of the railway.The Japanese newspapers always reported that the "bandits" in Dongbian Road had been wiped out, but when the "patrol" came to this area, it was still as if we were facing a big enemy, and we were panicked.Until I fled to Tonghua and Dalizigou at the end, I also heard that it was "not peaceful".The Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fought in this area until Japan surrendered.It was not the Anti-Japanese Alliance that was wiped out in the end, but the Japanese Imperial Army who claimed to be the victor.Facing the powerful Kwantung Army and the well-equipped Puppet Manchukuo soldiers at that time, the Anti-Japanese Union was in a difficult situation that was unimaginable. However, the rice cookers, kettles, homemade axes, and worn-out paint leather that were used at the time were displayed. On the sewing machines and other living utensils, I seem to see the voices and smiles of the owners of these utensils - this is what I have seen from the face of the young director of Longfeng Mine, and it is the voice that only people full of strong confidence can have. smiling face.In front of a pair of birch bark shoes, I seem to hear that confident, high-pitched voice singing the old ballad: The Japanese called me "cutting" batches of decrees at the beginning, and then implemented policies such as consolidating households and controlling grain and grain, blocked the mountainous areas, and tried every means to cut off the economic ties between the Anti-Union Army and the outside world.It has indeed achieved this, and even General Yang Jingyu and some troops were surrounded, and the food shortage situation is a true fact, but the fighting continued until the Japanese doubted all their intelligence and All common sense.Why are these people still fighting without food?what do they eatGeneral Yang Jingyu died unfortunately. In order to solve this mystery, the Japanese broke open the general's stomach. What they found from the stomach of this strong and unyielding man was grass roots.Leaves…… I remembered Yasuo Yoshioka's sigh: "The communist army is really scary!" In the eyes of the Japanese imperial army, which had planes and tanks, the grassroots turned out to be a terrible thing. When General Yang Jingyu and his comrades were singing Ye leather shoes, chewing grass roots, and looking forward to the future of the motherland on the old map, I was afraid, afraid of being abandoned by the Japanese, afraid of nightmares at night, I was tired of eating meat, and I was chanting scriptures all day long. The maps, seals, bloody clothes left by General Yang Jingyu, and the composition he wrote when he was a child blurred before my eyes.Behind me—among my companions and the Japanese war criminals—weeping grew louder.When visiting the portrait of the martyr Zhao Yiman, someone squeezed out from the line, knelt in front of the statue of the martyr, wept bitterly, and met their heads on the ground. "I am the false police chief..." This is Yu Jingtao, Minister of the Puppet Ministry of Labor. He used to be the police chief of Harbin. The martyr Zhao Yiman was detained in this police station and was interrogated in this showroom. Among the interrogators was this Yu Jingtao. The interrogator of the past has become a prisoner today and has been judged by history.Needless to say, Yu Jingtao is not the only one who should cry.