The meandering river flows down from Longquan Mountain, leaving many large and small flat dams around it. The river www.biquge.info pen & fun & pavilion is called Tuojiang River.

The release dam is on the edge of the Tuojiang River. Behind the dam is a hill that stretches for more than ten miles. It was shaped like a dragon, lying on the edge of the river. So the mountain has a name, called Ao Mountain.

At the foot of Ao Mountain is a village, called Fangsheng Village, which was called the Fangsheng Brigade in those days. Hundreds of dilapidated houses are located in a handful of bamboo forests.

Outside the road leading to the county seat is the release pond with willow trees on both sides. It is said that before the Republic of China, the scholars in the city would buy a few fresh fish before the scientific examination every year and release them in this pond to bless the people who were able to win the scientific examination. Hence the name of the release dam.

Just after the "beginning of summer" that year, the dam turned golden, and it was time to harvest the wheat. The loudspeaker hung on the telephone pole in the village, Tianma Ma Liang sang the song "Dongfang Hong", and saw puffs of cooking smoke coming out of the roofs of each house, blending in the dense fog of the early morning, floating above the golden wheat field.

There is a large yellow kudzu tree in the village, and under the lush foliage is a sun-drying dam. On one of the poles hangs a steel pipe, which is used to ring the bell of the worker.

The production captain was a short old man. He has a crooked name, Captain Old Pimple. It looked like a lump of elm trees, and it couldn't be cut if it couldn't be sawed.

The captain of the old pimple held a dry tobacco stick in his hand, walked to the yellow kudzu tree in the dam, picked up an iron rod with the other hand, and then stood on tiptoe and knocked the steel pipe to the "bell" sound.

The bell rang loudly in the morning light. After the old pimple rang the bell, he sat under the tree and smoked a leaf cigarette slowly, and there was an embroidered cigarette pouch hanging from the cigarette stick.

He smoked a cigarette and had a pair of cat eyes as he patrolled the road to see who would come here first today.

The people who heard the bell all ran from their houses to this dam one after another. A few old men walked into the dam and came to the yellow kudzu tree. In addition to the farm tools for harvesting wheat, they also held a cigarette stick and an embroidered tobacco pouch hanging from them.

The old men said hello to each other, sat down next to the captain of the old pimple, took out the wrapped leaf tobacco from the cigarette pouch, and tasted the first bag of dry tobacco after breakfast.

Mangzi was still a stick guy in his twenties at the time. He nibbled on a piece of corn tortilla as he hurried to the dam. "Hehehehe! I'm still behind the old uncles!" said Mangzi as he ran up to the captain of the old pimple and grinned.

He wore a yellow military hat on his head, and it was very fashionable to be able to wear this kind of military hat in those years. Wearing a white-washed green military uniform, and tied to his waist with a belt, he looked like an unlucky veteran.

Mangzi set aside a flat pole that picked wheat, and took out a cigarette stick from his waist, but there was no cigarette pouch on it. The old man's cigarette pouches were all embroidered by the women in his house, and Mangzi did not have a woman, and this cigarette stick was left to him by his father when he was dying.

"Uncle Gou. Your cigarettes smell so good!lend me one to taste!" Mangzi approached the old pimple captain, his black, red, handsome face full of laughter.

The old pimple said fiercely on his face, "Mangwa." Get out of the way for Lao Tzu! If you're young, smoke it! You old man will be pumped to death!"

Mangzi's father died of tuberculosis that year, and he didn't leave him anything, just this cigarette stick with copper at both ends.

"Hey, hey, hey. Uncle Gou. Don't be stingy. Isn't it just a leaf smoke? Still smiling, he went to grab the old pimple's cigarette pouch.

The cigarette pouch embroidered with a lotus flower was snatched in the hand of the mangzi. He quickly took out a leaf cigarette from it, turned around and ran away, came to a pile of old men, squatted and lit the cigarette, and took a big puff.

He never brought his own leaf cigarettes, and when he wanted to smoke them, he quietly took one from the old man's cigarette pouches.

The sound of chirping soon covered the dam, and even the news broadcast on the loudspeaker was drowned out. More than 100 men and women in the team have to gather here every day, and the bookkeeper will take the roll call, and then the captain of the old pimple will arrange the day's work.

The laughter of the women, flirting with each other, filled the little dam.

A ball of fire climbed out from the top of Ao Mountain, and the dam with the morning mist was dyed red.

The clerk was chosen by everyone at a meeting, she was a middle-aged woman, and they all called her Aunt Jin. In the team, she is highly educated and a high school student.

"Everyone, be quiet! Let's start the roll call!" Aunt Jin held the notebook in her hand and shouted one by one according to the names on the notebook. When she was called, she agreed, and she ticked a box in her notebook.

"Chen Damang!" Aunt Jin shouted a little tired, and her voice was a little hoarse.

Mangzi's real name is Chen Damang, and that's because he has grown round and sturdy since he was a child. That's what his dad gave him. He was so likable that the adults called him Mangwa. The young girl called him Brother Mangzi enthusiastically. The dolls were a little naughty, so they simply called him Mangzi.

Chen Damang was joking with a group of guys, and didn't hear Aunt Jin call names. In front of him stood a little man, and everyone called him a little landlord. That's because his old man is a "landlord".

Aunt Jin shouted again, "Mangwa, are you here?" She didn't hear Mangwa's promise, and was about to put a cross on Chen Damang's name, when the Cuihua girl next to her said, "Aunt Jin." Brother Mangwa is here, over there!"

Aunt Jin had already seen it, so she was very unhappy and said, "If you don't agree, you will still be out of work." ”

Cuihua let go of her voice and shouted, "Brother Mangwa." Call you by name!" She is also the only female intellectuals on the team.

Mangzi then threw away the little landlord and ran over, squatted beside Aunt Jin, put the hand holding the cigarette stick on Aunt Jin's shoulder, and looked at the notebook. "Auntie, I'm the first to arrive! Why did you give me a fork?"

The woman felt the male smell of a young man on Mangzi's body, and her heart fluttered, and a flush suddenly appeared on her face.

"Take your hands away!" she whispered, then ticked the back of the man's name. Mangzi smiled and turned to leave.

Cuihua's charming eyes kept staring at Mangwa, but Mangwa walked away without even looking at her, and she was very sad in her heart

Aunt Jin is still taking the roll call. More than 100 people have ordered it, but only the young woman Huang Chunhua has not yet arrived. "Huang Chunhua. Is Huang Chunhua here!" she shouted to the crowd.

"She's always late. Cuihua said beside her. Aunt Jin buried her head, and was about to make a cross behind Huang Chunhua's name, when a woman's voice sounded like thunder outside the dam. "I-come-la!"

Everyone's eyes moved there, and a young woman with a sturdy figure and a very pundious figure ran into the dam.

She was wearing a pink flower shirt with a white background, a long ponytail like a ponytail on her shoulders, and her face was black and red.

Huang Chunhua carried a big red flag in one hand, and on that flag was written a few big golden characters: "Fangshengba Youth Commando". In the other hand, he held a red-skinned notebook. It was a "book of quotations" that she never left her hand.

Mangwa and a group of young people immediately gathered around, and Huang Chunhua had a proud smile on her face and said to everyone, "Brothers and sisters. Our brigade has set up a youth commando!"

Mangzi asked innocently, "Spring flower girl." Do I have it?"

Huang Chunhua looked at him affectionately, "Of course you have that." I was the first to recommend you!"

Mangwa took the flag from her hand, and ran happily on the edge of the dam, and the young men and women chased after him.

"Huang Chunhua. You're late again. Aunt Jin looked up and said to Huang Chunhua.

"I'm on business. It's not too late!" Huang Chunhua shouted.

Aunt Jin also said loudly, "If you don't arrive for the roll call, you will be late!" She turned her head to look at an alarm clock on the ground, and said, "Thirty-two minutes late." Then I wrote it down in my notebook.

"Aunt Kim. Why are you unreasonable? Let me be clear, I'll go to the brigade headquarters to get this red flag! Besides, this alarm clock is just 7:30, and you have given me two more minutes. No, you have to fork it off today!" Huang Chunhua's black peony-like face showed an angry face, she often had to quarrel with Aunt Jin for a long time for a few minutes of being late.

Aunt Jin was also not forgiving, she stood up at once, her hands tightly clenched the notebook, and she was about to quarrel with Huang Chunhua, when the captain of the old pimple shouted under the Huang Ge tree: "Everyone stop talking!

When people began to calm down, Aunt Jin glared at Huang Chunhua and walked to the old pimple.

Mangwa returned the red flag to the black peony, and also walked over to smoke with those old men. Huang Chunhua was still angry in her heart, so she took out her anger with the mangwa. She grabbed the reckless man and scolded loudly: "You're afraid that I will eat you! You are the backbone of the commando team, so you won't help me!"

Mangwa touched her head and smiled innocently, "Isn't it just a few minutes." I can't deduct much of your work!"

Huang Chunhua saw his handsome appearance and toned figure, and the anger in his heart disappeared suddenly. "Come, young people, and hear me say a few words!" she cried out. Regardless of the fact that the captain of the old pimple was speaking, she deliberately wanted to sing against the old pimple.

More than two dozen young peasants gathered around, and the little landlord also walked to Mangzi's side. Huang Chunhua pushed the small landlord and ordered, "You are not good." Stand over there!"

The little landlord looked at everyone with a blank eye, like a beaten dog, and left with his tail between his legs.

Mang Wazi was very angry when he saw it, so he deliberately said, "My ingredients are not good, let's go over there too!" After speaking, Huang Chunhua slapped him on the shoulder and said angrily: "Don't make me angry!"

Mangzi's family is composed of upper middle peasants, but it is only to blame that his grandfather had a few acres of hillside land back then, and they were classified as upper middle peasants in the year of the land reform. But he was the object of solidarity that belonged to the revolutionary ranks. Huang Chunhua knew this very clearly.

The old pimple stood on a big rock under the yellow kudzu tree, which was the podium where he often spoke to everyone. He pulled his throat and said in his customary tone, "The sun is on your ass!" We're still grinding around here, ah. The double grab starts right away! Hurry up, everyone! Strive to be in front of the whole team!Ah--! play a prominent double robbery, ah, a bumper harvest!Ah. ”

Huang Chunhua was on the other side of the dam, giving political lessons to the young farmers. "Chairman Mao said, 'Young intellectuals can make a lot of achievements when they go to the countryside," she read aloud as she opened the book of quotations.

When the old pimple heard it, his hand holding the cigarette stick shook angrily, but he was not angry, people were reading quotations!

"From this day on, ahh The old pimple continued to speak, but his voice was much lower, "If you work hard, you will cut the wheat." Ah, the main laborers, carry the wheat to the dam, and pile it up and dry it. The secondary laborers picked up the wheat that was thrown from the field. Ah, this is called 'pellet return'. Ahh

In fact. The old pimple is superfluous, and the peasants do not know what they should do. In those years, the rural labour force was divided into three classes, and the main labour force was young and middle-aged men. Women and laborers are all women. The second women are the old people and the student dolls.

The old pimple finally said, "Everyone is clear." Then the meeting will be dismissed!" He jumped off the stone, his hand holding the cigarette pouch behind his back, and said to Aunt Jin, the clerk, with an angry face, "I'll go to the brigade headquarters for a meeting." Your team committee, you have to supervise everyone to harvest wheat!"

He didn't wait for Aunt Jin to answer, then turned around to leave, "Oh." That's right. Let's cut the bottom of the dam first!" he added.

Aunt Jin just nodded, she and everyone knew in their hearts that the old pimple was not going to a meeting, but going home to do housework. There were a lot of meetings in those years, but not every day, especially in this 'double rush season'.

Huang Chunhua was still talking to the young people about the role of the commando, and when she saw that the old pimple was leaving, she ran over and asked, "Captain." What are we Young Commandos doing?"

The old pimple didn't stop, burying his head and walking towards the village. "Go and join the main laborers! He snorted and left.

"Attention everyone. The captain has arranged that our youth commandos are rushing to the forefront of the revolutionary ranks, and we will rush there if it is hard!" she said angrily when she returned to everyone.

He beckoned a dozen young men, went to the base of the yellow kudzu tree, and put his jacket and the dry tobacco pipe on the stones under the tree. There were already a dozen dry tobacco sticks of the old men neatly placed there.

Cuihua stood behind the black peony and said with some concern, "Let's all go pick wheat?" She was most afraid of doing manual work, and her weak figure was only suitable for doing secondary labor with those old mothers.

Huang Chunhua turned her head and said very sternly, "You are here to receive re-education, you should exercise it." "Finished. She pulled up her trouser legs to her thighs, revealing her strong and delicate legs, then rolled up her sleeves again, picked up a flat pole, and carried the banner on her shoulder, before she excitedly shouted to the twenty or so young men in front of her: "Commandos, come with me to pick wheat!"

The young girls were reluctant, and some whispered, "She's going to be an activist and pull us all on our backs!" Everyone complained, but they each picked up their flat poles, followed Huang Chunhua lazily, and walked to the wheat field.