Chapter 15: Turbulent Times
After graduating from high school, my father worked as a substitute teacher for a period of time, and in 1965, at the age of 23, he was admitted to Jiangxi Normal University through hard work. Soon after entering the university, I encountered the red WEIBING movement, participated in the school, and colleges and universities around the country participated in the series, with quotations in hand, as a ticket, and traveled all over the country by train.
WENT HOME TO VISIT RELATIVES, AND AT THE INVITATION OF THE LOCAL SCHOOL, HE PARTICIPATED IN THE LOCAL RED WEIBING MOVEMENT AND CRITICIZED THE LOCAL CADRES. The situation was complicated, and soon after, he was liquidated, and it was determined that his father was the leader, the mastermind behind the rebellion in the commune and even the whole county, and wanted to overturn the right-leaning case and retaliate.
Constant letters, constant materials, sent to Jiangxi Normal University, demanding that my father be repatriated for criticism. Fortunately, the university did everything possible to protect my father, not only did he persevere until graduation, but after graduation, the teacher persuaded him to stay in school temporarily to avoid being persecuted when he returned.
My father was protected at the university, but the old family was not spared, and my fifth uncle, who was only one or two years older than my father, also followed my father to participate in that year, so he was arrested, tied his hands behind his back, and hung his two thumbs up.
The fifth aunt and the second aunt secretly crossed the river in the middle of the night and invited a doctor from Huangjiazhou Commune in Anyi County, a neighboring county, to secretly cure him.
The honest second uncle was also criticized, but not so ruthless, his child, at that time, the eldest was eleven or twelve years old, because of the criticism, never dared to cause trouble, if he had a dispute with others, whether it was reasonable or not, the second uncle always beat his child first.
The second uncle had five boys, five girls and ten children, three of whom were two boys and five of whom were slightly older, so they all appeared to be cowardly. The five born later, except for one who became dementia due to illness, showed a cheerful and strong personality.
Because of this period of time, my parents have a very deep relationship with my fifth uncle and fifth aunt, probably because I am the only boy in the family, and my fifth uncle and fifth aunt are especially good to me, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are treated as their own sons and loved them the same.
As soon as the policy of opening up and invigorating came out, the fifth uncle carried two baskets and set up a bicycle repair stall on the street side of his hometown, becoming the first 10,000 yuan household in the county.
When he first set up the stall, others advised him to be careful that the policy would change again, and not to be a bird, and the fifth uncle said to them, ***** have died once, and they are not afraid. A period of time is a memory, unforgettable, what kind of suffering, can not be described without personal experience.
The father took refuge in college and was eventually rushed back by a telegram. The telegram was sent in the name of the grandmother, saying that the grandmother was seriously ill and wanted to see his son for the last time.
Now from Nanchang to our county, drive from the highway, less than an hour to arrive, at that time there was no high-speed, there is no private car, my father was anxious, received the telegram and rushed back, a pair of feet walked for a day and a night, over the mountains and mountains to reach home.
Thanks to the experience of several brothers who followed him in selling goods on a "wheelbarrow", and thanks to the fact that his grandfather carried his bags to Nanchang to go to college in order to save fares, and walked to send his father to Nanchang to go to university, and the avenues and roads that went home, Shanliang Village, my father remembered it clearly.
When crossing Meiling in Xinjian County, it was completely dark, unable to move forward, hungry and thirsty, my father knocked on the door of a mountain people's house, asking to borrow a night, the enthusiasm of this mountain people, now my father is still deeply concerned, they not only took my father to stay, but also gave him food, boiled water to let him wash his face and feet.
After the convenient transportation, my father wanted to visit many times, but the time was too long, the time passed, the construction was too fast, the changes were too great, and I could no longer find the mountain road in my memory.
Such mountain roads have disappeared too much, such as the mountain road to my aunt's house, there is a very good bayberry tree on the side of the road, not long ago I wanted to pick bayberry along this mountain road, and after searching, I found that the mountain road no longer existed at all, and the water mill in the mountain pass also disappeared without a trace.
After walking for a day and a night, as soon as he arrived at home, a well-wisher came to remind his father to flee quickly, the telegram was fake, and the commune sent it in order to trick his father into coming back. After knowing that she had been deceived, her grandmother immediately asked the third uncle to run away with her father.
Not long after running, someone from the commune chased after him and chased him all the way to the county seat. Father hid in the county material bureau, the director at that time was the family surnamed Song, he said to the people who chased him, "The mother is chasing her son without more than a hundred steps, let alone a family with the surname of an ancestor." Only then did they persuade them to escape the catastrophe.
My father said that the secretary of the commune hated him so much that he threatened to be killed within three days if he was caught. This was the state of society at that time, and my father's experience was just a microcosm of it.
The movement that began in '66 caused a large number of students to stay in school and become the "third class of the old," and how to find employment was the biggest problem; at the sound of a call, they put down their schoolbags and walked out of school, took up hoes and went to the countryside to go to the countryside to accept the transformation of the poor and middle peasants.
My father worked hard to be admitted to university, but was washed back into the countryside by the tide of history, and his fate was reincarnated.
In fact, even if he didn't encounter such a thing, his father would have to go back to the countryside after graduation, and the Jiangxi Normal University he studied at was originally oriented to cultivating students in rural areas, but when he encountered the Red Guards becoming a social problem, his other classmates did not arrange jobs, and they all became educated youths "cutting in line" in rural areas.
The last thing my father fled to was the Qingshu Brigade in Huibu, which was adjacent to the Fengyuan Brigade and was also at the foot of the mountain.
It is not easy to settle in a remote mountain village, and after knowing his father's situation, no production team dares to accept his father. It was also my father's luck that there was a production captain who was quite open-minded and courageous, and he said, "How rare college students are, you don't dare to ask me for it." ”
At that time, not to mention college students, even high school students were rare, and it was even more rare in the countryside, so my father settled in the Qingshu Brigade, and the person who took him in was surnamed Liu, and later his son and I became high school classmates, and the relationship was quite close.
Just hid here, the incident was not over, and the local club sent a letter to his father's location, asking for repatriation and criticism. My father was once again favored by luck, and this urging letter was suppressed by one of my father's cousins.
My father's cousin used to be the deputy director of the regional judicial bureau, and at that time he happened to be transferred to the newly built farm in charge of Qingshu, where he served as a leading cadre. The letter, after receiving it, was placed at the bottom of the drawer.
When I went to visit my father's cousin a few years ago, he was still very healthy and said to me with a smile, "When I saw that it was your father's name, I locked it at the bottom of the drawer and saved your father's life as if I had forgotten it." ”
Such a smile is still cordially presented in front of us, which is a kind of accumulation of vicissitudes, a kind of practice of the world, and a kind of understanding of prospects. Such a state of mind may only be fully interpreted by the uncle's sentence "everything looks forward".
Now my father's cousin has passed away peacefully, taking with him his own piece of history, and his two sons, who are quite close to our family, have been assigned to different jobs and received a lot of help from them.
After all these experiences, my father became disheartened and became a farmer for nearly 20 years, until 1985, when he went to the provincial capital to fight for resettlement with his college classmates who "cut in line" in the countryside, and then implemented the policy and assigned jobs.