Chapter 88 3. The wind and rain were precarious, and she became a considerate and filial daughter of 46 martyrs.

Dajiaochang is also read locally as Dajiaochang, and "jiao" means burial.Dajiaochang, the place where martial arts was performed in ancient times, those who died during the martial arts performance were buried on the spot, and it has long been reduced to a barren mountain and wild ridge. From time to time, a few graves popped up among the thorn bushes of people's height, and bones can be seen everywhere. Old dead trees, weeds, toads, hares, extremely large grasshoppers, oil gourds, crickets in burrows.There is a red fox as bright as fire, which often passes by in front of her eyes, and she is familiar with it, and sometimes it will suddenly appear at the door of the house to meet her eyes.

Peng Guotao, who lived as a savage, is not afraid of the desolation of nature. She likes the fire fox. Choosing the address, designing and drawing, choosing materials, hiring workers, supervising, participating in voluntary labor... all the matters are difficult, and she takes care of the whole process.Do everything from scratch, learn from scratch.Encountering too difficult and sad things, she shed tears and thought: No matter how difficult it is, I must persevere and do it. This is the party's test of me!Half a year later, the first house rose from the ground.After several mobilizations, the martyrs were unwilling to live in it, thinking that the Guangrong Nursing Home is just a mouthful of glory, life is hard, and it is not decent for a group of widows and widows to get together.She took the old mother into the hospital. Her mother is a coordinate and an important representative of the martyrs in the county.Then, she mobilized the first batch of martyrs on the 4th street to be admitted to the hospital, and then the martyrs from Chengguan Township and the martyrs from the whole county were admitted to the hospital.

Nursing care for dozens of elderly people, eating, drinking, cleaning, clothing, doctors, housing, and transportation are nothing more than piles of tangled mess.That year, she was 42 years old. He took office, but he got off to a bad start. In the first week, two old people died one after another. To avoid evil, most of the people in the courtyard escaped.There were no males in the courtyard, so Peng Guotao did it himself, buying water according to local customs to scrub the body of the deceased. He and the only female waitress in the courtyard hugged their heads and carried their feet, and buried them in the coffin.When the dead are buried, they have to be parked in the mourning hall for 49 days, and there must be vigil for 49 nights.If others don't guard, Peng Guotao will guard by himself.

The mountains are desolate and the night is silent, the wind is rumbling, ghosts are crying and wolves are howling, all of them are frightening.In order to be brave, I dare not turn off the lights at night. When the mountain wind blows over the slope, with a whistling sound, the lights shake like will-o'-the-wisps. There is a noise in the house, and the fire goes out.The fiery red fox, who came to keep her company in the house, frightened them half to death.They lit two lamps, but they felt sorry for the gas money.Later, she simply asked her husband to come to the nursing home to stay with him after work every night.

The dead are hard to protect, and the living are even harder to protect.On stormy nights, when the elderly with limited mobility get up at night, she also has to get up at night. Over the past few months, she has become sallow and thin, and her face has become smaller.If you continue to fight like this, you will die.The family advised her not to do it. Is it worth 25 yuan a month?She ignored it and said, no matter how difficult it is, I must persevere and do it. This is the party's test of me!Test, you know! More than 40 relatives of martyrs, all of whom are parents or wives of martyrs, can only rely on themselves to be filial sons.When the old man is sick, she works as a nurse; when the old man dies, she is a filial daughter; the old man has many things, one is not sick, the other is sick, she often rises in the middle of the night, pours water, feeds medicine, tucks the quilt, and carries the bedpan for the old man; during the day, she sews Washing and purchasing items, busy non-stop.

She ran around day and night to connect water and electricity to the nursing home; built a courtyard wall, fed pigs and poultry, planted 4 acres of citrus trees and dozens of chestnuts; reclaimed 3 acres of vegetable land, and her annual income can reach several thousand yuan.She took in three orphans, one became a state cadre, and the other two became laborers in the nursing home. Conditions in nursing homes are improving day by day, and life is getting better and better.From being unaccustomed to getting used to it, the old people regard the nursing home as their own belonging, their own home.Several old people still recognized Peng Guotao as their concubine daughter, treating her as their own daughter.She regards the elderly in the courtyard as her parents.However, if one person serves more than 40 parents, isn’t that too many parents? More than 40 parents are indeed too many, but they are all wives and parents of martyrs. They rely on the door and the house, and the martyrs will feel uneasy under the nine springs.Thinking of the martyrs, Peng Guotao didn't think too much, and he took the trouble to serve the old people as always.

Chen Mennv, an elderly woman in her 90s, was paralyzed in bed and incontinent.Twice a day, Peng Guotao wiped his body with hot water and changed his clothes until he died of illness half a year later. The old man Lu Fangcai was insane, he was a literary lunatic, he couldn't take care of himself, and sometimes acted fearful of others, people stayed away from him, and only Peng Guotao served and taught him.The other three are too old and have limited mobility, such as washing clothes, drying quilts, lighting fire cages to warm feet, and all chores have to be taken care of by Peng Guotao himself.

Gradually, Peng Guotao became the hands and feet of the old people, and became a part of their bodies.The old people trust her, love her, and cannot do without her. One year, the county was preparing to build a massage clinic and transferred her to be the director.In just two days, the old people felt lost and panicked all day long.Dozens of trembling elderly people went to the city to appeal collectively, and sat in the Civil Affairs Bureau with tears streaming down their faces. The names of the children of the old people can be strung together into the revolutionary history of the county. This incident shook the county.

Peng Guotao's marriage was "to hide from the rain under the thornbush", and it was another matter not to escape the rain, but he was bound to be stabbed. During the "Cultural Revolution", her husband's status as a soldier in the White Army was once again publicized, and her family was once again imprisoned and sent to the remote Linchi Township.A year later, Mao Zedong's bodyguard, Chen Changfeng, served as the director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee and came back to his hometown to see her.After inquiring about her situation, she said: "You are an old revolutionary, a descendant of martyrs, and you should thoroughly implement the policy. You can make any demands." After rushing back from the countryside, she was interviewed, and she only made one request: resume work.

In front of the provincial leaders, the county leaders were also very generous, so they hurriedly said, "Let's mention it, the county revolutionary committee is short of people, and you can go to any department."You are an old revolutionist, and you should have your salary and benefits reissued. She opened her mouth, but asked to go back to the Guangrong Nursing Home, saying: "There are dozens of martyr's parents there, no one takes care of them, eating, drinking, and diarrhea are problematic, and no one cares about birth, old age, sickness and death!" Tears flowed down involuntarily.

During the hundreds of days and nights when she was sent down, the parents of dozens of martyrs lingered in her heart. In the smoke of the "Cultural Revolution", she had to take care of the lonely old man. She wants to be a generation of filial daughters for the revolutionary elders. Regarding nursing homes, there were many criticisms in the "Cultural Revolution": Glorious nursing homes-the glory in the mouth; the director-actually the old nanny.After hearing her choice, Director Chen and the leader of the county revolutionary committee looked at each other, hesitated to speak, and had no choice but to let her go. The wind and frost of time were extremely fierce, and deep wrinkles were carved on Peng Guotao's forehead. She was old.In the past ten years, she has not only been responsible for the heavy work in the nursing home, but also worked part-time as a people's assessor, a member of the Standing Committee of the County People's Congress, and a member of the Standing Committee of the County Political Consultative Conference, and engaged in a large number of voluntary social activities. Over the years, she has won a series of honors for her selfless work as "Peng Peng's daughter".She has been to Beijing three times and was received by the leaders of the party and the state; she has been invited by Commander Chen Yi of the East China Military Region, the Ministry of Civil Affairs, the People's Government of Tianjin and Nanjing, and the People's Government of Jiangxi Province; "Double Support" Advanced Individual Award, "Elderly Promising Elite" Award, etc. When she is free or when she wakes up from a dream, she will suddenly think of that bright and fiery fox, where has it gone, why doesn't it come to see me. In the nursing home, she was busy up and down. Wrinkles gradually added to her face that had experienced vicissitudes of life, but she always wore a generous and kind smile.This kind of smile can only be seen by those who are indifferent to the world and feel satisfied in life. But she was not satisfied, and her party membership request was not approved.She thinks that this party belongs to her father, she must join, and submits an application every year. What troubles her is: after writing applications year after year, after more than 40 years of testing, why is she not approved to join the party?