After dinner, the sky darkened and the moon rose. His mother, Mrs. Zhao, was sitting under a small oil lamp, mending Ah Hui's torn cotton pants during the day. As she mended it, she muttered," You only know how to fool around. You don't care about anything. Nothing can stop you from wearing it. Be more careful in the future." Ah Hui listened as if she didn't hear it and didn't take it to heart. He covered his head with the blanket to feel the darkness under the blanket, and then lifted the blanket to experience the dim light of the oil lamp. The lamp flickered.
" Dong dong dong, dong." The sound of his father's footsteps came from the landlord's room. His father always walked in a hurry, like a trot, and his feet landed heavily on the ground. He often went out at night, and when he came back, he always took the landlord's way, which was always loud. Ah Hui was already familiar with the sound. The entire family was familiar with it. As long as they heard this thumping sound, they would know that their father had returned.
Zhang Qingfeng entered the room with a smile on his face.
" What are you so happy about?" Mrs. Zhao asked. Her hands were still habitually sewing.
"Good news, good news. Zhang Fenglou's family sold the land and brought the crops to sell. Two bushels of wheat per mu was so cheap. Just buying two bushels of wheat could not even buy it. The crops were equivalent to being free. The crops were about to be harvested. Was it cheap?”As Zhang Qingfeng spoke, he sat in front of Mrs. Zhao and observed her expression.
"Is there such a good thing? Who said that Zhang Fenglou was knowledgeable and had done business in Laoting before? How could he do such a stupid thing? You must have heard wrongly." Mother said
"It's true. I heard it from Zhang Fengqi just now. "Whoever buys it is fine. Take a look at the land first. If you look good, agree to buy it and hand over the wheat first. Money is also fine. The land is yours."
His father said, unable to hide the joy in his heart. What a precious thing the land was to him! When he was young, his family was so poor. His grandmother begged for food, and he could not afford to study. At the age of eight, he herded cows for others, and at the age of twelve, he did not work because there was no land at home. The reason why he had to live in Laoting and was so poor was because he had no land. Land was life and wealth.
Ah Hui had already fallen asleep. Her brother, Ah Wu, was not at home. He had gone to accompany Zhang Chao and Second Master Lin. Looking at Ah Hui's sleeping face and listening to his calm and comfortable breathing, the father thought to himself, The children can't walk my path. However, how could they live well in the two acres of thin sand at home? How could the children go to school if their lives were not good? Poor family, if they don't walk my path, what path should they take? Therefore, I must seize this opportunity to buy some land. If I buy a few acres of land, my life will be over. His father was a little excited and did not sleep well the whole night. When he woke up the next morning, he discussed buying land with his mother.
Her mother was a person who rarely put in effort in her life. She ate whatever rice she had and did not care about the sourness when it was cold. He was skeptical about selling the land. However, it was so cheap. Listening to his father's calculations, the land was very cheap. With the crops, the money to buy the land would come back in two months when the crops were harvested. Those who sold the land were fools. They would be fools if they did not buy such a good thing. Therefore, when her father insisted on buying it, she agreed. After breakfast, his father was the first to go to Zhang Fenglou's house to register. When he came back, his father said happily," We're the first to buy it. Sell us five acres of the sorghums in the northern goose field. The sorghums are growing well. We'll write the documents after we hand over the wheat."”
"Five Mu of land, how much wheat? Do we have that many?"
"You have to buy a load.”
"But we still don't have enough!"
His father seemed to have thought it through and said confidently,"Hurry up and do it. Go to the Qi store today and borrow a bag. If he didn't want the grain, he would return it to him in exchange for wheat. He would do as he said.”
His mother's diplomacy was really successful. When she went to Qi Store, her second aunt's family didn't believe her at first. Later, her mother said it so sincerely again and again, but she felt that if she didn't help with such a cheap thing, it wouldn't be enough for her to be a relative, so she agreed. That day, she asked Brother Shitou to bring a bag of wheat.
Zhang Fenglou's family sold the land with great fanfare, and many people bought it. Soon, all the accounts were out. They were just waiting to hand over the wheat to go through the procedures and recognize the land. Everyone in the village knew about his father's purchase of land. Some people praised him for being " not simple." He knew how to live. He bought land and slowly led a small life. Some people said that it was like a soft donkey pulling hard dung. Without economic strength, how could they pay back when they bought land from famine? There was only one person who opposed it, or rather, disapproved of it, and that was Zhang Qinxiang, who was at the west end of the village. Both he and his father were grandsons of the same great-grandfather, Zhang Jingyue. Zhang Jingyue had four sons. Zhang Qingxiang's great-grandfather, Zhang Yongrui, was the eldest son, while his father's great-grandfather, Zhang Yonglin, was the third son. They were still close in terms of family and usually got along well. Zhang Qingxiang had three brothers. The eldest was Zhang Qinghe, and the third was Zhang Qingwang. He had been working hard since he was young. Not long before the liberation, he was still working hard in the Xia family. In the autumn, he worked at the Changren family's house, driving a carriage to the east of the river to transport things. There was no bridge in the old river. After crossing the new river bridge, he had to go downhill from the embankment to cross the river. The river bank was high and steep. The car went down very quickly, and the animals were not good. His leg was crushed by the car and he became disabled. He walked with a limp. The party relied on the poor in the countryside, so he joined the party. He had never been to school, but he had played a big role in the work of the Xia Zhuang gang. He had a good voice and his voice was loud. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was no electricity in the village, and there were no horns. Whenever the village was open for a while, or if there was something that everyone needed to know, it was always his voice that shouted. He stood in the middle of the village, raised his head, and put his hands on his mouth like a horn. Party members, come to the school for a meeting." The sound was crisp and loud. The night on the plains was very quiet. His shout could be heard by every household. For many years, he had been the one to call for meetings and conferences. He was still alive until the beginning of the reform and opening up. When he was almost eighty years old, he was still shouting in the village when there was no loudspeaker. Party members, come to the school for a meeting."
Perhaps it was a secret within the party. Zhang Qingxiang had heard the news that the rural areas were going to carry out land reform from somewhere. It was not exact, but there was some news. They had to divide the land and houses to eliminate the problem of the disparity between the rich and the poor. When he heard that his father wanted to buy land, he specially came to Ah Hui's house after dinner. His mother let him sit on the Kang, and his father handed him a cigarette bag and said," Smoke first." Before he could sit properly, he said,"I heard you want to buy land?"
" Why? What's your explanation?" his father asked in surprise.
"Brother, don't tell anyone else. This is a secret of the party. I heard that if we want land reform, the families with more land will take it out and give it to those who don't. "The farmers have no land, and those who don't have land occupy it. This is exploitation." He was originally loud, but he lowered his voice to a very low level, making him seem very mysterious.
When his mother heard this, she was a little stunned.
When his father heard this, he felt that it was simply a fantasy. It was strange and ridiculous. It was an impossible dream. He said,"This is impossible. How can there be such a thing in this world? Someone's land is for a lifetime, or even a few lifetimes, and you're giving it to them? That's impossible." His father was actually working in a landlord's house. He did not understand land reform.
Zhang Qinxiang had wanted to tell him this secret, but he was stumped by Zhang Qingfeng's questions. He also felt that it was illogical and unlikely. Therefore, after hearing Zhang Qingfeng's retort, he did not say anything more. Anyway, if you believe it, then believe it. If you don't believe it, then forget it. Now that the land reform has not begun, no one can tell when it will happen. Therefore, in the end, he could only say that it was for the best anyway. He finally told his brother what he was worried about, so he left satisfied.
His father made up his mind. This was an opportunity that could not be missed. It would not come again. His mother also believed his father's words. How could they just split up other people's things, houses, and land? There was no such logic. However, she also thought that since Second Brother had secretly spread this news, he must have a certain background. If they really split the land equally, wouldn't it be a waste of money to buy the land? She advocated buying less. In the end, his parents decided to buy three mu first.
His father went to Zhang Fenglou's house to report the number. Zhang Fenglou said," Why would I buy three mu? I'll sell you five mu. The piece of broomcorn on the board grows especially well. I'll give you exactly five mu. If you buy three mu, how are you going to split it? Zhang Qingguo even bought six acres, you can't catch up to him? Is there not enough wheat? Money is fine too." These words hit his father's weak spot. His father was always competitive in doing things. He never said that he was inferior to others and that he was not good at anything. Especially when he heard that Zhang Qingguo had bought six acres, he was very agitated."I was the one who brought him out of He Xin Village.”Therefore, he immediately expressed that he would buy five mu. Five mu was five mu, and Zhang Fenglou wrote it down. There was indeed not enough wheat at home. The five bushels that his mother borrowed from Qi Dianzi's second aunt's house really worked.
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