My childhood was a period of intense class struggle. Before one wave subsided, another wave rose without stopping for a moment. No matter how great the suffering and how poor the people were, they could not wear down the strong desire to fight against each other. Suffering and fighting were like inseparable twins. Where there was suffering, there would be fighting, and where there was fighting, there would be suffering. Suffering would stimulate fighting, and fighting would breed suffering.
Although he was young and did not understand what class struggle was, he could still feel the murderous atmosphere brought about by class struggle.
It was still winter, and a new cold wave had arrived. The snow that had not melted before was frozen into dirty ice in front of the house. The sky was so gloomy that it seemed to freeze the air.
On such a cold morning, someone outside shouted," Hurry up and take a look! The little baldie's father was beaten to death during a fight last night!”，This shout caused the doctor's heart to sink into an inexplicable terror.
We children are still a little more innocent. As long as something unusual happens in the village, no matter how Mother tries to stop it, we will follow it and watch the show.
Actually, they didn't see the dead little baldie's father. There were people guarding the warehouse door, not allowing anyone to enter. The people were just standing by the warehouse door in the wind, freezing.
The little baldy's father was in charge of the warehouse in the team. He was suspected of stealing food from the warehouse and was brought home. The team's officers found a few people to criticize him at night. The people who participated in the struggle covered the eyes of the little baldie's father and made him stand in the middle of the room. The people who criticized him formed a circle. The people here pushed him to the other side, and the people there pushed him to the other side. It lasted until the second half of the night. Unexpectedly, the little baldie's father actually hit his head against the wall, and his head exploded. He died.
As they couldn't enter the warehouse, they became interested in a vertical boiler in the yard of the warehouse. The boiler was as tall as two people. Beside the boiler, there was a pile of cooked brownish-black grass dregs. The brown juice seeped out of the grass dregs and flowed far away on the ground like horse urine. It froze on the ground, and they could still smell the faint smell of lime water coming from the grass dregs. I wonder what these are used for?
Needless to say, the Great Leap Forward had indeed opened the eyes of the rural people. They heard and saw many new things that they did not know in the past. It turns out that the boiler is a scientific experiment conducted by the Great Leap Forward. It wants to use straw to make tofu. I found it very novel when I heard it. Can grass become tofu? If the straw could really be used to make tofu, the people of Dafutun would no longer be hungry. He really hoped that this could become a reality. However, the Great Leap Forward that was in full swing had become as cold as this winter.
In fact, the little baldy was not in Dafutun. He had gone to the east of the country a few years ago. A few days later, he rushed back from the northeast to collect his father's body. After that, the little baldy went to the county to sue the people who had participated in the fight against his father. The county came and arrested a person called " Second Barbarian " who had participated in the fight, saying that he was the murderer who had killed the little baldy's father.
During those years when the class struggle was extremely destructive, his mother was also living in fear all day long. On a cold night, Mother coaxed us brothers into bed. In the dim light, she saw Mother restless, her figure swaying back and forth on the wall, her mouth constantly muttering,"Why isn't she back yet, why isn't she back yet?" At that time, I didn't know who Mother was muttering about. I asked my mother," Who hasn't come back yet?", but my mother didn't have the heart to answer me. She only said," Don't ask too much, go to sleep."
I fell asleep in a daze. I didn't know how long had passed. It might have been the second half of the night. I was awakened by the sound of voices. It turned out that my father had returned. He was talking to my mother in a low voice. I heard my father say," I'm a poor farmer. I was originally hired as a farmer. Someone said that blacksmiths can't be counted as farmers, so I was hired as a poor farmer." My mother was anxious to ask her what the composition was. My father replied," I gave you the composition of a middle peasant."" Why don't you give me the composition of a poor peasant?"”Mother continued to ask.
His father said," People said that you don't look like you came from a poor family. You must have a background. They even said that they would check your family history. Seeing this situation, I insisted that you came from a poor family. They said that if you were the daughter of a rich family, why would you marry a poor beggar like me. When those people in the meeting heard this, they reluctantly decided that you were a middle-class farmer.”" A middle-class peasant is also fine, just like a poor peasant. I don't have to be afraid all day long," Mother said happily, no longer as nervous as before.
I didn't understand the meaning of the conversation between my parents that night, but I felt that there were some things that we children shouldn't know.
During the year of the Great Leap Forward, the team raised fish fry in the water bay. After autumn, they caught a lot of big fish. The villagers could buy them to eat, but no one bought them. Because the people in Dafutun did not eat fish, they were afraid that the fish bones would get stuck in their throats.
Her mother grew up by the sea and liked to eat fish. She wanted to buy a fish to eat, but she was very afraid. She was afraid that the officers in the team would notice her because a fish cost one yuan (a fish weighed about two or three catties). One yuan was not a small number for the rural people at that time. In that era of political struggle, the poor people eating fish would also attract the attention of the officers and cause political trouble. Her mother definitely did not dare to be careless.
What is Mother hiding from us? As we brothers grew up, some of Mother's background gradually surfaced. Only then did we understand the reason why Mother was afraid of political movements.
My mother was not born a peasant, nor was she born a poor peasant. She was born into a landlord family by the seaside in Sunshine. During the land reform movement, the family's property was divided among the peasants. The eldest brother was suppressed by the land reform team, and the others were expelled from the family and fled in all directions.
Mother's aunt's family was also a landlord, and her children had joined the party when they were studying outside. During the Anti-Japanese War, Mother's cousins (my aunt and uncle) returned home and asked Mother to help them raise money to help resist the Japanese (Mother was the eldest sister among them). Without hesitation, they asked Grandpa and Big Brother (my uncle) for a large amount of money for their cousins to support the Japanese resistance.
When his cousins were wanted outside and couldn't stay any longer, they would run back to their hometown again and again. Every time, his mother would do everything she could to hide and protect them. When the news passed, his mother would prepare money for them to go out and revolution again.
During the War of Liberation, her cousins returned to their hometown again and again to ask her mother to make shoes and clothes for the support of the People's Liberation Army. Her mother did not hesitate to take on the tasks entrusted by her cousins.
However, she did not expect that after the country was liberated, the land reform task force would come and settle accounts with her landlord family. No one would acknowledge what she and her family had done for the resistance against Japan and the People's Liberation Army.
When her family was about to suffer, her mother hoped that her cousins in the party would come back to her hometown to say a few words for her and her family, for the resistance against Japan, and for what the People's Liberation Army had done, but no one came back. It wasn't that Mother's cousins had no conscience and had forgotten what Mother had done for them, but that they were afraid that the class struggle would implicate them and bring disaster to themselves. They could only suppress their conscience for their families under political principles (Later, when my brothers were having difficulties in their studies, my aunts still gave us financial assistance).
Her mother and her family spent money and effort to help the poor cause a revolution, but in the end, they were destroyed by the poor people who succeeded in the revolution. They died or fled. One of my mother's younger sisters (my aunt) said,"Eldest Sister is really silly. She ended up like this…"
Mother Zhan had turned to the Church of Zhangqiu to hide (Mother had studied in a church school when she was young). His mother's figure and appearance made it obvious that she came from a rich family. During the cruel period of class struggle, even if she hid in the church, once she was discovered to be the daughter of a landlord who had fled, her life would be in danger.
A kind-hearted person suggested to her mother that she could only find a poor man to marry and use the identity of a poor man as a cover to avoid disaster. My grandmother, who was a servant in the church, was the poorest family in the area. My son (who was my father) had yet to find a wife at the age of 30. According to my father, he was "a pauper." Just like that, her mother, who came from a landlord family, married a local pauper like her father in order to survive.
After his father married his mother, he did not dare to let her stay in his hometown because his mother's identity could be exposed at any time. This was not just the danger for his mother. This danger would implicate his grandmother, uncle, and even more people. It would be a great crime for Nian Yue to hide her identity as the daughter of a landlord. He had to bring his mother to hide in a foreign land to live.
This was the real reason why Father and Mother had left their beautiful hometown, Bright Water Town, and landed in the backwater Physician Village.
A poor man had changed the life of his mother's landlord family, but his father, who was born in a poor family, had married his mother, who was born in a landlord family, and had even left his hometown to cover up his mother's family identity. Who could really explain the so-called love and hate in the world?
Even though her mother was very unwilling to live with her father, she had lived with her father for the rest of her life. Until she passed away before her father, her mother was grateful to her father.
My grandfather was a scholar and had no interest in managing the family property. He handed the family property over to his eldest son to manage early on. It was because of this that my grandfather did not suffer a great disaster during the land reform and followed my mother to Dafutun.
I heard from father that my brothers were all named by grandfather. Father rarely talks about grandfather, but I feel that father has a good impression of grandfather.
In the yard next door, Xishun's grandfather planted more than a dozen big jujube trees. The red dates on the trees made people envious. The courtyard wall between the two houses was very low. My brother and I often climbed over to steal dates to eat. Once, we were caught by Xishun's grandfather. Grandpa came to apologize to Xishun's grandfather. When Xishun's grandfather saw that Grandpa came, not only did he not make things difficult for us, but he also caught a lot of dates for us to take home to eat.
One morning in the spring of that year, Grandpa never got up again. I went to wake him up, but Mother said that Grandpa had died. After his father received the letter, he rushed back from outside to handle his grandfather's funeral. There was a shortage of wood in the doctor's village, and my family had moved here from other places, so I couldn't buy a coffin at all. My grandfather had passed away for several days and couldn't be buried. Mother was very anxious there.
His father had thought of a way to bury his grandfather in a big water tank. The villagers discussed animatedly. They had never heard of using a big vat to bury people. Mother was a little unwilling, but there was no other way. She could only use a big vat instead of a coffin.
But where? Father had no land in the doctor's village and could not bury his grandfather. They could only hire a horse carriage to bring Grandpa's body and two large vats dozens of miles away to borrow land for a temporary burial (temporarily borrow the land of the man my aunt married, and move it away later).
His grandfather, who had a huge family business, had died without a burial place. He did not even sleep in a coffin and was buried in a big vat.
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