In May 1947, during the Battle of Menglianggu, I was interviewing on the battlefield. With the sound of cannons, I rushed to the foot of a high mountain, looking up at the peak of the mountain in the moonlight. On the top of the Menglianggu slope, the four super-large words "Preferential Captives" on the stone pile are very eye-catching.
I pointed to the slogan and was talking to the soldier who was escorting my battlefield interview. I heard someone calling me: "Comrade reporter, Comrade reporter!" I turned around quickly and saw a soldier carrying a short gun, leaving the marching team, shaking my hand tightly and said, "I didn't expect to see you here, I'm so happy!" I didn't recognize him: "The chief is..." "Ah! What chief, we are Wang Dali!" "Ah! Are you Comrade Dali? I'm so tired by your military outfit!" "No, no," the soldier beside Wang Dali, "No, he is the leader of our company."
"Oh," I continued, "Then you know, your village militia is promoted to the main force?" "Yes," the soldier said, "The Kuomintang rebels." The landlord, the old poisonous scorpion, came to the village for dozens of people to return to the village. The militia in Huangheya Village made dumplings in a dark night. Not many people missed the net. Even the old poisonous scorpion probably saw the King of Hell! "I praised it and asked again: "When will you be promoted to the main force?" "One month ago."
Wang Dali said: "Ah, I'm sorry," he turned around and pointed to the prisoners moving forward in the valley: " Zhang Lingfu gives us three thousand, we have to go check and carry out the escort mission."
I looked at his back running, and the miserable person who had been cruelly exploited by the landlord's old poisonous scorpion, grew up in the storm of land reform, and mastered the seal in the class struggle!
1, Visit the poor and ask for trouble
Yellow River Cliff is located on the southern foot of Yimeng Mountain District , and is the key to entering and leaving the mountains. There are more than 200 households in the village and about 700 households. The whole village has good houses, good land, good mountains and good water, and is occupied by the landlord Yang Qi, an old poisonous scorpion. Eighty percent of the poor hired farmers have become his tenants, long-term workers, cattle and shepherds, living in the fire pit.
On the eve of the Kuomintang reactionary forces' focus on attacking Shandong's liberated areas, I joined the land reform armed work team to enter the Yellow River Cliff. The ten team members were divided into five groups, and Captain Fang and I lived at Wang Dali's house where we met on the battlefield. The three snail houses in his house on the hillside still leave an impression:
ridge-stone stacked house walls. Dead trees press on the grass. Tie the wooden door rope. The eaves are low and the person has half his head. In the afternoon, I was pressed against the wall in front of the door, and there was an old man who looked like he was smoking a dry cigarette. He:
wore a hood with a slit and slimming wind hood, a collar and patched cold jacket, a half-tied strap, and a two-colored monk's shoes. Captain Fang shouted, "Uncle, you..." He stood up suddenly, "What? How can we match?" "Ah?" Captain said embarrassedly, "So it's brother." "We are so poor that we are not worthy."
"What are you talking about?" Captain clenched his hand, "I just joined the Eighth Route Army because of the revolution. We were once a little shepherd from the landlord's family who couldn't hold his pants." Dali excitedly pulled the captain and me into the seat and said, "You shouldn't afford the wooden bench, I'm sorry, brothers are sitting on the stone mat!"
sat down for a long time, and Dali put a stack of chaff pancakes on the small square table beside him, a pot of boiled peppers, and a bowl of "glass paste". Dali wanted us to eat, but his mouth was swinging but he couldn't open his mouth. Captain
understood his heart, and stood up and said, "Brother, you can use the whole family, we have prepared it there." Captain and I came out and walked out of the village and asked, "Captain, you said..." Captain
hurriedly waved his hand: "You don't see you, a few pancakes on the table, we have eaten, how can his family have enough?" "Yes, yes," I replied, "I'm afraid Dali thinks we both think we are bad." "It's possible, I'll talk about it in the future." Qing. "The captain of
asked me, "I was talking to Dali, but he didn't answer the problem when he was going to land reform. Why?" I said, "We didn't understand that the old poisonous scorpion put down his words in the city through his dog legs. If a poor boy made land reform with the Eighth Route Army, he would lead the army to chop off his head. I guess he had doubts." The captain said, "I think so too. We have to remove the lump stone in his mind."
At night, we slept in the grass nest between Dali's stove. I was so hungry that I sang a big show, and I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I was confused for a while and it was dawn.Dali brought his 7-year-old son, took a machete, carried a large basket, rolled up the pancakes on the stone mattress by the wall, and went to the back mountain to chop firewood while eating. The captain poked me, and I hurriedly got up and wore good clothes together. Because I didn't get anything yesterday, I was so hungry that I couldn't greet Dali's wife. I also rolled two pancakes on the man and caught up with the back mountain while eating.
Dali saw us chasing us and shouted, "What are you doing when you are cold in the wind?" The captain said, "Brothers and sons are less caring than us, aren't you freezing?" "Different," Dali said, "We're used to having sex with our kids, it's okay, but..." The captain said, "Let's go! In the winter of nine, we're ragged and ragged shoes, snow and ice, we're making trouble for the landlords..." "Okay," Dali said, "You can do it." Then he pointed to the slopes of the slopes in front of him: "Let's chop, you two move the baskets with our little ones." He took off his patchwork of cold-proof jacket, waved his machete, and fell down the bushes.
Not long afterwards, he was steaming all over his head, and took off the wind hood and fanned the wind. We and his little ones filled the big basket like a small hill bag. If we didn't install it, we untied our legs and the whole two big bundles.
The sun was going west, and I carried a big basket forward with great strength, and we each carried a bundle behind us. When I arrived at the door, Dali and Captain fell in love with nothing, and I was so tired! I put down the firewood bundle, moved two sour and wooden legs, and slurped onto the haystack in the stove. The captain was afraid that Dali would find out, so the next day, he didn't let us go up the back mountain to help chop wood, so he came to tell me sign language, and I got up knowingly.
Early the next day, the captain heard the movement and jumped up with me. Dali has already walked a long way to take his youngest! Because it was cold last night, we slept in a dress and chased after us.
Dali's mouth held the pancakes in his hand and said, "Comrade, help us make up the firewood, how can I be hungry? Come on, bring it with me." The captain took all the pancakes in his hand and said, "Sister-in-law, I didn't see that there was a stack of pancakes on the stone pier last night. Is it hungry with two and three hands?" The sister-in-law smiled and said nothing.
Captain said, "We have eaten on credit for the time being, and we will calculate together in the future." "Look at what comrade said, do our best to pay for us?" My sister-in-law's voice was still ringing in her ears, and we had already gone a long way.
Dali said to us emotionally: "Comrade, Dali went up the back mountain in the dark today. I want to leave you alone, but I am here again. Dali is sorry!" The captain said: "Brother, why are the family talking about something?" I thought, it seems that through labor, we and Dali have been emotionally integrated. This time it was done faster than last time, and the firewood was almost the same, so I came back in the afternoon.
I am much better today than yesterday. My legs are not sore and I feel sore. I went to each group with the captain and went back around, hoo! The small square table was filled with: a pot of red-faced meat balls (mashed meat bones and sorghum), and a pair of beans steamed potato vines (before the potato is harvested, the vines are cut back, chopped and dried, put them in a large basket, and filled with food in winter and spring). I was a little jealous when I saw it, and I didn't feel tired.
Captain politely and took me to sit together! Dali held up the chopsticks and asked us to eat them. The captain said, "Brother, you're a family, your life is tight, how can you..." Dali said, "Our captain, what are these? They are not on the table."
But I was greedy and moved my chopsticks in advance. The big red meat was so round and put into my mouth. After chewing it a few times, "Oh", I almost screamed, it was difficult to swallow it, so I had to swallow it whole. Seeing that I stopped stretching out my chopsticks, Dali picked up three or four more pieces into my bowl. I couldn't push it off, so I had to swallow it whole.
bean noodles (very rare) steamed potato vine. I tasted it and ate three big bowls in a row. Dali said: "Okay, comrade reporters have made our belly." This reminded me that to integrate emotionally with poor tenants, we must not only pass the labor and life to report on land reform.
At night, we came to the stove with our old dry tobacco. We were already lying down, we quickly got up, and pressed Dali: "Don't, let's have fun with our comrades."He sat down by the grass shop: "Captain, are you blamed us?" I talked to us several times about land reform, but we never answered it, but why don’t I want to have my own land in my heart! "I know," the captain said, "Brother (finger)..." "Yes, yes," Dali said, "Captain can see correctly, we will shake our hearts with you, we will make trouble here (finger)..." The captain said, "Whoever makes trouble with the Eighth Route Army will lead the army from there to chop off the heads."
"Yes, yes," Dali said, "The poor guy is afraid, we are that too. "The captain said, "Did you think about it?" This is exactly what the old scorpion hopes for. Brothers don’t know that the Japanese devils were chewing their teeth back then, and the Eighth Route Army inside grew stronger and stronger as they fought. "Da Li nodded continuously: "That's right, right." "Of course," said the captain, "The sky is about to roll in dark clouds. If we carry out land reform, the old poisonous scorpion will make a comeback. If the dogs come back with the power of the people, how many people do he have? How many of us have? Our poor brothers who are dozens of times more than him unite, with the red Yimeng Mountain supporting him, who will hit the ground? "
Dali stood up and said, "Captain, what you said makes us happy! Don’t leave, you can stalk on our Yellow River Cliff! "The captain said: "Brother, we must plant our land reform, sow our land reform, and bear fruit. It is incomparable to us! "Comrade, I listened very hard! "He lie down on the captain, "Tell me, tell me."
2. Bloody and tears accused
0 After ten days of visiting the poor and asking about the hardships, he took root and connected. Judging from the reports of each group, the team meeting believed that the poor tenants started to mobilize, and they vomited their hearts and lungs to the work team like Wang Dali. They all longed to have their own land to regain the life of the old scorpion tyrant, and they would not be scared to change the weather. The next day of the working team meeting, the team decided to hold a meeting for the crime of the old scorpion. Notify that those carrying hoes, those who shouldered iron and palladium, and those who carried sticks all filled the venue early.
slogans were posted on the tree poles around the walls: "Follow the Communist Party, be determined to make land reform! "Our farmer association holds the seal in the world! "The old poisonous scorpion owes our ancestors blood and tears debts! "The first person to go on stage to accuse Wang Dali. He cried like rain, "Dad! You died miserably, Mom, you have been begging in the country for more than ten years and you are still alive? Dad! You heroic spirit underground, you are in distress! Mom! Little sister! Today we will overturn the feudal stone mountain that will kill us and escape. Let’s take the blood of the old poisonous scorpion pit and kill us for two generations! "
Then he scolded: his father rented 50 pieces of old poisonous scorpion land, each of which was sandwiched between the cracks of the rocks. The big ones were not as big as his house, and the small ones were not as good as the millstone plate. The old poisonous scorpion forced to make ten acres of land, and it was stipulated that each acre would pay five dou of valleys per acre, totaling five dou of valleys. The good years were still in harmony, and he would take two or eight dou of bacon to spend the day and month. But more than ten years ago, God was blind and had a severe drought. He had no harvest. What did he pay for rent for the valley? Seeing that the whole family was so hungry that he was suffering from his sex life, he pressed his sex to ask for the old potion. Scorpion, asks to pay the rented valley with grace, and then borrow two dou of life grain.
The old poisonous scorpion smiled and asked the housekeeper to set up a loan note. His father pressed his handprint and carried it back to the valley. His father, who did not recognize his words, was a little relieved, but asked someone to look at the loan note. Oh my god! His father was like five thunder and died in the wrong way. It turned out that the loan note was borrowed one tumbler and two dougu, and the settlement was settled every year, and the profit was not paid back. The loan was one tumbler and two dougu until the second tumbler was paid back three in the year.
When his father woke up, he vomited blood, "Old poisonous scorpion! You're killing our whole family! "He passed away in a few days. His mother cried to death with a pair of children. After his father got down to the ground, his mother left Erdou Valley and carried his little sister to beg for the countryside. He was plotted as a long-term worker and rented the valley by the old poisonous scorpion. He worked as a cattle and horse for 5 years, but he had not paid it back yet.
Dali said: "Friends, we are so confused! It was a frightening moment. The Eighth Route Army leaders are in the revolution, seeking grievances, digging the roots of poverty, dividing the land, and living in the world. Everyone is united and only dealing with the old poisonous scorpion, can't they make trouble? Like our father, alas, there is no place to deal with grudges, only death! Our mother, our little sister..."
choked with sobs, and the second brother of Li rushed to the stage to catch it and said, "Big nephew! You untie the old man’s heart! "This middle peasant who was sixty years old was away from home, and the work team rushed into the village and avoided it.The poor brother squatted at the base of the sun wall smoking old dry tobacco and discussing land reform. He settled the exploitation accounts with the old poisonous scorpion. He pointed and said, "Be careful!" and walked quickly.
At this time, he asked himself, "Aren't we the old poisonous scorpion's mouth? Hum, Hum, Hum, Li Lao Er! We must be like our eldest nephew, and have a land reform with the Eighth Route Army. We can't let the old poisonous scorpion ride on our heads and piss it on our heads, and we will slap it to death!" He said that his ancestors left three acres of flat land, which can be irrigated when drought (there is a spring water flowing through the land on the mountain), and it can be discharged by itself if flooding. Usually, we can collect three dans of grain per acre per year; plus two acres of poor land in old poisonous scorpion, we paid the rented dans. The family of eight, Qinghuang didn't deal with some bran and vegetables, and life was still acceptable. But the disaster came. One day, the old poisonous scorpion's two dog legs were wrapped in a white cloth and put them on Li Lao Er's bed, and found that his house was covered with a quilt.
Li Lao Er blocked the question of the love, and the dog legs grabbed and beat them without saying a word, and scolded: "You still dare to open your mouth? My father told me that this cat is more precious than your life. If you beat him to death, you will be able to fight." At that time, Li Lao Er was beaten to the ground, and the whole family was so crying that they knelt down and begged him not to beat him again.
号 said, "If you die, okay, but you will die, and you will be buried as if your ancestors died. His three acres of good land belong to the master, which is considered as a compensation for the value of the dead cat." Dog Leopard took out the letter and grabbed Li Lao Er in a coma and pressed his handprint.
During the few days when Li Lao Er was in a coma, the dog-legged forced his family to move the dead cat to the main house, light an oil lamp, serve food, and wear mourning clothes and mourning. He forced the coffin to be buried, and asked the monk to recite scriptures and save him. After Li Lao Er woke up, he thought about the fact that his land was gone and his home was destroyed. How could he live after the fight? It was better to die. But he was unwilling to accept it and did not dare to vomit for many years.
work team came to the scene and was fooled by the old poisonous scorpion city, saying, "We are afraid that we will still be the old poisonous scorpion's mouth." He cried, "Old poisonous scorpion! Use a dead cat to harm us, take our land, and almost take our life! What are we afraid of? Dig out the root of poverty of the old poisonous scorpion, welcome the earth god home, and hold the seal as the master. Let's follow our nephew!"
"Okay! Old brother, we are 70, we are almost ten years older than you, make land reform, live a life, and don't let you go!" Uncle Zhou, who rented six acres of gangland land in the old poisonous scorpion, came to the stage to accuse him.
He said with tears in his face that year, his son and daughter-in-law were urging the old poisonous scorpion to rent the valley, and forced him to hide a few Dougu to let his father and his fifteen-year-old daughter survive the famine. Often, he and his granddaughter always eat noodles and bran vegetables. His son and daughter-in-law swallowed wild vegetables and bark from the mountains. In a few days, they were swollen, their heads were bulging like large glass balls, and their skin was cracked and yellow water flowed. They tortured to death.
Uncle Zhou grabbed his heart with his hands and cried in pain: "We used to think it was my fate, but it was the old poisonous scorpion that squeezed our blood and sweat and took the life of our son and daughter-in-law!" He said that a few days after his son and daughter-in-law died, the old poisonous scorpion sent his dog leg to the door to spread the book of the King of Hell, saying that he still owed him ten bonfires to pay the rented valley immediately. Uncle Zhou was furious: "The boss made a fuss and we lost our family. I wanted to rent the valley, but I wanted to rent the valley, and I had half of my life!" The dog leg laughed and said, "The master told me that as long as your granddaughter was his man for the master, I would wipe it off all the rented valley, and I would also give you some delicious food and drink." He was so angry that he fell down.
throws down a pack of clothes: "Check someone tomorrow." He doesn't lift his eyes away. The granddaughter ran out of the inner room and hugged his grandfather and cried: "Grandpa! Grandpa! You can't go! Leave your granddaughter to the fire pit!" The kind-hearted neighbors rushed over and cried when they saw it. Some held his granddaughter, and some poured water on Uncle Zhou's breasts. He opened his eyes and cried: "Let us go." His relatives and neighbors comforted him, but what should his granddaughter do? They couldn't come up with ideas for a moment.
Zhou Xiaoer said that he was picking wild vegetables behind the mountain and peeling the bark of the tree. He saw a house on Yunfeng Ridge. How about hiding his younger sister there? The relatives and neighbors all said, "It's done." Uncle Zhou also nodded.
Stay until dark, and the neighbors helped to get dressed, quilts, pancakes, water scoops, etc., which were carried by Zhou Xiaoer. The granddaughter cried and left her grandfather, and disappeared into the night with Zhou Xiaoer.
The next day, the old poisonous scorpion came with his legs.Uncle Zhou rushed towards the dogleg from the door and grabbed him: "Give us granddaughter back! Give us granddaughter back!" Doubleg was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his eyes: "I'm old, I'm playing tricks with us." He pushed him away and entered the house to grab people. After searching through the three broken straw huts, no one could see them.
The dog leg rushed out and grabbed Uncle Zhou and shouted, "Thank you for your favor!" Uncle Zhou shook it away, picked up a big wooden stick and smashed it at the dog leg: "I'm so conscientious, let's ask you! If you don't give it back, we'll do it, don't want to live!"
Uncle Zhou hit his big wooden stick on his forehead, and the dog leg hurriedly made a few moves, and the rushing neighbors shouted fiercely. Seeing that the dog leg could not get a advantage, he led a coupe.
Uncle Zhou said that he suffered from the torture of the old scorpion's legs, and his flesh was never cut off. His granddaughter spent spring and autumn in the mountain house, and he was so worried! He climbed up Yunfeng Ridge alone with his dry bones, and saw his granddaughter invisible shape, so he hugged him and cried.
The second time I went to visit Yunling, I disappeared after searching for Yunfengling. I thundered on my forehead and fell on Yunfengling. Zhou Xiaoer came by chance and pulled him up: "Don't worry, my sister went to the Eighth Route Army of the Mountains and became a medical staff." Uncle Zhou said that he still complained that Zhou Xiaoer hadn't said it earlier.
Uncle Zhou said: "You are so happy after fighting! In this situation, my granddaughter is looking for Lao Jiang in front, and my grandfather is making land reform in the back, overthrowing the mountains and living a good life!"
accused the old scorpion of crimes and asked reporters to "receive the account". Through the accusation meeting, the bloody facts made me further realize what feudal landlord exploitation is and received extremely profound class education.
In the visit to the poor and inquiries, a cold scholar gave me the words he wrote, titled "Old Poisonous Scorpion":
Snatching mud from the mouth of the swallow,
Needle cutting iron,
Landlord scratches gold chips, nothing is found out.
quail gua snatch peas, genus snatches legs, mosquitoes dig fat and oil, and they kill everywhere. The poem adapted by the Han Ruo in Yuanqu Anonymous did not mention the word exploitation, but exposed the exploitation methods of the old poisonous scorpion so profoundly and bloody!
3, punish Returning Regiment
On the fifth day after meeting Wang Dali, I was ordered to interview the officers and soldiers of the captured Chiang Kai-shek Army's 74th Division, and use their feelings to report our army's preferential treatment policy and provide Xinhua Radio to disintegrate the enemy's army.
In a big mountain village, it’s a coincidence that I met Wang Dali again, and with his strong help, I interviewed more than 20 officers and soldiers of the 74th Division of the Chiang Army who were under their company’s supervision. After the manuscript was written and issued, I asked him to talk about the struggle between the Kuomintang reactionaries whom he wanted to ask last time but did not get it. The Yimeng Mountains fell behind enemy lines. The old poisonous scorpion returned home to counterattack. The struggle between the Huanghe Ya Village and the militia defended the land reform results. He replied, "What a scorpion tiger!"
At that time, the old poisonous scorpion thought that the world was his again. He brought back the 20-year-old group to the backyard and arrived at the courtyard. He didn't sit firmly. He sent people to search the village and militia throughout the village. He didn't have any one, so he beat and kicked the uncle and aunt who were in charge to the courtyard.
The old poisonous scorpion roared in a blazing eyes: "Where is your son?" Uncle Zhou stood up: "Hmph! Who did our son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter? Where did it be? Don't you know? You should be alone..."
The old poisonous scorpion raised his gun: "I'm not dead!" Han Ru took the lead and protected him: "Boss, no matter how you are the neighbor of Zhuang, you can't do it. Let's meet the young people you want, where are they using live ammunition (referring to the back mountain)! Dali Boy put down his words. , said that the old poisonous scorpion, no, the boss dares to touch anyone a hair, an inch of land, a thing, don’t want to live..."
The old poisonous scorpion was so angry that his face turned pale: "Ah! The master can’t spare the bad guy!" Han Ru said: "The boss should be fast! Dali pulled hundreds of people and said that he was waiting for you in the tiger’s mouth! "The old poisonous scorpion pointed the gun at Han Ru: "Shut up!" He shouted Dog Leozi: "Closing the old immortal first!" Dog Leozi added fists and kicked the old man and the aunt into the main hall.
The old man and the old lady snuggled together and whispered together, unable to let go of their children. I asked, "Did you believe it at this time?" "I believe it." Dali said. According to the information that Han Ru asked the uncle to escape, he immediately divided the militia into two teams and climbed the wall through the back door of the courtyard. He dared to be too strong and put the three returning regiments in a desperate situation.The team led by him approached the front door of the courtyard. When he saw a few black shadows coming from the guard post, he opened his guns and rushed in. The returning group, who was in chaos, snatched the door.
The old poisonous scorpion roared: "What are the scares of a few poor boys with ragged clothes and guns? Hold the window and fight." He strongly commanded the militia but failed to rush in several times, but three people were injured. He directed the militia guns to aim at the window and concentrated shooting. He led the two of them to hold the mines, climbed under the base of the wall, pulled off the line of fire and returned fiercely, and bang..., loud noises, the wall collapsed, and the smoke of gunpowder flew. The returning group died and injured. The old poisonous scorpion and a close-fitting dog-legged shot and shot out and were knocked down by the militia.
Hearing this, I asked, "All annihilation?" Dali said, "No returnee group in more than 20 years did run away." "Beatly fighting!" "The whole loss of the work team." "You fight the battle, and your blood flows. How can this be a big deal?" "Comrade reporter," he asked with his hand tightly, "Think about it, it's not your leader's land reform, holding a big seal, and being the master of the gun, can our class awareness be so high? Can we protect the 'land master'?" I said, "The contribution is in the party!" "Yes!" He said, "We also want to tell you that the 70 militia in our village have been promoted to the main force with the approval of superiors!" I congratulated me. He said, no, when they fight out of Yimeng Mountain and reach the horizon, they will make a great liberation like us. I will congratulate you.
Comrade Chen Guoru Profile: War correspondent, who switched to the Shandong Liberated Area of Yimeng Mountains during the war, and worked in Shanghai after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
