Portable Space: Rebirth in the Red Era

The farm work in the field is all over, and the children have gone to school honestly. The villagers who have been busy for a year are about to start cat winter. This is the most leisurely time of the year, and it is also their favorite time. day.Of course, before Maodong, there is one more important thing to do, what's the matter, of course it is to pay the public rations.

Every summer and autumn, after harvesting the grain in the field, most of it must be handed over to the country to support national construction. The villagers call it public grain, and the remaining small part belongs to the village collective. of.Every year in summer and autumn, after the crops are harvested, farmers can be seen everywhere driving ox carts or carts full of grain to the communes.

This day is the day when Qinghewan pays public grain.Two days ago, the village chief calculated this year's grain harvest, and this year's harvest was not bad. Excluding what was handed over to the state, the remaining part was enough to ensure that the villagers would not go hungry.The village head has been cheerful all day for the past two days. This kind of year can make the villagers full, which shows that he is still very qualified as the village head.

Father Du will also go with him today, and when Ya'er heard this, he became interested.Now the little friends in the village are all going to school, and now Ya'er has nothing else to do except teasing the squirrel that sleeps all day, so I have a little chat.No, when I heard that Father Du was going to the town, I clamored to go with him.

"Daddy, let's take Ya'er with you too. Ya'er promises to be obedient, and I want to go to the waste station to help my brothers find comic books." In addition to chatting, Ya'er also wants to go to the commune's waste collection station See if you can find any treasures. [

Father Du has always been unprincipled towards Ya'er, if he sees the little girl acting like a baby with him, he should go if he wants to.This time, many villagers are together, and I am not afraid that no one will look at Ya'er.

After breakfast, Ya'er waved to his brothers with a smile on their faces of "you're sneaking again, you didn't tell us", followed Father Du to join the group, and turned back to the brothers while walking Shouted, "Big brother, little brother, you have to listen to the teacher's lecture carefully, I will bring you delicious food back.".

Ya'er was put on the first oxcart of the grain delivery team by Du's father. The driver was an experienced driver in the village. It is said that he had driven the cart for 30 years. Everyone in the village called him the boss of the cart.Ya'er sat with bags of grain under his buttocks, and looked back at the long food delivery team.There are only two ox carts in Qinghe Bay, and the rest are the carts of the uncles and uncles in the village. The bumpy mountain road is not easy to walk. Although it is early winter, the forehead is covered with sweat. Although we are tired, we are proud.

The convoy walked very slowly, and it was near noon that the commune compound was seen from a distance.Next to the door hung a big sign saying "Red Flag Commune Revolutionary Military Committee", referred to as the Revolutionary Committee.In fact, the commune was not originally called by this name.But since Director Wu became the second in command of the commune, he said that he should call for it at any time and everywhere, so he changed the original Xiaoqingshan Commune into a name with such a characteristic of the times as Hongqi Commune.

At this point, Qinghewan's food delivery team finally couldn't move.Why, because the front is tightly blocked.Looking at the people in front, many of them were still holding some quotations from Chairman Mao. The old village chief who often came to the commune for meetings knew what was going on at a glance.What's the matter, I'm holding a criticism meeting.During the criticism meeting, many ordinary people held this book of quotations in their hands, for fear that they would make a mistake when they wanted to say something.It can be said that many fellow villagers do not know a single character, but they are familiar with the quotations.Just open your mouth, and sometimes you have to memorize a quotation before even saying hello.

In the past few years, there have been criticism and struggle meetings in the commune every three days.Especially after Director Wu became the second in command, it was basically like this every day.As for the object of criticism, Director Wu doesn't worry at all, he has a small notebook, which is densely recorded with reactionary tendencies.From the teachers in the school to the ordinary people who accidentally said something, as long as someone informs, they will be criticized.Director Wu would also flip through his little book when he had a whim, and whenever he clicked on a page, he would criticize the person written on that page.At this time, ordinary people usually have to think about what they say, for fear of accidentally committing some taboos.

Seeing that the crowds of convoys couldn't get in, the village chief went in alone, thinking about inquiring about the situation, and he couldn't let the villagers go back.After a while, the village chief squeezed back sweating profusely.

"No one is collecting public grain now, and the leaders of the commune are busy holding a criticism meeting. They said that all the folks in our village should also participate, and the public grain can only be collected after the criticism meeting is over."In this era, nothing is as big as class struggle.

In the end, it was agreed that a few people would be left to look after the food, and the rest would follow to the commune yard to hold a criticism meeting.Father Du was worried about leaving Ya'er alone in the cart, so he picked her up and squeezed into the yard of the commune with the villagers.In her whole life, Ya'er had heard stories from elders who had experienced the brutality of the struggle. After all, those university experts and professors were the key targets of the Communist Party's criticism.However, although this generation was born in this era, they haven't seen how the Criticism Meeting is held yet.Thinking of this, Ya'er opened her eyes wide and looked around. At this moment, she didn't realize that the real situation was far more tragic than she imagined.

Ya'er was looking at it curiously, when suddenly someone from the crowd in front shouted, "Make way, make way, the gangsters are coming up, the stinky old nine is coming up."Ya'er was taken aback, and Father Du hugged his daughter tightly when he saw this, and couldn't help but regret why he brought her here to watch some kind of criticism meeting.But now that the criticism meeting has started, I dare not send my daughter out again.

Ya'er, who was being held in Du's arms, had a good vision. Looking over from a distance, he saw a spontaneously vacant path in the crowd.Director Wu, who had been to Qinghe Bay, walked in the front proudly, followed by two young revolutionary generals with red armbands pressing down on a middle-aged man in shackles.The middle-aged man was not only wearing shackles, but also had a big sign hanging around his neck, with red paint clearly written on it, "Smelly old nine, capitalist roader Zhang Zeyuan".

When they got on the stage, the two young generals kicked the middle-aged man's knee fiercely, and with a bang, the middle-aged man was thrown onto the stage hard.When kneeling down on the platform, the sound made everyone's hearts tremble, these two young generals are really too ruthless.But although everyone thought so in their hearts, no one dared to say it out. If anyone showed any signs, he would be the next to kneel on the stage.

Master Wu stood in the center in a vigorous manner, ready to use all his strength to criticize and fight.This is the criminal with the biggest crime in his hands. In the past, they were all shrimp soldiers and crab generals. They were accused of petty crimes, and it was really not fun to criticize them.

Thinking of this, Director Wu raised his hand, and the two young generals immediately grabbed the shackles around the middle-aged man's neck and pulled them back vigorously.The painful and numb expression of the middle-aged man immediately appeared in front of everyone. It was a kind of numbness so numb that he could no longer feel physical pain.The people under the stage could see his expression clearly. At this moment, many people couldn't bear it. If the criticism continues, this person will be finished.

It was the first time I saw Ya'er who was criticizing the tragic struggle, and I felt pain, numbness, and sadness in my heart, which can be said to be mixed.But this couldn't match Ya'er's shock when she saw the middle-aged man's appearance clearly.She knew this person, no, to be more precise, it was the person Du Xuanjin knew more than 30 years later in her previous life.Zhang Zeyuan, an academician of the medical school of University B, Du Xuanjin of the previous life often asked him questions during college.

In Du Xuanjin's impression, he was an old man with profound knowledge, noble medical ethics, but very easy-going.Du Xuanjin had eaten at his home more than once, played chess with him, and in Du Xuanjin's heart respected him as her own grandfather.It is a pity that Du Xuanjin died of illness less than a year after graduation.Ya'er did not expect that when she had the opportunity to meet this amiable and respectable elder again, it would be in such a tragic situation.

Ya'er, who was in deep thought, was awakened by another cry. "Folks, you must see clearly the sinful face of this stinky old nine capitalist roaders. You must always keep class struggle in mind," Director Wu yelled through a loudspeaker.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were attracted to him, Director Wu coughed and continued to shout, "Folks, we must always be vigilant and draw a clear line from these capitalist roaders. They are our enemies, and we must put these Counter-revolutionaries, lackeys of capitalism, and stinky old nine can no longer stand up for criticizing, we must criticize every day and always criticize the struggle."

Under Director Wu's impassioned speech, the criticism session continued.Every time Director Wu said something, he would look at Zhang Zeyuan.The two young revolutionary generals at the back also cooperated very well. Seeing that he still had the expression of not pleading guilty, they kicked Zhang Zeyuan.But Zhang Zeyuan always kept his back straight and said nothing.Hmph, none of the people they criticized before did not plead guilty.Feeling the loss of face, the two young generals couldn't help feeling resentful in their hearts, and they stepped harder.In the entire commune compound, apart from Director Wu's high-pitched and loud criticism, there was only the sound of kicking Zhang Zeyuan's back. [

Many people below couldn't bear to look at the tragic scene of the criticism, but they dared not stop watching. Director Wu above was staring at them.Today's scene had a great impact on the villagers of Qinghewan, who lived in the mountains all day long and had never really seen the cruelty of criticism.In their simple concept, they really can't understand why they criticize this very powerful expert. Shouldn't experts be respected?They feel confused, and they can also feel that the people being criticized seem to be innocent, but they have no choice but to follow along with the criticism.

Others didn't notice Ya'er's expression, but Father Du, who was holding her all the time, could see the tears on Ya'er's face clearly, and was shocked, the child was really frightened, "Ya'er, don't be afraid Daddy is here." Father Du coaxed Ya'er and blamed the Red Guards who had nothing to do all day long.

Until Zhang Zeyuan finally couldn't hold on and passed out on the stage, this respectable scholar kept his spine straight.The target of the criticism was criticized and passed out, so the criticism meeting was temporarily suspended, and the criticism will continue tomorrow.Zhang Zeyuan was casually forgotten on the stage.