In 1958, the "heat wave" was surging in the land of China.

Break the mold and drum up energy. Compete to release satellites. I'm not afraid that I can't do it, I'm just afraid that I can't think of it How bold and productive people are. A new folk song that swallows mountains and rivers appears in the elementary Chinese textbook: there is no Jade Emperor in the sky, and there is no Dragon King on the earth. I am the Jade Emperor, and I am the Dragon King. Drink to order the three mountains and five mountains to open the way, I'm here!

One day in early June, Pailou Township held a meeting of the third-level cadres of the township community, and Secretary Lu conveyed the spirit of the enlarged meeting of the county party committee: emergency mobilization set off a new ** - the whole people make steel to ensure that the steel marshal is promoted! Henan gave birth to the first people's commune, the first people's commune and the second public, workers, peasants, soldiers, students and businessmen......

Secretary Lu suddenly raised his voice: Report a great news to the comrades: ** has arrived in Dongwan County, which is twenty kilometers away from us! There is a collectivization of all the people, militarization of the whole people, and no money is needed for dining in the dining hall! The county party committee visit and study group has gone north to learn from the experience, and Jiang'an will also achieve ** in three days!

I don't know who invented it and where it started, but the mud walls of the old house and the "thousand-foot soil" on the ground have become good fertilizers. A campaign to smash walls and dig up the ground to accumulate fertilizer swept the countryside of Jiang'an.

What fertility does the soil have? It's just a blind command with a pat on the head. Farmers are miserable: utensils and sundries are moved out and moved in, old walls are torn down and new walls are built, and thefts occur from time to time; On rainy days, the house was muddy inside and outside, and there was no place to stay.

Under the order of the superiors, you have to do it if you want to do it or not. First take the rich ingredients of the land to open the knife, and toss a chicken and dog restlessly.

On this day, the wall of Jiang Qingyu's house was demolished. The four of them kept calling for a while, moving the old bed with a broken leg out, Jiang Qingyu ran before and after running to say hello: The tenon of the bed is rotten, please lift it slowly, and there is nowhere to sleep if it is broken.

There was a loud "boom", and the east gable was knocked down, raising a puff of white smoke. The little piglet was frightened and rushed out of the pigsty fence, Jiang's wife chased after her little feet, and the piglet was gone, and people tripped over the field stalks, bursting into a burst of gloating laughter.

Wang Xiaosi, the militiaman who cleaned up the foot of the wall, Wang Huaibing's uncle and brother, held a brown glass bottle and exclaimed: Come and see, I dug up a vial!

People gathered around and grabbed it to see what was going on. Wang Xiaosi was afraid of being robbed, so he put the vial in his pocket and covered it with his hands. And they urged him to take it out and see what was in it.

When Jiang Qingyu heard that something had been dug up, he thought it was a prank, but later saw a group of people surrounding Wang Xiaosi and scrambling, and he couldn't help but get nervous. Stretched out his hand and said to Xiao Si: Give it back to me, my things.

Wang Xiaosi ran away as soon as he ran, shouting as he ran: I'll hand it over to the captain!

Everyone gathered around and asked Jiang Qingyu, what is it? Jiang Qingyu said he didn't know either.

Jiang Qingyu suddenly woke up: It turned out that his father wanted the old man to live in the east room, didn't he bury something at the foot of the wall? I've never heard of it! If it is true, my father should have an explanation for burying it. Oh! By the way, the old man died suddenly before he had time to speak. He was so anxious that he pulled out his legs to chase Wang Xiaosi, shouting while chasing: Give it back to me!

Wang Xiaosi has run ten meters away. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Qingyu chasing after him, and sped up and rushed to the production team's drying field. Seeing Wang Huaibing, he was out of breath: Captain, look, I'm at Jiang Qingyu's house, dig out something!

Wang Huaibing took the glass bottle and took a photo in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be something in it. Shake your ears and hear the metal crashing. Jiang Qingyu arrived panting and said to Captain Wang, Xiaosi picked up my things, give them back to me.

Wang Huaibing raised his face and asked: How do you bury your things underground? What's in here?

Jiang Qingyu's face was covered with sweat. He replied with a stammering mouth: Captain Wang, the thing was buried by my old man, I don't know what it is, you can return it to me. His eyes were filled with terror and anxiety, like a slave who has done something wrong and begged for forgiveness.

Wang Huaibing sneered: Give it back to you? It's not that easy. ”

Watch the lively crowd gather around. Wang Huaibing wiped away the dirt on the outside of the vial, unscrewed the rusty cap, and used his fingers to pick out a yellowed ball of paper. The crowd held their breath and watched his every move, as if waiting for the magician to reveal the final results.

A red paper bag is wrapped in a white paper ball, and the red paper is peeled back to reveal a rusty ring. The crowd screamed in unison. Jiang Qingyu hesitated for a moment, and suddenly grabbed the ring and paper, and rushed out of the circle through the crowd.

Wang Huaibing shouted: You are dead! Jiang Qingyu ran desperately.

Wang Huaibing shouted angrily and took it down for me! Several militiamen rushed up in response and threw Jiang Qingyu to the ground.

Wang Huaibing cut his arms behind his back and broke his hands to retrieve the ring. Someone had already handed over the hemp rope, and Wang Huaibing wrapped it three times and two times, and it was sturdy and tied up.

Jiang Qingyu was picked up from the ground and pestled in the center of the crowd. He snorted and gasped, his eyes were blood-red with tears, and dust and sweat smeared his face left and right. The lips were broken, and blood oozed out and hung on the chin. He raised his head and shouted, "Why do you bind me to my things?"

Jiang Qingyu was taken to the brigade office. When Xu Qihu saw his old enemy who was tied up like a zongzi, he was so happy that he was going to die.

This small brown glass bottle was indeed buried by Jiang Wangfa nine years ago.

On the eve of the land reform, Wangfa borrowed money to buy six acres of land from the Zhou family, and asked Mr. Private School to witness the writing of a contract, wrapped it in oiled paper and hid it under the eaves. Xu Qihu took the opportunity to knock on his bamboo pole, and the more the old man thought about it, the more angry he became, and he hated Zhou Monkey! Your "second-rate son" listens to the radio and knows that the sky is going to change, and it is really harmful to sell Tian Cheap to me! Lao Wangfa took out the oiled paper bag and wrote "The Zhou family harms people" on the contract paper with a pencil, intending to remind his children and grandchildren to remember this painful lesson.

He regretted that he was uneducated, and he suffered a big loss by patronizing farming without asking about state affairs, and vowed to let his grandson Lesheng read more books. The ring in the oil-paper bag is an heirloom left by my grandfather, how can I give it to him with the surname Xu? He tore off the lintel and wrote the words "Happy Student Goes to School" - the heirloom is only used for his grandson to study!

Wangfa found an empty medicine bottle, stuffed the ring in his wallet and wrapped it in a contract paper, and buried it at the foot of the wall next to the bed, which was safer than the rafter crack under the eaves. Unexpectedly, this busy work that condensed his unforgettable remorse and unswerving expectation to death brought disaster to his son Jiang Qingyu nine years later!

Xu Qihu pinched the ring and recalled the past with resentment! The flame of revenge rises in the chest. He stared at Jiang Qingyu with awl-like eyes, and said in a mocking tone: How can you have a real gold ring in your house?

At this point, Jiang Qingyu calmed down and argued: What was dug from my house should belong to me. I haven't seen this little bottle, it must have been buried by my old man.

You haven't seen it? What is written on this happy money? ――Lesheng goes to school? Xu Qihu realized, Yin Yang said strangely: No wonder, the ring is reserved for your son to go to school, of course he is reluctant to give it away. He slapped the table, bit his lower lip with his upper teeth and scolded angrily: Stop dreaming! All stolen goods will be confiscated!

After fiddling with the ring, Xu Qihu continued to study the yellowed white paper. It is a contract with three mudras, which have been turned black and red due to age.

The contract is written with a brush, confirming that 72 pieces of Yinyang bought six acres of land, and the boundary of the land is marked, and there is no evidence to keep this photo. Sellers, buyers, and witnesses draw crosses and fingerprints.

In the lower corner of the contract, there are four words written in pencil "Zhou family harms", and the handwriting is blurred.

Xu Qihu was taken aback and shouted, "Okay!" Change the account! "Doesn't the private title deed want to change the sky? Jiang Qingyu, Jiang Qingyu, this time you are dead!

Xu Qihu sneered and held up the "incriminating evidence" in front of Jiang Qingyu's eyes. The muscles on Jiang Qingyu's face were twitching, and the sweat stains dried into salt frost. He lifted his shoulders and rubbed the corners of his forehead so that his sweaty and tear-stained eyes could see clearly. He carefully identified the yellowed paper as the contract written by the purchase of the field, and his head exploded with a "buzz", and he was extremely resentful of his father for keeping this waste paper, and he wanted to swallow it in one bite. He silently said in his heart: Daddy, you have made your son miserable, and now I can't explain it clearly when I am full of mouths!

Xu Qihu pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, spitting out a smoke ring and asking in a strange tone: Dumb? Why don't you speak? Wang Huaibing helped on the side: Admit it! How long do you want to keep your title deeds? Wait for Chiang to come back and restore when he should die? At first, he was just staring at the ring, not thinking that the yellowed paper was more important.

Inadvertently, Jiang Qingyu saw that there were four crooked pencil words in the lower corner of the contract, "The Zhou family harms people", which was his father's handwriting! What is the purpose of these words? He stared at it and suddenly realized: it was a reprimand for the Zhou family's unkindness and injustice, and told his children and grandchildren not to forget the wrong lesson of buying land, and it was by no means a trick to change the sky. He felt a little lighter at the thought of this.

This "organ" must not be broken at this moment! Otherwise, it is tantamount to reminding the opponent to destroy the words and destroy the traces, which is even more difficult to argue. So he deduced that everything was his father's business and had nothing to do with him.

After tossing for more than two hours, the condition for loosening the tie was to write a confession. Jiang Qingyu suddenly remembered that he had been deceived back then, wrote a review and admitted the lesson of being a friend for gift-giving, pushed away the pen and paper handed by Wang Huaibing and said: It's none of my business, I won't write it. Have the ability to pull the old man out of the coffin and tell him to write!

Wang Huaibing jumped three feet: Damn! What's that? As soon as you promised, untie the rope and change the hexagram!

After a stalemate, Jiang Qingyu wrote a statement of the situation: In the morning, Wang Xiaosi dug out a ring at the foot of the wall where my father's father used to live, and there was a contract to buy Zhou Houzhitian. I didn't know that my father buried it.

This explanation of refusing to admit guilt and not even having the slightest intention of reviewing made Wang Huaibing furious. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the hemp rope to re-tie Jiang Qingyu. Jiang Qingyu put his hand behind the back: Tie it, whatever! I'll give you a bunch of pieces! Xu Qihu made a look, and Wang Huaibing threw down the hemp rope and gave up.

There is a lesson from forcing Lu Scaryan to death at the beginning, and he also has scruples about the newly appointed secretary of the township party committee, Ma Xiangrui, and Xu Qihu's evil spirit has been reined in. He sneered and said: If you don't admit your guilt, it means that you are stubborn, and the evidence of guilt is here, and you can't escape!