In the early morning of winter, in the extreme south of the mainland, the cold wind is blowing, and the rain is scattered.

Tang Jiu wore a hat, carried a basket along the dirt road in the village, walked and stopped, walked a few steps and stopped to put down the basket, and then used a shovel to shovel the cow dung on the ground into the basket, whether it was dry or wet.

Picking up cow dung to earn work, Tang Jiu, who is nearly forty years old, gets up early every day, rain or shine. If you don't work, you don't have food, and if you don't have food, you will starve.

On January 3, 1981, in the early morning, the rooster crowed several times.

Baixing Agricultural and Sideline Production Brigade in Xicheng District, Lugang City, a large area but loose layout of the earthen house group, the central position is a courtyard with front and back yards sitting north and facing south, covering an area of 10 acres of land, and its backyard is actually a large piece of farmland.

Tang Jiu walked across the courtyard and stopped to take a look, the lock on the pull ring of the courtyard door was open.

"Lao Li's family is back."

Muttering, a gleam flashed in Tang Jiu's eyes, and then he hummed a song and went out of the village to find cow dung.

It must be that Lao Li's family has come back, because no petty thief dares to pick the lock of their house and steal their things.

A drizzle of rain is falling, and the southern-style vaulted houses are twilight in the gray sky. It is the layout of the word "door", the center is the middle hall, the left respects the right and the humility, the bedroom on the left side of the middle hall is the so-called master bedroom, the right side is the second bedroom, and then there are two wings on both sides, and then go to the south, the kitchen, the dining room, the utility room, the grain storage room, there are eight rooms.

This kind of house is also known as eight rooms.

Before liberation, the owner of this courtyard was a landowner.

Li Lu woke up leisurely, and seemed to hear the song in his sleep from a long memory. He reached out to touch his watch in the dark, but he touched a void, so he called for a confidential staff officer, "Xiao Fang? ”

There was no response.

Getting up, Li Lu shouted again, "Xiaofang? Prepare the car, the head of the National Security Council came down to inspect today, I have to go to the grassroots level as soon as possible......"

The word "bureau station" in the back could not be spoken, and Li Lu was stunned.

His first instinct was that he had been taken prisoner.

At this time, the room was very dim, and only the light from the window let him see the environment clearly. A wooden bed, the quilt that has just been lifted off by myself is a badly faded military quilt, but it definitely not looks like the current military quilt.

Looking at the rest of the room, it was empty, with a green linen bag against the wall, a military satchel and a water bottle hanging on the wall, and a new pair of green rubber shoes neatly placed on the edge of the pocket, and a bayonet equipped with a 56-punch, that is, the legendary three-sided military thorn.

With just one glance, Li Lu can be sure that these are the things of the army in the seventies and eighties of the last century. At that time, camouflage had not yet been mass-assembled in the troops.

As the youngest major general intelligence officer in the Chinese Army, Li Lu will definitely not look away.

After settling down, Li Lu suddenly got up and ran out, opened the wooden door of the central hall, and the light from the outside projected in, he slowly turned around, and looked at the statue of Taizu and the statue of the commander-in-chief hanging on the wall in the middle of the empty central hall in a daze.

The portrait of Taizu and the commander-in-chief is still wearing the military uniform of the Red Army.

Li Lu's pupils condensed, and he rushed out of the courtyard with all his might.

At this time, it was about six o'clock in the morning, under the gray sky, the light rain was dripping, and one tile house after another was unevenly distributed. The periphery is dominated by various crops, mainly sugar cane, and there is only a potholed dirt road between it and the village farm.

Beneath the gray tones is a heavy solemnity.

The wall of the tiled house in front of it was painted with a slogan: "All reactionaries are paper tigers!" ”

Subconsciously quickened his pace and walked to the depths of the village, where there were faded red letters on the broken wall in front of him: "Down with US imperialism!" ”

At this time, people woke up, washing, washing, cooking, cooking, occasionally the cry of children could be heard in the distance, and then the shouting that continued to break the quiet of the morning, but there was no one outside.

Passing by a mud house, the owner of the earth house had already gotten up to cook, and the smoke curled from the kitchen chimney, mixed with the rain and fog, and it was difficult to distinguish it. The woman washing vegetables at the well scooped up the vegetables and put them aside, picked up her face and splashed the water on the road outside.

Li Lu looked at the woman in a daze, and then walked away in a daze, but he didn't care that the water mixed with mud splashed his pants. He was in a state of ignorance, unable to recognize people at all.

The woman stared at Li Lu's back and was also stunned. The man who was burning the fire in the kitchen bent down to fetch water, and the woman suddenly came back to her senses and said to her man: "The third child of the old Li family is back!" ”

"Early morning nonsense."

"Really! I see it so clearly! Just passed by the door! ”

The man frowned in amazement: "Li Lu is back?" ”

He quickly wiped his hands and turned around and walked out, saying, "I'll go find the secretary of the brigade." ”

The woman grabbed the man and said, "Don't go, what are you doing, there is no one in his house, that child is quite pitiful." ”

Li Lu's parents, brothers and sisters were all taken to an unknown place for labor reform four years ago, and they have not returned yet.

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I have to tell the secretary about it." ”

With that, he went.

In the house at the three-way intersection in the east of the village, a woman in front of the dilapidated earthen house was busy selling tofu with white flowers. The woman with a peach blossom face has big breasts and hips, and she is wearing floral cotton clothes, which can't hide her proud figure at all.

Seeing someone walking by in the gloom, he looked at it fixedly, but he was also stunned, and his expression was the same.

Li Lu looked at her blankly, and walked home like an automatic navigator.

"He, how did he come back?" The woman selling tofu was stunned to herself, and quietly, she suddenly remembered the scene when she was peeped at by several teenagers many years ago, and her clear eyes seemed to be able to see herself every time, but her face turned red.

Li Luren has already gone away.

All kinds of slogans that are almost invisible to later generations are painted on the walls of the houses, and when I turn around aimlessly, I see the gray and dilapidated village and the slogans of the memory of the times.

"Fewer children and more pigs!"

"Grasp the revolution and promote production."

"Daqing in industry, Dazhai in agriculture, and the national defense army!"

"Let some people get rich first!"

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