Luo Ronghuan, Chen Guang, Zhu Rui, Xiao Hua, Zeng Guohua, Fu Zhuting, Gu Mu, and some other cadres went to work together during the day, and had to work and hold meetings at night. Political Commissar Luo once came to inspect the work, and before he entered the village to drink tea and rest, he threw himself into the field and cut wheat for most of the day, and worked in the field with everyone, resting on a tree trunk, drinking water in a clay pot, and running on a road......

Fight devils to protect their hometown. Now he is planning to reduce rent and interest rates, so that the villagers can live a little more comfortable. There are thousands of words, and there are two sentences: all the strategies are for the sake of the country and the nation, and each idea is planned for the poor and poor. I'm not afraid of not knowing the goods, I'm only afraid of comparing the goods with those central armies, one in the sky and one underground.

But Xiong Laoqi, the landlords and wealthy owners, tried every possible way to squeeze this army away, and they were really devils dressed in human skins and carrying the liver and lungs of a donkey. Aunt Xiong saw through Xiong Laoqi's despicable and insidious, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt disgust and resentment.

When she turned to think of herself, Aunt Xiong blamed herself deeply. She loves these people from the bottom of her heart, and she is really worried about their current situation. But because of his personal net worth and interests, he didn't tell Hu Fu Hu about Xiong Laoqi's ghost tricks. Ask yourself, she is not an unreasonable person, why is she afraid of burning and burning like this today? Speaking of which, it's not just for his son Fang Wen.

Now the devil has hit the door of the house, anti-Japanese protection of the family, everyone has a share, she knows this truth. When the devils hit Heilin and Wushan, she also fought with the devils with everyone. If a person doesn't even have this backbone, it's not a human skin for nothing. If her children were still alive, she wouldn't have had such concerns. However, she only has one son, as Zhang Xiaoer said: there is only one single-branch Fang Wen, and things are difficult to do here.

Aunt Xiong sighed deeply, pulled a small stool and sat down, and her mind turned to her son.

Since the Eighth Route Army came to the coastal area, his son, who has always been looked down upon by others, has shown his strength, and his enthusiasm for fighting devils and serving the villagers has won the love and respect of the villagers. Hu Fu, Luo Ronghuan, Zhu Rui, Chen Guang, Chen Shiqu, Xiao Hua, Zeng Guohua, Fu Zhuting, and county leaders Qiu Yemin, Zhu Mingyuan and others all liked him very much, trusted him, and handed over the major affairs in the village to him with confidence and boldness.

County Magistrate Zhu appreciated him very much, and Political Commissar Luo also praised him in front of everyone, which made him one of the leaders of Dashu Village. As a mother, what could be happier for her child to be held in high esteem? But now she is a little worried, if the Eighth Route Army mobilizes young people to serve as soldiers, Fang Wenjun will be the first to take the lead. What will be done then? Stop him? Or encourage him? It's so hard, it's really hard to die!

A familiar sound of footsteps interrupted Aunt Yang's contemplation, and her son returned. After most of the day's heavy farm work, Xiong Fangwen was tired and hungry, and he didn't care about taking a good rest, so he hastily washed his hands, grabbed the hot corn tortillas and ate them with a blow.

Aunt Xiong sat on the side, looking at her beloved son affectionately, and her heart was full of infinite comfort. Since the death of her husband, this stormy family has been supported by her son. Premature and excessive labor did not overwhelm the lad, but made him stronger, stronger, stronger, and sensible. He is industrious, simple, frank and upright, and he is very much like him. The difference is that he is bold and afraid of things, but he dares to say and do.

Xiong Fangwen treats his mother very filial piety, is obedient, and never makes his mother angry. He experienced the difficult family and his mother's state of mind, no matter how hard and tired the days were, he never complained. In order to pay off Xiong Laoqi's unjust debt as soon as possible, the mother and son were frugal, and their clothes were mended and torn, and they were broken and repaired, and they didn't know what the fruit tasted like for a few years.

For Fang Wen, there is no winter leisure season, let alone Sunday or anything. Whenever the farm work in the field is finished, he runs around, does the work, drives the car for others, picks up feet, does small work, gets up and sleeps in the middle of the night, and the wind comes and goes in the snow, and finally accumulates a few dollars. This wheat harvest has reduced the rent, and if you collect a few hundred catties of wheat, you can always make up the debt to pay off the unjust debt.

Even if the days to come are more bitter, the mother and son will be determined. Since the wheat harvest, Xiong Fangwen has been working very diligently, and he has to take time to hold meetings, publicity, and patrols, and he is very busy. However, Fang Wen suddenly had the possibility of becoming a soldier, and it seemed that he would be dressed up and set off tomorrow. This is really hard for her to part. Aunt Xiong thought, thought, tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Mom, let's eat, the food is going to be cold." Xiong Fangwen urged his mother while eating. He didn't see his mother answer, he looked up and caught a glimpse of the tears on her face, and asked in surprise, "Mom, why are you crying?" Who bullied you? ”

Aunt Xiong hurriedly wiped away her tears, paused, and said, "No one bullied me." It's just that the ghost bear Lao Qi called me in the morning. ”

"What, debt collection again?" Xiong Fangwen sneered angrily, comforted his mother and said, "Mom, don't worry, once the wheat harvest is over, we will return him." ”

"The debt is not urgent, but I sang with the dog-legged Zhang Xiaoer and said some cold words."

"What kind of bullshit are these two bastards?"

"It's about reducing rent and interest."

"Ahh Xiong Fangwen became alert, put down his chopsticks, and asked with concern, "What did they say?" ”

"A dog can still let out a good fart in his belly." Aunt Xiong said indignantly, "He said that the rent reduction and interest reduction have broken the old rules of the ancestors, instigated the owners and tenants to be discordant, and will provoke the anger of the heavens and the resentment of the people." If you continue to make trouble and offend those big landlords, the Eighth Route Army will not want to gain a foothold in Ganyu, and even the county magistrate Zhu will have to follow. ”

"This is a blatant sabotage of rent reduction and interest reduction! This old fox, I already knew he was not a good bird. Fang Wen said angrily, "Mom, did you tell Political Commissar Hu and Political Commissar Luo about this?" ”

"Nope." Aunt Xiong replied softly, avoiding Xiong Fangwen's gaze.

"Why didn't you tell them earlier? Didn't they have a one-day meeting at Fang Ming's house not far away? Fang Wen was a little puzzled.

Aunt Xiong was silent and did not answer.

Xiong Fangwen noticed that something was wrong, moved the bench, leaned closer to his mother, and asked softly, "Mom, what do you have in mind?" What did Xiong Laoqi and his dogleg say to you? ”

Xiong Fangwen's earnest and anxious appearance made Aunt Xiong unable to bear to cover up the appearance of the matter and her worries, so she said truthfully: "Xiong Laoqi also said that these outsiders of the Eighth Route Army are not the same surname as the Ganyu people in our coastal area, and they can't even stand in the coastal area. As soon as the rent and interest reduction passed, the young people were mobilized to serve as soldiers and dragged back to the mountains to fight guerrillas. ”

When Xiong Fangwen heard his mother say this, he knew it in his heart, so he asked: "Mom, you just said that you can't let out a fragrant fart in the dog's belly, do you believe Xiong Laoqi's words?" ”

"I don't expect Xiong Laoqi and these big landlords to say good things about the Eighth Route Army. But there is no wind and no waves, and these words are not without reason. In these years, the army has to employ people. Aunt Xiong looked at her son Fang Wen hesitantly.

Fang Wen shook his head resolutely and said, "Mom, these are all made up by Xiong Laoqi. He used these words to scare everyone and undermine the rent and interest reduction. Everyone calculated an account for him, and according to the charter of the 25th rent reduction, he received more than 30,000 catties of wheat less than in previous years. Mom, think about it, will he be willing to obey? Rent reduction and serving as a soldier are two different things, and it is not for the sake of soldiers to implement rent reduction and interest reduction. In addition, the Eighth Route Army advocated that soldiers should be consciously and voluntarily enlisted, not forced conscription like the Central Army. ”

"That being said, it's always a person who hangs a heart." Aunt Xiong groaned. She looked at her son and asked bluntly, "Fang Wen, you tell your mother the truth, if the Eighth Route Army wants young people to be soldiers, will you go?" ”

"Mom, now that the devil has killed our country, everyone has a part in resisting Japan and saving the country. If you don't go to fight devils as soldiers, just like the last few 'sweeps', the devils will also kill us at our doorstep. If you lose the fire and lie under the bed, you can't hide. Although Xiong Fangwen did not answer his mother's question positively, he also clearly expressed his determination to resist Japan and save the country.

"But you're an only son!" Aunt Xiong originally wanted to say, "If there are three long and two short, how can we continue to ...... the incense of our Xiong family", but after only saying the first sentence, her throat choked, her eyes turned red, and tears rolled down again.

"Mom, don't be sad." Fang Wen pressed his hand on his mother's knee and said with emotion, "Which comrade of the Eighth Route Army has no father, no mother, no family and no job?" There are also many only sons in the team. In this year of national ruin, everyone can't care about this much. Take the political commissar of Fu Zhuting as an example-" Xiong Fangwen said this, as if he felt speechless, and suddenly stopped.

"Is Commissar Fu an only son?" Aunt Xiong wants to inquire about Fu Zhuting's life experience again.

Xiong Fangwen shook his head, his face became even gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Who is he an only son!" His hometown is the border village of Toupi Town, Guangchang County, Jiangxi Province, his family is poor, his parents died, and he relies on his grandmother's meager income from needlework.

In the autumn of 1924, Fu Zhuting entered a cloth shop as an apprentice. In the autumn of 1927, he left his grandmother to join the guerrillas and joined the ** Youth League. Soon after, he left his hometown to join the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army, and Chiang Kai-shek sent hundreds of thousands of troops to "encircle and suppress" Shanxi, and the Kuomintang troops killed people and burned houses when they saw them, and they actually pushed the eighty-year-old grandmother of Political Commissar Fu into the sea of fire......

Fang Wen couldn't go on anymore and fell silent. The twilight in the courtyard was getting thicker and thicker, and the faint light from the doors and windows reflected on Xiong Fangwen's grim face, half-light and half-dark, with a hazy silhouette, and still moving, as if it was a statue carved in stone.

This tragic tragedy shocked Aunt Yang, she sat blankly and couldn't speak, and neither of them was silent. At the turn of twilight and night, darkness was eating away at everything, and all sound seemed to have stopped, and only the urgency and rough breathing of the mother and son could be heard.

Time passed slowly and heavily, and no one could say how long it had been......