Apparently, the man on the other side of the fence saw Xue Xiang's figure and took him for an old man.
However, when Xue Xiang heard this, he was even more shocked. He realized that the old man in the room was a party member who truly should be regarded as a role model.
Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Xue Laosan realized that he had met an old man on the edge of the field that day. The old man said that he was competing with God for his fate and was replanting all night. The replanting was not at all for his own field, but for the middle-aged man.
Men do work.
What kind of sentiment this should be can only be explained by the sentence "not self-interested, dedicated to benefiting others" in the leader's article "In Memory of Comrade Bethune".
However, when the middle-aged man complained, Xue Xiang was moved and did not respond.
The middle-aged man over there thought that the old man had lost his temper, and said quickly: "Uncle, uncle, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm talking nonsense, and a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory."
As he spoke, there was a snapping sound, and Xue Laosan could clearly see that the middle-aged man was actually slapping himself.
Then, I saw the middle-aged man rushing here in a hurry and said: "Uncle, don't sweep. Don't sweep. It's a cold day. If you get frozen, I, Lange, and the folks will
To explain, my uncle has to chop me alive. If I don’t catch fish this year, my uncle won’t let me go. This will make me celebrate the New Year... Hey, who are you?"
The middle-aged man ran two meters away and realized that instead of an old man standing opposite, he was clearly a handsome young man.
If the middle-aged man was surprised at this moment, then Xue Laosan was struck by lightning, his soul was shattered, and he stood frozen on the spot.
"Hey, who are you? Are you a chicken thief? In the dog days, you even dared to steal my uncle's chickens. You son of a bitch is getting tired of living. No, no, you are not a chicken thief. You are a thief.
Chicken thief Lange knows how to sweep snow, tell me who you are..."
The middle-aged man talked to himself for a long time, but Xue Laosan didn't respond.
The middle-aged man was anxious. He grabbed Xue Laosan's arm and shook it violently. The latter's spirit, which had been drifting for nine days, jumped back into his body with a sudden movement.
Xue Laosan's shoulders swayed slightly. The middle-aged man jumped to the ground and let go of his hands, as if he was electrified.
The middle-aged man's eyes were blurry. When Xue Laosan jumped back to the house, the standing broom fell to the ground.
When Xue Laosan wandered into the house, the old man had already tidied up and was squatting at the narrow mouth of the stove, lighting the stove fire.
Xue Laosan rushed in. The old man grabbed a bunch of straw, touched the flint lightly, and quickly lit the fire. He stuffed the torch into the stove, quickly broke off two branches, and poked them into the stove without looking back.
Then he spoke up, "Young man, sleeping on a cool bed depends on your strength. Your body is so strong. In this cold weather, you can only survive one night. It's almost as good as the old man when he was young."
"In the winter of 1941, during the Shanxi-Shandong-Henan anti-mopping campaign, my old man had just been assigned to the Taihang Division in the northwest of Shanxi. The first mission he led the reconnaissance company was to find a way to disrupt traffic and paralyze Japanese armored vehicles. I led the troops to run for sixty meters overnight.
Here, seven bridges were destroyed and two were dug along the only way.
There were more than ten pitfalls, and the armored vehicles were holding them back, but my troops were also surrounded halfway up the mountain. On a cold day of more than ten degrees below zero, I led my comrades in single clothes and fed them with pepper water, and they were stunned to fight against the Japanese.
One night, many comrades died in battle, but they were frozen to death..."
Without warning, the old man began to talk about the history of the war. At this point, he saw the middle-aged man who had been standing by the door for a while and scolded: "What are you doing here? It's already what time. Why don't you go do it?" Live, your mother-in-law, your baby doesn’t want to eat or drink? Get out of here, get out!"
After being scolded, the middle-aged man was not angry but happy, and said with a salivated face: "I will listen to Hazi again, and I will listen to Hazi again. Why don't you usually tell us about these things? It's so exciting. By the way, baby Uncle, this young man is..."
"Hey, I said you're not done yet, get out, get out now, if you don't give the farmers the ditches in the field today, let's see if your kid dares to come back!"
The old man scolded and threw a wooden stick. The middle-aged man begged for mercy again and again, and disappeared without a trace before he finished speaking.
The old man didn't look back and continued the story he just told: "After the battle, a company of capable soldiers was left with less than one squad. In fact, that battle was a fatal battle at all. Our squad I was able to survive because of God's help. It was too cold and I worked for most of the night. Many of my brothers in unlined clothes froze to death. The little guy in a military coat underneath was also the son of a father and his mother. He couldn't bear it anymore and had to retreat. , the little devil is gone, but the old men can't move anymore, their eyebrows are covered with frost, and they are so cold that they don't even know they are cold, but they are getting hot all over. My old man has been through the cold, and I know that this is a sign that the game is over. .”
"I thought my life was about to be handed down here, but when the rescuers came, a few fellow villagers who went into the mountains early in the morning to cut firewood found us. They took off our clothes and rubbed the snow for a long time in the snow. His skin turned red, and he was given a burning knife, so his life was saved. Later, he was taken to his home by a fellow villager to be raised. Unexpectedly, before he had even survived a day, something serious happened. Traitors reported on him and the puppet army was maintaining him. Under the leadership of the president, a manhunt came to the door. At that time, I was hidden in a cellar under the cesspit. As long as the villagers opened their mouths, they could survive. But those villagers gritted their teeth and refused to let go. He was stabbed to death on a wooden stake, his stomach was disemboweled, and his intestines were spilled all over the floor. Oh, what a good fellow villagers. I, Wang Erwa, owe them nothing, and I can’t pay them back in this life. It seems that I will have to pay them back in the next life. Just be a cow or a horse..."
As a descendant of a soldier, Xue Laosan naturally heard a lot about war history and military history, but mostly he heard about how to fight and the classic battles in which our army majesticly swept through thousands of armies. But a company-level battle like this, no, But he had never heard of the battle. But it was such a plain story, with almost no beginning and end, but it made him shiver all over.
Suddenly, Xue Laosan understood everything and suddenly said: "You don't want to come out to help me, I'm afraid it has something to do with this story."
The old man was stunned. He stretched out his hand and stuffed half a handful of firewood into the chest. He put half of it in and grabbed the other half with his rough hands, freezing on the spot.
I don't know how long I was stunned for, until the firewood in my hand crackled, crackled, and burned out of the stove, and the old man suddenly woke up.
The old man's reaction naturally fell in Xue Laosan's eyes. Obviously, he guessed it right.
It is said that Xue Laosan was able to see through the hidden secrets because of the middle-aged man's words, "Maybe if I don't catch fish this year, my uncle won't let me go."
The key is the word "grab the fish", which inspired Xue Laosan!
Just imagine how much trouble the Yunjin villagers and the government have caused over the years over Yunjin Lake water conservancy and fishery products.
What role does the old man play in these chaos? In other words, what is the old man's attitude towards fish grabbing?
Initially, Xue Laosan thought that based on the old man's party spirit, he would naturally side with the government and would be very dissatisfied with this illegal and criminal behavior.
It was precisely because of this inference, no, it was almost an agreement, that Xue Laosan fell into confusion.
He never understood why a veteran party member who was capable and willing to help others did not help him, a cadre who dedicated himself to the people.
Now that I think about it, this is not confusion, it is clearly a cognitive bias caused by fixed thinking.
At this moment, Xue Laosan has come to some understanding: it turns out that what he thought before was too wishful thinking. Let’s take the core issue. The old man and Mr. Xue may have the same understanding of benefiting the people, but their views are different.
A thousand miles away, in Xue's opinion, the only condition for making trouble with the government is that it is rebellion and illegal. But in the eyes of the old man, is this really the case? I'm afraid not entirely.
The middle-aged man mentioned "grabbing fish" in a nervous yet joyful tone. He did not regard "grabbing fish" as an illegal and criminal activity. It was clearly regarded as a Chinese New Year celebration at the end of the new year.
For a middle-aged man to get fish, Xue Laosan thinks it is a crime, but in the old man's opinion, it is probably the common people trying to find ways to benefit themselves.
With such a big cognitive deviation, how could the old man and Mr. Xue reach a consensus?
This kind of thinking is the most difficult to break, so it's no wonder that Xue Laosan can't reason logically.
After listening to the middle-aged man's unintentional words, Xue Laosan just got inspiration and guessed that he might have made a mistake in thinking again.
By the time the old man finished telling the story, his heart was full of repayment of debts and guilt. Xue Laosan had already pinpointed the psychological root of why the old man was leaning towards the common people when it came to the commotion among the Yunjin villagers.
At this moment, when Xue Laosan said, "You don't want to come out to help me, I'm afraid it has something to do with this story," the old man was so frightened that his hands were almost burned by the burning firewood. At this point, he had completely confirmed what he was thinking.
think.
"Old man, oh, you have really good intentions, but have you ever thought about it, just relying on them to make such a fuss, when will it end? Oh, every time the fuss is over, either two fishes or three dollars, but this
What can you do with three yuan and two fish?"
While talking, Xue Laosan stood up, opened the lid of the steaming pot, took the shovel with only half of the wooden handle left, and turned it over in the pot. The pot of sweet potato porridge was already about 70 to 80% cooked.
, dry and solid, yellow and shiny, sweet and fragrant.
Dang, Dang...
The old man took out his tobacco bag from his waist, banged it hard on the edge of the stove, and said: "You, Secretary Xue, must be from an official family. Three yuan and two fish won't do anything for you, but here we are."
For ordinary people, this is a big deal. Two fish can make a family happy for half a month, and three yuan is enough to pay a child’s registration fee for a year. Is this a small thing? "
The old man didn't pick up the fight, and Xue Laosan couldn't do anything about it. But this time, he was all alive. He reached out to cover the pot, sat down on the small bench on one side, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about it."
To use strong words to make excuses, to generalize and attack one point, but not as much as the rest, I did not say that two fish and three dollars are not important." (To be continued...)