Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 14

“Grandma,”

sat down on the table, and I continued to ask my grandmother, “well, the Japanese let the Americans beat them away?”

“No, it’s not only Americans, but also old people. That year, wow, it was very lively. It was like singing a big opera all day long.

Lao maozi is tall and big, and his long legs walk fast and fast. When he passes by you, he brings a gust of wind. They drive armored cars past our door and roar. They almost didn’t collapse our house. It’s the first time that my grandmother has lived. It’s like a monster. It’s very frightening.

Many old people shake hands with you when they see Chinese people. Many people have yellow hair and blue eyes. They are not as stupid as the Japanese. They will give you as much money as you want to buy your things. They won’t bargain.

That day, I happened to be doing a small business in Fengtian City, when Lao maozi called in. The whole city was full of their people. The Japanese didn’t know where they were going. The shops and restaurants were all closed. They were all in a mess, and the train was blocked.

We waited at the station for two days. At last, a train was about to start. People tried their best to squeeze into the car. Who didn’t want to go home quickly? I don’t know what the family looked like at this time. The train door couldn’t be closed. When grandma squeezed to the front of the carriage, she couldn’t squeeze in any more.

I don’t know when the next train will leave. The impatient people climbed on the roof of the car. I followed them to climb up. I fell down and pulled down.

I climbed on the roof and went home.

“Where did the Japanese go?

“If you die, if you run away, many people will jump into the Daliao River and commit suicide. A lot of people go to see the fun and ask them, “what are you going to die for?

Can you go home?

“They said,” it’s not good to go home, you have to starve to death. “Some families can’t have children, so they choose their children. At that time, it was even more difficult. Sometimes when we did some business and just put the goods on the market, some people called out: “laomaozi is coming”. Everyone ran around like a bomb.

Some people take advantage of this opportunity to rob and steal things. In fact, Lao maozi did not come at all. Some people called it “fraud market” on purpose.

The Japanese ran away, and the factories in the city stopped production. The workers had no food to eat. They took out the bricks in the blast furnace and picked out dozens of miles to come to us for food.

In the evening, I live in the ruined temple in the west of our family.

“Xitou, isn’t Xitou a production brigade?

“Now it’s a production brigade. Early in the morning, it’s a ruined temple. All the people live in it. They call it huazifang. That year, it’s the twelfth lunar month. It’s cold in the sky. There’s no wind in the ruined temple. One or two people who died of freezing and starvation would have to be carried out in the morning. As soon as I saw this was too miserable, I took a broken quilt and went into the broken temple. I went in to have a look, there is a little girl in the corner of the wall, her fingers are too cold to bend, so I covered the bed for her

“Did she freeze to death?”

I asked with concern.

“No, the next day, her mother came to return the quilt. I said no, it’s for you.”

“When did they leave?”

“Your father saw that they were so poor that he let them live in our house. The old lady still wanted to marry her girl to your father.”

“Well, why didn’t my father marry her?”

“Your father didn’t like people. She said she didn’t read. That girl was not very sensible. Your grandfather didn’t like her very much.”

“And then?”

“It’s spring, and they go back to the city, and they don’t know where to go from now on.”

Grandma swallowed a mouthful of corn cake and continued to tell: “early morning, there are many people who died of starvation on the roadside.”

“So what? I’m starving. It’s rotten on the roadside and nobody cares about it!”

The grandfather interposed: “Alas, at that time, the common people were thinking about it. The Japanese devil had run away, and it was time to live comfortably. However, it never occurred to me that the national army and the Eighth Route started to work again. Alas, what a mess of war

“Granddad,”

@ P > I turned around and asked my grandfather, “who is good about the national army and the eighth route?”

“Hi”

my grandfather said: “all of them are Chinese. What else can I say? It’s better than Japanese. Eight poor, dressed in rags, clothes of all colors, not bandits dressed neatly. Some soldiers don’t even have bullets. Although the bullets on their backs are bulging, they are filled with high grain poles, pretending to have a lot of bullets. The national army is not as shabby as the eighth route. The army has money. All the soldiers are dressed neatly and beautifully. Each of them has a small saddle. Many of them are armed with submachine guns. When they hit with the Eight Route guns, they have to shake the bolts. ”

“I heard people say that”

@

grandma murmured: “what kind of Burma is the National Army transferred from, called the new Sixth Army, is the trump card army. The cook who cooks in our house is a Burmese. When I talk to him, he doesn’t speak a word of Chinese, and his skin is as black as a coal miner. The soldiers of the new Sixth Army sing when they have nothing to do. What do they sing? “My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China.” but they are not from Northeast China. They are all from Guanli. I asked them, “young man, are you afraid of death in battle?” Grandson, guess what they say

“What do you say? Grandma

“Hum,”

my grandfather interrupted again: “hum, the soldier of the national army said:” die?

If you die, you’ll be a mother!

“Ba Lu asked our fellow villagers to help sweep the courtyard and carry water when they came. They would sleep on the Kang with us at night.

When the new Sixth Army arrived, they didn’t sweep the yard or carry water. They called me big brother and your grandmother and sister-in-law. When they saw that there were pigs and chickens in our family, they would buy them. They always gave more money each time, but never a lot. They said that it was not easy for the common people.

They do not eat chicken in the same way as we do. They do not remove the hair and peel off the skin.

In the evening, they don’t go to bed on the Kang, but spread their luggage on the ground.

When they eat, they call your grandfather and I will eat with them. Grandfather, I am quite willing to talk to the national army. The national army is a genuine army, and the eighth route is a rebel.

However, grandfather, I can’t drink, and my face will turn red after drinking. Later, when the National Army drinks, I will drink tea, haha.

“Yes,” grandma sighed: “grandson, speaking of the national army, I suddenly remembered one thing. One day, your grandfather was having dinner with the national army. Your father and your third uncle slipped into their room and saw a gun on the Kang. Your father and your third uncle were playing with each other. Your third uncle rode on the barrel of the gun. Your father did not know what to do with it When the gun rang, all the people in the room ran to the room. My God, there was smoke in the room. Your uncle was still sitting on the barrel of the gun. Your father was scared to cry.

After a long time, the officers did not say a word. After a while, many officers and soldiers came from various places, and they all inquired about what had happened.

The officer said, “nothing wrong, the gun is off fire.”.

Later, he said to me, “sister-in-law, you can see that you are a kind-hearted person, and your child has this blessing. I also borrowed your light. You know, if your child has three long and two short, the officer will kill me.” “National army,” it can be seen that grandfathers and grandmothers have a special feeling for the national army, especially their grandfathers: “grandson, there is a child in the national army, who is 14-5 years old, and is an orderly of the battalion commander.

He said that he served the battalion commander. I think it was the battalion commander who served him.

The child soldier loves to wet the Kang. Every morning, the battalion commander washes his wet sheets.

That year, when your grandmother went out to do business, she always carried a money tag on her back. The little soldier fell in love with your grandmother’s money and had to buy it. Finally, she asked him to give it to the bear.

He carried money on his back, and he also wanted to go to the city to do business with your grandmother. He said that he had never been to the city once since he ran from Yunnan Province. He wanted to see what the city outside the pass was like and whether there was a city in Yunnan that was fun.

At that time, there was No.8 road in the city. Your grandmother said, “kid, you want to go. When you get to the city, I’ll tell the eighth route that you are the new Sixth Army.” he knew that your grandmother was teasing him: “that’s OK, auntie. The eighth route will give you a reward. “Hey, he really went to the city with your grandmother.”

“Grandma,”

I asked my grandmother, “grandma, you didn’t give him to No.8 road?”

“Oh,” grandma replied seriously, “grandma doesn’t want to do such a bad thing. The national army and the Eighth Route fight, whoever is willing to win will win. What’s the relationship with our common people. No matter who comes or comes to our house, they are all guests. We warmly welcome them. Grandson, this little soldier has a lot of fun

“What a fuss

“Grandson, grandfather told you that one day, in the middle of the night, there was a sound outside, and all the soldiers went out to guard. The little boy was sleeping very dead. Besides, he could not fight, and no one woke him up. When he woke up and saw that there was no soldier in the room, he asked his grandfather: uncle, battalion commander, army, where have they all gone. My grandfather tried to frighten him: “the Eighth Route came just now, and they all ran away,” little soldier, I cried out loud.

Your grandmother said, “Oh, what are you scaring him to do? Look, you scared him.” your grandmother told him: “your battalion commander and soldiers are outside.

“He put on his clothes and ran out to see that they were all in the yard. They were all standing with guns in their hands. This time, he felt confident. He went into the house, fell on the floor and fell asleep again.

“Grandma,” I asked, “is route eight coming?

“Here it is.”

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grandma filled a bowl of hot soup and continued: “that day, I really started fighting, from noon to midnight. The Eighth Route Army was fighting in baozi. The new Sixth Army was afraid of hurting the common people. The official ordered that they should not fight back. They all ran out of the fort with guns and yelled at the Eighth Route Army: “come here, you have the seed.

The Eighth Route Army chased the Eighth Route Army out of the fort. All the Eighth Route Army were killed. The soldiers of the new Sixth Army scolded the Eighth Route Army for being too disrespectful. Why should they fight in Baozi and hurt the people who have nothing to do with it.

After liberation, the town government set up a monument to the Eighth Route Army killed by the national army. It also circled a courtyard, which was built like a temple, which can be seen by the commuter train.

In that battle, many people died in the new Sixth Army. The officials asked to buy coffins to bury them. The national army is really rich. Only by buying coffins can the wood be thick.

Those who were seriously injured were put in the yard, waiting to die slowly, and those who were slightly injured were put in the room.

The wounded soldier is so painful that he calls his father and his mother. It’s hard to hear it. Who has no children? If he sees his children fighting like this, who can stand it.

Some wounded soldiers called for water from me. However, the official refused to let me drink it for him. He said that drinking water from a gunshot wound would be finished immediately.

The wounded soldiers were thirsty. When they were thirsty, they pointed to me and scolded: “damn you, common people, we worked hard for you in the front line, and you didn’t even drink water. It’s so heartless. “Well, he died without much noise.”

“Well, why didn’t they fight the Eighth Route Army in the end?”

I hope grandma can answer this question for me.

“Who knows, maybe it’s the right thing to do. It’s arranged by God. Everything has to be fate.”

This is my grandmother’s reply to me. My grandmother believes in life most. If there is something big, you must find a blind person to calculate.

“Well, where did they go?”

I continued.

“Come on, who knows where it is! Some were caught by Ba Lu and tied with their hands behind. The Eighth Route locked them in our house and sent soldiers to watch them. When they were thirsty, they asked me to send them a bowl of water. As soon as I entered the room and saw their poor appearance, I quietly asked them, “what’s the matter with you? Why haven’t you beaten the tuba road?

“Those officers who were tied up were flushed with shame when I said this:” well, sister-in-law, don’t say anything, it’s all over, it’s all over. ” One of them was still sobbing, and another officer asked me where their wives were. I said, “I don’t know where they are. Who dares to ask, I saw that they were all loaded into a big truck and pulled away!

“A fat officer said,” after that, the Communist Party has to send them to Fushun for coal diggers. No one gives them to their daughter-in-law. In order to make them dig more coal, the Eighth Route rewards their women to be daughters-in-law. ” “Really?”

I stare at the eye to ask grandma way, Granny shakes head: “do not know, grandma also don’t know, big guy all so roar, I see eight road can’t do this matter! No matter what, it’s all serious Army leaders

“Ma,”

she always listened to the third uncle’s words from her grandmother and grandfather: “however, after liberation, the Yaozi women were really sent to Fushun to be assigned to the coal diggers.”

“well, that morning, after the officers of the national army were pulled away,” grandfather was very depressed: “when the national army was defeated, the eighth route was coming, That man, my God, is really a big nose, his father – old nose! On the road in front of our house, the whole day hasn’t been finished. Tell me, where are so many people from? I really don’t understand. I’ve lived half a life. I saw such a long team for the first time. They were running with bumps one by one, and some of them could hardly breathe.

A soldier, thirsty, came into the room and asked me for water. I asked him where he came from. He told me that he came from Jinzhou. He took a scoop of cold water and poured it into his stomach.

When I saw it, how could I do it? If I ran so fast, I could drink cold water again.

Your grandmother and I took firewood and burned a large pot of boiling water. Whoever came in would drink it.

Your grandmother and I burned three pots of water that day.

Another soldier was holding a piece of cloth and asked your grandmother to mend his socks. He told me that the cloth was picked in Jinzhou street.

“Fellow townsman, you didn’t look at it. There are all kinds of things thrown on the street. There is no one in the shop for a long time. The good things are there and nobody cares.

However, our superiors ordered us not to take anything or bow down. Anyone who bent down to pick things was shot on the spot. I picked this cloth from a window sill, so I don’t have to bow down! ” “Grandma, which is better, the national army or the eighth route?

“I continue to ask my grandmother solemnly that in the literary works I have read and the films I have watched, the national army has been devalued to the extreme, while the Eighth Army has been elevated to a mythical position. I hope to reposition the national army and the eighth route from the mouth of my grandfather and grandmother:” who is good, granddad, the national army and the eighth route? ”

“Well, how to say that?”

grandma was really in a dilemma. She spread out her hands and said, “eight roads, your grandfather just doesn’t look up to them. You can’t tell whether they are officers or soldiers. Officers are not like officers, and soldiers are not like soldiers. You see now, huh?

You’re not allowed to do anything!

Everyone has to stay in the production team. It’s useless to dry all day long. If you plant green onions, you can’t plant radish.

What will they do if they bring the city students to the countryside to farm?

It can only help. All the potatoes were picked out before the time. They were rotten. They were just a bunch of losers. ”

“Hum”

my grandfather snorted coldly: “I just can’t see the eight roads. Why, I don’t have a proper shape. When the eight roads come, I will divide the landlord’s things and their land. Grandson, it’s not easy for landlords. They’ve saved them for a few years. They’ll give them points if they say so!

When the Eighth Route comes, the loafers in Liuhao who are not engaged in business are most willing to make do with it and report to the eighth road which family has how much money and how much land. When it is over, the eighth road will reward them with something.

There are no good or bad people in the eight routes. It’s good to let these people be the leaders.

Once the gang got together, they divided up an oil factory. What was the point!

It’s robbing. Whoever has more family members and has the ability can grab more. The soybean oil drips all over the ground. Your grandmother and your father also went there. However, they couldn’t grab the slot. So they moved back some bean cakes.

A good oil factory, grab faster than the wind, a flash of Kung Fu, everything is robbed.

The boss of the oil workshop kneels down to everyone. Who has any time to pay attention to him? He is so angry that he finds a rope to hang himself in the middle of the night. “OK, OK,”

grandma began to pick up the table: “old man, don’t break your beard, hurry up and tidy up, and have a rest early. Tomorrow morning, I have to get up early to catch the first bus and go to the city to sell eggs!”