The ten senior societies of Pailou Township merged overnight and established the Pailou People's Commune. The original senior society became a brigade, Xu Qihu served as the secretary of the archway brigade, and Wang Huaibing and Gou Xiaofeng also joined the party.

In order to intensify the class struggle, there was a race to follow suit and set up a mass dictatorship command, which was far more deterrent than the judiciary.

Wang Huaibing, commander-in-chief of the "group special command" of the Pailou Brigade, convened a meeting of activists to prepare for the struggle against Jiang Qingyu.

Xu Qihu arrived at the meeting to give instructions, and the murderous emphasis was on highlighting the word "ruthless"! Jiang Qingyu is a living teaching material for the class enemy's delusional restoration, this time we have taken the lead in the whole commune, everyone must break the situation, expose all the bad things that they have seen, heard, doubted, and associated, and will never withdraw until they win a complete victory!

At the meeting, the whistleblowers were implemented one by one, and the order of speeches was arranged. He Shun, the principal of the primary school, and Wang Huaigui, the accountant of the brigade, served as the recorders, the two members of the regiment took the lead in chanting slogans, and the four militiamen were responsible for tying up and guarding them, and everything was fully deployed.

After the meeting ended, Wang Huaibing reported to Xu Qihu: On the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, poor peasants Wang Wude and Jiang Qingyu carried a "thousand feet of soil", and a plane buzzed in the sky. Jiang Qingyu just looked up, stumbled and almost knocked Wang down. Wang Wude scolded and looked at it! Missed your old home?

People have the impression that only Kuomintang planes from wartime have visited here.

Jiang Qingyu's face turned white with fright, and he took out the flat pole that carried the soil to beat him, but he didn't hit him in the air.

Wang Huaibing offered a plan: Brother-in-law, didn't Jiang Qingyu push the matter of the burial deed to his old man? Let's change "I want to be the old man President Jiang" to say it from his mouth, this guy is delusional and can still rely on it?

Xu Qihu punched him in the chest, and even praised the plan! Good strategy! You have to teach Wang Wude, and ask him to make up his words, and don't miss them. It's better to find someone to testify.

Wang Huaibing said: I originally wanted to find circumstantial evidence, but if I think about it inappropriately, it is easy to make flaws when there are many people. It doesn't matter, the tongue crushes people to death! Now our world can still allow Jiang Qingyu to turn the sky upside down? I'll go back and teach Wang Wude, and I'll do it!

You tell Wang Wude that the county will set up another recruitment quota, and even one of them will leave roots for his son. Xu Qihu patted Wang Huaibing's shoulder and boasted: You commander-in-chief is quite smart, and it is strange that Sister Xiaofeng said that you are becoming more and more mature.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the two black hands were clasped together, shaking back and forth with excitement.

These days, the situation outside is like a black cloud pressing down on the city, and Jiang Qingyu is in a panic all day long. Xu Qihu said that he "secretly hid the land deed and wanted to change the sky", and the root was still in the bamboo pole back then, and he refused to spare it this time. Later, when he heard that this incident was reported in the newspaper, Wang Huaibing boasted that he was vigilant and became a celebrity.

"Jiangzhong" organized high school students to go down to the farm to dig deep, Jiang Lesheng went home by the way, and told his father that he saw an article in the county newspaper with "Editor's Note", which contained the delusion of the rich peasant Jiang ** in the Pailou Commune's private possession of the land deed, and attached a physical photo. The classmates guessed that it was his family's business, like a plague god avoiding him. The son was full of doubts and asked what was going on?

Jiang Qingyu wanted to hide this matter. I am worried that my son is still young and can't bear the pressure.

The political atmosphere in the school is getting stronger and stronger, and Jiang Lesheng is extremely sensitive to words such as "class struggle" and "ingredients", and his scalp is tingling and frightened at every mention of it. The young man in the flower season became sad and depressed.

He warned himself that studying well was the only way out, and he did not relax his self-study when he stopped classes for social activities. Zuo Chunrong will not name him at the meeting: "a few people" do not care about politics and are keen to study to the death; Everyone is high-spirited and combative, and "individual people" are old-fashioned; If you want to take the road of white dictatorship, this road is not going to work in our time!

On the report card at the end of the semester in high school, he scored five points in all his homework, except for three points for "ideological character"; Most people conduct the rank "A", but he gets "B". The overall evaluation was: "Study hard and get excellent grades." However, he is not enthusiastic enough to participate in political activities, and he has a tendency to be white-handed. I hope to completely draw a clear line with my family, raise my political and ideological consciousness, and develop in the direction of being popular and authoritarian. "For the first time in 10 years, I didn't win an award.

After receiving the report, he couldn't help but shudder, thinking hard and puzzled: how to completely draw a line with the family?

He asked Zuo Chunrong, the popular class secretary, for advice and asked him for guidance.

On Sunday, there was no one in the dormitory, and Zuo Chunrong lay on the bed reading the just-published "Red Flag Spectrum". After listening to his question, he smiled, and said absentmindedly: You have to learn from Zhang Jiaqing, betray the rich father, and join the revolution...... Of course, I am not encouraging you to run away from home, but mainly to draw a clear line of thought from the point of view.

Jiang Lesheng's face was full of sadness: I just don't know how to draw a clear line from the ideology.

Zuo Chunrong pointed at his temple with his index finger: You must treat your rich peasant father as a class enemy from your mind, bravely expose his illegal words and deeds, and supervise him to accept reform honestly.

Jiang Lesheng still doesn't know the point: He has always been honest, I haven't found any illegal words and deeds in him, what should I do? Zuo Chunrong said angrily: That's because you don't want to draw a line! How can any of the four types of molecules in the world be willing to accept transformation? Otherwise, what to do with the dictatorship of the proletariat? It's not that I'm criticizing you, your political consciousness is too low!

Jiang Lesheng was stunned for a moment. Zuo Chunrong put down the book and asked him, do you still remember the story of the primary school textbook "The Suspect Steals the Axe"? Someone threw an axe and suspected that a neighbor had stolen it. Look at your neighbor's actions like a thief; Later, the axe was found, and the neighbor did not look like a thief. You've always been smart, but why can't you see the truth?

Jiang Lesheng was inspired and asked: "Do you mean that as long as I regard my father as a bad person, I can find out his illegal behavior, and there are bad things to expose?"

Zuo Chunrong assumed the unfathomable posture of a philosopher: political issues are first and foremost a matter of position, and as the saying goes, the butt determines the head. He waved his hand impatiently: Slowly come to your senses, don't delay me from reading.

Jiang Lesheng was finally more confused. My father doesn't steal or touch, he is a hard-working and simple farmer. He is frugal, and would rather break his muscles and bones for me to study, so that I can ignore my conscience and frame him as a thief who steals the axe? ……

When the son asked about the county newspaper, the father told him the ins and outs. I had a premonition that Xu Qihu Wang Huaibing was going to make a dead move, so that his son could understand the truth, and sooner or later his immature shoulders would have to bear the burden.

Jiang Lesheng comforted after hearing this: Father, don't think too seriously about the problem. I don't think it's complicated, people with normal thinking ability can judge: You buried something or you know it, it stands to reason that you put it away early, how could you wait for Wang Xiaosi to dig it up? You didn't bury the thing, and you don't know it, one person breaks the law and one person is responsible, why should you be held accountable? At most, the ring will be confiscated, what else? Staring at his father with a sad and pitiful face, Jiang Lesheng's nose was sour for a while.

The son's analysis is very reasonable, but it can't alleviate the pressure on his father's heart: the dignified county newspaper ignores the facts, looks at the wind and fanned the flames, and sets the tone infinitely, who else does it expect to uphold justice?

Jiang Qingyu couldn't help but worry about his son: his son was too smart, and he analyzed problems quickly and accurately. But seeing that his father was wronged and wronged and he couldn't do anything, he was more sad than being confused and ignorant! He takes care of his son only if he doesn't know about it, this family tries to go back as little as possible, and the father will carry the big things! Father is powerless to bring you happiness, and he can't cause you to add to your pain! ……

The struggle meeting was held as scheduled. Wang Huaibing sat alone on the rostrum, on which there was an enamel tea jar and an iron tin horn with green paint. He looked particularly energetic today: his long, parted hair was greased, his white shirt was open to reveal his slender neck, his right cuff was buttoned, and his left sleeve was rolled up to reveal his shiny watch.

Xu Qihu accompanied Ma Xiangrui, the new secretary of the commune, and the responsible persons of the "group special commands" of the various brigades to sit in the front row of the stage, and the revolutionary masses filled the venue. Six militiamen with red tassel guns swam around the perimeter.

Wang Huaibing raised his wrist to look at his watch, and Xu Qihu nodded to signal the meeting.

Wang Huaibing grabbed the horn and put it on his mouth and solemnly announced: Today's group is dedicated to holding a struggle meeting. First announce the discipline: first, sit in the designated position, and it is forbidden to move around in the venue; second, not to speak without permission; Third, all actions should be commanded, and slogans must be shouted; Fourth, no one is allowed to leave early.

Then read the mobilization order according to the manuscript written by He Shun: Dear Secretary Ma of the Commune, the leaders of the brothers' brigades, the comrades of the poor middle peasant cooperatives, the overthrown exploiting class, the rich and the bad are unwilling to perish, they are still immortal, and they are always delusional about restoration and change, we will never agree! …… Now that the denunciation struggle begins, who speaks?

To carry out a mass movement, we must first move the masses, and this is a very incisive statement. The "mass special point" has really mobilized the masses by holding mobilization meetings and forums and talking to key people individually. As soon as Wang Huaibing's voice fell, a row of fists scrambled to raise, "I'll speak!" "I'll say it first!" There was a wave of anger in the venue.

Wang Xiaosi jumped onto the stage, put the iron horn on his mouth and said loudly: I will expose Jiang Qingyu!

Jiang Qingyu was escorted to the stage by cutting his arms back. Two militiamen pressed his head, bent his waist to 90 degrees, and his body formed the Arabic number "7".

The slogan wasted no time in sounding: Down with Jiang Qingyu, a four-class element! If the bad guy does not surrender, let him perish! Long live the dictatorship of the masses of the proletariat!

Wang Xiaosi asked: On the eighth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, what was dug up at the foot of the wall of your house?

Jiang Qingyu straightened up, and said in a hoarse voice: I buried it when my old man was alive, I don't know.

The audience shouted: Be louder! Be honest!

The venue was empty, and Jiang Qingyu bent over again, and the sound naturally did not spread far. Wang Xiaosi spread his voice to the audience: he is cunning and denial! He didn't know that he said that the dead old man buried it.

Jiang Qingyu raised his head and argued to Wang Xiaosi: I buried it and didn't put it away early, and let you dig it up when you change the wall mud?

Wang Xiaosi was speechless, approached Jiang Qingyu and pressed his head down, and said viciously: Let you deny it!

Wang Huaibing hurriedly relieved him of the siege, held up the ring and a piece of Zou Baba's yellow paper and showed it to the audience: Look, this is the ring dug up, and this is the contract he used to buy the land. He hid these things in a delusional attempt to change the sky!

The slogans exploded again. Xu Qihu was very satisfied with the start of the struggle meeting, and exchanged glances with Wang Huaibing on the stage from time to time, and secretly glanced at the face of Secretary Ma next to him. Ma Xiangrui saw that Jiang Qingyu lowered his head and couldn't speak, so he whispered to Xu Qihu: Tell the host, let Jiang Qingyu stand up and speak, and don't always interrupt him.

Wang Huaibing saw Secretary Ma whispering something to Xu Qihu, and cast a flattering and inquiring look. Xu Qihu motioned for Wang Wude to take the stage.

Early this morning, Wang Huaibing came to Wang Wude's house and taught him how to "transfer flowers and trees" twice. He was flattered by the importance of the cadres. The son Liugen is nineteen years old, and he can really recruit workers to go to the city and no longer suffer, so he can do anything.

Wang Wude calmly came to power. Jiang Qingyu glanced at his generous face, and didn't expect him to join in the fun.

Jiang Qingyu and Wang Wude grew up together since childhood, and the first two farms often changed jobs during the busy season. This guy doesn't have many crooked eyes, but he is a little lazy in his work, and sometimes he doesn't speak in tune. The wife gave birth to five flowers in a row, the eldest daughter is called Chunlan, the following is called Pan Brother, Lai Brother, Zhao Brother, and Lead, and the sixth child "attracted" a younger brother called Liugen. When his son "washed three" (the child was born for three days and took a bath), Jiang Qing gave out five liters of rice to eat and drink, which was heavier than all the courtesies. Toast: Brother, you are loyal and honest and accumulate great virtues, and the Bodhisattva gives you a big fat son. Wang Wude has been moved by this for many years.

At that moment, Wang Wude cleared his throat and asked: Jiang Qingyu, on the seventh day of the seventh month of July, let's carry the soil together, right?

Jiang Qingyu thought about it and said: Yes, what's wrong?

Wang Wude continued to evoke his memories: Flew a plane that day, right? You just looked up and tripped and almost knocked me down?

Jiang Qingyu responded: What is wrong with watching the plane and not delaying the work?

Wang Wude followed the path taught by Wang Huaibing, and suddenly raised his voice and asked: Let me ask you, who is your old family?

At this time, the venue was extremely quiet, and hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring intently, as if watching them perform cross talk. Wang Wude didn't wait for Jiang Qingyu to reply, grabbed the iron horn and put it on his mouth, and shouted loudly to the audience: Jiang Qingyu looked up at the plane and said, "Old Ben, I want to kill you!" "Who do you think his old family is? Taiwan's Jiang bandits gang Jiang Boss!

It is as if a boulder is concentrating on the calm water of the pool. There was a buzz and angry shouting and scolding in the hall.

Wang Huaibing smashed his fist on the stage, the enamel tea jar fell to the ground, and the bones rolled out of the distance. He pointed at Jiang Qingyu and shouted: You always dream that President Jiang will return to the mainland! It is a counter-revolution in the truest sense of the word! What do you say?

Bundle it up! Resolutely suppress the counter-revolution! There was a terrifying wave on the field.

Jiang Qingyu was stunned at first, but then slowly came to his senses and was extremely sad and indignant at Wang Wude's framing. He stared at the blood-red eyes and argued: I didn't say that! I didn't say anything about my old family at all. The old family is what you say! He paused and said hatefully: Brother Wude, be a man with a conscience, and you are not afraid of retribution? For your son's sake, accumulate some virtue!

His self-defense was drowned in raging waves. However, when Wang Wude heard "Jidiande", he froze there like a lightning strike. - He was hit in the dead hole.

Wang Huaibing roared: Now I announce on behalf of the 'group of special fingers' that Jiang Qingyu will be arrested!

Jiang Qingyu was tied up with five flowers, and a small blackboard of "current counter-revolutionary" had been prepared long ago on his chest, and the wire was deeply embedded in his neck. His face was pale, and sweat was dripping from his pale stubble along his collapsed cheeks.

Wang Huaibing designated spokesmen one after another, and according to Xu Qihu's instructions of "seeing, hearing, doubting, and associating", he wantonly bombarded Jiang Qingyu indiscriminately:

Some people exposed him for sabotaging land reform and bribing cadres with jewelry, but fortunately, the cadres of the task force refused to be corrupted and never touched; Some people revealed that he colluded with Lu Scaryan and refused to sell surplus grain; "Lu Scar's eyes are dead, why don't you die?" Some people say that his family bought two fields three years before liberation, and he never hid more than a ring, and he didn't have to worry about finding it when he dug three feet into the ground; Some people also exposed that he had never urinated on cadres and demanded democratic management......

Activist Niu Er revealed: One day it had just rained, and I saw Jiang Qingyu digging the ridge with a shovel. Ask him why he released water to destroy production? Jiang Qingyu quibbled that the ridge was washed away, and he was blocking the gap. still holds grievances and says that you can't do good things, you can't help the child when she falls, and whoever helps is who hits it-you Jiang Qingyu loves the society like home? Ghosts don't believe in it either!

The person who arranged for the speaker to make a statement was revealed. Wang Huaibing saw Xu Qihu's face overjoyed, and Ma Xiangrui wrote something in his notebook.

Wang Huaibing raised his face and asked: Jiang Qingyu, what else do you have to say?

Jiang Qingyu straightened his waist, his lips moved without making a sound. After a while, he said: Although the steel knife is fast, it does not cut off the head of the innocent!

Wang Huaibing was stunned for a moment, and said to the principal of the primary school who recorded: Write this sentence down! It's too arrogant.

Wang Huaibing asked Secretary Ma for instructions. Ma Xiangrui said that the meeting was held by the "group special guidance" of the brigade, and it was better for the leaders of the brigade to speak. Xu Qihu said something like "very good", and once again warned the class enemy that "only rules and regulations are allowed, and it is not allowed to talk and move around." ”

The archway brigade started, and the "group specific fingers" of the major teams followed closely. The people who were pulled out were gathered in the commune's forced labor team, doing hard work such as burying electric poles and repairing culverts, and squeezed a hut to spread on the ground at night. There was an old man in the forced labor team, who coughed and vomited blood all night, and his lungs were perforated when he saw through, and he died in a few days.

Secretary Ma took the lead in setting up a task force to review the people who were found out one by one. "The group specifically refers to" arson must end up somebody, and Wang Huaibing's announcement that "arrest" does not count.

Jiang Qingyu is a typical figure who has been in the newspaper, and Ma Xiangrui is particularly cautious. He carefully studied the ins and outs of the title deed and the eight strange pencil words on the paper, the scene where Wang Wude exposed the "old family", Wang Huaibing and Xu Qihu's double reed performances on and off the stage, and thought of him testifying about the cause of Lu Scar's death back then, and Secretary Ma became more and more aware of it. Individuals would rather take political risks than handle unjust and wrongful cases! criticized Jiang Qingyu's case file: There is no solid evidence, and it is planned not to report the arrest.

Jiang Qingyu was imprisoned for half a year, starved for three meals a day, worked more than 12 hours of intense labor, and suffered severe physical damage. Xu Qihu instructed the guards to "take special care" and arranged for him to sleep next to an old man who was coughing and vomiting blood.

On the eve of the National Day of 58, a number of small factories in the county were launched. Before the recruitment target fell, there were unforeseen circumstances -- Wang Wude's son Liugen participated in militia training, and he threw a bomb in a panic and blew up one foot.

Wang Wude regrets this! In the dead of night, he beat his head and scolded: People are watching the sky, retribution, retribution! I regret that I shouldn't have listened to Wang Huaibing's instigation and slander against Jiang Qingyu, and I have done something bad and now I am being punished!