This is the 32nd story in the non-fiction "Iron-Blooded Changjin Lake" series!
On March 9, 1951, Zhu Yanfu, who had been in a coma for ninety days, suddenly became conscious in a ward of the Affiliated Hospital of the Third Military Medical University in Changchun, the best hospital in the Northeast Military Region: "The enemy , kill! "
This day happens to be the second day of the second lunar month in the Chinese lunar calendar, which is also the day when the dragon raises its head in folklore.
From the moment Zhu Yanfu was admitted to the hospital, the nurse who had been caring for him 24 hours a day ran excitedly to the office of Political Commissar Ma of the hospital and cried: "Zhu Yanfu is alive, Zhu Yanfu is alive."
Looking at Zhu Yanfu who was still talking in his sleep, Political Commissar Ma said with relief: "The dragon raised its head on February 2, it's a good sign! Zhu Yanfu is really alive!"
One day more than two months ago, Political Commissar Ma was called on duty The doctor's report stated that a comatose and seriously injured person came from the 26th Army of the 9th Corps of the Volunteer Army: he was shot in the head, his brain material spilled out, his left eye was shrunken, his right eye was swollen, his abdomen was stabbed, his intestines leaked out, his legs and feet were frozen, and his arms were numb. Eighty-nine times there is no way to save them, so we can only do our best.
Such serious injuries shocked Political Commissar Ma, who had been a military doctor since the Anti-Japanese War.
After learning about Zhu Yanfu’s combat experience from the escorting 26th Army military doctor, Political Commissar Ma was deeply moved and decided on the spot to dispatch doctors with the highest medical skills and nurses with the highest level of care to form a medical team. Zhu Yanfu, a hero who moved heaven and earth, came to the rescue.
Zhu Yanfu, who had just woken up, did not know that he had undergone 47 surgeries including brain removal, cheek skin grafting , intra-abdominal rejection, removal of shrapnel from the eyes and repeated amputations of limbs:
Two The arm was cut off above the wrist, and the calf was amputated seven centimeters below the knee. The left eye socket became a hollow, the vision of the right eye was only 0.3, and there were seven pieces of shrapnel in the body that could not be removed. He was originally over 1.7 meters tall. Only 1.32 meters remain.
A few days later, Zhu Yanfu regained normal consciousness. After figuring out the extent of his injury, he suddenly lost all hope. He yelled at the nurse: "Why did you save me? I lost my left eye, but I still have a right eye. But without legs or hands, what energy do I have to live?!"
Looking at Zhu Yanfu, who was not yet 18 years old, the nurse comforted him with tears: "You are so young, you must live strong!"
But from this day on, the thought of seeking death had dominated Zhu Yanfu, who was originally extremely strong.
At that time, the only way to seek death was to take sleeping pills , but his hands were gone, and even a sip of water required a nurse to feed him.
Zhu Yanfu accidentally discovered that the hospital bed located on the second floor was next to the window. There was a table between the window and the hospital bed, so Zhu Yanfu secretly made up his mind to commit suicide by jumping out of the window.
One day a month later, while the nurse was not in the ward, his comrades in the same ward also dozed off. Zhu Yanfu quietly moved from the bed to the table, and then used his two broken legs to prop up his body. After that, the half Both arms also tightened the corner of the table.
When Zhu Yanfu endured the pain of his wounds, he climbed onto the bloody table and was about to roll out the window when the comrade who had lost both hands and a leg shouted and jumped over to him, biting him with his mouth. Lived Zhu Yanfu's collar.
Hearing the shouting, the nurse hurriedly ran into the ward, carried Zhu Yanfu to the hospital bed, and said with pain and anger:
"Don't you always call me sister, then just listen to my sister, you You've already survived, what's wrong with you? If you don't say you're sorry for the sacrificed comrades, you're also sorry for me as a sister!"
After hearing this, Zhu Yanfu cried and had to agree to the nurse who was also crying. But the thought of seeking death did not disappear.
Zhu Yanfu and the medical staff
A week later, while the nurse was accompanying his comrades in the ward to do rehabilitation training, Zhu Yanfu climbed onto the table again, but before he could open the window, he was discovered by a female cleaner and stopped him. After Zhu Yanfu came, he loudly called Political Commissar Ma from the hospital.
Looking at Zhu Yanfu with bloody limbs, Political Commissar Ma said angrily:
"Zhu Yanfu, we took your life back, what qualifications do you have to take it yourself? You are a Communist Party member, you committed suicide, go to the shallow end. It is said to be a betrayal of relatives, but in a deeper sense it is a betrayal of the country and the party. It is also the most cowardly and incompetent manifestation! You have sacrificed your hands, feet and eyes for the country, but you should have confidence that this sacrifice is valuable. Live on tenaciously!"
Zhu Yanfu said with a red face: "I am a burden to my family, the country, and the party, so I might as well kill myself early." When political commissar Ma heard this, he stopped. What kind of truth did he tell Zhu Yanfu, and he started to curse: "Zhu Yanfu, you have no conscience! In order to save you, do you know how many people carried you and how many people donated blood?"
At this time, The nurse sister also heard the sound and ran back to the ward, but Political Commissar Ma became more and more angry: "You died, it's simple! But who do you deserve? Are you worthy of your comrades who sacrificed their lives, or are you worthy of the doctors and nurses who treated you?"
一Seeing the nurse who guarded him day and night when he was in a coma, Zhu Yanfu shed tears again in grievance.
Political Commissar Ma still said reluctantly: "Zhu Yanfu, you weakling! Are you still a volunteer army soldier? Are you still a Communist Party member? You are a person who raised your fist and swore an oath, you It’s Zhu Yanfu who raised his fist, ah!”
Zhu Yanfu immediately raised the remaining arm of his right hand and said with trembling lips: “Commissar Ma, where did I get a fist?”
Political Commissar Ma? He hugged Zhu Yanfu and immediately burst into tears: "I didn't know you didn't have fists? We don't have fists, but we still have confidence! When we go to fight the American devils, don't we just rely on our confidence! Even the Americans didn't fight. Damn you, can you let your confidence defeat you?"
Political Commissar Ma's words deeply moved Zhu Yanfu, and Zhu Yanfu vowed: "I will never do stupid things again!"
After Political Commissar Ma left, the nurse Still worried, he comforted Zhu Yanfu while crying: "If you still recognize me as your sister, then live a good life, otherwise, I will not recognize you as my brother."
After several months of getting along, Zhu Yanfu had already regarded the nurse as The eldest sister regarded him as his biological sister. He raised the residual arm of his right hand and said, "I keep my word. It depends on my actions."
From then on, Zhu Yanfu completely gave up the idea of seeking death.
It is easy to say that he can live, but it is very difficult for Zhu Yanfu who has lost his limbs, because the nurse sister cannot take care of him for a lifetime. He must first learn to be independent.
At first, Zhu Yanfu first simulated eating by himself. He asked the nurse to place the rice bowl in front of his broken leg, and then picked up the spoon with his broken arm. However, the spoon fell before he could get close to the edge of the bowl, so he used his mouth to hold it again. The spoon was clamped with a broken arm, but the direction was not correct and the spoon fell to the ground again.
The nurse sister hurriedly came over to help. Zhu Yanfu shook his head and refused, saying that he would not eat until he practiced this action well today. After practicing hundreds of times, Zhu Yanfu was finally able to clamp a spoon with his broken arm.
More than a month later, under the witness of the nurse, Zhu Yanfu started his first "eating practice", but he still poured rice into the bowl. He had no choice but to lower his head and lick the rice into his mouth.
When Zhu Yanfu swallowed his first mouthful of rice, tears were already streaming down his face. The nurse also shed tears and said that he was a good person to me.
I was finally able to eat. Zhu Yanfu told the nurse a goal - to stand up and walk on my own in two months!
At this time, Military Hospital had installed a prosthesis for me, but a nurse was needed every time. My sister helped me, and after practicing it thousands of times, I learned to install the prosthesis by myself. But as soon as I took a step with the crutches, I fell to the ground again with a "thud".
The nurse sister helped Zhu Yanfu up distressedly and comforted: "At least he can stand up. If he can take half a step, he will take one step."
Zhu Yanfu was standing.
At this time, his comrade in the same room had been discharged from the hospital. Zhu Yan When my husband was practicing, he simply kicked the nurse out of the ward and practiced alone.
Get up after falling down, and get up again after falling down. This is Zhu Yanfu’s only way to practice walking, but often the wounds on his limbs are scabbed, and then they are rubbed until they are bleeding, until they are soaked through the sleeves and leg warmers. .
It’s fake that it didn’t hurt. The pain was so unbearable that Zhu Yanfu sang “Three Major Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention” and “ Volunteer Army Military Song ”, and he sang loudly. Even when his voice became hoarse, he continued to sing until he felt the pain. Until it hurts.
From one step to one meter, then ten steps to more than ten meters, the wound scabbed, broke again, and broke again. In the autumn of that day, Zhu Yanfu could finally walk on his own.
On this day, Zhu Yanfu called the nurse and walked to the tallest poplar tree outside the ward. Although his back was not close to the tree trunk, Zhu Yanfu's chest was straight. The nurse said happily to Zhu Yanfu. His height in life is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
In the blink of an eye, in the spring of 1952, Zhu Yanfu was completely independent except for dressing and urinating, eating, drinking and walking. However, the fighting on the Korean battlefield was still going on. From time to time, some seriously injured people were brought in, and the wards were crowded in the hospital. , and had to send him back to Tai'an Veterans Hospital of Shandong Military Region.
Before leaving, Political Commissar Ma came to see him off and said: "Zhu Yanfu, I have only one sentence to give you. You and I are both people who have raised our fists!"
The nurse sister was even more reluctant to leave, and kept sending Zhu Yanfu to the hospital. On the platform of Changchun Railway Station .
Zhu Yanfu really wanted to hug the nurse. Without her, he might have gone to keep company with his fallen comrades. Thinking that this farewell would be forever, Zhu Yanfu couldn't help but burst into tears.
The nurse sister looked at Zhu Yanfu through the glass. Her face was already full of tears. Because she couldn't stop the tears with her hands, she took off her military cap to wipe it. Only then did Zhu Yanfu see clearly that the nurse sister had two long hair tied up in her head. Long braids.
After the Qingming Festival this year, Zhu Yanfu was admitted to the Tai'an Veterans Hospital of Shandong Military Region.
Before the May 4th Youth Day this year, the director of the Invalids Hospital approached Zhu Yanfu and said that a nearby middle school wanted to invite him to give a report.
Zhu Yanfu said without hesitation: "What report should I, a disabled person, give to young students? I have to let a fighting hero go."
The dean said with a smile: "You, Zhu Yanfu, are a veritable fighting hero. You It is most suitable to give a report. "
Unexpectedly, after this report, Zhu Yanfu became famous in Tai'an . Not only the school and the local garrison, but also some government agencies, factories and mining enterprises also invited him to give reports.
Zhu Yanfu's reports never only talked about general principles. He talked about the bad weather in the Battle of Changjin Lake, the lack of food and clothing in the troops, the ferocity of Yankee aircraft and artillery, and how his company commander, instructors and comrades sacrificed their lives. Yes, talk about how you survived after wanting to commit suicide. After hearing the real Battle of Changjin Lake, people were not only moved but also cherished the peaceful life more.
Zhu Yanfu gave a report
But the report is not common. More days, he opens his mouth to open his mouth for food and hands for clothes. After living like this for a while, Zhu Yanfu became irritable again: "If this continues, I can only be a burden. "What else can you do besides waiting to die?"
Zhu Yanfu thought of his hometown - Zhangjiazhuang, Yiyuan County, Shandong Province.
htmlWhen he was 05 years old, Zhu Yanfu's father was shot to death by the Japanese during a raid. His mother relied on begging for food and receiving help from fellow villagers to support him.Since joining the army at the age of 14, Zhu Yanfu has never returned home. His mother only knows that he went to North Korea and was injured and returned to China, but she doesn't know what he looks like now. Zhu Yanfu is also worried that his sick mother will leave him one day.One day in 1954, Zhu Yanfu found the director of the Invalids Hospital and said: "I have to go back to my hometown. Here I can only cause trouble to the country."
The director of the Invalids Hospital did not understand for a while and said: "You are a hero of the country, the country I should raise you up, what's the trouble?"
Zhu Yanfu said: "I would rather support myself for a day than take care of you for a long time."
Dean of Rongjun continued to ask, and Zhu Yanfu had to say: "My hometown is poor. Ah, besides being a poor mountain, I have to go home and live with my mother."
Dean of the Rongjun Army thought, since Zhu Yanfu's hometown is so poor, he cannot be allowed to return to his hometown, not to mention that Zhu Yanfu is a special class. disabled soldier.
I, Zhu Yanfu, had no choice but to express his thoughts: "I went back to my hometown not only to accompany my mother, but also to see if I could help the villagers conquer those poor hills."
The director of the Invalid Army, who was born on Laoba Road, Only then did he understand Zhu Yanfu's thoughts, so he applied for approval from the Shandong Military Region and sent a wheelbarrow to take Zhu Yanfu to his hometown of Zhangjiazhuang, Yiyuan County.
Zhu Yanfu's hometown is in the mountains. There are almost no smooth roads except for stone steps on the street. The accompanying staff had to carry him to his yard.
Looking at Zhu Yanfu, who was only about one meter tall, the old mother was not mentally prepared at all. For a long time, she still didn’t believe it: "Yanfu, is this you?"
Zhu Yanfu opened his severed arms and said, "Mom, I am "Yanfu."
But the old mother did not hug Zhu Yanfu, and said with tears, "Why are you going home like this?"
Zhu Yanfu said, "I miss my mother, come back and be filial!"
Old mother! He said: "Mom is not in good health and won't live for a few more years. I'm afraid she won't be able to support you, so you should go back to the Invalides!"
In order to force Zhu Yanfu to return to the Invalids, the old mother was cruel except giving him some food. Don't live in the same house as Zhu Yanfu.
Looking at the old mother's thin and sickly body, Zhu Yanfu wanted to cry but had no tears. Zhu Yanfu knew very well the old mother's difficulties. She didn't dislike him at all, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to support herself.
After staying at home like this for a while, Zhu Yanfu came up with an idea. One evening, he moved to the window of his old mother's room and said: "Mom, a car is coming to pick me up from the Invalides. I'm leaving. Please lock the door!"
The old mother believed it and staggered into Zhu Yanfu's house. In the small house, he lit a match to see if there was anyone on the kang, then locked the door and murmured to himself: "God bless my son to live well."
Didn't you know that Zhu Yanfu had already hid in the small house? In a broken basket. After hearing my mother lock the door, I climbed back on the earthen kang. From then on, more than 10 kilograms of raw dried sweet potatoes and a bucket of well water accompanied him for more than half a month.
In the end, the dried sweet potatoes were gone and the well water was drained. Zhu Yanfu, who was hungry and thirsty, fainted by the door.
Perhaps it was God's favor, and Zhu Yanfu's life should not have been cut off.
That night, Yiyuan had a heavy rain that had not been seen for many years. Wu Xiande, then director of the Yiyuan County Civil Affairs Bureau, suddenly remembered Zhu Yanfu and said that it was raining so hard that Zhu Yanfu's house would not leak, so he came to Zhangjiazhuang from the county seat the next day.
Thanks to the heavy rain, the rainwater blew in through the leaky door. After waking up from the shower, Zhu Yanfu lay on the ground and drank a few mouthfuls of rainwater before he died.
Zhu Yanfu's mother was surprised to see Director Wu Xiande's sudden visit, saying that her son had already attended the Tai'an Invalid Military Academy.
Director Wu Xiande immediately realized that something had happened and hurriedly opened the door of the small room, only to see Zhu Yanfu still lying in a puddle of seeping rainwater.
The old mother collapsed on the ground and cried, saying that she had committed an evil act. She felt sorry for her son who had been maimed by American soldiers, and she felt sorry for her husband who had been dead for many years.
Director Wu Xiande and staff immediately sent Zhu Yanfu to the hospital. After some rescue efforts, Zhu Yanfu's life was saved.
After Zhu Yanfu was discharged from the hospital and returned home, his old mother never asked him to return to the Invalids Hospital, saying that the two of them would live and die together.
Zhu Yanfu is determined to learn to cook and honor his old mother. The old mother joked: "You have a daughter-in-law, it is not too late to honor your mother."
Zhu Yanfu said: "Mother, just wait, I will definitely marry a daughter-in-law and go home."
The old mother was so happy that she burst into tears. , said: "You are able to marry a daughter-in-law, what a blessing it is, the relationship is like smoke rising from the ancestral graves."
In fact, Zhu Yanfu said that, no matter whether he can marry a daughter-in-law, as long as the old man As long as mother is happy.
But this day came unexpectedly.
One day, Director Wu Xiande suddenly came again, but instead of bringing any staff, he brought a very beautiful girl.
When Zhu Yanfu heard that his savior was coming, he hurriedly went out of the house to greet him with a cane, but accidentally fell on the stone slab.
Before the old mother and Director Wu Xiande could react, the girl took the lead and said the right thing: "I'll help you!"
Ever since he was in Changchun Hospital, Zhu Yanfu had never let anyone help him when he fell. Even if he fell and his head was bleeding, he still insisted on getting up. But for some reason, he didn't refuse this time.
When Zhu Yanfu stood up with his face flushed, he realized that the girl who helped him was called Chen Xiyong, and she was the niece of Director Wu Xiande's wife.
Zhu Yanfu and Chen Xiyong
Zhu Yanfu used his right eye with only 0.3 vision to stare at Chen Xiyong, who looked like a nurse in every aspect except her accent. For a moment, he seemed to have returned to the military hospital in Changchun.
It turned out that when Director Wu Xiande was talking about Zhu Yanfu with his family, Chen Xiyong, who graduated from middle school and became a nurse, happened to come to visit his aunt.
After hearing Zhu Yanfu’s experience, Chen Xiyong asked his uncle, the director, if he could take her to see Zhu Yanfu. At first, Director Wu Xiande thought that his niece just admired the fighting heroes of the Volunteer Army, so he agreed without thinking deeply.
After Director Wu Xiande and Chen Xiyong left, the old mother said happily: "This girl has no affection for you."
Zhu Yanfu asked: "How did mother know?"
The old mother said: "You fell, As soon as my daughter helped you, my mother could tell. "
Zhu Yanfu couldn't sleep that night. Chen Xiyong was also tossing and turning, almost sleepless all night, and out of sheer innocence she came up with the idea of taking care of Zhu Yanfu.
Director Wu Xiande is also an old Eighth Route Army who cares very much about the relatives of the martyrs and disabled soldiers who died. But after Chen Xiyong formally proposed the idea of getting along with Zhu Yanfu, Director Wu Xiande hesitated and said that Chen Xiyong should first seek the opinions of his parents.
When Chen Xiyong's parents saw that their daughter was going to fall in love with a special-class disabled soldier, they said with concern: "How will you, a good girl, marry a man with no arms and legs, how will you live in the future? This is a lifelong matter, you have to Think about it clearly."
Chen Xiyong said emotionally: "Although Zhu Yanfu is a hero, he is so pitiful. I feel sad when I see him! He sacrificed his hands, feet and left eye in order to protect his country. He is only 1.32 meters tall and has seven pieces of shrapnel on his body. I did this just to make his life better!"
After convincing his parents, Chen Xiyong came to Yiyuan to find his uncle Wu Xiande.
Director Wu Xiande saw that Chen Xiyong was taking it seriously, and reminded him: "Son, my uncle, the civil affairs director, understands what you are thinking. I also admire the heroes who protect the family and the country, but marriage cannot be impulsive. You have to be cautious!"
Chen Xiyong almost cried when he heard this, and said: "I have thought about it over and over again. I will take care of Zhu Yanfu for the rest of my life, and I don't regret it."
Director Wu Xiande asked Chen Xiyong again: "Then you sue me, you are such a good girl's family "What are you trying to do with Zhu Yanfu?"
Chen Xiyong said without hesitation: "I don't want to do anything, I just think he is a pitiful person. My mother is sick and he is so old. Since he is a hero of the country, Someone should take care of her." When
came to Zhu Yanfu's house for the third time, Director Wu Xiande said straight to the point: "This time we are here to propose marriage."
Upon hearing that the director came to propose marriage, Zhu Yanfu and his mother's eyes lit up at first, but then darkened again.
The old mother was both happy and worried, and said: "My daughter is a good girl, but she has no skills to marry me. How will my son with legs live in the future?
Zhu Yanfu refused flatly and said, "Director Wu, I am a useless person. If I get married, I will only bring trouble to others." "
Seeing Zhu Yanfu's resolute attitude, Director Wu Xiande had no choice but to go home and tell Chen Xiyong the truth about the situation.
After hearing this, Chen Xiyong said decisively: "He is afraid of dragging me down, so I will go and tell him in person. "
One Sunday, Chen Xiyong came to Zhu Yanfu's house alone.
Perhaps it was the fate of cultivation. The two of them got along well with each other. They were so far apart that Zhu Yanfu often said one sentence and Chen Xiyong could say ten.
Next During the days, Chen Xiyong would come to see Zhu Yanfu whenever he had a rest. After a period of contact, Zhu Yanfu also gradually fell in love with Chen Xiyong, but after all, he was a special-class disabled soldier who had both a longing for love and a deep desire for love.
Chen Xiyong saw Zhu Yanfu's thoughts and said: "You are a hero of the country, and it is my blessing to take care of you. You are afraid that I will suffer, but I have been used to suffering since I was a child. There are many people in Yimeng Mountain who do not suffer. "
Zhu Yanfu advised: "Don't be stupid. I have no hands or feet. If you follow me, aren't you jumping into a pit of fire? I don't deserve you, let's just treat it as close friends.
Chen Xiyong cried sadly and said: "I just admire the heroes of the country. If you have no hands, my hands are your hands. If you have no feet, my feet are your feet." What exactly do you want me to do before you can agree? Ah, you say it and I listen! "
After hearing this, the old mother called Zhu Yanfu aside and said, "This is all fate. This girl is determined to live with you for the rest of her life. You can't find such a girl even with a lantern, so just agree to it. "
But Zhu Yanfu still refused hard-heartedly, saying that he never wanted to start a family early. Firstly, he would have someone to take care of him, and secondly, someone would respect his old mother, but this would affect Chen Xiyong for the rest of his life.
Soon, Zhu Yanfu suffered from a wound The inflammation and high fever did not subside and he was sent to Dongli Hospital 15 kilometers away. It happened that Chen Xiyong was a nurse in Dongli Hospital.
Looking at Zhu Yanfu who looked like a "meat wheel", Chen Xiyong made up his mind again. Chen Xiyong expressed his determination to marry Zhu Yanfu: If he "doesn't catch" Zhu Yanfu, then this "meat-coil-like body will really fall to the ground."
The day before Zhu Yanfu was discharged from the hospital, Chen Xiyong decided to let go of many girls. The envious nurse went to Zhangjiazhuang to take care of Zhu Yanfu.
In the winter of 1954, Zhu Yanfu finally got married to Chen Xiyong.
On the night of the wedding, Zhu Yanfu said emotionally: " Xiyong, you are my benefactor. Without you, I, Zhu Yanfu, would not be where I am today. It just drags you down and makes me feel uneasy. After a hundred years, I will repay you even if I am a cow or a horse.
Chen Xiyong smiled and said: "A family cannot talk about two families. They are a couple in need. How can they talk about repaying and not repaying." "
After marriage, Zhu Yanfu, because of Chen Xiyong's careful care, his body and complexion are getting better and better, and he has a lovely daughter. But the poverty in his hometown of Zhangjiazhuang deeply hurt Zhu Yanfu.
Zhu Yanfu and Chen Xiyong
Zhangjiazhuang , three panics, food shortages in spring, busyness in summer, and worry when there is no clothes in autumn and winter.
This pre-liberation ballad sings about the poverty in Zhangjiazhuang
Zhu Yanfu has not eaten since he can remember. It was not until 1947, when the Eighth Route Army that fought against the Japanese invaders liberated Yiyuan, that I had a full meal for the first time in my life.
But after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Zhangjiazhuang was still experiencing "three panics": spring. There is a food shortage, and I am very busy in the summer, and I am worried when I have no clothes in autumn and winter.
At the same time, there is a more vivid jingle in Zhangjiazhuang: If a girl does not marry in Zhangjiazhuang, she will run to Xishangen to carry water; when she goes, she wears a pair of embroidered shoes , and when she comes back, Grinding the heels.
Cultural poverty is the root of all poverty.At that time, most people in Zhangjiazhuang could not even write their own names. Zhu Yanfu used two spare rooms in the brigade headquarters and his own special allowance for disabled soldiers to set up the first night school for farmers in Yiyuan County. Teaching farmers to read is only one aspect. He wants to make the people in the village a little energetic, because if they want to get rid of the poor label, the villagers have no energy, and the copper wires in the sky are useless.
Half a year after the night school was opened, all villagers of appropriate age could read, but at this time two things happened one after another.
First, the child of villager Zhang Jicai was seriously ill and was hospitalized. He sold all the pigs and chickens that could be sold at home, but he still couldn't raise enough for treatment. Seeing that his life was in danger, Zhu Yanfu asked his wife Chen Xiyong to send 20 yuan. Saved the child's life.
Not long after, villager Cai Guangsheng suffered a heart attack. He could only wait to die at home because he could not afford the treatment. Zhu Yanfu sent his wife Chen Xiyong to send another 20 yuan on time every month. After half a year of treatment, Cai Guangsheng not only recovered his health, but was also able to work in the fields.
At that time, people's main ration of dried sweet potatoes cost five cents a pound, so Zhu Yanfu's dozens of yuan was very useful. But Zhu Yanfu's monthly special-grade disabled military allowance was only 42 yuan. These two times he had saved lives. But what if someone in the village got seriously ill again? Because Zhu Yanfu's 42 yuan subsidy, in addition to constantly adding agricultural books to the night school, also has to support a family of several people.
During that period, Zhu Yanfu thought about this issue day and night. The person who knew him best was his wife Chen Xiyong. She saw Zhu Yanfu still smoking on the kang in the middle of the night, so she asked: "Do you want to be the village party secretary?"
Zhu Yanfu said: "Now the human culture in the village has improved. But to get rid of this poor label, you must have a leader."
Chen Xiyong thought for a while and said, "I will support you to the end for what you are determined to do."
At the beginning of 1957, 8 people in the village. Party members jointly elected Zhu Yanfu as village branch secretary, but the organization did not agree because of his health.
Zhu Yanfu immediately wrote to the commune secretary, saying: "All party members trust me so much, I am determined to be the village party secretary."
The commune secretary came to Zhangjiazhuang and said: "Comrade Zhu Yanfu, I wish someone like you could be the village party secretary." Party secretary, you are a special-class disabled soldier. If you can take good care of yourself and live a few more years, you will be very satisfied with the organization."
Zhu Yanfu said nothing, leaning on a 17-pound iron crutch and walking nearby. He walked easily back and forth on the hillside for a few times, and then expressed his position: "I joined the Party on the battlefield and raised my fist to the Party. Now I want to attack the poor mountains. I will never give up until Zhangjiazhuang is labeled as poor." "
Chen Xiyong also said to the commune secretary: "As long as I can leave, Yanfu can leave. I believe he can be a good village party secretary, because he knows how to deal with difficulties and will not give in to them."
Later, after passing by the Yiyuan County Party Committee. After approval, Zhu Yanfu took office as the village party secretary before the Spring Festival of that year.
Zhu Yanfu, who served as village party secretary
Poverty in mountainous areas is closely related to lack of water. After some investigation, Zhu Yanfu decided to regard digging water wells as the second "poor hill" to be conquered.
In the winter of this year, Zhu Yanfu took more than 100 people and started digging wells to find water.
During the cold weather, Zhu Yanfu went to the deep well every day to check the water veins. When he returned to the surface, the cold water emerging from the bottom of the well and the blood seeping from the residual limb had frozen the prosthesis to the broken leg.
When an old man in the village found out, he hugged Zhu Yanfu and cried loudly, saying: "Yanfu, you are a national hero, you are so hard-working, if there is a shortcoming, the old and young men in the village will become sinners. "
Zhu Yanfu comforted the old man with a smile and said, "It would be great if we could really freeze them together, then I wouldn't have to bother putting them on and taking them off every day."
In the spring of 1970, Zhangjiazhuang finally ranked first. Eye Dakou Well - Dakou Well of Longwang Temple, and successfully built a 1,500-meter-long artificial water canal, turning all the dry land in the village into irrigated land.
The day when water came out of the big well in Longwang Temple, everyone in the village cried, saying that Zhangjiazhuang must be renamed. Since then, the former Zhangjiazhuang has a new name - Zhangjiaquan.
Zhu Yanfu
After the days of relying on the sky for survival, Zhu Yanfu called all the party members together again, raised his right hand and swore that he would aim at the third "poor hill"-opening up wasteland and farming.
Zhangjiazhuang has been surrounded by three ravines and two ridges since ancient times. It is surrounded by high mountains and long ravines. The cultivated land is fragmented and only a few acres per capita. This is another root cause of food shortages in spring.
Zhu Yanfu, leaning on crutches and prosthetic limbs, led the villagers to start filling ditches and building land. After three years of hard work, more than 100,000 tons of earth and stone were moved entirely by manual labor, more than 110 acres of grain fields were cultivated, and grain production increased by more than 100,000 jins. The spring food shortage was completely solved, and the people no longer had to worry about not having enough to eat.
At that time, in order to increase cultivated land, the state vigorously promoted cremation. However, due to old ideas, villagers were unwilling to cremate the deceased elderly people, and Zhu Yanfu's old mother was no exception.
One day, the old mother who was seriously ill called Zhu Yanfu to her side and warned her: "Yanfu, it will not be easy for us and my mother in this life. She did not enjoy much happiness in the world of the world. After she dies, you must not leave me alone." Burn it, and let your mother go to the underworld to suffer again."
Zhu Yanfu promised with tears, "Mother, my son will obey my mother."
But on that day, Zhu Yanfu knelt in front of his mother's body and said in tears: " "Mother, my son is unfilial, I'm so sorry!"
After kowtowing three times, Zhu Yanfu cremated his old mother with tears in his eyes, saving a piece of land the size of a coffin for the village.
The death of his old mother made Zhu Yanfu feel the preciousness of time even more, so he plunged into the affairs of the village. In addition to eating and sleeping, he stayed on the hillside with the villagers almost every day.
Zhu Yanfu walked in four ways. One was to stand upright with a cane. When his broken leg was worn out, he would walk on his knees. It's a bruise on the nose and a swollen face.
Once, Zhu Yanfu went up a hill alone to look at the terrain, and accidentally fell into an deserted ravine.
Zhu Yanfu thought to himself that during the Battle of Changjin Lake, his intestines were picked out by the enemy, and he could still climb several hundred meters. This hillside was nothing, but he slid down even after climbing several times, until Tired and fell asleep.
After dark, his wife Chen Xiyong and his eldest daughter found Zhu Yanfu and carried him out of the ravine.
On the way home, Chen Xiyong said with great heartache: "It is important to get rid of the poor label in the village, but we can't work so hard!"
Zhu Yanfu put his broken arm around his wife's neck and said: "I am the village party secretary The goal is to allow the people in the village to have enough food and clothing, and to live a life of food and clothing, so I have to do this. If I don't do this, I will be a fake Communist Party member. "
After that day. , wherever Zhu Yanfu went, Chen Xiyong followed him, staying close to him day and night.
In the 25 years from 1957 to 1982, Zhu Yanfu wore out seven 17-pound iron prostheses, but Zhangjiazhuang set many firsts among the 71 villages in the county:
was the first to do so. A night school for farmers was established, the first to irrigate the land, the first to install electric lights on every household, the first to start planting economic fruit trees, and ranked first in the county in terms of grain output per acre and per capita income.
At this time, Zhangjiaquan had the folk song of "New Three Pangs": flowers and plants are so beautiful in spring, melons and fruits are so sweet in summer, and pockets are so bulging in autumn and winter.
After a writer came here to visit, he happily wrote:
The peach is young, its flowers are burning, and the son will return, which is suitable for his family; eat the peach and plant its core, and the core will produce buds in one year, and the branches and leaves will grow in two years. , three years of peach blossoms. The beauty of Zhangjiaquan is comparable to the classic "Book of Songs" that has been passed down for thousands of years.
But on this winter day, Zhu Yanfu finally collapsed from exhaustion. He couldn't afford to fall ill and was sent to County Hospital. After being discharged from the hospital, his wife Chen Xiyong advised: "You really should quit! Otherwise, your life will really depend on Zhangjiaquan."
Zhu Yanfu is very aware of his condition. He has severe cardiopulmonary disease and already has ascites. . At the end of that year, Zhu Yan voluntarily resigned as village party secretary, and the Yiyuan County Party Committee immediately decided to move Zhu Yanfu's family to Nanma Town, the county seat with better medical conditions.
But Zhu Yanfu could never forget Zhangjiaquan. He and his wife would go there every year. In addition to visiting the graves of his father and mother, he also just walked around and talked with the villagers about their daily life. But most of the time, he just Being able to stay at home in Nanma Town.
Once he left Zhangjiaquan and his fellow villagers, Zhu Yanfu seemed to have returned to the days he spent in the Affiliated Hospital of the Third Military Medical University in Changchun: Was he waiting to die?
Nanma Town is a heroic town, where the famous Battle of Nanma took place. After the Menglianggu victory in 1947, in the summer of the year when Zhu Yanfu joined the army, the East China Field Army and the Kuomintang's reorganized 11th Division started a fierce battle in Nanma. After four days and four nights, the People's Liberation Army destroyed more than 9,000 enemies and suffered more than 10,000 casualties. It can be said to be a tie.
Zhu Yanfu suddenly thought of his situation. If he stopped here, then the battle in life would only be considered a draw, because he was not dead yet. Since he was still alive, he would continue to fight.
Zhu Yanfu couldn't help but think of the instructor's words before he died: "There will be sacrifices in war. Even if we kill them all, it is nothing. If you survive, you must record the soldiers' feats in writing and pass them on to future generations. This is better than sacrifice." It’s more valuable, so if I close my eyes, my death will not be in vain.”
In fact, Zhu Yanfu has never forgotten the instructor’s instructions. As early as the second year after returning to the county town from Zhangjiaquan, Zhu Yanfu began to try the creation of short war novels. He successively tried "The King of Zhuanghu", "Rescue Story", "Mourning Qingshan", "Dream of Strangers", etc., all of which were War stories he was very familiar with.
Seeing that Zhu Yanfu was about to start writing a big book about the Battle of Changjin Lake, my wife Chen Xiyong said to me tactfully: "You are no longer the village party secretary. I thought you could have a good rest, and I am also lighthearted."
Zhu Yanfu was only half joking. Seriously said: "Rest? I don't have time to rest in my life. Are you tired? But it's still early for us! You have to stay with me for at least 30 years! I understand, you must have owed our Zhu family in your previous life I have paid my debts all my life!"
Chen Xiyong was angry and helpless, and said: "I knew you still wanted to write the book about the Battle of Changjin Lake! Alas! If you keep going on, I'm really afraid of killing you. This half of my life was lost in the end."
Zhu Yanfu said from the bottom of his heart: "In the past two years, I have always dreamed that the instructor came to me and asked me over and over again: Zhu Yanfu, the task I gave you has been completed. No? I said not yet! The instructor got angry and promised you, Zhu Yanfu, that if you survive, you will forget about your dead comrades! If you cannot complete this task, my comrades and I will have to settle the score with you! You "Can I do it if I don't write?"
When Chen Xiyong heard this, he quickly said: "Write, write, I will buy you paper and pen and ink tomorrow."
After he started writing, Zhu Yanfu sat down for several days without writing. Write a few lines.
In May of this year, General Chi Haotian, Zhu Yanfu’s old comrade in the Changjin Lake Battle, then Minister of Defense, visited the Menglianggu battle site and came to Nanma Town to see him.
General Chi Haotian and Zhu Yanfu
General Chi Haotian opened the way and Zhu Yanfu said: "You don't need to write about anything else, and you don't need to write about others, just write about the Battle of Changjin Lake in North Korea, just write about your own personal experience, I believe not only Our generation likes to read it, and young people will also like to read it."
Zhu Yanfu said on the spot: "Even if I fight another 250 Heights, if I don't win this book in my lifetime, I will be in vain as a volunteer soldier."
After General Chi Haotian returned to Beijing, he wrote three letters to Zhu Yanfu in succession, expressing his full support and no matter what difficulties he had, he wrote to tell him that he was only waiting to read Zhu Yanfu's book.
But Zhu Yanfu felt the difficulty of writing a book that was both historically accurate and touching. The first thing was the difficulty in conception - he had to have a good story outline first.
Zhu Yanfu spent a full 2 years reading and rereading some excellent works such as "How Steel Was Tempered", "Fire King Kong", "Snow General", etc. When he finished writing the outline of the story, it was already 1989 It's autumn.
One morning, Zhu Yanfu, who had finally revised the outline of the story, said to his wife Chen Xiyong: "When I was young, I took a hoe pole and a gun barrel, but these two poles died prematurely. From today on, I officially start to use a pen."
Chen Xiyong said happily: "Minister Chi has written to me several times and said that it's time for you to officially start writing!"
Because he lost his hands, Zhu Yanfu could only put a quilt on the amputated limb, put a paper clip on it, and hold it with his mouth. He writes with a pen, but it takes a long time to "arch" out a word.
But if I hold the pen in my mouth for a little longer, saliva will flow down the pen barrel, soaking the manuscript paper and blurring the handwriting. At first, the writing progress is very slow, and I can only write a dozen words at most every day.
Later, his wife Chen Xiyong came up with a way to tie a pen to the broken arm of his right arm and use his mouth and arms alternately, so that he could write hundreds of words every day.
The experience of blood and fire during the war years, especially the tragic battle of Changjin Lake, made Zhu Yanfu unforgettable, so every time he wrote, his comrades who were buried in North Korea always appeared in his mind, especially his instructors. I will think of him every time I write.
After gaining passion and proficiency, Zhu Yanfu can write more than 500 words every day. His wife Chen Xiyong said that this was something to celebrate, so she made Zhu Yanfu a meal of dumplings stuffed with goat meat.
In the four seasons of the year, in the long or short nights, as long as I, Zhu Yanfu, write, Chen Xiyong sits beside me and stays with me. Especially on rainy and cloudy days, blood oozed from the severed sides of Zhu Yanfu's limbs, so Chen Xiyong kept wiping the wounds with cotton wool. In hot weather, because he had no money to buy an electric fan, Chen Xiyong used a cattail leaf fan to keep the heat away.
The first part of the autobiographical novel written by Zhu Yanfu is a true reproduction of the Battle of Changjin Lake, which brought him back to the battlefield of that year. Sometimes in his sleep in the middle of the night, he would shout "Charge! Kill!" Roll out of bed.
After Chen Xiyong woke up, he looked at the section of Zhu Yanfu's broken arm and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Zhu Yanfu said, "It hurt so much that I knew I was alive. As long as I'm alive, it's easy. I As long as I am alive and alive, I can continue to write."
Chen Xiyong said with tears, "If you dream, just call me and I will catch you, so you won't fall and get hurt."
Zhu Yanfu was joking. Said: "In addition to the company commander, instructors and comrades-in-arms in the dream, there are those American Japanese soldiers. I didn't bother to call you."
From that day on, Chen Xiyong slept holding Zhu Yanfu's broken arm every night. As soon as Zhu Yanfu shouted "Come on! Kill!" and as soon as his broken arm moved, she hugged him urgently.
But as a result, Chen Xiyong often couldn't rest well at night, so Zhu Yanfu secretly took sleeping pills, but he was discovered just after taking them twice. He said that taking sleeping pills would stimulate the bad brain, and he would not be able to write in the year of the monkey. When Zhu Yanfu finished writing the first draft of the novel
, he went to consult a famous local person. Unexpectedly, he only read part of it and said, "Even if it is ten times better than the first draft, it will not be published. Nowadays, people like to read romance books." , No one will publish such a book, and no one will read it!"
When Zhu Yanfu heard this, his heart suddenly went cold, and he couldn't help but have the idea of quitting writing.
Chen Xiyong got angry at Zhu Yanfu for the first time and said: "If you don't write it down, are you worthy of your company commander, instructor and sacrificed comrades? Are you worthy of Minister Chi? Take a step back and say, are you worthy of me?" "
Zhu Yanfu said very aggrievedly: "The authority has said that this book is neither published nor read. Why should I write it? I will suffer, and you will also suffer."
Chen Xiyong is like an army leader. He also warned: "You must continue to write this book. Just write it and produce the best you can. If it doesn't come out, we will make it a family history and let our children read it."
Zhu Yanfu, whose blood was boiling, raised his right arm towards his wife as a pledge. : "Never give in again!"
Zhu Yanfu
When writing the second draft, Zhu Yanfu named his autobiographical novel "Extreme Life". This time, Zhu Yanfu didn't ask anyone for advice. Instead, he asked his wife Chen Xiyong for advice.
Chen Xiyong said: "The title of this book is very good. The human body has limits, but the human spirit has no limits."
Later, the children heard that their father was writing a book, so they all came to persuade his father to dictate it. They were responsible Take turns recording.
At this time, Chen Xiyong spoke up and said: "Your father is a fighting hero, you think of him as a three-year-old child. You are all parents of children, so it tastes good to eat food that your children have chewed."
As soon as Chen Xiyong's words came out, his children fell to the ground in admiration and ran away with their tongues hanging out.
In the spring of 1996, the Yellow River Publishing House, which is affiliated with the Jinan Military Region, sent a letter saying that after careful study, the editorial board decided to publish Zhu Yanfu's "Extreme Life".
While waiting for the sample book, Zhu Yanfu asked his wife Chen Xiyong: "How many pens, inks and papers have been used in the past nine years?"
Chen Xiyong said that he could no longer remember how many pens he had bitten and how many inks he had knocked over, but he had used She had a lot of manuscript paper, more than half a ton.
In July 1996, Zhu Yanfu's 330,000-word autobiographical novel "Extreme Life" was finally published.
Chi Haotian, then Vice Chairman of the Central Military Commission and Minister of Defense, heard the news and wrote the title of the book "Extreme Life" in his own handwriting, and praised Zhu Yanfu "for his iron bones and uprightness, his passionate book Spring and Autumn ", he is China's Paul ·Korchagin ".
The day he got the new book, Zhu Yanfu locked himself in the room and respectfully wrote the names of his fallen comrades on the title page. Then he threw away his crutches, removed his prosthetic limbs, knelt on the ground, struck a match and lit it. .
Zhu Yanfu said to himself with tears in his eyes: "Instructor, I have finally completed the task you assigned me. Company commander, Du Yumin, Wan Zhongxiang, Xu Fengming... my good comrades, I really miss you."
html In 2010, 4 years later, his wife Chen Xiyong was seriously ill and hospitalized. In fact, when Zhu Yanfu was writing "Extreme Life" in the later stage, Chen Xiyong was already feeling unwell, but she kept silent and did not go to the hospital for treatment. She just took some pills to relieve pain and wrote with her husband day and night.Zhu Yanfu cried after knowing all this and said, "If we want to leave, let's go together. You can't leave me alone!"
But Chen Xiyong was only worried about Zhu Yanfu, saying that he was stabbed out of the intestines by the enemy on the battlefield. He often suffers from internal anxiety at night, and it is too late to install a prosthetic leg. Someone has to carry him to the toilet at a trot.
Chen Xiyong told Zhu Yanfu: "If you leave, you must find a good nanny like me."
Zhu Yanfu said with tears in his eyes: "You are not a nanny, you are clearly my adoptive mother. Where can I find it?" You are such an adoptive mother. If you really leave, I, Zhu Yanfu, will wear sackcloth and mourn for you."
The day before Chen Xiyong died, his daughter pushed her father to the hospital in a wheelchair. As if he felt that he was about to leave, Chen Xiyong said vaguely: "Don't be tired. Go back quickly and find a good nanny."
At this time, Zhu Yanfu was stroking his wife's hands with his remaining arm and had already said No more words left.
The next day, news came that his wife had passed away, and Zhu Yanfu fainted on the spot.
After he woke up from the injection, Zhu Yanfu told his children: "Quickly make me a white dress. I will wear sackcloth and mourn your mother!"
was worried about his father's children, so he took turns to persuade him, Yimeng Mountain People value traditional etiquette, but there are husbands who wear sackcloth and mourn for their wives.
Zhu Yanfu cried loudly: "In order to take care of me and for this family, we have been married for 55 years, and your mother has only returned to her parents' home five times. She is your biological mother, but she is also my adoptive mother!"
The children heard this , all held their heads and burst into tears.
Shortly after his wife passed away, Zhu Yanfu suffered a sudden cerebral thrombosis. Although he recovered his speech function after rescue, he could no longer write with his hands.
Zhu Yanfu's greatest glory in his life was participating in the Battle of Changjin Lake, his greatest relief was writing "Extreme Life", and his greatest blessing in life was meeting his wife Chen Xiyong, so he had no regrets in his life.
Since there is no regret in life, then I will write about my regret-free life.Although his arm was broken and he could no longer write, Zhu Yanfu still had a brain and a mouth, so he hired someone to write for him and dictated it himself. Four years later, he published the biographical literature "A Man Without Regrets".
This book published by Xinhua News Agency has ten chapters, three of which describe Zhu Yanfu's personal experience after joining the army, especially participating in the Battle of Changjin Lake.
Zhu Yanfu
In 2014, Zhu Yanfu, whose heart disease worsened, underwent five heart bypass surgeries. Since then, his speech function has gradually declined, but his hearing is still good.
html On December 3, 2020, after Zhu Yanfu saw the news about the raging new coronavirus on TV, the 87-year-old Zhu Yanfu seemed to have returned to the battlefield of Changjin Lake.
Zhu Yanfu used his stump to hold a pen and wrote the six characters "We will definitely win". Together with his donation of 10,000 yuan, 's eldest daughter Zhu Xianghua was handed over to the country.
Today, the old hero Zhu Yanfu, who is about to turn 90, especially likes to listen to military bugles.
Whenever he hears the very familiar bugle sound on TV, the old hero Zhu Yanfu can't help but pay attention and salute, and slowly raises his right broken arm, his expression seems to have returned to the old days. Jinhu battlefield.
( is derived from my book manuscript "Iron-Blooded Changjin Lake". Media reprinting requires permission, and any infringement will be investigated. )
┃Ge Weiyang: The son of an exiled student during the Anti-Japanese War, a descendant of the martyrs of the Battle of Changjin Lake, and a writer in the field of non-fiction.
┃"Stepping on the Everlasting Fire" is collected by the National Library, and the documentary filmed based on it is listed as an exchange project with Taiwan.
