One night, a few years later, after dinner, the village bell rang. After a while, I heard Yongwa, who was limping away, beating the gong and shouting as she walked: "It's a meeting, and after eating, I'll go to the village for a meeting." Seeing this, the villagers knew what was going on in the village, so they walked to the village one after another.

From afar, I saw a single table in the open space in front of the village department, and the lantern on the table was very bright. "Hey, Du Sensei has spoken, be quiet, let's have a meeting," Fanwa patted the table and said, "Next, I will convey to you the spirit of the commune meeting." This meeting in the commune was held to convey the above documents...... This time, we also have a task in our village, and in just these two days, a person will come to our village for labor reform...... Dignitaries oversee ...... This is the task assigned by the commune, we have to follow the above requirements, do this matter well, and there can be no mistakes...... "The people of the village actually don't understand what is right or wrong, guess what mistake has been made, otherwise, how can it be sent to our village."

Liuwan is only a small village, and there are only two houses in the village department, one is used as an accounting office, and the other is for cadres to hold meetings or something, so there are no extra houses. But when a foreigner comes, he has to arrange a nest. After the cadres discussed left and right, they were ready to arrange to live in Sun Renyi's house. First, because his yard is relatively large and there are many houses, Xixia is idle and no one lives; second, because he is a village cadre, it is convenient to monitor the visitors.

Ten days later, a man in his thirties and forties came to the village, saying that he was a rightist from a cultural center. I heard that the organization asked him to put forward his opinions, but who knew that he had overdone it, and he was criticized as a result. This person's surname is Feng, tall and thin, with a rectangular face, big eyes, a pair of myopic glasses, a light gray uniform, and a polite manner, and the people in the village call him Teacher Feng. As soon as Mr. Feng came, he went to work in the field with everyone. But after all, he is a literate person, rarely does farm work, and in fact he is not good at it. However, the bankers are also very enthusiastic and teach one trick at a time. Some simple farm work, such as tying knots, carrying dung, pulling dung, turning the ground, picking flowers, etc., you don't need to learn more, you can see it. As for the work that requires some skill, such as ploughing and shaking, the people in the village will not embarrass a literate person.

Teacher Feng knew that he was here to accept the transformation, not only with a good attitude, but also proactive, no matter whether he could do it or not, he rushed to do it. It is often blistered hands and feet, and the shoulders are red and swollen. At first, Mr. Feng also paid attention to neat clothes, especially in summer, and washed clothes almost every night, but slowly, after a long time, he was too tired to take care of it so much, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

Zhuanghu people like to watch plays, and when they are happy or happy, they also like to hum a few words. Once, not long after Teacher Feng came, when he was working in the field and resting, Liu Laosan teased Teacher Feng and said, "Hey, Teacher Feng, you are from the Cultural Center, and you can also sing?" Teacher Feng replied shyly: "Hehe, ah, understand a little." "Oh, you can sing?!" said a middle-aged woman in surprise. "A few words. "Then give us a few words, shall we?" So, at the invitation of everyone, Mr. Feng stood up generously and sang a few words.

If you know a little about opera, you will know that Mr. Feng is an expert when you hear it, and he really sings crookedly. From then on, as soon as they had spare time, everyone asked Mr. Feng to sing a piece of music, and they became harmonious with each other. Although Mr. Feng is a "rightist", the people of the village are still very respectful and welcome.

At this time, there were fewer literate people in the village, and there was even less teacher in the primary school. The people in the village are real, and they don't have much political brains, seeing that Mr. Feng is from the cultural center, educated, and good-tempered, he later made his own decision and arranged Mr. Feng to be a teacher in the primary school. Of course, every Sunday or winter and summer vacation, Mr. Feng still has to participate in the labor of the production team.

In winter, the village has to rehearse the play. Teacher Feng was invited to teach the play. Just because he has a special identity and is a "rightist", he can only be an assistant director. However, Mr. Feng doesn't care about the assistant director or director, and still focuses on teaching and rehearsing, so I won't go into details, anyway, it can be seen that the level of the Spring Festival performance has been greatly improved.

The following year, slogans such as "Great Iron Smelting" painted with lime water appeared on the earthen walls of the village. On this day, the Liuwan Brigade held a general meeting of members. Fanwa mobilized and said that two commandos should be organized, one to go to Beishan to participate in the large-scale steelmaking, and the other to go to Yunling to overhaul the reservoir.

This is a fiery year, turning over and liberating the pride of fighting with the sky and the earth burning the hearts of the villagers, and the big guys are enthusiastic to sign up, and even the youngest son of the Wu family, Dowa, also reported, but because it is too small, the village does not go. In order to humbly transform, Mr. Feng naturally signed up, saying that he was going to participate in the great steelmaking.

A few days later, to the sound of gongs and drums, the two commandos set off on foot with their burdens and red flags. Gen'er participated in the steel-making commando, and Yezi, Huan'er, E'er, and Yingzi all participated in the commando team of repairing the reservoir. As for Mr. Feng, considering his physique, the village only agreed with him to repair the reservoir.

Although the people of Zhuanghu did not know what to make steel and iron, they had also seen how to make pots, and even saw the practice of melting molten iron with crucibles in the furnace yard, and also heard the principle of symbiosis between coal and iron. They walked 100 miles, went up to the North Mountain, set up stoves, built shacks, and ate and lived on the construction site. Under the guidance of the technicians, the group went around the coal mine to find iron ore. Whether it is iron-rich ore or iron-poor ore, as long as it is found, the furnace is set up to prop up the crucible to make iron. Red flags are flying, soot is everywhere, and the fire is blazing. Although most of the iron ore is poor, and the temperature of the furnace fire is limited, you can still hear the good news of iron production. The villagers talk and laugh happily, and they can't help but be happy, even if they sleep in the open air, let the rain flow under the bed board, they don't feel how bitter. As for whether the steel made in this way can be used, the bankers don't understand, and no one investigates it deeply.

And what about Yunling? From several neighboring villages, no matter which county, young and middle-aged people have come. Fifteen or sixteen-year-old Ye Zi and the big guy set up a shack together to eat and live on the construction site. The red flag in the east ditch of Yunling is displayed, the crowd is crowded, the number of labor rises and falls, and the slogans such as people will win the day are particularly eye-catching. There are no cars, no tractors, and no excavators, so the villagers pull their shoulders and pick them up, and they rely on the most common tools such as pickaxes, shovels, baskets, flat cars, wooden rammers, and stone rammers, and with a rush of energy, they shovel, pull and ram the soil day and night, and after more than a year of hard work, they have built a thick and solid loess dam in the wide and deep ditch.

At the same time as the reservoir was completed and the water storage was completed, the Zhuanghu people started two major projects, one was to dig a flood channel, and the other was to dig an aqueduct. Yunling is at the northern foot of Jiwang Mountain, the terrain is high, the flood discharge channel is easy to do, in the ditch below the dam, dig a groove along the terrain, let the water discharged from the reservoir flow down the ditch, and flow to the Fen River.

The difficulty in building a reservoir on the Loess Plateau lies in the excavation of the aqueduct. The reservoir is in the semi-ditch of Yunling, and if irrigation is not mentioned, the land that is level with the village cannot be watered at all, which is secondary. The key is the problem of irrigation in other villages. Although the villages below the Yunling Mountains are distributed from high to low, they are not endless plains, ditches and ditches, and the aqueducts have to rely on artificial culverts to cross one by one soil ridges and high cliffs, which is a very big project, and it will definitely not be possible without a few months of hard fighting, so I will not go into detail here.

The water of the reservoir water tank flows down the east ditch of Yunling (here people call the flood discharge tank called the mountain trough), passes through more than ten village ditches, and flows into the Fen River. In the ditch, the adult price stream is murmuring, and the frogs are singing and the moon is lush. The water of the diversion canal passes through the soil ridge and high cliffs, and flows from Yunling to Qingping, Qingxi, and even villages further north, irrigating large areas of farmland in Persimmon Bay. Naturally, that's all for later.

While transforming nature, man is also unconsciously transforming himself. No, after this overhaul of the reservoir, Mr. Feng has completely changed, when he is busy and tired, he doesn't shave or dress properly, and his physique is much stronger, and he has become an authentic farmer.

When the reservoir was repaired, the people who went to Beishan to make steel also returned. Needless to say, the amateur troupe in the village was particularly active this year, and the weather was just cold, so they started rehearsing early. Even the content of steel smelting and reservoir repair was also included in the program. You said, just with a few half-pulled talents in the village, the script is still well written. counted the treasures, three and a half sentences, and even made up eyebrows and pu operas.

Teenage Ye Zi and her classmate E'er also joined the village's amateur troupe. The teacher Feng who was sent down was still in the village, and he didn't leave, so he was naturally the assistant director of the amateur troupe. Teacher Feng is literate, sven, and understands opera, but also modest and humorous, surrounded by little daughters-in-law and big girls at sky-high prices, practicing singing and walking, so enthusiastic. Even late at night, men and women were busy under the lanterns. In the quiet night, the sound of singing, accompaniment, talking, and laughter spread far and wide through the backstage.

But as the days went by, the troupe naturally spread some gossip, what was hand-in-hand, what was patting the legs, what was wrong with the eyes, and some people even gossiped privately about what happened to Teacher Feng. Of course, there are rehearsals in the village every year, and there are also young men and big girls who are really good in the amateur troupe, and those gossip are not aimed at them, but at those who have families. Isn't it just that some people are talking about which brigade cadre goes backstage every night to watch the big girl and little daughter-in-law rehearse, and their eyes are straight when they see it.

Zhuanghu people have always valued family style and cared more about reputation. There are those who do not allow their daughters-in-law to rehearse and have conflicts between the young couple, and there are also those who do not allow their sons-in-law to enter the troupe, and even the husband and wife fight. Anyway, whenever there are these episodes, either the director goes to say peace, or Fanwa wants to do the work.

Ye Zi and E'er are both Xiao Dan of the amateur troupe in the village, and Zhen'er reminds her daughter from time to time, but Ye Zi doesn't take it seriously at all. She thought to herself, the helmet and helmet cans are still touching together, and she is learning to sing, how can she not touch it, anyway, she is not afraid of shadows, so she doesn't care so much. When the performance came during the Chinese New Year, everyone was happy, and it disappeared.

Actually, the village has been talking about Yongwa and Qing'er for a while. Qing'er is the wife of the Bin baby in Nantou Lane, whose name is Wang Huiqing. Since Bin Wa died when the Japanese ransacked Liuwan that year, Qing'er has lived alone with her three daughters. As for Yongwa, he lives on the opposite side of Qing'er's house, and his wife also jumped into the ditch and died in the scourge of the Japanese, so he also lived alone with his two sons. Maybe it's because of the same experience, maybe it's because of the door-to-door, although the two are already sons and daughters, but the village is talking about what they don't know, and there are even more ugly things to hear.