Chapter 32 31 "Bomb"

Waking up early in the morning, Teacher Liu was walking around in the cool yard.In the other corner, Old Wu was sweeping the floor, and there were some scraps of paper, chicken feathers on the shuttlecock, fruit cores, and dust scattered on the floor.The happy old man who was beating the gong blinked a few times with his mischievous little eyes, and said to himself, "Oh, when you dance Yangko, you always have to dance young people..." His The red nose rushed towards Teacher Liu, swaying his voice, and sang in a low voice: "At five o'clock, the door opens, and the amorous brother turns back, babbling..."

Teacher Liu was baffled by him, but he could only ask with a smile: "Old Wu, what did you talk about in the meeting last night, what do you think you are going crazy?" : "In the future, if you want to go home, you have to take care of us. We are the gatekeepers of the school. You are swaying all day long, grunting, and sneaking around with the old woman. When I don't know, the books have read you all badly." .” "Nonsense, you are simply talking nonsense!" The old man blinked again, and said, "How can we blame you? We saw the door open early in the morning, and thought it was too early; when we came back after shitting, hey, the door is locked again, and you will be there soon." You are crazy here, looking at you like this, you can guess what you did when you came back, um, you still want to hide it from us."

"How could this happen, wouldn't it be that Teacher Ren went out?" "Others are sleeping soundly. We just went to see it. Listen, it's like a fat pig." "Is there such a strange thing? Either you forgot to close the door when you came back last night." Teacher Liu scratched his scruffy hair, "Be more careful in the future, old Wu, now is the time for land reform!" "Hey! That's what we're thinking! We came back last night and locked the door firmly, and you didn't go home, so there must be ghosts? So you're walking around here, composing poems like Yunzi said ?”

"I think," Teacher Liu suddenly showed a happy look, and said, "Old Wu, you are a person who understands everything. Tell me, what do you mean by the word bomb? Comrade Hu told me yesterday that the blackboard newspaper required Like a bomb, what does that mean?" "Bomb," the old man took out a small cigarette pouch from his pocket, "Why did Comrade Hu say that? Well, you scholars don't always speak straightforwardly, as if you don't like others to understand you. He said that the blackboard newspaper should be like a star. Bomb, um, let’s think about it, bomb, bomb is meant to blow up people, no, blackboard newspapers can’t blow up people? That’s not what it means. The death of parents is so sad, um, the blackboard newspaper is like a fire that burns people's hearts, what do you think we are guessing?"

"Well, it's interesting, but how can it be like a fire?" "People say that the blackboard newspaper is Jiu Niangniang's heavenly book, and no one can understand it. Can it still be like a bomb? It has nothing to do with us." "It's full of articles explaining what land reform is. There are only a few articles. It's not easy. You see, no one in the village writes them. I'm alone. I send them to Li Chang and Comrade Hu. However, I’m afraid that Comrade Hu will say that the writing is not good.” Lao Wu shook his head and said, “If you want to write an article, we’re like a rolling pin blowing fire—I don’t know anything about it; if you want the blackboard newspaper to look like a bomb, like a fire, then , Didn’t your nonsense poured into a bucket of cold water. We have such a meaning, you think about it, you are right or wrong. If the blackboard newspaper is to be loved by people, you have to write a few paragraphs of singing, and write out people’s thoughts For example, we beat the gong. We hit the gong when we have a meeting. When we hit the gong, we shout: "It's a meeting, it's a meeting." If it’s strange, you’ll know it.”

"Yes, every time you made up some new ones, you walked through the street with a gong, often followed by a group of people, laughing. To be honest, pick up some old folks on weekdays and make up a few words , It’s easier than writing an article, I’m afraid that the cadres will disagree.” Old Wu seemed a little anxious, and he said: “Oh, Li Chang told you to write, that is to say, you can do it, and asked you to make up your mind, why are you so afraid? If you are not satisfied, he will write it himself. Let me say that you are a good person, but you are a little sour in June. If you are willing to listen to us, we are not afraid of your jokes, and we can still make up The last few paragraphs, we read, you write, we know everything about the village, make up a paragraph about Zhang San's oppression of Li Si, and add a paragraph about Wang Wu's hunger, they heard that they reported it themselves No one wants to read it. As long as it gets to their hearts, they will be sad, and when they feel uncomfortable, they will be jealous when they see their enemies. You say this is not good? Besides, the Japanese devils are in Murakami, and we peasants are oppressed. It’s not good to settle accounts and ask those traitors to spit out their legs? Alright, let’s just read a paragraph, listen to it, and it won’t work.” So he paused, swallowed, and began to read. : "Communist Party, everyone praises, land reform is all over the world! Poor folks, fall out, bloody grievances have to be settled. Want to be a soldier, but oppressed, traitor landlords are easy to deceive. Exorbitant taxes can't be paid, and land taxes are paid. Additional gifts When I went to Jia Chang’s house, the public expenses and miscellaneous fees paid for the house, which enriched the eight families in our village. Xitou forced the old man Li to death, Zhang Zhen sent his son Tiehongshan, Hou Zhongquan was deceived in Yiguandao, crazy and silly Liu Gan... What do you think? "The old man squatted down proudly, lit the fire with a flint, smoked his cigarette, tilted his head again, blinked at the teacher a few times, and laughed.

Teacher Liu also squinted his short-sighted eyes, laughed, squatted down with him, gesticulated and said: "Old Wu! You are really successful! Let's think about it. We wrote the blackboard newspaper for Ordinary people read it! It’s not for those cadres to read it! To write an article with such pauses makes my brain ache. No matter what we write, whether we can sing or not, we must always speak like ourselves , according to everyone's thoughts, we have to tell our grievances, think about our grievances, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, pebbles also have a turning day, we have to unite to overthrow the Wutong Temple and smash the Wutong God, pull out the Hucha and enjoy peace! Ha, old Wu! You can be my teacher today, come on, let's make trouble as we said just now. Fuck these damn articles." After writing a few manuscripts, he tore them to pieces, and laughed again. That kind of happy smile was simply incompatible with his depressed face, which had been besieged by life for many years.

At this time, Li Chang hurried in from the outside. Teacher Liu raised his cheerful head and called out with great interest, "Brother Xiaochang!" Without waiting for him to continue, Li Chang wiped the sweat off his brow with one hand, and said, "What's wrong with you, what did you write on the blackboard?" "Those bullshit articles, those heavenly scriptures written by Jiu Niangniang, they really don't make sense, we're going to erase them all right now, um, you can't tell, you just nodded yesterday and said yes." Li Chang rushed to shout again: "We are not referring to the one."

Ren Guozhong, who had just woken up, also stood at the door of the room. "Isn't that that or this?" He pointed at the torn pieces of paper, making a troubled look. "If we didn't understand you, no one would have doubted you! You say that the village cadres are having an affair, what evidence do you have?" "What?" Teacher Liu seemed to have fallen into a cloud and opened his short-sighted eyes hard. "You said that Li Zijun was buying tenants and wanted land reform in the open, but not in the dark. That's nothing; you also said that the cadres wanted personal relationships, and that the cadres were all bought by the landlords. What do you mean by writing this, ghost? Fascinated by you?" Li Chang took another towel from his shoulders, fanned it on his bare chest, and shook his head, then said: "Comrade Hu said that the cadres are not good, and the villagers should criticize them, but they must be criticized." There is evidence, and the blackboard newspaper can’t talk nonsense. He also said that it has the same bad effect as those bad elements spreading rumors, saying that the Eighth Route Army is not long.

"Ah! God! Where did this start! We, Liu Zhiqiang, swore to Tianmeng that we will show you every word and every word, and you will only write it on the blackboard after you approve it. I have been teaching a few children for twenty years. Speaking of being a gentleman, I have seen rich people saluting and bowing to me all my life. Secret agents and traitors came to the school. I stood on shifts like a yamen servant for training. Now, the Communist Party thinks highly of intellectuals, so I was sent to visit Zhangjiakou in spring. How many high officials and chiefs have I met, and who is not a corporal, we feel that we are also considered as individuals and useful talents. We are determined to listen to their good words, reform ourselves, and serve the common people. Write a few words to oppose the cadres and sabotage the land reform? Alas, brother Xiaochang, I can’t bear this injustice! You don’t investigate.”

The red-nosed old Wu stood by and listened for a long time, then interrupted: "Let's see, someone might have quietly written it early in the morning. There are more than one teacher who can write in the village." "Yes! I am not the only teacher." "Old Liu, don't jump over the wall in a hurry, just bite and speak clearly." Ren Guozhong pretended to be aggressive. "We see that things always come to light. There is no needle in the quilt. It's either the mother-in-law or the grandson. The people in our village who can write can count with their toes. If you correct the handwriting, will you understand it in a while? Teacher Ren, are you right?" Old Wu blinked again. "Yes," Ren Guozhong said involuntarily, but immediately denied it: "It may not be true, and the chalk characters can't be distinguished." "Our old Wu is illiterate and dare not speak, but you and Teacher Liu's handwriting, we often wipe the blackboard, we see it differently. His handwriting is like dried tofu, square and neat; your handwriting It's crooked, just like you. You can't tell the difference? If you don't believe me, talk to some students." "Old Wu has an idea. There are only a few people in our village who can write. Those who have graduated from elementary school are not counted. Let's just say we have studied for two years, and sometimes we can't even recognize the characters we write. Mr. Liu, don't worry, it's easy." Li Chang also calmed down. "Then, let's go, let's go and read the handwriting. We can recognize the handwriting of a few people in this village even after they have been burnt to ashes." Teacher Liu also seemed confident, and pushed Li Chang out. "Let's go." Ren Guozhong had no choice but to follow. "Ahhh!" Li Chang stopped, jumping up and cursing: "Damn it or not, I wiped it off as soon as I finished reading it. I was afraid that everyone would see it and spread it, so I just wiped it off." It’s gone. Alas! Damn it, I didn’t expect to investigate this person..." Ren Guozhong quietly wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Hey! I'm the one to take the blame for this!" Teacher Liu put on a crying face. "Old Liu, don't worry, we have to chase this matter out." "I don't think we're chasing after this matter. We all understand it. We'll go to Zhang Yumin later, and we'll have to sue him. Hmph, we've noticed it a long time ago. Some people are so busy these days." Great, wake up early and go to bed late, and sneaking around is never good." Old Wu nodded and blinked, showing a complacent look. "Who are you talking about?" Li Chang still didn't understand what he meant. But the old man mischievously said: "You still don't understand? As long as you promise us to arrest these people, I will tell you, you say, whether to arrest or not!" He smiled and looked at Ren Guo who had gone to the side. loyal.Teacher Liu also gave Li Chang a wink, and Li Chang stopped asking, and just said: "Hurry up and write again, do you have a finished manuscript?" I am very happy, "Our old Wu has a lot in his stomach. He speaks well. He is better than Cao Zijian, that is, Cao Cao's son. Ha... You want articles, it is difficult. If you only want bombs, it is easy. We will make it here. One o'clock, ha..."