Bai Jiaxuan rested his elbows on the table of the ginning machine, holding the cotton in the crook of one elbow, and spreading the ball of seed cotton evenly into the wide opening with the other hand, and stepping on the sturdy locust wood pedal with both feet in turn. In the sound of chirping, wisps of snow-white cotton wool were rolled up on the thick roller core, and black cotton seeds embroidered with uncut flowers leaked out from under the belly of the machine. Stepping on the heavy machine, Bai Jiaxuan's waist rod was still straight like a rafter, and his strong buttocks puffed up as the pedals rose and fell. Xiaowen walked into the ginning room and said with a flustered expression: "The principal led Mr. and students to write big characters all over the street. All over the walls are 'All power belongs to the agricultural cooperatives'. What is the 'Agricultural Cooperative' doing?" Bai Jiaxuan continued to throw cotton balls into the mouth of the machine, and said without turning his head: "This has nothing to do with our fart!" You should worry about what you have to do. ”

Bai Jiaxuan drove an ox cart back from the city to pull back a ginning machine, built a partition wall in the earthen house where the washer dry soil was stacked, and separated a machine room to install the machine. Bai Jiaxuan made up his mind to buy back this machine from Shanghai, mainly for the convenience of his own ginning, not to mention the annual cost of ginning a calf, just sending the cotton back in an ox cart is too tiring. After the ginning machine was bought, it first took over the ginning business, and took time to roll it for itself during the intermittent time without customers. He prepared a handful of old iron-tipped wooden shovels at the door of the ginning room, and the soles of his shoes had to be scraped clean before anyone entered the machine room, and cotton was a clean thing. He calculated that as long as the machine does not stop all winter, the money earned and the money saved by his own family can buy back half of the ginning machine, and the ginning machine will be earned back after two winters. "This is an inside and outside account, one inside and one outside." Bai Jiaxuan said to Xiaowen, "You have to think like this to live your life, so that you can live a complete life." He wasted no time in educating his son in such a way, in the hope that he would soon have the scheming and independent personality that he should have as the future owner of this quadrangle. In terms of teaching by example, Bai Jiaxuan standing tall and stepping on the ginning machine is the best example.

After the ginning machine was turned on, he and Lu San Xiaowen took turns to step on it, working overtime until late at night when there was a lot of work, and sometimes getting up and doing it again after the rooster crowed three times. There was a row of ruler-long ice cubes hanging from the eaves, Bai Jiaxuan took off his cotton jacket and cotton pants, and was still sweating hot and sweating only in white shirts and trousers. After many days, Xiaowen couldn't help but say loudly again: "Heiwa smacks the old monk's head!" Bai Jiaxuan turned his face and said coldly to his panicked son: "He didn't hit your head, what are you calling in a panic?" Xiaowen couldn't hold back his panic: "Oh, this time it's really a mess in the world!" Bai Jiaxuan stopped, and the sound of chirping stopped: "Those who want to be chaotic want to be chaotic, and those who are not chaotic are still not chaotic." He said as he jumped off the pedal of the ginning machine and said to his son, "Get on the machine to gin." As soon as you step on the ginning machine, you won't panic. Even if the world is chaotic for eight times, you still have to rely on this to eat and dress to get by. He slammed his thick slap on the gin plate, and then removed his shirt and trousers from the cotton stack and put them on......

Bai Jiaxuan had just quelled a small civil unrest in the courtyard. The civil strife was created by his precious daughter, Lingling. On the evening of the day when the original Master ate Laba porridge, Bai Ling returned home unexpectedly, this was the first time since the siege of the city to return home, grandma Bai Zhao took her granddaughter into her arms, opened her mouth and bit her face for a long time, saliva flowed from the cheeks into her neck, and the mutilated teeth left several strange dimples on her granddaughter's pink and ruddy peach blossom face. Mother Bai Wu couldn't help but burst into tears, and scolded lovingly: "Something without conscience tortures you to death!" Bai Ling jumped up from her grandmother's arms, turned around and kissed her on the face again, took out a handkerchief and affectionately dipped her mother's tears, jumped into the middle of the room and stood up: "Am I fine?" I've grown taller, I've eaten fat, what the hell are you going to do!" Bai Jiaxuan sat majestically on the Taishi chair, and saw the silhouettes of the two **s hidden on his daughter's narrow clothes and tight chest, and his heart throbbed. Bai Ling didn't notice his father's thoughts, looked around at all the people in the house, and got carried away to announce a news, which immediately swept away the intimate atmosphere in the house: "We knocked the county magistrate down!" This time it's so happy to make a big fuss in Zishui County! A secret transmission between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party has been passed down: All the people of Zishui nationality in the provincial capital, whether they are men or women, old or young, studying or cooking, picking up rags when they are ministers, pulling vegetable carts, and carrying persimmons, all of them have rushed back to the county town to march and demonstrate, hold meetings and give speeches, sing songs and perform dramas, turn the county government upside down, and hang a big sign of the 'Zishui County People's Self-Determination Committee' at the entrance of the county government. While everyone was celebrating the victory of the struggle, someone in the county government reported that the county magistrate was preparing a list of arrestees to the provincial police station. The crowd blew up the camp and stormed the county hall and searched the list from the county magistrate's desk drawer. Okay, catch thieves and catch stolen goods, County Magistrate Liang is a duplicitous and duplicitous. We went to the provincial chairman with his stolen evidence to complain, and when Yu Dabeard saw the blacklist, he became angry and said, 'Whoever obstructs the national revolution will trample him down.'" Then an order was issued to remove the county magistrate Liang ......"

Bai Jiaxuan knocked the ashes of his cigarette, stood up and walked out. Bai Wu's timid gaze sent her husband's back to disappear outside the door, and turned back to forbid her daughter and said, "Lingling, if you want to study in the city, study hard, and follow others to run wildly." Remember, if you say the same thing in the house, you should look at your father's face when you speak. Bai Ling said: "I saw my father's face, he was not pleased, he didn't like to listen. I told him to hear it, and rushed to his feudal brain. She said cheerfully, and suddenly cried out as if awakened: "Oh! Zhaohai Military Academy went to the Military Academy, and before leaving, I asked me to give him a message to his family, and I almost forgot. ”

Thinking of Lu Zhaohai, she was in a very happy mood. Zhaohai had already fulfilled his desire to be a revolutionary soldier, and soon after the siege ended, he joined the National Revolutionary Army defending the city. His enthusiasm, his simplicity, his intelligence, and especially his cultural attainment were soon valued by the officials, who recommended him to study military affairs at a military academy in Hebei Province. After Zhaohai got the notice, he asked her to come to a photo studio: "Do you understand what I asked you to do here?" Bai Ling's face flushed with shyness, and he turned his head and walked in first. Before leaving, he took out a photo of the two from the photo studio and rushed to Bai Ling's second aunt's house. She and he signed each other's autographs, and they both wrote each other's parting messages of "the success of the national revolution". It was a clear and cold night after the beginning of winter, and she sent him to the foot of the steps outside the door of the second aunt's leather workshop, and when he turned to leave, he turned around again, and suddenly opened his arms and took her into his arms. She seemed expecting the move but was still panicking. In the tight grip of those strong arms, her panic quickly dissipated, and she calmly pressed her cheeks against the chest that exuded a strange aura. He let go of his hugs and cupped her cheeks. She felt his warm lips against her eyes and sucked, and she couldn't help spasming, her legs going limp; The warm lips squirmed slowly against the side of her nose, and her heart fluttered as if it were pounding; The warm, strange lips moved to hers and froze, and then they sucked violently; Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she suddenly felt a bang in her chest, just like watching Agarwood swing an axe in the theater to split the ending plot of the Huashan mythological drama "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother". The loud bang. She gradually came to her senses after experiencing that inner roar, broke free of his arms, took out the copper yuan carved with a dragon from her underwear pocket, and stuffed it into Zhaohai's palm: "You take it well, forget me." With that, he stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pressing his burning cheeks against his face. He said, "I have tasted your tears, which are bitter and bitter. ”

Bai Ling went to Lu Zhaohai's house, and Uncle Lu Zilin's attitude was lively, and he kept asking her about many revolutionary things in the city. Zhaohai's grandfather, Lu Taiheng, is purely a coping, and the disdain and indifference to her in his words and eyebrows are obvious. If she can forgive him, she won't rest on it.

She walked out from under this gatehouse, which had formed a special connection with herself, and bypassed her gatehouse to Bailu Town Primary School to find Lu Zhaopeng. It was the first meeting between her and him as a revolutionary. Once again, she couldn't hold back her excitement and told him about the trouble in Zishui County, and complained that Lu Zhaopeng, as the leader of the revolution, could not participate? Lu Zhaopeng smiled and acquiesced to her complaints, without explaining to her that he was actually one of the planners and organizers of the struggle. She talked to him about the similarities and differences between the Three People's Principles and the People's Revolution, and about the vigorous Northern Expedition and the people's revolutionary upsurge in various places. "The revolution is about to win," she said. As soon as I think of the day of victory, I ......" Lu Zhaopeng also said in an affirmative tone: "No one can stop the advance of the Northern Expeditionary Army, and victory is just around the corner." ”

This contact left her with the impression that Lu Zhaopeng was a piece of furniture that had already been formed, and Lu Zhaohai was still a freshly cut log; Lu Zhaopeng is already a sharp axe, and Lu Zhaohai is still a tower iron billet, he can be called an admirable big brother in every way.

Bai Ling returned home regularly after dark, and his father and mother had not yet rested, and it seemed that they were waiting for her attentively. Bai Jiaxuan knew her whereabouts and still asked, "Who have you been to?" Bai Ling said: "I first went to Uncle Zilin's house, and then I went to the school to find Brother Zhaopeng. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I don't have time to go tonight. The mother was surprised and asked, "Leave tomorrow?" You haven't been back for a year, and you can't even stay for a whole day when you just came back?" Bai Ling smiled and apologized to his mother: "No way! Mother. The revolutionary situation was urgent, and the comrades agreed to meet tomorrow night. When I win, I'll come back and stay with you for a whole month. Bai Jiaxuan endured the anger that rushed to his throat and asked calmly: "Are you still studying?" Bai Ling said: "Read, why don't you read?" Bai Jiaxuan asked, "What will you do in the future after you study?" Bai Ling said: "I like to teach. When the revolution was won, I became a gentleman and taught. Bai Jiaxuan said: "You are studying now, can you go home?" No, no, no, no!" Bai Ling refused without thinking, "Dad, I didn't expect you to say such things now. Bai Jiaxuan said, "Okay, you go to bed now." ”

The next morning, when Bai Ling got up, he found that the door of the small house was locked from the outside. Before she could shout, her father walked down the steps from the upper room with his hands behind his back, walked through the courtyard and stood in front of the door of the house, and said to the crack in the door: "Wang Village, your mother-in-law's family has asked a matchmaker to set the date, the third day of the first month." Bai Ling shouted at the crack in the door: "If the Wang family wants to carry it, come and carry my corpse!" Bai Jiaxuan had already walked to the second door, turned around and said, "Even the corpse will be carried away by the Wang family." ”

Bai Ling quickly regained his lively nature, and spoke loudly and sang loudly in the small mansion, mother-in-law, father, mother-in-law, eldest brother, sister-in-law, three children, calves, and cadres, listen to me! The situation of the Kuomintang leading the national revolution is very good! The Northern Expeditionary Army is victorious one after another, the world is invincible, and the reactionary government of the Beiyang warlords can't keep it! The victory of the National Revolution is just around the corner! Down with the powers, down with the powers, with the warlords out of the warlords, the success of the national revolution, the success of the national revolution, the success of the national revolution, the success of the national revolution, the success, the success 5·6-54315·6－5431251—251—。 Mom, bring me two buns, I'm hungry.

Bai Zhao stood on tiptoe in the courtyard and asked, "Lingling, are you crazy?" Bai Wu's Xiancao walked to the door of the Xiawu with two steamed buns, Bai Jiaxuan lost no time in arriving, snatched the bun from Xiancao's hand and said, "Let her shout and let her sing." She's still energetic. Bai Ling saw through the crack in the door what was happening in the courtyard. Her abdomen was as uncomfortable as a cat scratching, and then her mouth began to be sticky, and finally she couldn't shout or sing, lying on the kang to watch the bleak winter sun quietly disappear from the eaves, and the cold air and darkness enveloped the house.

There was a slight sound of the window paper in the darkness, and something rolled down to her shoulder, and as soon as she grabbed it, she swallowed it without hesitation, and the two steamed buns, which were half wheat flour and half cornmeal, were finished without eating, and it seemed that she could eat two more. She felt her arms and legs suddenly full of vitality, and she jumped off the kang to continue her speech. Bai Jiaxuan opened the latch of the west house of the upper room with a bang, stood in the courtyard and shouted: "If you shout and sing again, I will smash you to death!" Bai Ling shouted at the crack in the door with his beard out: "Whoever stands in the way of the national revolution will trample him down!"

It wasn't until late at night that Bai Lingshi's shouting and singing voice stopped. After dawn, Bai Jiaxuan washed his face, drank tea, smoked cigarettes, ate two browned and crispy steamed buns, walked into the ginning room of the breeding farm majestically, took off his cotton jacket and jumped on it, stepped on the pedal, and the big and small wheels of the machine rotated. The sound of chirping sounded harmoniously. He stepped on the small half bundle of lint in one breath, his body was hot, and he was about to take off his bulky cotton pants, when Xiancao hurriedly walked in with his little feet: "Lingling has run away!" Bai Jiaxuan walked out of the ginning house in a cotton jacket, walked through the street and stepped into his own gatehouse, the door lock of the house had been opened, a hole was dug in the gable wall of the house, and a line of words was engraved on the white-clay stucco wall with a pickaxe spike: Whoever blocks the national revolution will trample him down! Bai Jiaxuan asked Xiancao: "Why is this head here?" Xiancao said, "I don't know. I guess I forgot it under the cabinet, it's a useless piece of waste!" Bai Jiaxuan solemnly announced to the whole family at breakfast: "From now on, no one is allowed to mention her again." When she died. For many years after that, Bai Jiaxuan had only one sentence to all relatives or friends who asked about Bai Ling with a cold face: "Dead." Sensei asked again. It wasn't until after the founding of the Republic in 1950 that two ** cadres walked into the courtyard and nailed a bronze plaque of "revolutionary martyr" with yellow ground and red letters to the door frame of his house, and he murmured with a trembling white beard: "Really dead?!" I cursed the baby to death!"

Bai Jiaxuan did not doubt the authenticity of the news that Xiaowen had come from outside to the ginning room in a panic. The people who came to ginning every day with cotton bales on their backs from Kawahara also brought the movement of various villages in all directions, Bai Jiaxuan fully felt the chaos that was getting closer and closer, and at the same time, he was more and more determined to prepare a strategy to deal with it: not chaos. He doesn't rob or steal, he doesn't prostitute or gamble, he is a real farmer, whether it is the Kuomintang, **, Tian Fuxian, Lu Zhaopeng and Lu Heiwa, does he even have to change the life of a serious farmer like him? He stepped on the ginning machine, sweating, steaming, more confident and more down-to-earth.