Chapter 15 The second part of a century-old event experienced by a special person

I first met him on a special night. The moonlight was very bright that day, but there was some chill and bleakness unique to autumn nights.That night, the production brigade's basic militiamen were on duty, and I, who was only 13 years old, joined the ranks of the night guard.At that time, I was young and I was naturally timid, but in order to show the courage of the "revolutionary young general" who was not afraid of anything, I bravely reported the name of night duty. We began our sentry around ten o'clock that night.In fact, it is a very simple process: a few people, led by the leader, holding a rifle without bullets, ran along several production teams, wherever they went, usually they went to the warehouse of the production team first Take a look to see if there is anything stacked outside.This is an important task.After that, I went to various natural villages to patrol, and the prominent task in the middle was to check the enemy's situation of the local rich, anti-bad rightists and family members.I know that when the struggle against the enemy is serious, the basic militia will send people to guard the houses of these ghosts and snakes every night to watch the class struggle.I once heard that when the basic militiamen of a nearby production brigade were on night shift, a single militiaman volunteered to go to a rich farmer’s family in the production team to watch the night shift. , has no sexual function, and his wife wants to divorce him.In those days, it was too difficult for a family of ghosts and snake spirits to find relatives. How could the son of a rich peasant dare to let go?But for a while, I couldn't think of any way.One night, his horny wife kicked him out of the bed.The bachelor militiaman on duty hiding in the dark discovered this trend of class struggle, rushed over and forced the rich peasant's son to the fence with an unloaded gun, and asked what was going on.The son of the rich peasant began to cry.

When the bachelor militia heard this, what was there to worry about?I'll help you out.As he said that, he put the gun on his body on the shoulder of the rich farmer's son, and strode into the house.After more than half an hour, he came out with his trousers in his hands and said to the rich peasant's son, go to sleep, she will not bully you anymore.The next day, the son of the rich peasant found the bachelor militiaman while he was working in the field, and whispered, "Brother, you really have a way. My wife has been very kind to me since I woke up this morning. It seems that you can save me." I.Hey, we both agreed that you will be on duty at my house every night.If my wife dares to treat me badly, I will let you go in and treat her, what do you think?The bachelor was so happy, what could be better than this?So I said yes, but you have to give me something to eat, otherwise I will be very tired even if I work the night shift.The rich farmer's son nodded repeatedly, saying it was natural.Just like that, the bachelor militiamen worked night shifts all winter long on the homestead of that farmhouse.In the spring of the following year, the militia battalion began to change shifts, but this single militiaman who was rated as a model on duty by the commune refused to change shifts, and said that he would stick to the forefront of class struggle.At that time, the Armed Forces Department of the commune specially issued a circular for this purpose, calling on the basic militiamen of the whole commune's militia regiment to learn from him.The interesting thing is yet to come. One day, in order to let the cadres of the militia battalion of other production brigades learn from this model militiaman on duty who has a high level of ideological awareness and a strong sense of the enemy's situation, he specially brought a party of 20 militia cadres from three brigades for the night. Visit this exemplary sentry.The Minister of Armed Forces went there to investigate and found that it was not his militiamen standing guard with guns, but the son of the rich peasant who was supposed to be guarded.The Minister of Armed Forces was so angry that he asked where Mo Fan went?The other party was so frightened that he had to tell the truth.The Minister of Armed Forces almost passed out on the spot.What... what is this? !Later, I heard that because of this lesson, the basic militiamen in the brigade no longer used individual guards on night shifts, but patrolled and guarded collectively.

"Damn it, it's too cold today, and the wind is blowing so hard, the 'ghosts and snake spirits' must be ready to move again. Come on, let's go and check them!" The deputy battalion commander at the other end of my team said to me and several others. said the militia.Then he asked me again: "Xiao Ming, are you staying at the brigade headquarters or are you going with us?" "I'll go too." This was actually a question that didn't need to be asked.Since I really haven't met a class enemy face to face, I will naturally not give up such an opportunity.At the same time, although I am only 13 years old, I still want to show my revolutionary fighting will in my heart!

It was on this night that I met the old landlord Chen Yuepan. Chen Yuepan was the only landlord in my production brigade.Before that, "landlord elements" were very clear in my impression: those bullies like Liu Wencai's water dungeons, dog legs, and random rape of civilian women, or those who came to the house on the 30th night of the lunar new year when the wind and rain were blowing. A villain like Huang Shiren who stole the white-haired girl.I don't know where the innate "class hatred" comes from. When I mention "old landlords", I feel the same as all poor and lower-middle peasants, and I hate bullies like Liu Wencai and Huang Shiren from the bottom of my heart.

I don’t know whether it’s intentional lagging behind, or the ancestors of the “old landlord” specially picked “dark corners” to drill. Chen Yuepan’s home is very remote, in a natural village in the easternmost part of the brigade. Two natural homestead villages in Sihuali.Because of my young age, I had never been to or met Chen Yuepan's production team and himself before this.Mostly out of curiosity, I joined the ranks of the militia to check the night. Under the bleak moonlight, a group of our militiamen really approached Chen Yuepan's house as if they were about to face a battle.Under the eaves of a dilapidated farmer's house, the deputy battalion commander of the militia with a gun suddenly lowered his voice and gave us an order softly: don't make a sound, pay attention to the enemy's situation!Since I was confronting a class enemy for the first time, I was really nervous and a little scared.Now that I think about it, I find it ridiculous. What's so scary about an old landlord like a dead cat?However, at that age and at that age, it was very normal for me to have this kind of nervousness and fear.

"Boom! Boom!" The deputy battalion commander suddenly smashed the wooden door under the house with his fist, and shouted loudly: "Open the door, open the door!" At this time, a weak and trembling voice came from the room: "Who? Who is it?" "Stop rambling! We are the dictatorship of the proletariat! Open the door!" Seeing that the deputy battalion commander of the militia was getting impatient, he slammed on the door again. "Oh, stop knocking, I'll open the door right away..." It could be heard that the people inside were busy getting up and getting dressed.

After about a few minutes, the door creaked open.A shriveled old man with a ragged cotton jacket on his upper body and trousers tied with a straw rope protruded from the inside, coughing and shivering. What surprised me was that this shriveled old man still had a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose! "Chen Yuepan, what have you been doing these days? Tell me quickly!" the deputy battalion commander of the militia asked as if reprimanding his third grandson. What, so this shriveled old man is a "bully landlord"?At that moment, the image of a landlord deeply rooted in my mind was shaken.How could such a shriveled old man be a bully like Liu Wencai and Huang Shiren?At that time, there was a sentence I was afraid to say, that is, I thought this shriveled old man wearing glasses was too pitiful, and he didn't make people tremble or fear at all, let alone hateful...

"Quickly explain it!" The majestic deputy battalion commander's voice rose a few decibels, and I was very nervous about the little idea that had just sprouted in my heart: this is not good, isn't this sympathy for "class enemies" and "monsters and snake spirits"? ? At the age of 13, I felt the pressure of politics for the first time.The feeling of pity for class enemies and ghosts and monsters at that moment made me break out in a cold sweat. "Me? I haven't done anything bad these days. I work hard in the production team every day, and I have nothing else to ask for." In the darkness, the old landlord's words were so polite, which was to me who was born in the Great Leap Forward. , is another surprising thing.Perhaps the sympathy and goodwill that has remained in my heart for decades was born and deeply rooted in my heart from this time.

How could the "bully landlord" be like this?The "class position" in my young mind began to shake irresistibly. "Don't be so fucking gentle!" The words of the deputy battalion commander of the militia immediately turned the little civilization I felt for the first time in the dark into barbarism and gunpowder. "Tell me, tell me, did you write a change account recently?" Although no one could see anyone's face under the moonlight, I felt the air suddenly freeze. The "old landlord" still answered the question of "the dictatorship of the proletariat" politely: "How dare you, I only wrote a few unfinished poems..."

"The bully landlord" still writes poetry?I am so amazed.However, it wasn’t just me who was amazed this time, even our deputy battalion commander was very nervous: “What? You’re still making a small history? It can’t be the history of exploitation back then, right? Hand it over, quickly!” This time it was the "old landlord"'s turn to get nervous. Hearing this, he hurried back into the house. After a while, the shriveled old landlord came out again trembling. "It's all here." As he said, he stretched out his hands and handed in a small notebook to the deputy battalion commander of the militia.

"Do you have any matches?" "Have." When someone struck a match, I curiously got into the arms of the deputy battalion commander of the militia and was the first to see clearly the small book handed over by the "old landlord".It was greasy, and there was something densely written on it. When I was about to follow the hand of the deputy battalion commander of the militia to turn the page, the match went out.Can't see anything. "What a mess, it's just a change of account!" It was the voice of the deputy battalion commander of the militia again: "Okay, you go back to the house honestly, and we will look at your little history at dawn..." "It's a little poem." The old landlord Chen Yuepan corrected timidly and softly. "I know, I know, you're not fucking honest? Small shit, big shit, who doesn't know that what you can pull out of your old landlord's ass is not all shit?" The deputy battalion commander of the militia was so angry that he couldn't stand up straight. The old landlord pushed into the house, then waved to us: "Go!" Not long after walking out, the deputy battalion commander of the militia asked someone to light a match and look at the old landlord's small notebook: "What are the vertical lines and horizontal lines? I can't understand Gou Ri's poems. Anyway, the old landlord can't sing them." Good singing voice! See you damn ghost!" I saw him throwing the little book into the ditch. Old landlord, bully?A shriveled old man who speaks politely and can write good poems! I couldn't calm down and understand for a long time that night.So after dawn the next day, I quietly went to the channel without water in winter to pick up the "Change the Account" written by the bully landlord who was thrown down by the deputy battalion commander of the militia.When I opened that little book and flipped through the little poems written in it, my mind was like a thunderclap—the "bully landlord" wrote some "poems copied from Lei Feng": In February and March, apricots are red, and people are in the breeze and blue waves; It is the spring plowing and production boom, and the radio sings to learn from Lei Feng. ("Learning from Lei Feng") At night, when the tractor is beeping urgently, it is time to plant rice seedlings on the Huangmei Festival; Men and widows compete for masters, and Lei Feng turns into raindrops. ("Hot Sweat") The cloudy eyes are endlessly cold and warm, the moon is setting in the west and the sun is east again; Plum blossoms and peach blossoms are even better in spring, with thousands of branches and thousands of flowers splashing new red. ("Spring is Better") ………… The "Little Poetry Collection" written by the old landlord is coded, and there are hundreds of poems.In the age when I half-understood, when I read the poems written by this "big bully" on learning from Lei Feng, what remained in my memory was always an insoluble mystery...