Early the next morning, Wang Yunqing and his wife drove straight to the foot of the West Mountain, entered the village, and Wang Yunqing parked the car in front of his villa. Before he got out of the car, he saw the door of his villa open, which had now been turned into the office of the leading group for land reform and the village committee. After Wang Yunqing and his wife got out of the car, they were about to walk to the villa, but two militiamen standing guard with guns stopped them.

"Stop! You can't just mess around here! ”

"Comrade, I'm Wang Yunqing, and this is my home."

A young militiaman quipped: "Oh, so you are the richest landlord in our village!" Blame me for not recognizing it just now! ”

Another older militiaman recognized Wang Yunqing, and he was deeply surprised and said: "We were about to go to the city to arrest you, but we didn't expect you to throw yourself into the net today!" He raised the rifle in his hand and pointed it at Wang Yunqing and his wife, turned back to the courtyard and shouted: "Look and see! I caught the big landlord Wang Yunqing! Several people ran out of the courtyard, and they surrounded Wang Yunqing and his wife.

Wang Yunqing and his wife were not panicked at all when they were surrounded by everyone, they knew that there would be trouble on this trip, but when they were brought into the villa, they couldn't help frowning. I saw that the original exquisite French sofa, coffee table made of fine wood, table, Simmons bed and dresser and other furniture in the villa were piled up in the yard like waste products, leaving them to the wind and sun. Some of the tables and chairs were split into pieces, apparently used for firewood. Wang Yunqing watched his beloved furniture being destroyed like this, and his heart felt as uncomfortable as being cut by a knife, but he didn't speak and just sighed, but the upright Mrs. Wang couldn't help but get angry, she angrily asked the people around her, "Who destroyed our furniture like this?" These are valuable things, and some of them are works of art! You can't use it, but you can't destroy it! ”

"These things are symbols of the decadent and declining life of your landlord class, and we proletariats do not need them! These things must be smashed to the ground along with the old world! The sonorous words just fell. A dignified man in a tunic walked out of the hall of the villa. Behind this man came a person, this man was in his early thirties, thin and dark-faced, he was once Wang Yunqing's tenant, surnamed Gong, known as the third son.

"Little Sanzi, why are you here?" Wang Yunqing recognized the third son.

The man in the tunic said to Wang Yunqing: "Be respectful!" In the future, you are not allowed to call him Xiao Sanzi, he is now the director of the villagers' committee and the leader of the militia. ”

Xiao Sanzi pointed to the man in the tunic and said to Wang Yunqing: "He is the person in charge of the land reform working group, Comrade Meng. We are all under his leadership. ”

This old Meng is nearly fifty years old, and his body is slightly fat. Although his face is kind, he has an awe-inspiring temperament that cannot be offended. He stood on the high steps with his hands crossed and looked at Wang Yunqing and his wife and asked, "You two are the famous big landowners Wang Yunqing and his wife in this village, right?" ”

Wang Yunqing was very uncomfortable with Lao Meng's lofty momentum, but he still replied respectfully: "It is Wang Yunqing down there, and my wife is beside me." ”

Lao Meng said: "It's just in time, we are discussing going into the city to arrest you!" After Lao Meng finished speaking, several militiamen immediately surrounded Wang Yunqing and his wife. ，

Wang Yunqing saw that a few rifles were aimed at him and his wife, so he shouted loudly: "Please be merciful to Comrade Meng's subordinates, we are not against land reform, my land can be distributed to the villagers to plant, I just came to the village to ask, why did you divide my land and real estate without notifying me in advance." I was not consulted either. ”

Mrs. Wang echoed and said: "Comrade, my husband is a democrat who cooperates with the Communist Party, he is very kind to people, and he has always had no grudges with the villagers. This land and property of our family for no reason can be occupied by any reason! ”

"Shut up, y'all! We don't need to negotiate with the overthrown landlords to carry out land reform! The little third son spoke on the side.

"Little Sanzi. Ah, no! It's Director Gong, I don't want my land, my house and all my property, but I want to make it clear to you. Lao Zhang, who was arrested by you, is not my dog, he is a righteous person, I beg you to let him go! You and he are folks in the same village. You should know very well what he is in your heart! ”

The third son spat at Wang Yunqing with disdain, "Phew! Anyone who speaks for the landlords and opposes the land reform is not a good person! He ordered the militiamen: "Now put these two landlords in the nunnery at the west end of the village." Hurry up! ”

"Hey, little third son! How dare you arrest people in broad daylight? I'm going to sue the government! Wang Yunqing was extremely angry, he pointed to the nose of the little third son and asked.

Since Xiao Sanzi became the leader of the village, he has been respected by most of the villagers, especially the rich people and their families, who are respectful and dare not speak out when they see him. When he saw that Wang Yunqing dared to contradict himself, his dark and thin face was so angry that he was deformed, "Wang Yunqing, I'll arrest you!" What's wrong with you? Now we are the world of the proletariat, and I am not afraid of you going anywhere! ”

Lao Meng walked up to Wang Yunqing with his hands behind his back, and he sneered and said, "I warn you, our policy is to impose a revolutionary dictatorship on you landlords!" To dare to resist land reform is to oppose the revolutionary regime! ”

Wang Yunqing said very wrongly: "But I don't object to land reform!" ”

Lao Meng didn't listen to this, he ordered a few militiamen: "Lock up this landlord couple immediately!" ”

At the foot of the hill at the west end of the village is a nunnery, which has long been dilapidated and empty, and which is now a place where the village's landlords, rich peasants, and counter-revolutionary elements are imprisoned. The main hall of the nunnery is the interrogation room, and the east and west side halls are the places where these people are held. When Wang Yunqing and his wife were escorted into the nunnery by several militiamen, the people locked in the house were looking out through the cracks in the windows. Wang Yunqing heard Lao Zhang's shout, so he stopped and looked around. I'm here, host! Lao Zhang stretched out his hand from the window to signal, Wang Yunqing and his wife saw him, Wang Yunqing wanted to go to the window to talk to him, a militiaman stopped him with a gun and scolded: "You dog landlord stop me!" No counter-revolutionary tandem! ”

Because Wang Yunqing and his wife were the largest and richest landowners in the village, and they were from the city, they were kept alone in a house in the backyard of the nunnery, and Wang Yunqing and his wife were pushed and pushed by the militia to the backyard. When it was time to eat at noon, someone handed Wang Yunqing and his wife two nests and two pickles through the window. Wang Yunqing and his wife, who were accustomed to eating fine grains and big fish and meat, didn't feel that the nest was unpalatable, and they were hungry, so they ate it in a big gulp. Dinner was still the same, just an extra bowl of cold water per person.

Wang Yunqing and his wife were ignored on the first day of their detention, and Mrs. Wang had an old problem with stomach pain, and she had stomach problems in the middle of the night because of the inappropriate food. Mrs. Wang held her hands on her aching stomach and couldn't stop humming, at first Wang Yunqing helped her husband and couldn't stop comforting, but then Mrs. Wang couldn't stand the pain, she couldn't stop writhing with sweat on her face. Seeing this, Wang Yunqing was so anxious that he shouted out the window: "My wife is sick, hurry up and find a doctor to save people!" ”

The militia guarding them heard the shouts and looked in through the window and said, "Old fellow, what is the matter with running away?" Stay honest and don't play tricks! ”

Wang Yunqing pleaded with a sad face: "Comrade militia, we don't want to run away. My wife has a stomach problem and she hurts so much. Please find a doctor to see my wife right away!" ”

"If you don't get sick early or late, why do you get sick at this time? No way! You have to endure when you are sick. In the future, no matter how anxious Wang Yunqing begged, the guards ignored it! After staying up until the second half of the night, Mrs. Wang's stomach pain gradually lessened, and the old couple fell asleep against the wall in a daze.

As soon as it was dawn, "Get up!" With a shout from outside, the door opened. Several militiamen came in from outside and pulled Wang Yunqing and his wife, who were awakened, out of the house. They put two papier-mâché top hats on Wang Yunqing and his wife on their heads, Wang Yunqing's hat had the words big landlord written on it, and Mrs. Wang's hat had a few words written on it as a landlord's wife. Then someone stuffed Wang Yunqing with a gong and Mrs. Wang with a broken iron kettle. Wang Yunqing asked strangely: "What are you doing here?" ”

"Parade through the streets!"

"Isn't that insulting to you? Who gave you such power! Wang Yunqing angrily threw the paper hat and gong on the ground and stepped on the paper hat with one kick.

"Drink! It's the first time I've seen this dog landlord like you! A militiaman glared at Wang Yunqing and kicked him in the ass.

"Why do you hit people casually?" Wang Yunqing angrily rushed forward and grabbed the man's sleeve and asked.

"What's wrong with beating you, you landlords' dog lives are worthless, and it's useless to beat you to death!" The man kicked Wang Yunqing again. Wang Yunqing was provoked, and just as he was about to fight back, he was held down tightly by several militiamen and tied him up with a thick hemp rope.

Although Mrs. Wang was not tied up, she was frightened and cried by this situation.

The parade began, and the seven or eight people who were paraded through the street wore paper-paste top hats like circus clowns, and they hung their heads like sugar gourds tied together on a long string. Lao Zhang, a tenant, was at the forefront, carrying a gong in his hand to open the way. Wang Yunqing, who was tied up with all the flowers, walked among these people, and Mrs. Wang was at the end of the line, with tears of humiliation in her eyes, she lowered her head and kept knocking on the broken iron kettle in her hand. Several militiamen armed with guns escorted the landlords, rich peasants and bad elements majestically, and one of them, a young girl with pigtails, held a tin horn and kept shouting revolutionary slogans to defeat the landlords and rich peasants. There were many villagers who spat on these class enemies on both sides of the road, and some naughty children threw stones at them, and Wang Yunqing's hat was knocked to the ground by a flying stone, and a militiaman picked it up and put it on him again. Wang Yunqing personally experienced the taste of everyone shouting and beating rats crossing the street, and he was very helpless, so he could only shake his head and smile bitterly. (To be continued......)