One after another, dry frost knocked off the leaves of the big persimmon tree in the small yard, and it was winter. You Ximing no longer has to worry about hunger and cold in winter. As soon as it was dark, he lay down in the soft quilt, with three new mattresses and quilts prepared by You Zhimao for his son's wedding. The roof of the small chamber is tightly tied with new reed stalks and new reed mats, and the three walls on the kang are surrounded by flower paper. Lying in such a comfortable new house to welcome the bride, You Ximing smoked "economic brand" paper cigarettes one after another, if the future hostess of this new house could also be assigned to him, it would be best to lie next to him at this moment, that would ...... You Ximing had an itch in his nose and sneezed twice.

He couldn't sleep well, so he simply sat up and leaned against the window, and what were the people in the room opposite doing now?

It was quiet in the small courtyard, and the wind rustled the fallen leaves on the ground.

In the immediate aftermath of the movement, the atmosphere of chaos and pathos in this small courtyard seemed to be quickly replaced by a wordless harmony. You Zhimao, a landlord, eats alone under the persimmon tree, and after eating, the woman cleans up the empty dishes and plates from the ground, and he smokes one bag after another. It's cold, it's still like this, and now he doesn't sleep, and the light of a pillar of smoke pot is shining under the persimmon tree, is it because he has formed the habit of staying up and sleeping late as a cadre? Or does he hate his downfall and the distraction of his family property? It must be the latter one! If you are uncomfortable, you will be uncomfortable! You should also let my old age enjoy happiness, and you should hate me, because it was the "Four Clean-up Movement" -- the second land reform that brought me happiness......

You Zhimao's eldest son, You Nian, came out of the wing room that doubled as a room and went into the firewood shed with a wheat straw roof. The property was divided, and he couldn't sleep in the house, so he spent the night in a firewood shed. This kid goes in and out on weekdays, pouting and hanging, and doesn't say a word from morning to night. When he saw You Ximing, he immediately twisted his head to the side. Seeing that the new daughter-in-law who was about to pass through the door resolutely withdrew from the marriage because of the change in composition, it is strange that he didn't hate him to death! It doesn't matter if he hates it, I'm just afraid that this cold baby wants to be anxious about his daughter-in-law, once he moves his hands and feet, won't he disassemble the parts of You Ximing!

He wondered, why didn't this family quarrel and make a fight? The accountant of the former brigade collapsed in the "Four Cleanups" and returned seven or eight hundred yuan, but the composition did not change, and it was much lighter than You Zhimao's, and the accountant's mother-in-law fought with men all day long, jumped into a well, hanged herself, and dragged herself to the commune for divorce...... It's all because You Zhimao has a good woman, she still works three days a day to earn work, and returns to the house to feed the pigs and chickens. She didn't want to blame the man for becoming a landlord, so she still had three meals a day, brought the food to the persimmon tree, handed it to You Zhimao with both hands, and said a reassuring word to him. and in the house he admonished the frizzy children......

You Zhimao's good woman washed the pots and pans, came out of the door, untied her waist, and patted the dust on her chest and back under the steps, crackling and crackling...... In his early forties, he has a chubby figure, a tall body, a tall chest, and a round ass...... She patted it clean and led her daughter Lianlian to the kiln at the back, and never came out again...... Sleeping with such a virtuous and gentle woman for a lifetime, did You Zhimao burn coarse incense for God in his previous life...... To be with such a good woman, it is to live on the streets, sleeping on the temple platform with his head on his head and feet, and his heart is probably sweet, right? You Ximing thought, touching the scene, a kind of emptiness and loneliness that cannot be escaped hit his heart, even if he slept in the Jinluan Palace, can there be human warmth in his heart? Alas! Because the movement has passed, Youjia Village will not hold a meeting. The members work during the day and sleep at night. The complicated personnel relations that emerged after the movement were rarely gossiped. You now lives in the middle of the village, in and out of the streets, adults and children ignore him, and the young women deliberately turn their backs when they see him coming...... The movement is over, the revolution is cold, and the deputies are out of time......

You Zhimao got up from under the persimmon tree, held his hands behind his back, slowly walked through the courtyard, entered the opposite wing, and closed the door with a "bang". The night was quieter, You Ximing sighed, turned his face from the window, slipped into the quilt, his eyelids were sleepy, and all the wonderful imagination was only a dream......

There was a sound of soft footsteps under the window, it was late at night, who was moving? You Ximing was completely sleepy, got up, and looked out through the crack in the window.

A hint of misty moonlight, faintly visible, the outline of the persimmon tree and the firewood pile in the small courtyard. A man walked into the courtyard, carrying half a bag of grain on his shoulder, walked lightly to the door of the kiln, put down his bag, leaned against the door frame, turned and walked out again. When he walked through the window, You Ximing recognized that it was You Fulai, the director of the Poverty Association.

"Director of the Association for the Poor, what good deeds you have done! Where has the class stance gone!" You Ximing has already been angry in his heart, what is this You Fulai, who has seized his position as a cadre! When he was fighting against You Zhimao, what strength did he exert to compare with You Ximing? As a result, he took up the position of director of the Association for Poverty. He scolded in his heart: "Strange Dao When the property was confiscated, You Zhimao was divided into a basin and cleaned up, and now he still has something to eat, it turns out that someone secretly gave it away!"

You Ximing gently opened the door, and You Zhimao's heavy snoring came from the opposite side. He walked to the door of the kiln, and there was silence in the kiln, and the good woman and her daughter were dreaming. He tiptoed back into the house, closed the door, and untied it, and there was a note sandwiched between the bright yellow grains of wheat:

"I can't eat your food. ”

"Lose your position!" You Ximing shouted in his heart, "What is your position on the director of the Poor People's Association to return the fruits of victory to the landlord elements? Who do you wear crotch pants with? Who do you sit on the same bench with?"

The grain should be put back in its place and kept on the spot. Immediately call the director of public security and the secretary of the party branch, and look at you, what You Zhimao said? Look at you You Nian, I dare not stare when I see you? See how You Fulai, director of the Poverty Association, step down?

He grabbed his pocket and tried to re-tie it, but the bright yellow grain could not be pulled out of his eye. Why bother? God doesn't know it, ghosts don't know it, isn't it a beautiful thing to pick up seventy or eighty pounds of wheat out of thin air? Fine grain is only enough to grind one set, this winter and next spring, and at the end of the year, how can you stand just drinking bread of grain grits! He lifted his pocket and walked over to the empty cabinet containing the wheat, and the anger in his heart had long since vanished. "You You Fulai can't eat it, but I You Ximing can eat it! Someone comes to deliver it every night, and I can have a good year." ”

Walking to the cabinet, You Ximing hesitated again: If he carried this half bag of wheat to the commune and put it in front of Secretary An, what would he say? You Ximing and You Fulai, who is revolutionary, will not be able to compare and understand? Maybe I will have to give up the position of director of the Association for the Poor! Maybe I will be rewarded, and maybe I will even be famous in the newspapers! How can a fool and a fool covet half a pocket of wheat and miss this good opportunity!

You Ximing made up his mind, re-tied his pockets, suddenly carried it on his shoulders, locked the door reflexively, tore open his stride, walked through the sleeping streets and alleys, left Youjia Village, and stepped on the road to the commune. He walked, especially energetically, in his sleep in the Youjia Village, tomorrow morning, when you rub your eyes and get up, you will hear an explosive news......

"Okay, you put the food here and go back to rest!" Secretary An said calmly after listening to You Ximing's report.

You Ximing's heart was cold. Why wasn't Secretary An surprised? He painstakingly ran from Youjia Village to the commune, and he traveled more than 10 miles in the middle of the night for three watches, without even a word of praise! I caught the class struggle and sent it to you, Secretary An, but you were coldly unhappy! You Ximing was so discouraged! After thinking about it suddenly, he understood that after Secretary An withdrew from Youjia Village, he was left by his superiors in the commune as party secretary, and You Fulai was a cadre arranged by him. Now that You Fulai has surrendered to the landlord You Zhimao, what glory will it have on him? Oh, I see! When he went out, he only thought about it on one side, but he didn't expect that there was a trace of spberry on the other side! He regretted that he should not have lost the grain delivered to his mouth in vain.

"Okay, go back and rest!" Secretary An urged.

"Okay, what should we do about this?" You Ximing was unwilling, "Class struggle, Youjia Village is particularly complicated, I live opposite You Zhimao, which is the front line. Secretary An, I sleep with one eye open!"

"The problem is handled by the organization. "Secretary An is still not interested," I'll tell you later. ”

"I'm going to take part in this fight too!" Mr. You said.

"I'll let you know when you need to attend. ”

You Ximing could hear that Secretary An was tired of him, but he wanted to hurry up and coax him away, but he said more enthusiastically: "I'll wait! When will you notify, when will I come! We will not be sloppy in class struggle!"

You Ximing returned home, waited for a week, and waited for another ten days, seeing that half a month had passed, and there was no notice from Secretary An, no meeting to fight against You Zhimao, and no removal of You Fulai from the post of director of the Poverty Association. He is in a hurry, he is really anxious! He has to ask Secretary An, do you still have to grasp the class struggle every day?

He really went to the commune, walked at the crossroads, met Secretary An, and was riding a car to several brigades on the slope to inspect production!

"Secretary An, how to deal with that case?"

"What case?"

"The case of Yu Fulai delivering grain to the landlords. ”

"That's it...... Not a case. Secretary An said lightly, "I've already dealt with it." ”

"I don't know!"

"Why do you have to know?"

You Ximing was uncomfortable, Secretary An talked to him so ugly. He bit it and asked, "How did you deal with it?"

"Critical education. I talked to Youfulai, and he got to know him. Secretary An said calmly, his tongue turned, but he criticized and educated You Ximing, "Comrade Ximing, you must also pay attention to participating in production and labor!"

"I receive the crowd of visitors, ...... from morning till night"

"If there are fewer people, they will have time to go to the fields and participate in labor. Secretary An said, "We must pay attention to the influence of the masses, I have heard a lot of opinions!"

Listening to Secretary An's affirmative tone and that annoying look, You Ximing didn't want to say anything, turned around and left.

There were fewer visitors, and the lonely days began again.

That morning, he suddenly heard from the semiconductor radio next door that a cultural revolution had begun! His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but pick up his arms and walk with strength. For the time being, he couldn't figure out what to do with this movement? Who is he going to clean up? The cultural revolution is a matter for cultural people, but can it be carried out in the rural areas? He thought that it would be better to carry out it in the countryside when he walked to the intersection in the center of the streets and alleys......

The wheat that You Zhimao had received had already been eaten...... If it's really up this time, who should I eat......

November 1980 at Baqiao