Chapter 65 three immeasurable people

After the Spring Festival in 1956, one day the director finished telling us about the domestic construction situation and announced a decision to us: You have finished studying the series of documents on the first five-year plan, agricultural co-operatives, handicrafts, and the socialist transformation of private industry and commerce. You have also read news from the newspapers that private enterprises in several large cities have realized public-private partnerships. The knowledge gained about socialist construction is still limited to books.In order to connect theoretical study with practice, you need to see the real situation in the motherland society, so the government will soon organize you to go outside to visit, first to see Fushun, and then to see other cities.

On this day, there was an unprecedented happy atmosphere in the management office. Many people were excited, and some people regarded this incident as a harbinger of release.But I am different from them. I think it may be possible for them, but it is definitely not possible for me.Not only did I not dare to expect extravagant release, but I also felt uneasy about visiting in public. This afternoon, at the edge of the flower bed, I heard someone talking about a problem that worried me. You say, what will the common people do when they see us? I think there will be no trouble if there are government personnel with us, otherwise the government will not let us go out.

I find it difficult to say, what if the common people get excited?I have seen that I was born as a small clerk.This is what Lao Fu, the former minister of the puppet Manchukuo Ministry of Agriculture, said. He used to be a small grain and fodder officer in Zhang Zuolin's army.In case the common people make trouble, who should the government listen to? Don't worry, the government is sure, otherwise it won't let us go. At this time, the new study leader of our group, Lao Chu, a former diplomat from the puppet Wang regime, came over and interjected: I don’t think the government will announce our identities, right?

Do you think people won't know if you don't announce it?The old man laughed at him, do you think it doesn't matter if people from the Northeast don't know you?As long as the people in Northeast China recognize one, they will understand everything!It's not hard to spot one! Lao Yuan's words were right in my heart.The people of Northeast China have been forced to salute Yu Maying for more than ten years. Would it be troublesome to recognize me? The people in Northeast China hate me so much, how can the government believe that they will not be excited when they see me?If I get agitated, will I ask the government for a public trial?The old man is right to ask, who will the government listen to at that time?

At that time, in my mind, the common people were the most ignorant and rude people.I think that although the government and the Communist Party have decided on the policy of leniency and reform, the common people don't care about it;Whether the government was able to cope with it at that time, I doubt it.I think the biggest possibility is to sacrifice me to win the hearts of the people. Many people greeted this visit with joy and encouragement, but I was anxious all day long, as if I was facing a disaster.I did not expect that the people I saw during the visit and the treatment they received were completely opposite to what I had imagined.

I saw many unexpected things during my visit, which I will return to in the next section, but I will now start with some of the most unexpected and immeasurable characters. The first was an ordinary young woman.She is a survivor of the Pingdingshan tragedy and is now the director of the Fushun Open Pit Mine Nursery School.The first thing we visited was Fushun Open Pit Mine.The mine staff told us about the tragedy when they introduced the history of the mine. In the east of the Fushun Open Pit Mine, about four kilometers away from the city center, there is a village with more than a thousand households. The place is called Pingdingshan.Most of the residents here are poor miners.The Japanese bandits invaded the Northeast, and the Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army also appeared in the Fushun area, just like the other places in the Northeast.On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1933, the Nanman Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army attacked the Japanese invaders.The anti-Japanese volunteer army who attacked the Fushun Mine encountered the Japanese invaders in Pingdingshan, killed the Japanese invaders Yangbobao Charcoal Mining Director Watanabe Kanichi and more than a dozen members of the Japanese garrison, and burned the Japanese invaders' warehouses.Before dawn, the Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army moved to the Xinbin area.

After the Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army left, the Japanese bandits decided to take revenge on the unarmed Pingdingshan residents on the charge of banditry.The next day, six teams of the Japanese garrison surrounded Pingdingshan. More than 190 murderers and some traitors, armed with bayonet-mounted rifles, drove people out from door to door. They were all driven to the hillside outside the village.When more than 3,000 people from the village had gathered, all six machine guns covered in black cloth on the Japanese invaders' car were exposed and fired at the crowd.More than three thousand people, adults and children, men and women, sick old people and pregnant women, all fell into a pool of blood.The robbers and murderers were not reconciled, so they stabbed them again with bayonets one by one. Some used leather shoes to kick out the intestines of people who were still alive, and some used bayonets to cut open the stomachs of pregnant women, picked out unborn babies and held them up and shouted: This is the little big knife bandit!

After the wild beasts were massacred, fearing the people's revenge, they tried to cover up the corpses and wiped out all traces. They burned six or seven hundred houses with gasoline, bombarded the mountains with cannons, covered the corpses, and sealed off the surrounding area with gill nets to prevent outsiders from passing through. .Afterwards, it also sternly announced to the surrounding villages that whoever takes in those who escaped from Pingdingshan will have their whole family die instead.During the day, smoke and dust enveloped Pingdingshan, and at night, the flames lit up half of the sky.Since then, Pingdingshan has become a barren mountain where bones are piled up.Later, a sad ballad spread around Fushun:

Back then Pingdingshan was densely populated, A bloodbath spreads weeds all over the place, pick up a brick, pick up a human bone, The Japanese invaders killed our parents and compatriots, Blood feud will never disappear! But the Japanese bandits can't stop the heroic Pingdingshan people, nor can they scare the heroic Fushun workers.A five-year-old girl named Fang Surong escaped from a pool of blood and was secretly taken in by a disabled old miner.She survived, and today she is a historical witness of blood. After we finished watching the mine, when it was our turn to visit the welfare work in the mine, we went to visit the nursery where Fang Surong worked.Director Fang went to Shenyang on business that day, and the staff of the institute told us about the meeting between Japanese war criminals and Fang Surong yesterday.

Japanese war criminals came to visit the nursery, and the staff said, "I'm sorry, we didn't let the director receive you, because she is from Pingdingshan, and we don't want her to be stimulated."Almost all the Japanese war criminals knew about the Pingdingshan incident. When they heard this, they looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to do.Afterwards, they had a discussion and decided that they should apologize to the person who suffered from the disaster of the Japanese imperialists, and begged her to come out and meet them.The female staff members were very reluctant, but after repeated pleadings, Director Fang was finally invited.

After all the Japanese war criminals bowed to her to express their apology, they asked her to tell about their experiences at that time.Fang Surong agreed. I still remember it clearly, she said, the front and back are neighbors, my grandfather led me, and my mother hugged my brother, who still can't speak.Guizibing yelled at the traitors to take pictures.I asked my grandpa, what is photography, grandpa gave me a freshly made windmill and said don't ask, don't ask That's how five-year-old Fang Surong followed the whole village, including his grandfather who built a sorghum stalk windmill, his widowed mother, and his brother who couldn't speak, to the execution ground.When the machine gun rang, Grandpa pressed her under him, and she passed out before she could cry.When she woke up, she was surrounded by blood, dust and smoke filled the sky, covering the stars in the sky. Eight bullet and bayonet wounds had left her in unbearable pain, but worse still was terror.Grandpa has stopped talking, and mother and brother are gone.She crawled from the pile of corpses to her village, where there were only embers and smoke.She ran and crawled, climbed out of a gill net, covered her face with her hands and lay trembling on the ground beside the sorghum stubble.An old man picked her up and wrapped her in a ragged coat, and she fell asleep again. The old man was an old miner. He experienced a life in Fushun when he came to Qianjinzhai, selling bedding, new ones for old ones, and old ones for sacks. Kicked out, in his later years he had to rely on selling cigarettes for a living.He quietly took Fang Surong to the big house where single workers lived, and put him in a broken sack.More than 200 people sleep together in this big house, and the old man occupies a corner of the ground, where the sacks are placed, and they are tied in the mouth during the day, like all the homeless bags, no one notices, and at night people are When he fell asleep, he secretly opened the sack and fed the little girl.But this was not a long-term solution. The grandfather asked her uncle's address, pretended to be moving, picked up sacks and cigarette boxes, slipped through the devil's blockade, and sent her to her uncle's house in a village not far away.Uncle didn't dare to keep her at home, so he had to hide in the haystack in the wild, bringing her food and drink every night, and treating her wounds.In this way, when the snow was about to fall, she was sent to a relative's house in a farther village, and she survived under a different name. From the soul to the skin, Fang Surong, who was full of wounds, looked forward to the surrender of the Japanese devils with extraordinary hatred, but the Japanese garrison in Fushun was replaced by the KMT's security team, and the traitors raised by Japan were replaced by the robbers of the five sons. officials, corrupt officials, large and small, riding on the heads of the people.Vagabond is still vagabond, trauma is still trauma, hate is still hate.The old blood debt is not cleared, and the new hatred is written on the hearts of the people of Fushun.In order to deal with the people's resistance, Chiang Kai-shek's army inherited the Sanguang policy of the Japanese bandits in this area, and disaster struck Fang Surong's hometown again.Fang Surong suffered for another four years, and finally waited for this day when her hometown was liberated and her life began to see sunshine.The party and the people's government found her, and she was raised, educated, worked, had a family, and had children.Now she is a model worker in Fushun City. Today, this person who grew up in hatred and tears and has a powerful regime behind her is facing a group of Japanese war criminals who committed heinous crimes against the Chinese. How does she treat them? Based on my vengeance, when I met you criminals today, I would not be able to relieve my hatred even if I bit them to death.However, she said this, I am a member of the Communist Party, and what is more important to me now is our socialist cause, which is a great cause to transform the world, not my personal grievances or interests.For this cause, our party has formulated various policies, I believe in them, I implement them, and for the benefit of this cause, I can never mention my personal grievances. She means forgiveness! This is the forgiveness that made hundreds of Japanese war criminals stunned, and it was the forgiveness that made them shed tears of shame and regret.Weeping excitedly, they knelt down in front of her and demanded that the Chinese government punish them, because this kind of forgiveness is not ordinary forgiveness. It is really unimaginable that an ordinary young woman can have such a great bearing.However, I have personally encountered something even more unimaginable.Assuming that Fang Surong is a Communist Party member and a working cadre, and her position requires her to do so (this is hard enough to understand), then what is the reason for the ordinary peasants in the Taishanpu countryside? Taishan Fort is the seat of an agricultural cooperative on the outskirts of Fushun.The next morning, on the way to this agricultural cooperative, my heart was always in a state of agitation, thinking about the accusations of the farmers in the report materials, and imagining how the farmers with deep hatred would treat me.I'm sure that what Fang Surong did to war criminals, ignorant and rough farmers would never be able to do.I met some workers and their families in the Fushun mining area yesterday, and they didn’t behave rudely to us. Even when we walked into a building and visited the workers’ dormitories, an old lady tried to let me go as if she was a guest. Into the room with the polished floor.I thought at the time that it was because you didn't know our identities. If you knew, all these civilized manners would be lost.When we visited the workers' nursing home yesterday, the institute asked us to visit the elderly separately.These are people who have been miners all their lives or were kicked out of the mine by the Japanese because of work-related injuries and disabilities. They were helpless and wandered on the streets.As soon as the People's Government was established, it rescued them and converted the former Japanese luxury hotel into this nursing home, allowing them to spend their old age in peace.They play chess, grow flowers, read newspapers, and carry out various recreational activities according to their own interests.The old man whom I visited with several partners told us what happened in his life, which was tantamount to an indictment full of blood, tears and hatred.Hearing what he said about the suffering of the miners under the Manchukuo regime, I was ashamed and scared at the same time.I was afraid that he would recognize me, so I kept hiding in the corner, not daring to make a sound.I noticed at the time that on the wall of the old man's hut, there were no photos of the men, women and children in the worker's dormitory, but only a portrait of Chairman Mao.Obviously, the old man does not have a relative in the world, and even if he did, they would not be closer to him than the person in this photo.But can Chairman Mao's policy of reforming criminals pass in his mind?At least he won't agree to leniency for those traitors, right? On the first day of the visit, whenever I encountered a crowded place, I always tried to keep my head down.I found that I was not the only one like this. In the entire visiting ranks, no prisoner dared to vent his anger.The big chin who supervised the construction of the Japanese temple in Fushun was even more ashen-faced. He always squeezed into the center of the line and tried to hide behind others.When we arrived at Taishan Fort, almost no one dared to raise their faces.In this way, we listened anxiously to the history and current situation of the agricultural cooperative told by the director of the agricultural cooperative, and then followed him to see new farm tools, chicken farms, vegetable greenhouses, barns, warehouses, etc.We saw not many people along the way, and many commune members were working in the fields.The attitudes of the people we met in several places we visited were very kind, and some even put down their work and stood up to greet us.I'm glad people didn't recognize me, and I hope it always will be.But in the end, when I was visiting a member, I could no longer hide myself. The family I visited with several partners was named Liu. There were five members in total. The old couple participated in agricultural labor.When we went, only Aunt Liu was at home.While she was cooking, she saw the commune officials leading us in, hurriedly took off their aprons, and let us into the north room with a new cement roof.She treated us like real guests, according to the customs of the Northeast, let us enter the inner room and sit on the kang.I sat on the edge of the Kang, next to a lying cabinet at the base of the west wall. On the cabinet were a horseshoe watch with a glass cover, a polished tea set, symmetrically arranged porcelain vases and tea mugs. A commune cadre who accompanied us did not tell Mrs. Liu who we were, but said to her: These few are here to visit, to see the life of our commune members, tell me about it!Aunt Liu is not good at eloquence, but from her intermittent and scattered memories, I still heard that this family of seven who planted seven acres of land earlier lived a life like a beggar in Manchukuo.They grow rice, but eat acorn noodles. If a grain of rice is found at home, they are economic criminals, and all the rice is out of pocket.I heard that there was a man on the street who vomited out rice when he fell ill, and the police arrested him.The whole family is dressed in sloppy clothes.But there are still not as good as ours, the eldest girl wears a sack.One year during the Chinese New Year, the child had no food in his stomach, let alone the cold one. The old man said, let’s have a sneaky meal of rice. Well, the police came into the village in the middle of the night, and the whole family was terrified.It turned out that they were catching up and ordered to cut down trees and dig fences. They said it was to prevent beards. What beards are not afraid of our anti-Japanese coalition forces!The old man caught it.Few of the villagers were able to come back alive after being labored. Just as she was talking, her son came back.He is very small, and after a closer look, he has short legs, and he was originally a handicapped person.He answered many of our questions and talked about the past. In the old society, this young man was born with a disability that made him live like a dog. Now he is a bookkeeper in a warm cellar, with dignity like others. working.From the eyes of this man who was less than thirty years old, I saw the hatred and anger towards the past life.However, when the topic turned to today's life, like his mother, his eyes and voice were full of joy and confidence.The difference between him and his mother is that he seldom talks about family affairs, but he talks about the production of greenhouse vegetables in the commune.The vegetables in this commune are mainly supplied to the needs of urban areas, regardless of the seasons, and are supplied all year round; most of the vegetable varieties did not exist before liberation.When he was counting the output of tomatoes, big green peppers and other varieties, his mother stopped the conversation and said that his family had never seen tomatoes before, and even ordinary Chinese cabbage was rarely eaten.From the vegetables to the life of eating bran-soaked vegetables in the past, Mrs. Liu opened an urn lid in the corner of the room and let us see the rice inside.At this time, the son couldn't help laughing and said: "What's there to see about rice?"She immediately retorted: There is nothing to see now, but how many times did you see it in Kant's year? Mrs. Liu's words hit my heart heavily. When I first walked into this family's door, I was worried that someone would ask my name, and now I feel that it would be unforgivable not to say my name before stepping out of this door cheat. I stood up, bowed my head to Aunt Liu and said: The Kant you mentioned is Pu Yi, the traitorous emperor of Manchukuo, and that is me.I apologize to you. Before I finished speaking, several pseudo-ministers and pseudo-generals who came with me stood up. I'm the fake labor minister who catches the laborers I am the minister of the Ministry of Agriculture and Agriculture who is engaged in the export of grain and grain I am the commander of the puppet military area who arrested the soldiers for the devils The old lady was stunned.Obviously this was beyond her expectations.Even if she knew that the person who came to visit was a traitor, she might not have expected our name and specific identity. Even if she knew my name and identity, she might not have expected to plead guilty to her and ask her to forgive me. How did she get lost?Scold it?cry?Or go out and call all the neighbors and the family members of the victims of the past to vent their anger together? No.She sighed.This is the sigh that melts the congealed air and my heart: It's all over, don't talk anymore!She wiped her tears, as long as you are willing to learn well, listen to Chairman Mao's words, and be a decent person will be fine! It turned out that we were weeping silently. After hearing this sentence, we all burst into tears. I know who you are.The son who didn't speak for a long time said that Chairman Mao said that most criminals can be reformed.His old man's words can't be wrong.If you reform and plead guilty, the common people will forgive you! These two ordinary peasants, who I imagined to be rough, ignorant, excitable and hateful peasants who cared nothing about reformation and leniency, just forgave us in this way! This is such a great man that it is impossible to measure by my yardstick. I judge them with the most despicable and shameful bad intentions, but they treat us with such great and noble kindness. They are the people who are in charge of their own affairs today. The powerful government and army led by the Communist Party all stand behind them. In front of them are the criminals who committed heinous crimes against them, but they have given them forgiveness! Why do they trust the Party and Chairman Mao so much?How could they accept the party's policy of reforming criminals from the bottom of their hearts?And why do the Communist Party and the people's government trust the people so much, and believe that they will definitely accept its policies? This visit also gave me the answer.