On October 23, 1945, at noon, Wuxian Beiqiao Ruitai Town (now , Beiqiao , Town, , Ruitai Village) in the east bridge head grocery store.
The owner Fu Gensheng finished his meal, half-placed the cotton curtain at the door, then walked lightly to the back of the account and sat down slowly.
Just after noon, there were not many pedestrians coming and going on the street, and the business was the slowest. Fu Gensheng was also happy to steal a moment of leisure and freedom. He sat on a rattan chair, squinted his eyes and took a nap.
was just sleeping, and the cotton curtain at the door was suddenly lifted up. A man in gray clothes quickly walked into the store. Fu Gensheng hurriedly got up and smiled and said, "What are the customers looking for?"
The man did not respond, looked around the things in the store and scratched his left eyebrow. His slight movement made Fu Gensheng's eye edge jump, which was the code of the tissue joint.
The next moment, Fu Gensheng also scratched his eyebrows with his hands, but what he was scratching was his right eyebrow.
When the other party saw that he met the code, he took out a piece of paper, which was a stamp divided into two. Fu Gensheng glanced, turned around and walked back to the account, took out a piece of paper that was exactly the same from the drawer, and the two of them got together, and the paper sheets were just a complete mark.
"There is an emergency task in the organization." The man put away the paper and said softly.
Fu Gensheng snatched to the door, looked around and saw that there were no idle people on the street, then put down the curtain, nodded and asked:
"What task?"
" This morning, Qian Maode, secretary of the Caodong District Party Committee, held a grain collection meeting in the temple in Dongshan. Somehow, the news was learned by the Kuomintang rescue Zhongjun ( of the Kuomintang Military Commission Zhongyi National Saving Army ) and the other party sent a lot of people to surround and arrest the participants. Now, Secretary Qian has broken through and is coming to you. His superiors ask you to try to help hide and cover at that time." After the man assigned the task, he turned around and left hurriedly.
Fu Gensheng, who stayed in the store, was a little worried. He looked at his small shop. It was only about ten square meters away. The daily necessities inside were piled up and were filled with goods. It was really difficult to pick out a place to Tibetans. What about the backyard of
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doesn't even have walls or tunnels, let alone back doors or secret passages. If the enemy really searches and breaks in, it will be difficult to run away by then.
"What should I do?" Fu Gensheng wandered around the house and thought of a solution. However, before he could think of his idea, the cotton curtain was lifted up with a "huh", and a man dressed in a businessman rushed in with a breath.
The other party scratched his left eyebrow when he entered the door. Fu Gensheng knew that this person should be the Secretary Qian mentioned earlier.
When Qian Maode broke through, he was told that he would run towards Ruida Town, Beiqiao, and to the grocery store at the east end of the bridge, someone would be able to cover him.
However, when he walked into the grocery store, he suddenly realized that the owner's eyes in front of him were actually very confused.
In a critical moment, Fu Gensheng could not think of any good Tibetan method. Hurry footsteps were already heard on the street outside the door, and the enemy was coming.
Fu Gensheng's eyes fell on the account, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Then he quickly walked to the back of the account, took out a pack of peanuts, poured them on the square table at the door, and then said to Qian Maode:
"Sit down and eat peanuts quickly, don't talk more, I'll deal with it later."
0 2 people just like this, rolled up the curtains and sat face to face at the door, chatting and listening to the outside of the door, the Kuomintang army began to search for people from door to door, and soon came to Fu Gensheng's shop for convenience.
"Have you seen the district chief of the New Fourth Army?" A Kuomintang officer walked into the house, looked at the crowded grocery store, retreated to the door and asked fiercely.
"We have been eating peanuts here all the time, and we haven't seen anyone pass by!" Fu Gensheng said, peeling the peanut shell.
The Kuomintang officer whined, and several gunmen behind him immediately broke into the backyard behind the shop, searched for it, and retreated without any gain.
"Bring people here to recognize them!"
Fu Gensheng and Qian Maode breathed a sigh of relief when they suddenly heard the Kuomintang officer retreating outside shouting loudly. Then, two Kuomintang soldiers came over with a New Fourth Army soldier who was beaten and covered in wounds.
Seeing this person, Qian Maode's heart couldn't help but jump. This person himself knows Ding Qiaosheng, a soldier from the Xidong County Guard Company. What’s even worse is that this person knows him. Seeing him getting closer and closer to him, Qian Maode wanted to bow his head, but the surrounding Kuomintang soldiers were staring at him and Fu Gensheng. If he retreated a little, he would have to make a bad thing.
Thinking of this, Qian Maode looked outside calmly, like an idle person watching the fun, and pointed at Ding Qiaosheng with Fu Gensheng.
"Look at it carefully, right?" the Kuomintang officer walked to Ding Qiaosheng and asked, pointing to the two sitting in the store.
Qian Maode looked at Ding Qiaosheng with a smile and indifference on his face.
Ding Qiaosheng looked at the two people in the store, his eyes drifted away, he shook his head gently, and said in a hoarse voice:
"None are not."
Then, the enemies escorted Ding Qiaosheng and continued to search for other places. It was not until the other person's figure disappeared at the bridge and Qian Maode's hand hidden in his sleeve gradually loosened, and the palm of his hand was covered in sweat.
In those years of war, there were countless grassroots heroes. They rose up in the dark, but eventually disappeared into the long river of history. Although these stories hidden in the long river of history are little known, they are still an indispensable part of the magnificent picture of people's war back then.
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Reference materials: "Wuxian Literary and Historical Materials"
