Chapter 10 9 first party member

Two years ago, in the spring of 1944, not long after the old calendar year, on a snowy night, Jiang Shirong, who was an armored commander under the Japanese regime, was alone in his new sheepskin jacket. Gently slipped out of the gate of his house.The wind was still biting, he tightened his head, and looked around with two small eyes. There was no one on the street, and he quietly walked to the door of the widow Bai Yiner, nicknamed Bai Niangniang.The door was not locked yet, so he gently opened it and walked in.Seeing the bright lights in the west room, he stopped in the yard unconsciously, and heard the dice spinning crisply in a magnetic bowl, and a rough man's voice shouted: "Fuck, fuck, two or three Ah!" At the same time, a husky voice shouted, "Three turns into six, three turns into six, ha... seven o'clock, seven o'clock!" The dice stopped.There was a commotion for a while, followed by the sound of counting banknotes, and shadows swayed on the window.This widow not only works as a witch, but also recruits some people to gamble.Jiang Shirong hurriedly walked towards the upper room where the quiet widow lived, and he immediately smelled a habitual smell that he thought was particularly good coming out of the room with the cotton curtain.

Bai Yin'er was lying on the kang, cleaning up the smoking furniture with a small lamp, when she saw the chief armor barging in, she hurriedly sat up and gave up her seat.She took the new sheepskin coat and said with a surprised and affectionate expression, "Oh, is it still snowing? Is it cold? Get on the kang to warm up! Didn't you go to the west room? It's cold, Few people came, only a few poor ghosts were there." Jiang Shirong also took off his hat, wiped the water on his fur, and sat down on the Kang.Bai Yin'er held a teapot on the small stove at the top of the kang, poured a full cup of strong tea, and said understandingly: "Let us make a sip for you."

Jiang Shirong lay down on the ground, but asked: "Is Zhang Yumin in the Westinghouse?" "He just came here for a while, and he didn't know where he drank." "You go, you go and get him." He took the thin stick and dipped it in some ointment.Putting it on the lamp flame, Bai Yin'er walked out knowingly. When Bai Yin'er came back again, Zhang Yumin, who was very strong, walked in front of her and stepped into the room.With his cotton coat open and an old three-wale hat in his hand, he had a premonition that something was going to happen, but he pretended not to care.

"Oh! Third brother! Get on the kang quickly, come! Let's make a bite for you." Chief Jia greeted first.Zhang Yumin even saw that there was something particular about it. "No, we don't come here, let's smoke cigarettes." Zhang Yumin sat astride the edge of the kang, with one foot crossed and the other kicked, with his head leaning against the wall, he took out his own cigarettes from his arms, and Return the cigarette that Bai Yin'er handed over to the cigarette tray. Jiang Shirong had no choice but to sit up, took the cigarette that had just landed on the plate, connected it to the cigarette lamp, and said with a smile on his face, "Ha, third brother! We are all on our own, so why don't we talk about it... ——Haha, you also come here to play, haha, how's your luck these two days?"

Zhang Yumin also said with a half-truthy smile: "I've been unlucky for the past two days, and I've had stomach pains. Others say Mrs. Bai's Mr. Bai is effective. Let's see Mr. Bai. I don't know if it's a real spirit or a false spirit, ha... ..." There was a red silk shrine on the cabinet opposite the kang, under the dim light, the curtains were hanging quietly, as if putting on a dumbfounding expression, Bai Yin'er pretended not to hear, raised her head and stretched out her hand He took a hookah from the side of the shrine, lit the paper medium, and smoked the hookah while leaning against the cabinet.

"Speak seriously, third brother! We have something to ask you for a favor. If you want to help, you have to help, or if you don't help, you have to help." At this time, Chief Jia straightened his face. "Success, tell me first!" was Zhang Yumin's hearty answer. Jiang Shirong gave Bai Yin'er a wink.After she walked out, he coughed and told Zhang Yumin the latest embarrassing thing. He had received a letter from the Eighth Route Army last month. It was a very polite letter, but before he could report it to the Japanese, people from the Eighth Route Army came to his home.These people are not very old, but they are powerful, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, to put it beautifully, they say that you can’t blame you for being the chief of the armor, the current situation forces it, but since you are Chinese, you should have a conscience; I only want to borrow some food from your village, the amount is not much, as long as you can do it, that's good.If you want to lose your conscience and collude with the Japanese to clean us up, that's fine, we won't kill you, we'll just go to the stronghold and report that you are well connected, and there are still our people in the stronghold.Jiang Shirong was terrified when he heard these words, fearing that these people would kill him, he promised to pay the food, and wrote a document first. After all these people left, he seemed to have saved his life.But what to do?Should I report it? No, I wrote my own handwriting and put it in the hands of others.Why don't you report it, and you are afraid that the Japanese will kill you if they know about it.He asked Qian Wengui to discuss it, and Qian Wengui said, this is a bluff, don't worry about it.Why be afraid of him?But the letter from the Eighth Route Army came again, followed by others.He had to deal with them.But Qian Wengui still gnawed at him, saying that he had eight routes and was going to the big township to talk, so he had to give money to Qian Wengui.I also had to collect a few stones of millet and a few buckets of white flour and send them to the Eighth Route Army.But who can do this job!You must be vigilant, and you must not let the stronghold know; you must also be bold, this is to meet the Eighth Route Army who murdered and set fire!If things are not handled well, at least they will have to go to jail, and no one is afraid of causing trouble.He thought for several days before he remembered Zhang Yumin.Zhang Yumin just had an awkward quarrel with Li Zijun, quit his job, and his hands were very tight; this man is bold and careful, and can handle this matter, so he came to Bai Yin'er to look for him this day.When Jiang Shirong recounted this period of history, he naturally exaggerated the Eighth Route Army, saying that it was necessary to send food to the village to relieve disasters and troubles. Otherwise, what if the Eighth Route Army really came to burn houses and kill people.

Listening quietly, without making a sound, Zhang Yumin already understood Chief Jia's plan in his heart, and had made up his mind.But he didn't say anything, just agreed: "Oh," "Is there such a thing?" "Yes!" "Oh," "This is really difficult!" "..." "Only you, third brother! Only you can do it, so you just have to work hard! Whatever is lacking, we have us, our buddies, and we can still make you suffer!" Chief Jia raised the question straightforwardly. "Hey..." After taking another cigarette, Zhang Yumin shook his head and said, "It's not that we don't help, we really can't do this job, we're a rough person, we can't read a word, and our mouth is stupid. Sending food may seem like a no-brainer, but, ha, this is like the two countries intersecting. No, no, there are many people in the village who can say they can do it. You ordered the wrong soldiers! If there is a need for rough work, carrying hoes and wood , Lali, we, Zhang Yumin, don't care about helping you with a few jobs. Ha..."

Jiang Shirong asked Bai Yin'er to prepare the food and drinks, and she also sat beside the guest and helped to compliment him.Zhang Yumin felt very funny, because he was very happy when he heard about this job, and he took the opportunity to visit the well-known heroes of the Eight Routes, which could satisfy his youthful pride.People say that the Communist Party kills and sets fire, but he doesn't believe in it. He is bare-bones, has nothing, is not afraid, and the hero of Liangshan is still doing justice for the sky.But he had to pretend that he didn't want to go. He knew that Jiang Shirong was not a good guy, and if something happened, he would blame him for the disaster, and he wanted to put on airs at this time.Jiang Shirong had no choice but to give him a letter in his own handwriting, stamped a private seal, and paid for the travel expenses. He also brought Zhang Yumin's uncle Guo Quan, and set up a guarantee in person. If something happened, he asked Jiang Shirong to pay for it. Man, in this way, Zhang Yumin reluctantly agreed.

That night, Zhang Yumin put on Jiang Shirong's new sheepskin jacket, drove two big mules, and set off for Nanshan.On the second night, he went to a small village with forty families and found the person he was looking for.The Eighth Route Army dressed like ordinary people, with a short gun stuck in the waist, revealing a corner of red silk.They treat people very kindly, very affectionate, very generous.They said that he had worked hard, poured wine to warm his body, rolled noodles for him to eat, and talked with him about this and that.He watched them carefully and listened to them. He felt that these people were very loyal.It is only right and proper to fight against traitors against Japan, and they are fighting against the rich and helping the poor, which is all in his favor.They talk about equality and loyalty, which is good enough for friends.So, he told them some things about Murakami, and he scolded Jiang Shirong to them, calling him a lackey of the Japanese and a "sharp" of Murakami, and asked them to beware of him.

This trip gave him a very satisfactory impression, but he talked to Jiang Shirong very simply.Concealing his feelings, Jiang Shirong had no choice but to beg him again and again, and since then he has become very familiar with Balu.Ever since his parents died at the age of eight, and he lived with his brother who just turned one year old at his grandmother's house, he never knew anything about love.He worked in the fields with his uncle Guo Quan all day long.Uncle is an honest man, like a cow, life is on his head, he only knows how to suffer, and he doesn't know how to take care of him at all.Their relationship is one of working together, like a plow and a harrow.The grandmother couldn't take care of him, and often carried his brother to neighboring villages to beg for food.Because all the grain collected by the uncle was paid in rent, even in good years, they often watched others eat meat, flour, and millet, and it was difficult for them to eat a few decent sorghum rice.He is like a calf, as long as there is grass to eat, he can thrive.When he was seventeen, he set up his own business, and he supported his brothers with his wages.The thin boy was responsible for collecting firewood, cooking and so on.All this only made him understand one truth, the poor live on their own poor bones, and one day they can no longer bear the suffering, so let it be where they are.He is a man who has grown up in the harsh sun and cold wind. He has good strength, and rich people are willing to find him to work. He can survive with two arms.But this time he met the Eighth Route Army, and he unconsciously talked about his past life with them under their inspiration and encouragement.These lives that he never thought about and didn't want to think about, recalled now, and when he described them to them, he felt uncomfortable and wronged for the first time.How miserable, how lonely, how oppressed and wronged!But he got a lot of comfort, as if he had found his relatives for the first time, he felt that they cared about him so much and were so kind.When a person suddenly feels that there are still people in the world who love him, how happy he is and how he wants to liven up his life!He knows that there are people who have hope for him, and he is willing to live a meaningful life, especially when he understands that his hardship, and the hardship of his uncle and many others, are only due to the rich people who are in charge of the family and come to suppress them. s reason.From then on, Zhang Yumin didn't go to Bai Yiner's place anymore.He originally went there because he quit his job and felt depressed.If he felt uncomfortable again, he would go to his friends, those young poor boys, and tell them about the Eighth Route Army comrades he had seen.He boasted of being able to know them, and he also imitated the comrades of the Eighth Route Army to stir up their grievances about life: Why are the lives of the poor so hard, are they born to be donkeys for the rest of their lives?In the summer of this year, Nuanshuitun began to have Communist Party members because of him.Then he developed Li Chang, and Zhang Zhengguo.In the winter of this year, he received a prong gun and an earthen gun, and they secretly set up a militia.The number of times the Eight Routes came to the village was relatively high. Sometimes they went to look for Chief Jia, and Jiang Shirong had to protect them; sometimes they lived in Xitou, and the militiamen would guard them.

But the work is not easy to carry out. There are famous Ba Dajian in the village. The common people hate these people, but they are afraid of them.Jiang Shirong is a representative of the Eight Great Points, and they wanted him to be the leader of the armor because he would curry favor with them, and now he has earned a good fortune.He used the Japanese to oppress the people, and he used the Eighth Route Army to blackmail. There may be people in the village who are more insidious than Jiang Shirong, but now only Jiang Shirong is the most prominent.Comrade Balu once helped Zhang Yumin and the others arrange rent reduction and interest rate cuts and publicized them to the common people. They also agreed behind their backs, but they dared not come forward to make trouble.It was not until the summer of 1945 that a general meeting was held to re-elect the village regime.One night, comrades from the militia and the Eighth Route Army suddenly sealed off the village, set off sentries, and gathered the whole village to hold a meeting in the school.When the common people saw that Jiang Shirong was tied up, they became daring, and because it was dark and they couldn't recognize his face, they dared to speak in the crowd.For the first time they spit out their resentment, they stretched out their fists.Jiang Shirong was overthrown. They chose Zhao Delu. Zhao Delu was poor, capable, and able to deal with the Japanese. Zhao Delu himself was afraid of becoming the village head and the old forces in the village would mess with him. But when he saw so many people raising his hands, he Glad to be selected again.He became the village head, and with the help of the district cadres of the Eighth Route Army, he discussed with Zhang Yumin and others to deal with the Japanese. The Japanese devils didn't know anything about the situation in the village and believed him.The few wealthy and powerful people in the village were also treated separately by them. They united them, isolated, divided, and intimidated them. The people in Shuitun took power.Soon, in August 15, 1945, when the Soviet Union sent troops to the Northeast and Japan surrendered, Zhang Yumin, the director of the Anti-Japanese Association, publicly became the person in charge in the village.He led two liquidation and revenge. The poor came to him when they had something to do. Everyone said happily: "He has shown his face. He has been taught by the Eighth Route Army to be a capable person." This poor kid grew up, and wanted to make things difficult for him, but when he saw him, he would call him "third brother". Why "third brother", even he himself didn't understand the reason.Maybe it's because his uncle had two sons, but his uncle and his uncle's brother fled outside the famine when he was very young.Never came back, nor heard from.In the past, few people called him third brother, except when someone asked him to do work, or when his gamblers won money, but now it seems natural and popular.