Zhao Daya followed Ma Lao Er into the broken taro cellar, although the broken taro cellar has been some years, but the two-foot-thick earthen wall just poured some uneven soil bubbles from the outside to the rainwater, but for the thick wall, it is only like a little skin, and it can't affect its strength. There are only two very small doors in the taro cellar, which is a passage to store the potatoes in the autumn and to prevent the temperature in the taro cellar from getting too high when the cellar is burned. You can put heat on the outside and cold air on the inside. After the beginning of spring, the production team will raise potato seedlings, and the potatoes that have been cellared for a winter will be sent out from these two small doors.

The taro cellar was dark, but shady.

Ma Lao Er tentatively groped in the dark for a while, but still failed to find out the foreign fire left by Grandma Liu.

However, Zhao Daya took out a box of foreign fire from the strap of his big-waisted pants, and swiped one with a "bang", and with the light of such a foreign fire, he stretched his neck and saw the foreign oil lamp hanging on the wall.

The foreign oil lamp was lit, and the foreign fire also burned Zhao Daya's hand. He threw away the fire, shook his hand a few times, and put the burning finger in his mouth and sucked it a few times.

Grandma Liu didn't have many things left, and the shabby clothes and quilts were cleaned up. At the head of the bed was a broken wooden box, which was broken but still had a lock.

"These things are burned for Grandma Liu, everyone is gone, what are you doing with them?" Zhao Daya looked at these things left by Grandma Liu, sighed and said.

Ma Lao Er didn't answer Zhao Daya's words, he reached out and pulled the lock on the box.

I don't know if the lock is not locked, or it is too old, Ma Lao Er pulled it so much, and he opened it alone.

It may be strange, or it may be that he wants to see what is going on, Ma Lao Er himself doesn't know what's wrong, and he unknowingly opened the broken wooden box.

In the broken wooden box, there are some winter clothes that Grandma Liu has dismantled and washed, these clothes are neatly folded, but the folding method is not quite the same as the way the girls in the village fold their clothes, not the kind of folding method of the girls in the village.

Ma Lao Er looked at the folding method of this kind of clothes, blinked his eyes and frowned, and still couldn't figure out why it was like this.

At the bottom of the box, Ma Lao Er was surprised to find a yellowed notebook, Grandma Liu can still read and write? He couldn't help but ask himself in his heart, he hadn't seen her talk about reading and reading for so many years.

Zhao Daya saw that Grandma Liu still had such a book hidden in the box, and he was almost so shocked that he fell on his head. He looked at Ma Lao Er with his mouth half open.

Ma Lao Er got into the foreign oil lamp and carefully opened the book left by Grandma Liu.

The first page of this book is printed with the portrait of Leader Mao, and under the portrait is a quotation from Leader Mao - "Don't forget the class struggle!"

Although Ma Lao Er can't read and write, he can still understand the words that hang on the wall and shout in his mouth all day long. He turned to the first page with Mao's quotations, and the second page was densely written in pencil. Maybe these words have been written for some years, and many words are not legible. He looked up at the oil lamp hanging on the wall, the fire head of the oil lamp was the size of a soybean, and in this way, there were two lights in the soybean-sized lamp, so that the light emitted by the fire head was even weaker. He put the book in his hand to the lamp, although a lot of words are not too clear, but you can still see the traces of crossing, but it's a pity that I can't recognize the words, what is this densely written, I can only stare at it like this.

"Quick, quick, quick, go find the old accountant Geng Laosan, he will be able to read these words!" Ma Lao Er looked at the old man for a long time with the foreign oil lamp, and the dense words did not even look out of a familiar word, he turned his head to look at Zhao Daya, and immediately remembered the old accountant Geng Laosan, "You go and find the old accountant and let him read what is written here." ”

"The old accountant may not be able to eat accurately, he is just a half bottle of vinegar, can he know so many words after studying in a private school for half a year?" Zhao Daya saw that Ma Lao Er wanted him to find the old accountant, and he was also worried that the old accountant would not be able to read the things in this book.

"Half a bottle of vinegar is half a bottle of vinegar, just read it and touch it. Ma Lao Er urged Zhao Daya, "I guess the old accountant shouldn't be home yet, and when he comes back from Grandma Liu's grave, he has to turn around and enter the house again." You waited for him at the door of his house, and when you saw him, she said that I had something important to look for him. ”

Zhao Daya went out to find the old accountant.

Ma Lao Er then flipped through the book left by Grandma Liu, and wrote a small half of the book in dense words, he couldn't believe that Grandma Liu was so knowledgeable, and he couldn't see that Grandma Liu was so knowledgeable on weekdays, and he went to work and cook like the ladies in the village, and learned people should be different from others? He looked at the book in his hand, and felt more and more that Grandma Liu was not a simple character.

Zhao Daya ran to the old accountant's house when he got out of the taro cellar, and he also knew the rules of the funeral, and the people who came back from the funeral could not go directly to their own homes, they had to go around in circles. It is said that the soul of the dead will follow the mourner back. However, there is an easy way to deal with the soul of the dead, that is, it loves to get lost, so that it can be thrown off by turning a corner, so that the soul of the dead can be prevented from following into the house. If anyone doesn't go around in circles, the soul of the dead will follow straight into the house. After that, the soul of the dead man would come back every now and then for three or two days. A good person like Grandma Liu, her soul is okay if she lives in someone's house for ten or eight years, and she won't harm anything at home. However, it is said that the eyes of children can see the souls of the dead, so in order not to be afraid of the children, it is better not to let the soul of Grandma Liu follow into the house.

The old accountant came back from the graveyard of Grandma Liu, but he did not forget this statement, he went back and forth in the village three times, and turned ninety-nine eighty-one turns, and then kept looking back and going home, that's it, he still kept looking back at the back of his buttocks, worried that Grandma Liu's soul was still following him. When he walked not far from the yard of his house, he saw Zhao Daya standing at the door of his yard, and felt awkward in his heart, this Zhao Daya did not go back to his own house, but ran to the gate of someone else's yard. Also, his house burned to the point that only the wall remained, and there was no way to go back. Thinking of this, his heart was a little more steady.

Zhao Da toothed and wide-eyed, he saw the awkwardness in the old accountant's heart from a distance, walked over to the old accountant, and said as if the old accountant was reassured: "Old accountant, you have a dog at home, and the soul of the dead is afraid of dogs!"

The old accountant reminded Zhao Daya, patted his head, and said as if his intestines were repentant: "Why did I forget this stubble, and I had to go around the village in these three big circles around these ninety-nine eighty-one turns." ”

"Let's go, don't go into the yard, Captain Ma still has something to do with you. Zhao Daya saw that the old accountant's awkwardness was gone, and his heart was more steady.

"What's the matter?" As soon as the old accountant heard that Ma Lao Er was looking for him, he couldn't help but ask Zhao Daya, he was still thinking about whether Ma Lao Er was looking for himself to calculate how much money the public spent on this funeral for Lao Liu's grandmother. This public money is also the blood and sweat of the old and young masters, on weekdays, Ma Lao Er always likes to nagged that he will not spend what he can not spend, and he will save what he can save.

"Captain Ma asked you to look at a notebook. Zhao Daya said, "Captain Ma and I don't know how to read, and none of us can recognize what is densely written in that book." ”

"What's the book?" the old accountant was shocked.

"Old Grandma Liu stayed. ”

"Old Grandma Liu, can she read and hyphenate words?" the old accountant widened his eyes in shock, his neck stretched and shrunk, and he stood down.

"I guess so! or some, I'll have that book. Zhao Daya nodded.

The old accountant beat his chest, and then he raised his steps again and followed Zhao Daya towards the taro cellar.

Ma Lao Er looked at the foreign oil lamp for a long time, the dense words shook back and forth in the book as if they would move, he rubbed his eyes, the words did not move, the fire of the foreign oil lamp was too small, and his eyes were too spent. He suddenly didn't understand even more, how did Grandma Liu write these words in this book with such a small lamp? Is it true that Grandma Liu, as the legend goes, said that a learned person can write neat words in the dark? It seems that she has been wronged by letting Grandma Liu follow the male and female laborers in the village to work and finish work all these years! What kind of identity will this old Grandma Liu be, why has she not been seen leaking out for so many years, and can she read and hyphenate?

"Captain Ma, the old accountant is here!"

Ma Lao Er was thinking about what Grandma Liu would be, and he heard Zhao Daya shouting from afar. If it weren't for his illiterateness, he would have worked with the leadership of the production team to recommend him to the commune propaganda team to run his voice.

"Captain Ma, what's the book?" The old accountant followed Zhao Daya to the door of the taro cellar, and before anyone came in, he asked anxiously, "Is there anything important to write?"

"It's like asking in vain, if I can know what is written, where will I ask Big Tooth to call you over. Ma Lao Er left the foreign oil lamp and said to the old accountant and Zhao Daya who were about to enter the door, "Don't come in, it's too dark inside to see clearly, let's look outside." ”

The old accountant and Zhao Daya turned around and took a few steps back.

Ma Lao Er walked out of the taro cellar with the book and handed it to the old accountant.

The old accountant took the notebook, stretched out his arm and took the notebook far away from his eyes, and then squinted his eyes to look at the words written on the notebook, and after looking at it for a long time, he was stunned without squeaking.

Zhao Daya stretched his neck and approached, and the old accountant also looked at the book.

"What are you looking at, you don't know it, let the old accountant read it." Ma Lao Er pulled Zhao Daya's shoulder and said.

Zhao Daya retracted his stretched neck, turned his head to stare at the old accountant, and said, "Old accountant, read it." ”

The old accountant cleared his throat, still squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the book in his hand, and said, "I can't get this word for sure, you two don't laugh at me, I started to read it." ”

"What's the joke, you're much better than the two of us, I don't know a word with Captain Ma. Zhao Daya said.

"I read it, 'dear ear', no, it's Geng, there's still a fire on the ear side, I can't see it for sure. The old accountant embarrassedly freed up a hand and scratched his head.

"Ears are ears, Geng is Geng, and then read. Zhao Daya urged.

"I can't even see my last name. The old accountant took the hand off his head, held the notebook and said, "I wonder if this Geng is the man of Grandma Liu." ”

"I think so. Ma Lao Er blinked, looked at the old accountant and said.

"Then I said, 'Dear Geng, are you all right in Heaven?'. The old accountant was startled and stopped, "Heaven, Heaven, so Grandma Liu's man is long gone." ”

"What?" Zhao Daya's eyes almost popped out.

"Let's read it, Grandma Liu is also a hard-working woman. Ma Lao Er said bitterly.

"I read it, 'They criticize you and fight you, I know very well that your body can't withstand their torture, but I can't save you!'" The old accountant read word by word like a broken bean, and after reading this sentence, he frowned and turned his face to look at Ma Lao Er and said, "What mistake did this old Grandma Liu's man make?"

"Just go on, and you'll know when you're done. Ma Lao Er also had a big pimple in his heart.

"The old accountant is reading such a method, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it tomorrow. Zhao Daya scratched his head.

The old accountant didn't care about Zhao Daya's statement, cleared his throat again, and then read down: "Finally, you still can't support it, why did you hang yourself? Don't you believe that sooner or later, history will give you justice, and society will give you an explanation? Do you know how I felt when I heard the news of your suicide? I want to go with you! But there are still our children in my belly!"

"What is history?" Zhao Daya interrupted the old accountant and asked with a wink.

"History...... History...... History is the time and events of the past. The old accountant pondered and replied to Zhao Daya.

"So, yesterday is history?" Zhao Daya stared at the old accountant as if he understood.

"It's history. "The old accountant couldn't be sure.

"How can the time and things that have passed be fair, all in the past?" Zhao Daya asked the old accountant like a curious child.

"I don't understand, Grandma Liu's knowledge is too big. The old accountant asked Zhao Daya so much that even he was confused.

"Don't interject, let the old accountant continue reading. Ma Lao Er glanced at Zhao Daya.

"Then I thought, 'When you leave, you think you're clean, but have you thought about what I'm going to do with my children and me?' when you're gone, but they don't want to give up, saying that they want to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, and they can't let the spy cubs suffer in the future. Hearing this, I ran out of our house overnight, out of the city where we lived. I want to keep our children!'. When the old accountant read this, he couldn't help but be shocked and couldn't close his mouth, he was stunned for a long time before he woke up, and said worriedly, "It turns out that Grandma Liu's man is a spy!"

Zhao Daya shuddered.

"Don't worry, let's read on. Regardless of whether Grandma Liu's man is a spy or not, everyone is dead, and now that Grandma Liu is gone, what else can happen? The pimple in Ma Laoer's heart became tighter and tighter.

"I went on to say, 'Dear Geng, I don't know where to go when I get out of the city where we live, and I'm all around me trying to find out the counter-revolutionary. Although we are not spies or counter-revolutionaries, no one can prove it to us. In the fourth and seventh years, the party group sent you to go undercover for the naval command, and I was assigned to the liberated area. Soon after you left, the party group that assigned you was sabotaged by the military commander's agents, and none of the party group members survived, and I have been worried about your safety ever since. Because all the documents of that party group were searched by the military commanders. At the end of '47, your only upline message was that your file was in his hands, in order to ensure your safety in the military command. When I got the news, I felt a little breath in my heart, but I never thought that seeing that the whole country was about to be liberated, your upline, the only upline, the only upline that can prove your identity has been sacrificed. His sacrifice, along with your file, was sacrificed. Since then, no one has known that you are an undercover CCP agent. ’。 When the old accountant read this, he was shocked again, "Old Grandma Liu's man is our agent?"

The pimple in Ma Laoer's heart suddenly loosened.

"That's still a big hero!" Zhao Daya shouted with his eyes glared again.

"I just wondered if Grandma Liu was not a bad person. The old accountant sighed very unjustly for Grandma Liu, he glanced at Ma Lao Er, and said, "I went on, 'I escaped from the city where we lived, and traveled at night, and I can't remember how many days I walked, and came to a very remote mountain village, the old eagle's nest. When I entered the village of the old eagle's nest, I was about to give birth. The old accountant paused and glanced at Ma Lao Er, "I wrote about our old eagle's nest." ”

"What do you mean by giving birth?" Zhao Daya asked again scratching his scalp in confusion.

"Giving birth?" the old accountant was also confused, and said, "What does it mean to go down and come out with a thought?" ”

"Then read on. Zhao Daya urged the old accountant.

The old accountant coughed, looked at the notebook in his hand and pondered, "Before giving birth is to give birth, look, it is written here." Unexpectedly, our second child died after birth. The eldest son was gone on the battlefield, and the second child was gone before he saw the sun. I really didn't want to live anymore, I didn't even have a loved one in this world.' ”

"It's really strange for this learned person, giving birth to a child is not called giving birth, what is it called giving birth, I don't know if I think it's raining heavily and take a basin and put it outside to drench it. Zhao Daya scratched his scalp and couldn't figure it out.

"Geng Laosan, we have to think about erecting a monument to Grandma Liu!" Ma Lao Er pondered, but his tone was very sure, "No matter what people outside think, in our old eagle's nest, she is a hero's wife!"

The old accountant didn't answer Ma Lao Er's words immediately, he pondered for a while, nodded to Ma Lao Er, and said: "When the grave is completed in three days, we will erect a monument to Lao Liu's grandmother! No matter what you say, our old eagle's nest has finally come up with a hero's wife." ”

"Grandma Liu is also a hero!" Zhao Daya disagreed and only said that Grandma Liu was the wife of a hero, "She wrote it clearly, the man went undercover, and she arranged for her to go to the liberated area, isn't that a hero?"

"Daya's words are reasonable!" Ma Lao Er immediately agreed with Zhao Daya's words.

"Let's read on, and we've already written about our old eagle's nest. During the confinement period in the village of Lao Ouwo, I deeply felt that the parents and villagers in Lao Ouwo were so kind, although their days were very tight and hard, they still took out the best food in the house to help me get through the confinement. The confinement passed, and I also fell in love with these kind folks. I slowly dispelled the thought of death, and another belief rose in my heart, I have to live, I have to wait for history to give you justice. For the sake of unnecessary trouble, I deceived these kind folks in the old eagle's nest, and I went incognito. But my love for these folks in the old eagle's nest is not half false, I am grateful to them and love them. ’。 Thinking of this, the old accountant stopped, he turned his head away from Ma Lao Er and Zhao Daya, he didn't expect that he wanted to cry.

"Geng Laosan, no matter whether the old and young masters in the village agree or not, we have set up this monument for Grandma Liu. If the old and young masters in the village don't agree, let's erect this monument together, and if you don't agree, I'll erect it for her myself. Ma Lao Er said with a sour nose.

"There is such a hero in the village, who doesn't agree!" Zhao Daya's big voice asked Ma Lao Er as if he was angry, he didn't have the courage to do so on weekdays.