The countryside of Bump Mountain in May is bright and refreshing. At this time, it was the spring ploughing season, and the people of Chenbu County were relieved to work boldly in the fields under the shouting of Captain Liang.

Although he made a mistake some time ago because of the birthday greeting Zhu Erye, in view of various considerations, coupled with Liang Daya's good attitude of admitting his mistakes, he basically did not give him a substantive punishment, but was severely reprimanded by Yang Tinghui and Wang Lantian slamming the table and slamming the bench, and almost locked up in confinement. Since then, Liang Daya has become much more honest and no longer dares to move without permission.

Liang Daya grew up in the uneven mountainous area since he was a child, and he knows the ancient adage that the people take food as the sky, and also understands the truth that the gold of the year lies in spring. The Japanese devils engaged in a blockade, and the superiors called for self-sufficiency in food and clothing and the development of production. Liang Daya pondered that he was a captain of the team, and he was a parent official, wouldn't production be just planting crops? The captain of this brigade is not ambiguous in fighting with the Japanese devils, and the way of crops is even less amateur. Therefore, he personally mobilized and called on all military and civilian men, women, and children in Chenbu County to go to the fields if they had the strength.

It's like a clear world. As long as Liang Daya is still in Chenbu County, the people feel that there is nothing to fear. In the cracks of the war, Liang Daya created a vivid farming scene in his own jurisdiction in his own unique way-

The fields are boundless, and the officers and soldiers of the Eighth Route carry the rice baskets to shuttle back and forth on the ridges, and the bamboo flat poles flicker and squeak and sing the mountain and field tunes. The women's rescue members are also shirtless, the eldest sister-in-law and the little daughter-in-law, you chase me, laughing while planting seedlings, crisp laughter and long Yangge drifting in the mountains-

It's a good time in May

Brother picks seedlings and walks to the water town

A girl with fine skin and tender meat

Don't panic when you catch the handle......

Most of the people who sing this song are men who pick up seedlings. The uneven mountains and rivers are long and wide, most of the men have a good voice, the sound quality is loud, the words are distinct, the singing songs are mostly Huangmei tunes, and they are also mixed with some Beijing opera Chu opera and Bangzi flavor, and the randomness is very strong, you can change the words and songs at any time according to your own emotions and needs, sing how you want, how you want to sing.

It's a good time in May

The girl is busy treading water and planting seedlings

A reckless brother with a rough hand

I wet my sister's flower clothes......

In this way, there is a little lingering meaning in the song. Those who sing may not understand it very well, just pull their throats and sing, this is the way of singing that has been passed down from ancestors. The officers and men of the county brigade have a very close relationship with the masses in Chenbu County, especially the comrades of the women's federation in the second district of the center.

May clouds walk up the sky

The girl planted seedlings in the water

Brother Mang's handle is clean and bright

Hold it firmly in the girl's hand......

Such songs are sung by big girls and little daughters-in-law. I don't know what year and month this song was born, but Nizi of Bump Mountain has been singing it since she grew up to the age of Shimoda, and she sang it so that her face was full of colorful clouds.

The sun went over the overhead and went to the west. The sun is shallow and covered with a layer of gray, the noise of the field has entered the climax, the rice seedlings are like swallows flying all over the sky at dusk, the white splashes are bursting with silver light in the east and west, the Yangge song rises one after another, the rough and thick male voice and the female voice with a trembling tune become one, this side stops, that side rises again, heartily radiates the pure and simple character of the concave and convex mountains, and the rich mountain folk customs diffuse in the vast fields.

When it comes to singing about this climate, it starts to play -

The girl's seedlings are green

Float on the shiny ridges

Hand on the awning that sneaks a look

Puff tom tom hey panic......

These songs are not only sung vigorously by the men, but also by the women of the Women's Relief Society, and there is a happy scene in the rice fields. Liang Daya and his soldiers also happily blended in.

Unexpectedly, there was one person who was unhappy, and this person was Dongfang Wenyin, the deputy political commissar of the Chenbu County Brigade. Dongfang Wenyin grew up in a school in Shanghai, how could he have seen such a noisy scene? I have not been affected by the customs of the countryside, and naturally I can't experience the happiness that these Yangge bring to the laborers.

When she went to work in Chenbu County, Yang Tinghui did not ask Dongfang Wenyin herself for her opinion beforehand, nor did anyone else ask for her opinion. For the arrangement of the organization, personal obedience is unconditional. But since she came, she had to "fight side by side" with an inexplicable captain like Liang Daya, and she had to act like a deputy political commissar, leading the troops well and guiding them on the road to health.

Dongfang Wenyin blushed and found Liang Daya and said, "Captain Liang, what are you listening to these songs?" The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army sang such a song, I am afraid that it will have a bad impact. ”

Unexpectedly, Liang was happy and said, "What is the influence?" What can you do without singing? I've never seen anyone who planted seedlings and didn't sing. Isn't it tiring to die of work with your head stuffy? You have to sing. ”

Dongfang Wenyin said: "If you want to sing, you have to choose some words...... Pick some good words and sing them. How vulgar you listen to this song, brother and sister, it's not trivial, it's sour, and it makes people feel tired of it. ”

Liang Daya looked at Dongfang Wenyin, a little dazed, suddenly blinked his eyes, and said ill-intentionedly: "Dongfang Political Commissar, listen, this captain will sing you the most flavorful song in Bump Mountain, which is the best word." ”

After saying that, she threw a rice basket into the field, and a young woman followed, smiling at Liang Daya. Liang Daya raised his hand and waved it to the field: "Listen, yes! Then he bared his teeth and sang—

Sister-in-law, you tighten your gown

Don't let us see the breasts

I just looked at it for a moment

You're going to hit us in the ear......

After singing, he patted his ass proudly and listened to the music in the East. Dongfang Wenyin was so ashamed that he couldn't bear to be ashamed, and he couldn't wait to stomp the ridge into a big hole with one foot. Raising her eyes and peeking at the young woman who was picking up the rice in the field, her face did not change, she straightened up and sang—

Brother, you carry the gun

Don't drill into other people's fences

Kill devils on the battlefield

My sister-in-law will give you ripe peaches

Sure enough, it is a woman from Bump Mountain, who sings Yangyang songs crisp and bright, her tone is neither sand nor dumb, her voice is neither high nor low, her singing words are neither humble nor overbearing, and her feelings are not far or close.

Dongfang Wenyin couldn't listen to it anymore. At first she only felt awkward, but now she was simply annoyed: she was, after all, a deputy political commissar sent by the organization—not to mention the duties of a political commissar who acted as a political commissar. The fact that her warriors, especially Liang Daya and the like, flirted with the peasant women of Bump Mountain made her feel uneasy from the bottom of her heart, that she was unruly, and that she needed to be corrected.

Liang Daya sang proudly, his face was swollen and red, and he threw the rice straw like an arrow - the women in the field cooperated tacitly, and they all started steadily.

Dongfang Wenyin glared at Liang Daya hatefully, put his feet into the field and shook it, put on straw sandals and left.