In the spring of 1951, the beautiful Sanhua, ordered by her parents, walked into Xiaowangzhuang accompanied by several relatives and amidst the sound of suona, and she and her husband became a happy family.

Text: Shenxiang Jushi

Picture: From the Internet

When I returned to my hometown during the Spring Festival, I chatted with a few close friends. Apart from talking about their respective jobs, the topic naturally turned to each other's children. Some are in college, and some are already working. Most of them are in their early 20s and have reached the age of marriage.

However, today's young people regard marriage as a child's play. It is very sweet to talk about me and me before marriage. After marriage, they get divorced if they disagree with each other. The love between husband and wife is not worth the signature of a piece of paper, and they are strangers when they see each other again.
Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered a true story that I often heard from my parents when I was a child. The story takes place in a small village in my hometown in northern Jiangsu in the 1950s and 1960s. The heroine's name is Sanhua. I am deeply moved by what she did, so I wrote this article specifically.
In the spring of 1951, the beautiful Sanhua, ordered by her parents, walked into Xiaowangzhuang accompanied by several relatives and the sound of suona , and she and her husband became a happy family.

People in the village say that Sanhua is a flower stuck in cow dung. Sanhua is young and beautiful, 1.7 meters tall, with fair skin and a quiet demeanor. It is as handsome as a blooming rose flower , like a fairy who accidentally shakes off the mortal world.

And my husband Fuzhu is thin and short. With a grimace on his face and a frail body, he looked like a shoddy project that had cut corners.

Sanhua doesn't mind how her neighbors view her marriage, because she knows that as a woman, she should "marry a chicken and follow the chicken, and marry a dog and follow the dog."

At that time, both Fuzhu's parents had passed away, and one of his brothers and a sister had already married and started a business. The brother's family had two nephews and a niece.

At that time, the rural areas followed the Soviet socialist model . In rural areas, each household worked independently, gradually moved to mutual aid groups, cooperatives, junior cooperatives, advanced cooperatives, and then transitioned to people's communes.

In 1951, when Sanhua married Fuzhu, the family was working alone. Their family has two acres of land and grows some cereals.

The farm tools at that time were very backward, and almost all farm work required physical strength. Fuzhu was thin and small, so Sanhua did some of the heavy work, and Fuzhu just did some auxiliary work.

is dressed in neat three-flowered clothes, and her two bright eyes flash as clear as water. She always has a natural smile, light and sweet. Whenever she smiles, the pink face is full of smiles. A pair of small dimples, round and deep, extremely beautiful.

Some relatives and neighbors said that Sanhua was sent by God to save Fuzhu. Everyone had a good impression of her, not only because of Sanhua's hard work and hard work, but also because of her harmonious relationship with her neighbors and her warm personality.

Sanhua kept the outside of her house in order, the crops in the fields grew better than those of her neighbors, and the house was filled with the smell of fireworks. Two years later, Sanhua gave birth to a fat, white son. The couple was overjoyed. Although they were not rich, they could always eat.

goes like this day after day, year after year. Sanhua, like everyone else at that time, worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. The social system has become people's commune again, and the son has grown to five years old. Communalization is what people often call "eating from the big pot."

At that time, people in the production team ate together and did farm work together. By the end of 1959, due to natural disasters , the crops failed. At that time, everyone did not have enough to eat and was weak to work. The three members of Sanhua's family were sallow and thin, and their son was screaming and hungry all day long...
One day at noon, Sanhua's eldest sister came to visit relatives and said to Sanhua and Fuzhu: There is no way out for farming like this at home, so it is better to farm in the Northeast. . Many people in her village have settled down in the Northeast, planting dozens of acres of land, and living a prosperous life.

At that time, there were indeed people who boarded the freight train from Jining City, Shandong Province, and could go directly to Heilongjiang Province in the northeast. This was the " breaking into Guandong " that spontaneously formed among the people in the 1950s and 1960s. Some people lived there That's good, but some people died of starvation on the road and were buried in other places.

Under the repeated encouragement of his eldest sister, Fuzhu made up his mind to go to the Northeast to hang out, but Sanhua firmly disagreed, because he would not starve to death at home, and going to the Northeast was extremely risky and the future was slim. It was not so much about finding a way out. It's better to say that you are gambling on your life. But Fu Zhu was determined by the weight and had to leave.

One afternoon in the winter of 1959, the penniless Fuzhu told his wife that he was going to the Northeast. Sanhua cried and grabbed Fuzhu's belt and said, "How will we live if you leave? You will just Listen to your sister! "

Even though Sanhua broke Fuzhu's belt, after looking at his wife and children, he still walked out of the house without looking back...

Women are weak, but mothers are strong, Sanhua Wiping away my tears, I still shouldered the burden of supporting my family with my weak shoulders. At that time, the People's Commune did farm work all year round. In winter, people were either asked to dig ditches or rivers, and sometimes they were called to start work in the middle of the night.

A woman in Sanhua still went to work like a man. She left her son at the neighbor's third grandmother's house and asked her to help take care of it. The winter of 1959 was much colder than previous years. In the harsh cold wind, the heaven and earth repeatedly made sad sounds. The natural world seemed to be sleeping in the winter, and no one could see any hope of warmth.

One afternoon, Sanhua came home and saw that her son was hot all over. She thought he had a cold, so she hurriedly brought him a bowl of hot water to drink. The son kept complaining that he had a headache. At that time, there were no serious hospitals in the countryside, and farmers all It's just to earn some work points, but there is no money for medical treatment. Some people get sick, but most people suffer. At most, they can hire a local doctor to take care of them.

Distraught, Sanhua hurriedly asked a barefoot doctor from a neighboring village to check his son's pulse, then looked at the symptoms, and finally concluded that it was encephalitis...

After the production team learned about Sanhua's situation, they made an unprecedented decision. Di Di gave her two extra steamed buns with each meal. And asked him to stop work and take care of his son at home.

Her son's condition was getting worse and worse, but Sanhua was lucky and kept comforting herself, maybe Tu Langzhong had made a wrong diagnosis and her son would get better soon. He just had a cold.

Sanhua thinks like this in her heart every day, but this is just Sanhua's wishful thinking. One night half a month later, the skinny son stopped breathing.

The son who depended on each other for life is gone, gone forever. Sanhua hugged her son's body and was in pain. Her tears were gone and her voice was hoarse.

After the earnest persuasion of her neighbors, brother and sister-in-law, Sanhua finally stopped crying heartbreakingly, but her expression had become a little dull.

Mo Shanghongchen’s eyes were drunk, and the red tear moles at the corners of his eyes had not dried.

Her son was gone and her husband was far away from home. If Fuzhu managed to make a name for himself in the Northeast, he would definitely come to pick him up. Sanhua kept comforting herself in this way.

1959-1961 was the most difficult three-year period in history, with civilian supplies in extreme shortage. A desolate atmosphere filled the countryside like dark clouds, and there was darkness between heaven and earth. People almost lost the courage to live.

By the end of 1961, Xiaowangzhuang returned to the era of "one household" working alone. Every day when the sun sets, Sanhua, who is as tired as a ball of cotton, lies quietly on the bed, thinking that Fuzhu can come back early, or at least send him a letter to say he is safe.

However, Fuzhu was like evaporating from the world, without any news.

In the spring of 1964, Sanhua heard that a man from a nearby village had planted more than 100 acres of land in Heilongjiang. When he wrote to his family, he mentioned that he had met a man who looked a bit like Fu Zhu, but he Not sure if it is.

After hearing this, Sanhua hurriedly asked for the other party’s address and wrote a letter to the person in the neighboring village, asking him to help find a happy place to live. After the letter was sent, Sanhua waited and waited, eager to hear.

Several months have passed and there has been no response from the other party.

One night in the autumn of that year, Sanhua came to her eldest uncle's house and said to her sister-in-law: I want to discuss something with you. Fu Zhu has been gone for so long and there is no news at all. Can you adopt your second nephew to me? I will love him as my own son.

Before the eldest uncle could speak, the sister-in-law spoke up: Sanhua, it’s not that my sister-in-law doesn’t give you face, if the child is adopted to you, outsiders will make irresponsible remarks...

Sanhua returned home expressionlessly and clicked on The kerosene lamp sat on the edge of the bed, and she stared straight out of the window, feeling more desolate and desperate than ever before.

We want to stay together, but it’s hard to forget each other. People are heartbroken at every end of the world. Love is easy to pass away, but hate is also long-lasting. When the lights are dim, people are hesitant.

At dawn, Sanhua slowly walked out of the yard, walked slowly, and came to the village road. Suddenly she laughed wildly, and then shouted at the top of her lungs - Fuzhu, come and pick me up! Fuzhu, come and pick me up!

She went crazy. It was because the ruthless years had dried up the light of his heart that he had lit day and night.

That day, the two brothers from my mother's family led a few people to pull two flat cars. One cart was loaded with Sanhua's dowry, and the other pulled Sanhua out of Xiaowangzhuang. Sanhua repeated those words in a hoarse voice: Fu will be back in a few days. He has planted dozens of acres of land in Heilongjiang. There are beans, sorghum and sticks, and he wants to take me to the northeast.

Sanhua has lived in Xiaowangzhuang for 14 years, waiting for her husband for nearly six years, and experienced the pain of losing a child and three years of natural disasters alone.

Later, at the intersection of Sanhua's natal village, you can always see a crazy woman waiting impatiently. Sometimes she cries, sometimes laughs wildly, and sometimes is silent.