Chapter 25 24 Orchard

At this time, Zhang Yumin and Yang Liang were still in the orchard.Ripe fruit has gradually increased.The two of them walked slowly.The sparse sunlight that leaked in from the leaves was scattered on the ground and sprinkled on their bodies.While they were eating the fruit, they had already picked a full basket.This belonged to Zhang Yumin's uncle Guo Quan, who got five points of Xu Youwu's fruit tree garden after he settled his revenge last year.Yang Liang had never seen such a scene before.In the endless big fruit forest, I heard the sound of people talking from some places, but I couldn't see a single person.The branches of gourd ice stretch out around the trunk, like a big treasure cover, solemn and heavy.The ground covered by a gourd ice can almost build a small house.Dark red, light red, dark green, light green, red and green plump fruits are densely hanging on it.Sometimes they can stretch out their hands to pick them, and sometimes they walk under the tree with their waists bent and their heads lowered, so as not to touch the drooping fruits.People's eyes are always overwhelmed here. When they see the biggest one, they suddenly see the roundest, reddest and brightest one.And the nose is not empty, joyfully absorbing and distinguishing various fragrances, how refreshing these various fragrances are!The fruit here is mostly gourd ice, and occasionally there are a few apple trees or crabapple fruit.Bunches of crabapple fruits hung down, redder than flowers, Yang Liang couldn't help but picked a small bunch and played with it in his hand.There are also many pear trees here, and the pears are so heavy and dense that the branches are pulled down.

Every time Yang Liang walked past a tree, he would ask whose family it belonged to.When he knew that he belonged to the poor again, he couldn't help but rejoice.The gourd ice seemed to be more rosy in victory, so he calculated for the tree owners, and asked: "The fruit of such a tree must be at least two hundred catties?" "It's too far away. In a big year like this year, each tree costs at least eight or nine hundred pounds. If the train passes through, the price will be even higher. One mu of fruit is not worth ten mu of water. There are seven or eight acres on top, not to mention slope land.”

Startled by this number, Yang Liang opened his eyes even wider.Zhang Yumin then explained: "The real suffering people still like water land. Water land is not as unreliable as fruit trees. You can see how many lovers this year, but last year there was no fruit, and even the children in the village had nothing to eat. The fruit bears well, after all, it can’t be used as a meal. You see, this gourd freezes beautifully and smells delicious. But if you don’t put it in storage, it’s no better than other fruits, so you have to send it out quickly. If it grows fiercely, the price in the fruit shop will be fixed. It's outrageous. Don't look at Zhangjiakou selling two or three hundred yuan a catty, but the store only charges one hundred yuan. If it's later, it's only worth seventy or eighty yuan per catty, and the shipping fee is still included. If you lose it, you can only yourself Keep the sun-dried fruit for the children to eat."

Yang Liang calculated the income of the ten acres of land.The ten mu of land originally belonged to Xu Youwu, but last year it was distributed to twenty poor families.If the ten mu of land can harvest 30,000 catties, it is worth at least three million yuan.Each family can get 150,000 yuan, which can be discounted to 750 catties of millet based on the market price.A family of three, with some other work, can barely make a living. It would be better if there is a little land.Yang Liang didn't realize that he was very interested in this orchard, so he asked in more detail about the number of fruit trees in the whole village, and the names of the owners, that is, the names of those landlords and rich peasants.

After walking for a while, they still felt that the garden was very quiet and there were no people there.Only the old man Guo Quan raked the soil under the tree where they had picked the fruit.Comb the soil loosely and evenly.If someone picks the fruit from this tree again, he will know that there will be footprints on the soil. When they settled the fruit account to a certain stage, Zhang Yumin continued what they hadn't finished talking on the road: "Of course I can't mention it at the meeting. He has his eyes and ears among the cadres. If the matter didn't work out, as soon as he left I left again. Besides, I brought it up, but it was useless to pass, and everyone was thinking: 'The rafters will rot first'

Lie.You said, they really don't understand? " "Didn't you already send militiamen to watch secretly?" "The militiamen don't dare to tell all of them! It would be great if they could all be like Zhang Zhengguo. This is a man who kills his relatives righteously and has only one party." "Zhao Delu is an old village head, and I think he is a shrewd person. His family is so poor, and his wife doesn't even have a coat. Such a person can't be trusted?" This year I borrowed two stones of grain from Jiang Shirong, and pretended that I didn’t know about it. If I owed someone else, I couldn’t get hard. Alas, these people have their own vines and vines. So no matter which one to fight, some people don’t willing!"

"According to what you said, if the village wants to pull out Hucha, it needs this person. But if you want to fight against this person, first of all, the cadres are unreliable, right?" "Come on! Let's not talk about it at all. If half of it is silent, do you think others should look at it? Some things are only for us to talk about, and we others don't talk about it. We only talk about Cheng Ren. He used to be his long-term worker, later became a tenant, and now he is the director of the peasant association. He should be active; well, this person can lead in everything, but he is pretending to be confused. Don't look at him as honest, As a good cadre, hey, the human heart is full of meat, and he will never forget the affection given to him by other people's niece! Lao Yang, if you stay in our village for a few more days, you will understand everything. Eyes are on the cadres, but the cadres refuse to take the lead, what do you think about this matter!" "No one in the whole village dares to take the lead? Let's try to find out, and there will always be those who have suffered the most. If the cadres don’t come out, let’s find the masses first, and as long as the masses are willing to come out, we won’t be afraid of the cadres talking about their affairs.”

Zhang Yumin also said that when the common people's minds haven't changed, it's useless to say what you say.He used Hou Zhongquan as an example to illustrate.Zhang Yumin has led two liquidation struggles in the past and found it easy.He felt that the people listened to him very much.This time, when he realized that it is very difficult to not only enable the peasants to obtain land, but also to unite and truly turn over from the acquisition of land, and realize that he is the master, so he appeared more cautious.At the same time, many difficulties occurred in the work, and he even felt very distressed.But he is a strong man and he will never be negative.After he explained the situation to Yang Liang, he already felt much lighter.Then Yang Liang encouraged him and made him more courageous.Especially when he felt that Yang Liang was not a helpless person, he felt even more dependent.He obeyed Yang Liang's instructions, and after the farmers' meeting tonight, he repeatedly reported this matter to Comrade Wen Cai, and everyone had to discuss a solution together.

Seeing that it was getting late, he walked back with a basket of fruit.Yang Liang then walked to the garden-watching hut where Guo Quan lived. This old man has a mustache and is a quiet old man.He leaned on a tree root outside the house, as if he was very relaxed. Yang Liang saw more than a dozen rotten fruits picked up in the basket in front of his knee, so he asked: "What's the use of that?" The old man smiled, and said vaguely: "It's all rotten, alas...there's still half of it that's not bad, it's good to dry it and drink tea..." Later he opened his eyes and looked at Yang Liang and said, "Comrade, I didn't even pick up such a piece of paper before." Not even a rotten one! I have been looking at these trees for fifty or sixty years, and this year there are only three and a half trees. How dare you throw away this rotten one? Don’t throw it away, don’t throw it away!”

Hearing what he said, Yang Liang recalled his generosity when his nephew came to pick fruit just now. He pointed out that he told them to pick more, and he also said that he would send it after eating, and asked Zhang Yumin not to come. He understood that his nephew was a busy man.Yang Liang didn't feel like saying, "You're such a nice person, we picked so many of you just now." "Many? Not many." The old man said seriously again, "It's not all you gave us. You are Good man, you have given us poor people all that belongs to the rich. You have come to do such a thing again, and everyone in the village understands."

"Who are we? Why do we do such a thing?" Yang Liang thought the old man was very interesting. "You," the old man smiled accurately, "you are the Eighth Route Army and the Communist Party. Why did your leader, Chairman Mao, tell you to do this! " "What about Chairman Mao? Old man, tell me more." "He is for us! He is for the poor, he is the king of the poor." The old man still smiled with certainty. "Ha..." Yang Liang also leaned on the tree trunk and laughed.After he laughed, he quietly asked the old man: "Is there a Communist Party in your village?" "No. We don't have that." "How do you know it's not there?" "We know all the people in our village, they are all ordinary people, nothing like that." "Old man, if there is a Communist Party in your village, will you be able to join?" Yang Liang tested him. "Why not? As long as there are people, I will join. If there is no one, I will not join alone." "What is a man afraid of?" "Don't be afraid of anything, an old man can't do anything!" "Heh..." Yang Liang felt unexpectedly happy, but chased him even further. He told him that there were already party members in the village, but no one told him because he wasn't.He persuaded him to join the party. After joining the party, everyone would be more united and less afraid of those scoundrels.Turning over can only be done by yourself.The Communist Party is for the happiness of many, many people.The old man smiled dazedly, but he also told Yang Liang that if he joined the party, he had to find someone to discuss it first.Yang Liang said: "How can you discuss this kind of matter with someone? You can only decide on your own! What if you meet a bad person?" The old man looked embarrassed, and finally Yang Liang had to ask who he wanted to discuss with. , the old man also said in a low voice: "Our nephew! Do you think it can be done?" Yang Liang laughed again and again, nodded and said: "It can be done, it can be done." It was getting dark, and Yang Liang felt that the orchard was really nostalgic. He repeatedly shook the old man's hand and told him that he would come to see him again.The old man smiled happily and wanted to keep Yang Liang for dinner.But Yang Liang had no choice but to go, and after he left, he looked back at the fruit tree forest that was gradually blurred by darkness, and the old man Guo Quan who was blurred in the forest.