Chapter 33 Chapter Five: He Yi Experienced Three Disasters and Six Difficulties

When Mao Zetan was in the most pain and loneliness, He Yi appeared beside him like a hibiscus blooming from the water. On January 24, 1929, the main force of the Fourth Red Army marched into southern Jiangxi and was attacked by a powerful enemy in Dayu County. Mao Zetan, the party representative of the 3rd Battalion of the 31st Regiment, desperately blocked the enemy in the battle, but was unfortunately injured.The troops were attacked again and again, and they moved long distances to Ji'an Donggu, and then swung to the west of Fujian. Mao Zetan was unable to go out with the army due to a leg injury and stayed in Dongguxi Village to recuperate. He was told that he served as a member of the CPC West Jiangxi Special Committee and secretary of the Donggu District Committee during his recuperation period.

A stretcher hurriedly carried Mao Zetan into the home of Aunt Wang, a family member of the Red Army in Xicun. The large army is like a swimming dragon, disappearing without a trace in an instant, and there is no sound outside the house. A sense of loss hit his heart, Mao Zetan sat up from the bed, and the pain immediately spread from his legs to his whole body like an electric shock.He sighed, stroked his injured leg, leaned back on the bed helplessly, and fell asleep in a daze after a while. Bypassing a bamboo grove, 18-year-old He Yi walked slowly to Aunt Wang's house. She is He Zizhen's younger sister and Mao Zedong's sister-in-law.Because of a kinship relationship, after receiving the letter from Mao Zedong, the Ganxi Special Committee knew that he loved his younger brother, and specially assigned He Yi to cover and care for Mao Zetan.

This is the first time He Yi and Mao Zetan met.Curiously, she turned half a circle around the sleeping young man, looking at his face: wide forehead, square chin, well-defined lips, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wide eyebrows, as expected by her sister He Zizhen Said that he resembled his brother-in-law Mao Zedong. "Pa," accidentally, He Yi tripped over a small bamboo chair unique to southern villages. Mao Zetan jumped up from his dream, and the severe pain pinned him down on the bed, unable to move. His eyes lit up, and there was actually a pretty girl standing in front of him.For an instant, I didn't know where I was.

Being confused, the girl smiled and opened her mouth. "Oh, Secretary Mao, I woke you up." "It's okay, it's okay." Mao Zetan smiled quickly and asked, "Are you from the landlord's family?" "Secretary Mao, you are so forgetful, don't you Know me?" He Yi stared at him, "Think about it, I'm a relative of your family!" Mao Zetan seriously looked at the beautiful girl in front of him: she has a rosy face, like a full moon, and bright eyes like stars, she seems to have known each other, and... …He had to shake his head, "Well, it seems that I have seen it before, but I can't remember where I saw it." He Yi giggled.After laughing for a while, she thought to herself, if she doesn't do it, she won't stop, this "time-behind ghost".So, he twisted his waist, straightened his chest, cleared his throat, and pretended to sing a song: Bless the people, but not enjoy the blessings, the farmer has no grain, the mason has no house, the carpenter has no stool, and the tailor is naked .

Mao Zetan was even more surprised and bewildered.This song was clearly written in Qiaolin Township, Huangyangjie, when I was carrying out the Agrarian Revolution, but today alone, this little girl actually sang it.Which one is she? ! "Little comrade, who are you?" He asked clumsily, "Is it the little girl from Qiaolin Chating who sells wine..." "Fuck you... I'm He Yi! It's your 'little aunt' from the Mao family!" He Yi laughed again, and poked her finger abruptly... "Oh, you naughty bastard, I've heard it before, you're so bad!" Mao Zetan knew that He Yi had been fooled, so he couldn't help but also burst out laughing.This was the first time he laughed heartily since he was injured. The laughter shook the room, shaking off the dust on the beams, and shaking off his melancholy and depression.

... Sure enough, the recovery period was full of joy, and it was actually the day when he laughed the most in his life. In order to add nutrition to Mao Zetan, He Yi often touches fish and shrimps, picks up snails in the cold water, and goes to the woods to pick mushrooms. His hands and feet are so cold that it makes people feel heartache.She herself didn't think so, and was overjoyed every time she came back. Sometimes she would put a bouquet of mountain flowers on his bedside; The little crab crawled on Mao Zetan's body and pinched him with a pair of pliers, causing him to scream in panic, sweeping away gracefully, dumbfounded, but facing He Yi, he was helpless.

Cooking medicine and decoction every day, and cooperating with the old doctor to heal and change medicines, these dirty and tiring tasks turned into joy in front of He Yi. Once, the medicinal materials ran out.The old man was frowning all day long, not knowing what to do with Mao Zetan. "I thought something happened," He Yi said with a smile, "Picking, don't herbs grow on the mountains?" " said the old man in a murmur. "Of course I'm going to collect Luo." He Yi gestured with her hands and giggled, "However, you old man needs to give some pointers, you can't be conservative with your skills!" easy.Difficulties, in front of happy people, become pleasures.

On this day, He Yi invited a few local girls, under the direction of the old doctor, to dig herbs in the mountains more than ten miles away.Everyone slipped and tumbled a few times, and they all tumbled like mud monkeys. On the way back, there was a heavy rain, which washed the mud off their bodies and faces, and washed the herbs clean.How interesting!A few girls who were drenched like soaked rats rushed into the room through the rain curtain, undressed and wrung water in the next room, and wiped themselves, chattering, laughing and laughing one after another, the breath of youth, like Fluttering in all directions like a tide.

Mao Zetan smiled and smiled, and his heart was not only grateful and moved.