Bai Jiaxuan rested his elbows on the platen of the cotton gin, holding the cotton in the crook of one elbow. With the other hand, he evenly spread the balls of seed cotton into the wide machine mouth, and stepped on the strong piece of cotton in turn with both feet.
Locust wood pedals. In the sound of beep, beep, beep, the thick roller core is rolled up with strands of snow-white cotton velvet as soft as flowing clouds, and black cotton seeds embroidered with uncut flowers are leaking from the belly of the machine.
Come out. Stepping on the heavy machine, Bai Jiaxuan's waist is still as straight as a rafter, and his strong buttocks are raised as the pedal rises and falls. Xiaowen walked into the cotton ginning room and said in a panic: "The principal led Mr. students all over the street.
Big characters are written on it. All the walls are covered with 'All power belongs to the Farmers' Cooperative'. What's the meaning of 'Farmers' Cooperative'?" Bai Jiaxuan continued to throw cotton balls into the mouth of the machine and said without turning his head: "This has nothing to do with us.
It doesn't matter, why should you worry about what you have to do."
Bai Jiaxuan drove an ox cart back to a cotton gin from the city. He built a partition wall in the mud house where the dry soil for the washers was stacked, and separated a machine room to install the machine. After several adjustments, the cotton gin with the blue light of pig iron was ready.
A clear and harmonious sound sounded. Bai Jiaxuan decided to buy back this machine made in Shanghai, mainly for the convenience of his own cotton ginning. Not to mention that it costs the labor of a calf every year to ginning cotton.
It was too laborious to send the oxcart back. After buying the cotton gin, he took over the cotton ginning business first, taking the time to gin for himself during the intermission when there were no customers. He kept a handful of used ones at the door of the cotton ginning room.
The iron-tipped shovel and the wooden shovel must be scraped off the mud on the soles before anyone enters the machine room. Cotton is a clean product. He calculated that as long as the machine does not stop for the whole winter, the ginning money earned and the ginning money saved by himself will be enough.
If you buy back half a cotton gin, you will be able to earn back the cotton gin in two winters. "This is an internal and external account, accounting for both sides." Bai Jiaxuan said to Xiaowen, "You have to calculate this way in order to live your life.
Live a happy life." He always seizes the opportunity to provide enlightenment education to his son, hoping that he will soon have the scheming and independent personality that he should have as the future owner of this courtyard. In terms of teaching by example, Bai Jiaxuan stepped on it with dignity.
The cotton gin is the best example.
After the cotton gin started running, he and Shikazo Takafumi took turns to work. When there was a lot of work, they worked overtime until late at night. Sometimes they would get up after the rooster crows three times and start working again. A row of ice pillars about feet long were hung from the eaves.
, Bai Jiaxuan took off his cotton-padded jacket and trousers, only wearing a white shirt and single trousers, but he was still sweating. After many days, Xiaowen couldn't help but loudly said again: "Heiwa put the old monk's head in a guillotine." Bai Jiaxuan turned around and his face was still cold.
He said to his panicked son: "He didn't chop your head, why are you shouting in a panic?" Xiaowen couldn't restrain his panic: "Oh, the world is really in chaos this time." Bai Jiaxuan stopped and said, "Hey!"
The sound of the sound stopped: "Those who want chaos are eager to make chaos, and those who don't want chaos will not chaos." He jumped off the pedal of the cotton gin and said to his son: "Get on the machine and gin cotton. You won't panic as soon as you step on the cotton gin."
No more chaos. Even if the world is in chaos for eight times, you still have to rely on this for food, clothing, and living." He slapped the table of the cotton gin heavily with his thick palm, and then took down the cotton clothes from the cotton stack.
Wearing pants...
Bai Jiaxuan had just calmed down a small civil strife in the courtyard. The civil strife was caused by his precious daughter Lingling. In the evening when the original master was eating Laba porridge, Bai Ling came home unexpectedly. This was the first time since the siege.
Once when she returned home, grandma Bai Zhao held her granddaughter in her arms, biting her cheek for a long time, saliva flowing from her cheeks into her neck, and her incomplete teeth were licking her granddaughter's pink and red peach blossom
There were several grotesque marks left on her face. Her mother, Bai Wu, couldn't help but burst into tears and scolded her lovingly: "You are a heartless thing and you have tortured the entire family, old and young, to death." Bai Ling jumped up from her grandma's arms and turned around.
He kissed grandma again on the face, took out his handkerchief and wiped her mother's tears affectionately, jumped to the middle of the room and stood up straight: "I'm fine, aren't I? I've grown taller and eaten fat, you all have to worry about that."
What are you doing?" Bai Jiaxuan sat upright on the Taishi chair without losing his majesty. He saw the outlines of his daughter's two breasts hidden in the tight clothes of her narrow clothes, and her heart palpitated. Bai Ling was unaware of his father's thoughts and looked around.
All the people in the enclosure announced a piece of news with great joy, which immediately wiped out the intimate atmosphere in the room: "We have kicked the county magistrate out of office. It's great to cause a riot in Zishui County this time. A secret message from the Kuomintang and the Communist Party."
From generation to generation, all people living in Zishui in the provincial capital, whether they are male or female, old or young, those who study and cook, those who work as husbands, those who pick up rags, those who pull foreign carts, those who push vegetable carts, and those who carry persimmons and burdens.
Hundreds of people all rushed back to the county seat to demonstrate, hold meetings, give speeches, sing and perform plays, and caused a stir in the county government. A big sign saying "Zishui County People's Self-Determination Committee" was hung at the door of the county government.
While we were celebrating the victory of the struggle, someone in the county government reported that the county magistrate was preparing a list of arrests for the provincial police station. Everyone blew up the camp, rushed into the county government, and searched the list from the county magistrate's desk. Okay.
Ah, catching thieves and catching stolen goods, County Magistrate Liang is a duplicitous person. We took his stolen goods certificate to the provincial chairman to file a complaint. When Yu Big Beard saw the blacklist, he became angry and said, "Whoever obstructs the national revolution will be trampled."
Then he ordered Magistrate Liang to be removed..."
Bai Jiaxuan knocked the ashes from his cigarette and stood up and walked out. Bai Wu's timid eyes followed her husband's back and disappeared outside the door. She turned back to stop her daughter and said: "Lingling, if you want to study in the city, just study hard. Don't worry."
Follow others and run around like crazy. Remember, don’t say the nonsense you just said in the house. You should also look at your dad’s face when you speak.” Bai Ling said: “I saw my dad’s face and he was displeased.
I thought he didn't like to hear it. I told him to tell it to him, to clear up his feudal mind." She said cheerfully, and suddenly she shouted as if she had awakened: "Oh, Zhaohai Military Academy has gone. Before leaving, I asked me to give it to you.
He sent a message to his family, but I almost forgot about it."
She felt particularly happy when she thought of Lu Zhaohai. Zhaohai had fulfilled his wish to be a revolutionary soldier and joined the National Revolutionary Army defending the city shortly after the siege. His enthusiasm, his simplicity, his intelligence,
Especially his cultural quality, he was quickly valued by the officials, who recommended him to study military affairs at a military academy in Hebei Province. After Zhaohai received the notice, he made an appointment with her in front of a photo studio: "You understand that I am asking you to
What are you doing here?" A shy blush appeared on Bai Ling's face, and he turned around and walked in first. Before leaving, he took out a photo of the two of them from the photo studio and rushed to Bai Ling's second aunt's house. She signed autographs with him.
, they all wrote the parting words of "The National Revolution is Successful" to each other. It was a clear and cold night after the beginning of winter. She walked him to the steps outside the second aunt's leather goods workshop, and he turned and left.
Then he turned around again and suddenly opened his arms to hug her. She seemed to be expecting this move but was still panicked. Her panic and confusion quickly dissipated in the tight embrace of those strong arms.
, calmly pressed his cheek against the chest that exuded a strange smell. He released his hands and held her cheek. She felt his warm lips touching her eyes and sucking them, and she couldn't help but convulse.
Her legs were soft; the warm lips moved slowly against the side of her nose, and her heart began to beat hard; the warm and strange lips moved to her lips and stopped.
She moved, then began to kiss fiercely; her body trembled uncontrollably, and suddenly she felt a roar in her chest, just like watching the agarwood swing an ax to split the Huashan Mountain in the theater at the end of the mythological drama "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother"
The loud noise. After experiencing the roar in her heart, she gradually came to her senses, broke free from his arms, took out the copper coin engraved with a dragon from her underwear pocket, and stuffed it into Zhaohai's palm: "You
Take it with you and don't forget yourself." After saying that, he stretched out his arms, hugged his shoulders tightly, and pressed his burning cheeks against his. He said, "I taste your tears, they are bitter.
Astringent."
Bai Ling went to Lu Zhaohai's house. Uncle Lu Zilin had a lively attitude and kept asking her about many revolutionary things in the city. Zhaohai's grandfather, Lu Taiheng, was just a way of dealing with her, showing disdain and disdain for her in his words and eyes.
The indifference was obvious. If she could forgive him, she wouldn't take it to heart.
She walked out of this gatehouse with which she had formed a special connection, bypassed her gatehouse and went to Bailu Town Primary School to find Lu Zhaopeng. This was her first meeting with him as a revolutionary. She again
Once, unable to restrain his excitement, he told him about the riot in Zishui County, and complained about how Lu Zhaopeng, as the leader of the revolution, could not participate. Lu Zhaopeng laughed and acquiesced to her complaint without explaining it to her.
She was actually one of the planners and organizers of that struggle. She talked with him about the similarities and differences between the Three People's Principles and communism, the vigorous Northern Expedition and the upsurge of people's revolution in various places. She said: "The revolution is about to win.
When I think of the day of victory, I..." Lu Zhaopeng also said in a positive tone: "No one can stop the progress of the Northern Expeditionary Army, and victory is just around the corner."
This contact left her with the impression that Lu Zhaopeng was a piece of furniture that had already been formed, while Lu Zhaohai was still a newly cut log; Lu Zhaopeng was already a sharp axe, while Lu Zhaohai was still
Just like a piece of iron, he can be called an admirable big brother in all aspects.
Bai Ling returned home on time after dark. Her father and mother had not rested yet and seemed to be waiting for her. Bai Jiaxuan knew her whereabouts and still asked: "Whose house did you go to?" Bai Ling said: "I went to Zilin first."
Later, my uncle went to school to look for Brother Zhaopeng. I have to leave tomorrow. If I don’t go tonight, I won’t have time.” My mother asked in surprise, “I’m leaving tomorrow. You haven’t been back for a year. When you came back, you didn’t even last a whole day.”
I can't stay any longer." Bai Ling apologized to his mother with a smile: "I can't help it, Mom. The revolutionary situation is urgent, and the comrades have agreed to have a meeting tomorrow night. When we win, I will come back and live with you for a whole month." Bai Jiaxuan resisted the pain that rushed to his throat.
Bai Ling asked calmly and angrily: "Are you still studying or not?" Bai Ling said: "Yeah, why don't you study?" Bai Jiaxuan asked: "What will you do after you study?" Bai Ling said: "I like teaching. The revolution has won.
I just want to be a teacher and teach." Bai Jiaxuan said, "Don't study now, can you come home?" "No, no, no, no," Bai Ling refused without thinking, "Dad, I didn't expect you to say this now."
Talk." Bai Jiaxuan said: "Okay, you go to sleep now."
The next morning, when Bai Ling got up, she found that the door of the small building was locked from the outside. Before she could call out, her father walked down the steps from the upper room with his hands behind his back, walked through the courtyard and stopped in front of the door of the small building.
He opened the door and said, "Wangcun, your husband's family has asked a matchmaker to set a date for the third day of the first lunar month." Bai Ling shouted at the door: "If the Wang family wants to carry it, come and carry my body." Bai Jiaxuan had already walked to the second door.
, turned around and said, "Even the body must be carried away by the Wang family."
Bai Ling soon regained his lively nature, giving loud speeches and singing loudly in the small building. Mom, Dad, Mom, Brother, Sister-in-law, Sanwazi, Calf, and Ganda. Listen to me. The Kuomintang and the Communist Party lead the national revolution. The situation is great on the Northern Expedition.
Victory every day, the world is invincible. The reactionary government of the Beiyang warlords cannot hold on. The victory of the national revolution is just around the corner. Overthrow the great powers. Overthrow the great powers. Eliminate the warlords. Eliminate the warlords. The national revolution is successful. The national revolution is successful. Let's sing together. 5·654315·6-5431251-251-
.Mom, please send me two steamed buns quickly. I’m hungry.
Bai Zhao stood on tiptoe in the courtyard and scolded: "Lingling, you are crazy." Bai Wu's Xiancao walked to the door of Xiawu with two steamed buns. Bai Jiaxuan arrived without losing the opportunity and took the Xiancao from his hand. Mo said: "Let her shout and sing. She still has energy." Bai Ling saw everything that happened in the courtyard through the crack in the door. She felt a cat-like discomfort in her abdomen, and then her mouth began to feel sticky, and finally Unable to shout or sing, I lay on the kang and watched the pale winter sunshine quietly disappear from the eaves, and the air-conditioning and darkness enveloped the building together.
The window paper made a slight sound in the darkness, and something rolled onto her shoulder. As soon as she caught it, she started chewing it without hesitation. The two steamed buns, which were half wheat flour and half corn flour, seemed to be finished without eating. She could eat two more. She felt that her arms and legs were suddenly full of vitality. She jumped down from the kang and continued her speech. Bai Jiaxuan opened the door latch of the west room with a clang, stood in the courtyard and shouted: " If you keep shouting and singing, I will smash you to death with a hoe." Bai Ling yelled at the crack of the door: "Whoever blocks the national revolution will be trampled down."
It wasn't until late at night that Bai Ling's shouting and singing stopped. After dawn, Bai Jiaxuan washed his face, drank tea, smoked cigarettes, ate two brown and crispy steamed buns, and walked majestically into the ginning machine room of the feedlot. , took off his cotton-padded jacket, jumped on it, stepped on the pedal, and the big wheel and the small wheel of the machine started to rotate. The sound of "哳哳哳哳" sounded harmoniously and smoothly. He stepped on half a bundle of lint in one breath, and his whole body felt hot, and he was about to take it off. Wearing bulky cotton trousers, Xiancao hurriedly walked in with little feet: "Lingling ran away." Bai Jiaxuan walked out of the cotton-cotton house wearing a cotton-padded jacket, walked across the street and then entered the gatehouse of his house. The door lock of the mansion had been unlocked. A hole was dug in the gable wall, and a line of words was carved with a hoe on the whitewashed wall: Anyone who blocks the national revolution will be trampled down. Bai Jiaxuan asked Xiancao: "Why is this hoe here?" Xiancao said: "I don't know. I know. I probably forgot it under the cabinet sometime. It’s a useless piece of trash.” Bai Jiaxuan solemnly announced to the whole family during breakfast: “From now on, no one is allowed to mention her again. We will all treat her as her.” He is dead." For many years after that, Bai Jiaxuan had a cold face and only said one sentence to all relatives or friends who asked about Bai Ling: "He is dead. Don't ask again." It was not until the founding of the Republic in 1950 that two Communists A cadre walked into the yard and nailed a bronze plaque with the title "Revolutionary Martyr" on a yellow ground and red letters to the door frame of his house. Then he trembled with his gray beard and murmured: "I am the one who cursed the baby to death." Wow”
Bai Jiaxuan had no doubt at all about the authenticity of the news that Xiaowen was panic-stricken and came to the cotton gin room from outside. People coming from Kawahara carrying cotton bales to ginning every day also brought news from villages in all directions. Bai Jiaxuan fully had a premonition. As the chaos gets closer and closer, he also becomes more and more determined to prepare a strategy to deal with it: deal with chaos without chaos. He does not rob, steal, whoring, or gamble. He is a real farmer, whether it is the Kuomintang or the Communist Party. Be it Tian Fuxian, Lu Zhaopeng or Lu Heiwa, should the life of a serious farmer like him be destroyed? He stepped on the cotton gin, dripping with sweat and steaming, becoming more confident and at ease in his heart.