In 1959, Fengcheng, Jiangxi Province was only Fengcheng County, and was not called Fengcheng City.

Like many small counties of that era, it was dilapidated and backward.

People say that this is not a big or small place, but the territory flows through "three rivers, one river and eight waters", and some people say that it is "three rivers, one river and seven waters".

As for what the hell.

In short, rivers are crisscrossed and lakes are dense.

But these don't care about the second child of the Zhang family, who is bent over barefoot in the moonlight in the rice field.

The rice in the field has already tasseled.

For the simple croppers who eat in the mud, all they care about is how to eat enough and keep the whole family fed.

The second child of the Zhang family has been dealing with this land for most of his life, and he is familiar with every side of the water and soil here like his own mother-in-law.

Even so, he still couldn't figure out the way of the world today.

I remember that it seemed to be in July last year, when news suddenly came from the village, saying that a people's commune was going to be established.

The village cadres gathered all the people in the village in a large open space on the bank of the river in the south of the village to listen to the speech of the black-faced commune secretary.

So the second child of the Zhang family also went, and the commotion was full of heads, and after asking, I found out that people from more than a dozen villages came.

On a damp day, it can steam people, and the salty and smelly sweat clatters from the head to the chest, and the stinger's eyes can't be opened, and the brain is also groggy.

The secretary of the commune spoke with a northern accent that no one could understand, and he spoke for a long time, and the second child of the Zhang family didn't know why.

Before the secretary of the commune could finish speaking, it rained heavily, and the speech ended early.

I went in a daze, came back in a daze, returned to the village, and mentioned the talk during the day, a group of rough men in the village stared dryly, and talked for a long time, saying that they only remembered that it was very lively, and they couldn't remember anything next to them.

It was indeed quite lively, and it didn't take long for the village to be in trouble, because the iron pots and iron pots in every household were taken away, and those who did not pay were smashed on the spot, smashed, and taken away again in tatters.

It is said that it is necessary to make steel on a large scale.

The guy who made the rice is gone, and the scene of every household eating around the table is gone, how to eat? More than 100 families in the village go to the canteen three times a day to eat.

The second child of the Zhang family remembered that when he first ate a big pot of rice, he was quite happy, there were many people, it was as lively as the market, and he could open his belly, who was not happy?

After eating for a few days, it didn't happen, first there was no food to eat, only the dry pickle dumplings were eaten, slowly, the pickles were gone, and they began to be quantified according to the head, straw noodles, tofu dregs, and bean cake dregs were mixed together and steamed, and no one was willing to leave a mouthful of black nests......

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As soon as people do physical work, their brains will be uncontrollable and cranky.

What interrupted the Zhang family's thoughts, was a faint voice coming from across the large sugarcane field: "When the commune members roar, the earth will tremble...... One day equals twenty years, fifteen years to catch up with the British ......"

This is the literate people of the village with the half-grown children of the village at the poetry meeting.

The second child of the Zhang family wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, was silent for a long time, and muttered in a low voice: "One day is equal to twenty years, God, no wonder there is not enough food to eat!" ”

looked at the night, but what caught my eyes was a misty moon halo, miserable yellow, like hair.

Even the heart with the second child of the Zhang family also became rough.

The clothes have been soaked through with sweat, sticking to the back, and they are a little itchy.

There seemed to be no one in the rice field anymore, it was dark and dark, and the wind that couldn't find the way out swirled and blew under the feet of the second child of the Zhang family, blowing his back swishing cold.

"It's time to go back!" Someone whispered silently.

"It's time to go back......" The second child of the Zhang family put the shovel on his shoulder and replied casually in a muffled voice.

After only a few steps, the second child of the Zhang family suddenly froze, his palms were sweaty, and sweat flowed down his sideburns across his sallow face.

In the silence of the night, only his own wheezing could be heard......

No one! It's still no one!

This month is when the sugarcane is just beginning to ripen, and with the rain this year, the sugarcane grows very well, taller than people.

The second child of the Zhang family ran on the path in the middle of the sugarcane field with his big mouth open.

The trail beneath your feet is muddy and seems endless.

He didn't dare to look at the sugarcane fields that lined the night beside the roadside.

He was afraid that something would burst out of it......

When he finally ran through the sugarcane field, the second child of the Zhang family could already vaguely see the faint lights in the village.

This place is only separated from the village by a river.

The voice from the poetry meeting was also clearer, as if it was a tranquilizer, which made the white lips of the second child of the Zhang family slightly bloody, and his heart fell back to his stomach slightly.

"The People's Commune is the ladder of heaven, and communism is the ...... of heaven"

Hearing such a voice, the second child of the Zhang family suddenly grinned and let out a chuckle, not because of this poem, but because of the sound of reciting the poem.

He heard it very clearly, the duck-like voice was the voice of his own baby, and he could recite poetry, amazing! …… Thinking of this, the second child of the Zhang family spontaneously felt a sense of satisfaction.

The wind at night never seemed so cold, and the ears were cold, and there were layers of white sweat......

Although there is not much way from the village, the second child of the Zhang family is still a little hesitant at this time, for a long time, he turned a corner and rushed to a place, which is the place where the commune is forage, if he remembers correctly, at this time, a brother of his own family should be there, and it is good to have a companion on the road after all!

The brother of his own family was weak and could not do heavy work, so the cadres in the commune asked the brother of the family to go and give grass to the livestock.

As the folk saying goes: "Three knives per inch of grass, less material and fat!" ”

People who raise livestock all the year round know this principle, the forage is broken, and the livestock are easy to digest after eating, and it is not wasted.

And each pound is enough for 100 catties of forage, and after the people in the commune come to weigh it, they will give three points of work, and one corner of more wages.

Not long after the second child of the Zhang family left, he heard the crisp clicking sound of the guillotine cutting grass in the grass shed.

The moonlight is not good, so the huge propaganda poster on the outer wall of the wooden grass shed with grass can only vaguely see the outline, but the second child of the Zhang family knows what is painted on it, and he remembers that there is a poem on the side of the painting:

"A pot of rice is boiled, a cart of corn is pulled, a radish is used as a warehouse, and a cucumber is ridden across the Yellow River......"

I heard from the teachers in my children's school that such paintings are a combination of revolutionary romanticism and revolutionary realism, and they are good works.

The second child of the Zhang family didn't understand what the words "good works" meant, but only felt that he was high up and must be something learned.

Therefore, when he passed by the good work, he stopped as usual and looked up for a moment with his head up, but he still did not see anything good, so he had to put the shovel on his shoulder to the base of the wall, and shouted the name of the brother in his mouth and walked over......