After 20 years, Chen Zikun returned to Gongjiazhuang, and the scenery was not much different from that of the 40s, except that the mud walls of the village were painted with slogans, "The people's commune canteen is good!" "How quickly and well to build socialism!" ”

When I walked to the entrance of the village, I didn't see a human figure, I didn't hear a dog barking, and the whole village was as silent as a ghost domain, until I walked into the village, I saw some skinny old people sitting against the wall, and when I saw strangers entering the village, I looked up weakly, and I didn't say hello, and continued to bask in the sun with dull eyes.

The secretary stepped forward and asked, "Old man, where is your production captain?" ”

The old man pretended to be deaf and dumb, waving his hand and not answering.

The secretary said: "Old man, we were sent by our superiors to investigate, what about the captain of your village?" ”

The old man looked frightened and got up to leave.

Chen Zikun still has a way, stepped forward and said: "Brother, I'm Chen Zikun." ”

The old man slowly opened his dim eyes, looked at Chen Zikun carefully, and his lips trembled: "Are you Chen Dashuai?" ”

Chen Zikun took out the small cigarette pouch on his waist and said, "This was given to me by Lao Deshun, do you always remember?" ”

The old man obviously recognized this cigarette pouch, he looked at Chen Zikun again, his tall body, his waist was straight, wasn't it the majestic Chen Zikun Chen Dashuai who killed all directions back then, they all said that he entered the central government as a big official, it turned out that he still remembered our poor relatives in the countryside.

"Folks, Chen Dashuai is back!" The old man threw away his crutches and stood up, shouting at the top of his voice.

The villagers slowly came out of their houses, one by one in ragged clothes, with vegetables on their faces, looking at the four strangers suspiciously, a middle-aged man in an old military uniform came from a distance, carrying a hoe on his shoulder, walked up to Chen Zikun and others: "Are you from the county?" ”

The secretary said, "No, we are from the central government. ”

The villagers were in an uproar.

The old man from before said: "Dapeng, this is Chen Dashuai, Commander-in-Chief Chen, and Governor Chen!" ”

The middle-aged man was stunned and said, "You are really Governor Chen!" Folks, Governor Chen has come to see you! ”

The people became excited, Chen Zikun's name was still very loud in the countryside, especially in the 40s, when he fought against Japan in Nantai County, the headquarters was located in Gongjiazhuang, and many people knew him.

"Chief, my name is Gong Dapeng, I was the captain of the Gongjiazhuang brigade before, and now I am nothing." The middle-aged man introduced himself.

Chen Zikun shook hands with him: "Hello, Comrade Gong Dapeng. ”

The secretary said, "What about the cadres of your brigade?" ”

The villagers gossiped: "There are no cadres in my village, and the officials of Dapeng have asked the commune to withdraw." ”

Someone else said: "The commune is foolish, and all day long down to search for grain, forcing the farmers to death." ”

"The commune cadres and militia captains eat and drink spicy food, and they don't care if we live or die. 、”

Listening to these complaints, Chen Zikun said: "I came this time, I was entrusted by Chairman Mao and Chairman Liu to investigate the disaster situation on the spot. ”

The people were excited, and they were all talking.

"Quiet!" Gong Dapeng raised his arms and shouted, and everyone immediately stopped talking.

Chen Zikun said in his heart, this Gong Dapeng is quite prestigious.

Gong Dapeng said: "Chief, let's sit down and talk." He turned his face and greeted: "Erkui, liberate, set the table and cook tea." ”

sat under the big locust tree at the head of the village, with a clay teapot on the table, Gong Dapeng took out a five-cent box of cigarettes and asked Chen Zikun to smoke.

Chen Zikun lit up the cigarette pouch in his hand: "I'll smoke this." ”

Gong Dapeng's eyes lit up: "This is my grandfather's cigarette pouch." ”

"Oh? Are you the grandson of the old Deshun family? ”

"Yes, I am from the third room, ranked fifth, and I am only ten years old after the 38th Anti-Japanese War."

"It turned out to be the grandson of the deceased, and the young man has a future." Chen Zikun said with a smile, and this relationship immediately shortened the distance between each other.

Gong Dapeng said: "What's the point, the captain's position has been removed, saying that I made a mistake in the route, and I will be sent to the county public security bureau." ”

"Tell me, what mistake did you make?"

"I didn't falsely report the output, so that the commune secretary lost his face, and he also secretly hid rations, cleared the wilderness, and resisted the commune's grain requisition, these are all crimes, but I have a clear conscience, and we have the fewest dead people in the eighteen production brigades of Kushuijing."

Chen Zikun nodded: "With the people in your heart, you are a good official." ”

Gong Dapeng said: "But they said that if I don't keep in line with the central government, I'm one step away from ***." ”

Chen Zikun said angrily: "It's just playing the piano indiscriminately, and the person who said this is going against the spirit of the Central Committee and discrediting the party!" ”

The crowd below whispered for a while, and they all showed happy expressions.

Chen Zikun said: "I came to listen to the truth, don't talk about those false and empty tricks, you can say any difficulties, grievances, opinions and suggestions, I will definitely reflect it to the central government." ”

The nest was immediately blown up below, but fortunately, Gong Dapeng maintained order: "Don't mess up, folks, come one by one." ”

The villagers complained one by one in order of age, Chen Zikun asked the secretary to make a note, listened carefully by himself, and sometimes interrupted to ask one or two questions, and slowly time passed, and it was already dusk.

The secretary said, "Do you want to go back to the county first?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "I'll stay here tonight." At this moment, his mood is extremely heavy, the peasants are no more than the towns, there is no food plan, there are more people starving to death, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the problem of the grassroots cadres' rough style and forcing people to death is also very serious, and it has reached the time when it is urgent not to solve it.

Gong Dapeng said excitedly: "Great, third aunt, second sister-in-law, take out the noodles we have hidden and give them to the chief to eat." ”

Suddenly, a queen ran out of breath and said, "Oh no, someone from the commune has come."

Gong Dapeng stood up suddenly: "Hide the grain!" ”

Chen Zikun said: "Slow, don't move, I want to see if the people of the commune are more powerful than the Japanese devils." ”

It was Li Huazi, the secretary of the commune, who was wearing a tunic and a cadre hat, with his trouser legs rolled up and his hands on his back, pushing a 28-large bicycle, followed by a group of people, including the commune's public security assistants, and the basic militia, all armed with weapons.

Li Huazi came over first, and when she saw so many people gathered at the entrance of the village in Gongjiazhuang, she was a little puzzled, and said in a loud voice: "Gong Dapeng, do you still want to gather people to make trouble?" ”

Gong Dapeng said: "Li Huazi, keep your mouth clean, don't spray feces, the head of the central government is here!" ”

Li Huazi laughed: "Gong Dapeng, you have hysteria, the head of the central government can come to your Gongjiazhuang ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Chen Zikun and others in the crowd, but this old guy was dressed as a peasant, and he didn't look like the head of the Central Committee.

"What unit are you from?" Li Huazi asked very arrogantly, he felt that this person was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, maybe he was an expert in some unit in the area.

"I'm Chen Zikun, and I work in both the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference and the State Council."

Chen ...... Chan Tsz-kun. Li Huazi's legs were weak and she almost sat on the ground.

Jiangdong is the territory of Chen Zikun entrenched for decades, just like Yan Xishan in Shanxi, Ma Bufang in Qinghai, and Zhang Xueliang in the northeast, the prestige accumulated over time cannot be dissipated overnight, and in the minds of many elderly people, Chen Zikun's image is second only to Chairman Mao.

And Jiangbei and Nantai are Chen Zikun's basic plates, the place where he made his fortune, and his prestige is even more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and even characters like Li Huazi can't help but feel weak when they hear this name.

The King of Koto is back.

"Secretary Li, what do you want to do with someone and a gun?" Chen Zikun asked with a smile.

"Chief, I didn't come for you, I didn't mean that." Li Huazi felt that the other party was hiding a knife in his smile, and he was scared half to death, and he couldn't afford to be charged with murdering the head of the Central Committee.

When the public security assistants and the basic militia heard that it was the head of the central government who came to Gongjiazhuang to take charge, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to talk nonsense, and they didn't dare to show the red tassel gun hidden behind their backs.

"And what do you mean?" Chan continued to question.

"I ...... I'm here to collect grain, and there are instructions from the county that it is strictly forbidden to keep grain privately......"

"Collecting grain? I think you're here to grab food, and you're still carrying militiamen and guns, and the Japanese devils don't have your prestige. Chen Zikun slammed the table, "Are you still not a party cadre?" Is it a cadre of the people! ”

"I'm ......" Li Huazi is not confident.

"You don't deserve it! Someone, get him for me! Chen Zikun is ready to take this small commune secretary to make a knife, not to make a big fuss, he knows very well in his heart that in the hearts of ordinary people, the commune secretary is a heaven-like existence, and the commune secretary touches the hearts of the masses, which is more effective than running a prefectural party secretary.

No one dares to touch Li Huazi, he is the soil overlord in the bitter water well, and his prestige is not broken when it is broken.

At the critical moment, Gong Dapeng stepped forward, grabbed Li Huazi's neck, and pressed him to the ground.

Li Huazi's face was like ashes, his head was dejected, he knew that Chen Zikun was powerful, and his backstage poplar roots were not even worthy of lifting shoes in front of others.

The commune's public security assistants and militia stood aside, not daring to talk nonsense.

Chen Zikun said: "Gong Dapeng, you temporarily act as the secretary of Kushuijing Commune, send notices to all villages to receive relief food!" ”

Gong Dapeng snapped and saluted: "Yes!" His voice trembled.

The folks are boiling, and the relief food is coming! The central government has finally made a move!

The secretary whispered, "I haven't heard that there is relief food." ”

Chen Zikun said: "I said that there is, there is. ”

In fact, after listening to the complaints of the villagers, Chen Zikun had already made this decision to open a warehouse and release grain to help the victims.

Of course, he doesn't have the power to open a warehouse and release grain, Chen Zikun only hangs on some false posts, strictly speaking, he doesn't even have the power to run Li Huazi, if he goes through the normal procedures, he must first go back to Beijing, write to the relevant central departments, and then press it down layer by layer, but the situation is urgent, and people starve to death every day, so he can only be cut first and then played.

Chen Zikun relied on the support of the people, so he had to mobilize the emotions of the villagers, and taking Li Huazi was the first step, and the next step was to go to the county, go to Beitai, and open a warehouse to receive grain.

There is a national grain depot in Beitai, and there is a large amount of wheat at the railway station, in fact, Chen Zikun knows that it is likely not to be relief grain, but to be shipped out to support international friends.

No matter how much there is now, let's save these people who are dying of starvation first.

Chen Zikun didn't know that the people were already full of dry firewood, and if a spark was cast, it would be a prairie fire.