It was an early morning in July, and the sun had just come out. ∷ top ∷ point ∷ small ∷ said that in the ground, the leaves of the buds and sorghum were indeed green, and they were smeared with the color of gold. The dew on the bean leaves and amaranth dazzled the eyes like countless silver beads. In the tunluo beside the road, the pale blue firewood smoke for breakfast is wafting high from the yellow roof. Herds of cattle and horses came out of the tunzi and walked towards the meadow. A cowherd in a pointed straw hat, riding on the bare back of a horse, shouted at the cattle with a whip to prevent them from approaching the crops. At this time, from the county seat, a four-wheeled cart came. The sound of rolling wheels, mixed with the shouts of the charioteers, alarmed the cowherds. He looked at the people in the cart and forgot about his own livestock. A big bull in front of him took advantage of this empty space and ate buds on the edge of the ground.

"The cows eat the crops. The people in the car shouted. The cowherd jumped off his horse in a hurry, and whipped the greedy pig in a fit of rage.

Early in the morning of late July 1946, on a highway southeast of Harbin in Songjiang Province in northeastern China, the cowherd saw the four-horse cart that had set off from Zhuhe County to Yuanmaotun. After crossing the Ximen Bridge, the driver waved a big whip, and the tip of the whip curled up and straightened, and straightened and curled up, making a whistling sound like a gunshot. The horse ran fast, and the mud from the hooves splashed on the artemisia, the bud leaves, and the telephone poles on the side of the road.

After running for a long time, the horses were sweating all over their bodies, spraying their noses, and walking more slowly, and the chariot grunted: "You are tired after only a few steps? Can't you work? If I don't give you a good beating, I'm not a grandson who catches a good car. He just spoke. But the whip does not fall. Yuan Ma also understood: he only moved his mouth, not his hands. In fact, it is allowed to go slowly. The car swayed slowly on the flat road. The animals gasped, their noses rattled and they took small steps. The old grandson turned his face away and looked at the people in the car. There were fifteen of them, and they sat quite crowded. Some wore gray cloth military uniforms, while others wore green cloth shirts. Some carried cartridge guns, others held large guns. What part of the Eighth Route Army were they? What were they doing? The drivers didn't understand.

However, the Eighth Route Army at the head was really eye-catching, and even the old grandson breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it, he had been going south for many years. I have never seen such a dazzling character. It's just that this cadre looks really old, at most he is only twenty years old, and he doesn't understand how he became the leader of these Eighth Route Army.

What he didn't understand even more was that this Captain Li always had a feeling of awe, and a small team leader didn't even dare to drive a yellow cavity for an old coachman who had been driving a car for 28 years and even a ferocious little Japan.

He thought, if you don't understand, you don't understand, anyway, they will give him the car money, and that's it. He came into the city yesterday to sell halberds (chopping wood) for people. Fell in Wangjiadian the next night, and met people from the county to hire Yuanmaotun's car. He promised to come down and take the fifteen guests today. No matter how good it is, it's not an empty car to go back, you can earn a stick (bottle) of wine. It's always luck.

The car walked slowly, nesting in a puddle of mud. The old grandson scolded the cattle and jumped off the ground to watch. The wheels are stuck in the mud. Even the axle got into it. He sighed and climbed into the car again. Whip the horse with a whip. The people in the car jumped off the ground and went around to the back of the car. Help with the carts. At this time, a four-horse-drawn rubber wheel cart came from behind, and the driver saw that there was a car in front of him, so he hurried over from the shallow muddy water next to him. Because he ran fast, it was a rubber wheel, and he didn't nest. The mud rolled up by the rubber wheels splashed on the old grandson's face, hands and shirt. The driver twisted his neck, saw that it was the old grandson, smiled, but did not apologize, turned around and ran away. The old grandson wiped the mud on his face with his sleeve and scolded quietly: "You don't have fucking long eyes!"

"Whose car is that?"

It was the heroic cadre of the Eighth Route Army who opened his mouth to ask questions, and the old grandson knew that he was Captain Li, who had come to negotiate with the secretary of the county government the next night, and replied: "Who can have such a good car? Look at the red gelding, how thick the fat is, how glossy the coat is, and when it runs, its hooves seem not to touch the ground." ”

"Whose car is it?" asked Captain Li again.

Seeing that the question was tight, the old grandson didn't dare to say anything, and he chatted about other idle words to avoid the question.

In this case, the captain Li smiled slightly, and then his words began to talk about the heavens......

He said that in the eight years of "Kant" (the name of the puppet state of Manchukuo), he put down his whip and went to open up the wasteland and open up five lands. In the old autumn, more than 50 stone buds are harvested, and two buds cannot be held in the building. He thought, now the God of Wealth has really arrived home. Who knew that just after the fight, he fell ill with typhoid fever. Fifty stone bud rice, Zha Gu disease (cure), hand over the lotus (Japanese, that is, pay grain), spread the expenses, a winter, the flowers are clean, and there is not a single left. The wasteland opened up was circled by the Japanese, and he had to pick up the whip again and do his old business. He said to Captain Xiao:

"Comrade Captain, you have to rely on your life to make a fortune, more than 50 stone buds, yellow and cancan, and they are like water in a winter. Do you think you can not accept your fate? After that, I was discouraged. This year, Yuanmao made a fuss, the family eats, wears, spreads, and covers, all of which are snatched and sloppy, and they can't get off the kang and can't open the lid of the pot, so they came to the third battalion of the 359th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army. Comrade Captain, as the saying goes: there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and God will not die of hunger and eyeless house sparrows. We don't have much to eat and we're not hungry now, aren't we? Cry, see where you're going?" he shouted at the cattle.

Lao Sun Tou is also a good person, and found that the captain Li can be said to be amiable when talking about the day, and what is even more surprising is that he knows everything about field work, and he didn't close the door as soon as he let go of his mouth, and involuntarily inquired about the origin of the people: "Comrade Captain, you are a good cropper when you hear this, but you are not a cropper when you look like this?"

Before this Captain Li could reply, the youngest soldier in the Eighth Route Army, a little soldier called Xiao Wang, rushed to say: "Uncle Sun, our Captain Li is an intellectual who came back from the big brother of the Soviet Union!"

However, it turned out that this Captain Li was a descendant of Chinese workers who participated in the October Revolution that year, and his father served as the guard of Comrade Vladimir, and also worked with the iron man for a period of time. His mother also died during the war.

And because Captain Li is an orphan of a martyr and young, of course, there are still people above, and there is nothing unusual about teenage soldiers during the Great Patriotic War, so he did not get involved in the world war that just ended, but entered Moscow University for further study.

Captain Lai, who graduated last year, did not stay in the Soviet Union, but applied to return to his home country. You must know that when the war just ended, the Soviet Union was in ruins, especially the large number of young men who had lost money in the war, and it was possible for a comrade like Captain Li, who was upright and well-established and graduated from a prestigious school, to become the director of a large factory or the secretary of the municipal party committee of a small city if he was lucky.

Although the Soviet side also tried its best to keep it, the iron-hearted Captain Li finally returned to China and joined the Northeast Democratic Alliance Army.

It stands to reason that China's red power also attaches great importance to such intellectuals, and it can be said that it is not a problem at all to become a casual cadre. However, Captain Li insisted on going down to the grassroots level, and earnestly hoped to go to the front line of revolutionary work to understand the real situation in his home country.

For such a good comrade, the leaders gave him a big thumbs up in their hearts, and also met his requirements. Even in the organization of such a puritan group as the Red Force, people from top to bottom knew that such a comrade, such a background, such a resume, could be said to have a bright future, for the sake of the revolutionary cause, but also for himself, but to arrange him to the grassroots level, that is the real attention, the real cultivation.

So he became the comrade leader of one of the many task forces in this agrarian revolution.

(Please don't delve into this resume, it's just for the needs of the plot).

Captain Li's identity as an authentic "turtle" is awe-inspiring even for an old grandson who can't read a single word, not to mention that he is still from the big brother Soviet Union. For the farmers of the Northeast, the gods and horses of England and Germany and even the United States, they don't know what it is at all.

However, it is impossible not to know the big-nosed country and the small-nosed country that have brought them deep disasters.

Of course, now the big nose has become the big brother, although the local indigenous grandson has heard the bad deeds of those big noses since he was a child, and he still dismisses them in his heart, but he will not slander this belly when he is old.

What they said was lively, but the person concerned, Captain Li, was silent, and he always had a feeling of unreality when he listened to others tell or boast about his resume.

Although he clearly has such a life in his mind, and even the voice and smile of his dead father are vivid, every time he thinks back to his life over the years, his heart is empty, as if these memories are not personal experiences, but a long series watched from the perspective of a bystander.

"It's almost there, look at that black and mushy piece, isn't it our tunzi?"

Captain Li hurriedly raised his head and saw a long row of earthy yellow houses mixed with blackened green trees near a distant mountain like a cloud of smoke. (To be continued.) )

ps: Let's treat Murong as a corpse.