Mrs.
Liang Qiao died.
Her body only weighed about fifty pounds.
She was as thin as a child, but she had a happy and contented smile on her face.
She was content to die next to a man and a child.
It was completely dark, so Liang Maocai carried his wife's body on his back and took his son on the journey.
He kept company with wild beasts deep in the Daqing Mountains.
His sense of smell and hearing became extremely sharp, and he was able to avoid ambushed whistles.
The masses were so hungry that they could not walk.
They could not see the road clearly in the dark and no one had the energy to search for them.
The people's communes and canteens had made people lazy.
Some people heard that those who were killed were production workers.
The captain and the cadre of militiamen who were helping the tyrants were secretly clapping their hands and applauding before it was too late.
After walking for three nights, we finally entered the Daqingshan area.
The country implemented a policy of seeking fertile land from the mountains and forests.
The former mountain forests turned into terraced fields.
However, as the altitude increased, the mountain forests became denser and denser, and the number of people became less and less.
Liang Maocai carried his wife's body on his back and walked quickly.
His son followed behind him panting, wiping his sweat from time to time and asking: "Dad, when will we arrive?"
Liang Maocai didn't speak.
He stretched out his hand and pointed forward.
There was a faint roar of tigers coming from the vast forest.
Liang Pan gritted his teeth and said, let's go, the deeper we go, the safer it will be.
There were no roads in the mountain forest, so it was Liang Maocai who waved his knife in front to clear the way.
After trekking for more than ten hours, he finally reached the foot of a hillside.
Liang Maocai moved a clump of branches to reveal the entrance to the cave.
This is a man-made nest that can protect against wind and rain, protect against wild beasts, and store grain, dried meat, and a little salt.
Liang Maocai dug a hole nearby, put his wife in it, and piled it into a small round grave.
He took his son to kowtow in front of the grave.
"Old woman, I owe you the most in this life, and I can only repay you in the next life."
Liang Maocai's voice was low and he did not shed tears.
The son cried instead.
"It's not in my Liang family to cry to the point of tears."
Liang Maocai scolded.
Liang Pan quickly stopped crying, helped his father set up the stove, and cooked some porridge.
While he was eating, Liang Pan suddenly noticed a man standing on the slope not far away.
He was wearing a grass-green military uniform and holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.
The black muzzle was pointed at them, and there was a hound watching eagerly beside him.
Liang Pan broke into a cold sweat, but the pursuers were still coming.
The leading soldiers had already arrived.
The large army must be not far away.
They would definitely not be able to escape this time.
But Liang Maocai was not afraid at all.
Instead, he invited the man to come down and eat together.
The man put away his rifle, came down with his hound, sat down cross-legged, took out a dry cigarette and asked Liang Maocai to smoke it.
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He looked at Liang Pan and said, "Your son."
Liang Maocai said: "Yes."
Pointing to the grave in the distance, "My wife."
The man nodded, took out a bag of salt from his satchel, put it on the ground, and left with the hound.
Liang Pan asked: "Dad, who is that?"
Liang Maocai said: "He is a hunter."
In the days that followed, the father and son took root deep in the mountains.
Life in the mountains was hard, but it was better than in the village.
At least they would not die of hunger.
Nature provided endless food, including birds, animals, fruits, mushrooms, mountain spring water, and Liang Maocai also planted He bought some wild millet, and he had a gun, but he rarely used the bullets.
He used primitive bows, arrows, spears, and traps for hunting.
The hunter would come every other month, bringing salt, needles and threads and other items.
Once he sneered and said, "Master Ten, the case you did is quite big, and five lives were injured.
Aren't you afraid that they will come into the mountain and arrest you?"
Liang Pan wondered why this hunter called his father Shi Ye.
Liang Maocai said two words: "He deserves to be killed."
The hunter said nothing more, put down a raincloth and left.
When he walked away, Liang Maocai said to his son: "This man's name is Cheng Shuanzhu, and he was also the number one figure back then."
Autumn turned to winter, and the most difficult winter came.
After a heavy snowfall, there was less and less food to eat, and Liang Maocai also became seriously ill.
After ten years in the mountains, his body was exhausted, and he finally reached the point where he was exhausted.
For three days in a row, Liang Maocai was running a high fever and talking nonsense.
He told stories from the past intermittently, about the days when he took the tenth position in Gai Dawang's village, about how he was an officer in Chen Zikun's mixed brigade, and he swept across Shanghai with a Thompson.
During the great years, he lived in Japan and lived in debauchery, and he returned to fight against Japan and shed blood on the battlefield.
Cheng Shuanzhu came and gave some herbs, but it didn't help.
Liang Maocai was already seriously ill.
Before he died, Liang Maocai said to his son: "You can't learn from your father and hide in the mountains and forests for your whole life.
You have to get out.
The colorful world outside is wonderful."
After saying this, Liang Maocai, the former tenth leader of Daqingshan, closed his eyes.
Liang Pan buried his father and mother together and prepared to go down the mountain with the relics.
In addition to the knife, his father also left him a shell gun wrapped in oil paper and twenty rounds of bullets.
At the beginning of spring, he finally walked out of the mountains and looked at the spring-filled earth.
Liang Pan was confused, where should I go?
Five people died in the Liangjiazhuang production team of Kushuijing Commune.
This case was never solved and had a very bad impact on the masses.
The superiors were very angry and punished some cadres.
They also dealt with some of the land-rich, anti-bad and right-wing elements in Liangjiazhuang and sent them to Salt Lake Farm was sent to labor reform.
The full name of Salt Lake Farm is the Fourth Model Labor Reform Farm in Jiangdong Province.
Because it is located in a barren salt-alkali land and next to a swamp, everyone calls it Salt Lake Farm.
This place was originally established for the purpose of suppressing counterrevolutionaries and detaining members of the Kuomintang military, police, Xiante, and reactionary Taoist sects.
Later, it was gradually improved.
Counterrevolutionaries, rightists, criminal prisoners, and juvenile delinquents from the province all came here to undergo labor reform.
After nearly ten years, Construction has transformed a barren land with a few shacks into a modern labor camp surrounded by barbed wire.
Xiao Lang and Liu Youjin have been undergoing reform through labor here for nearly ten years.
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They came here during the anti-counterrevolutionary movement and rebelled against the Right in 1957.
Their old friend Gong Zijun also lived in the prison cell at Salt Lake Farm and has now been in prison for three years.
It’s time to eat.
Strictly speaking, the farm is not a prison, but a place of reform through labor, so the management is not too strict.
Especially for some prisoners who have been detained for ten years, they are quite free to move around and can even go home for the Spring Festival.
Xiao Lang graduated from the Department of Civil Engineering of Tsinghua University.
He has designed and constructed the Huaijiang Iron Bridge and municipal projects.
He is very experienced in infrastructure construction.
In fact, he designed and personally supervised the construction of the prison buildings, workshops, and walls of the Huaijiang Farm. , so he has a high prestige on the farm, even the correctional officers look up to him.
During natural disasters, the rations of both cadres and prisoners were greatly reduced.
The farm was located in a remote area.
Prisoners suffering from various diseases due to lack of food frequently died.
The guards were helpless.
There was no food in the city, let alone the farm, let alone their own.
The legs are also swollen.
If you press a hole, let these anti-party and anti-socialist rightists be left to their own devices.
That afternoon, Xiao Lang staggered into Cell No. 3, where Liu Youjin and Gong Zijun lived.
Gong Zijun was seriously ill and bedridden, and Liu Youjin was feeding him with a bowl of water.
"Mayor Xiao, you're here."
Liu Youjin saw Xiao Lang coming in and put down his bowl to greet him.
His eyes were shining with hope.
He thought Xiao Lang had brought food.
Xiao Lang said: "Old Liu, come out with me for a moment."
Liu Youjin followed him out and walked to the back of the prison cell.
Seeing that there was no one around, Xiao Lang took out two large carrots from his pocket.
"Old Xiao, thank you so much."
Liu Youjin burst into tears while holding the radish.
He hadn't eaten anything real for a few days, so he always used clear soup to soothe his belly.
To wipe the radish, you have to bite it in one bite.
"Wait a minute, this carrot is not for you to eat."
Xiao Lang stopped him.
"What's going on if you don't feed me?"
Liu Youjin looked confused.
Xiao Lang said: "It's for you."
Liu Youjin smiled bitterly: "How can I use carrots?
I'm not a woman."
Xiao Lang said: "Where are you thinking?
This is what I gave you for use."
He looked around again and whispered a few words.
Liu Youjin's face became extremely pale: "This, this, this, this is fine.
If you catch me, you will be shot."
Xiao Lang said: "I am about to starve to death.
This is the only way to go."
Liu Youjin said: "Let me think about it."
Xiao Lang said: "We don't have time.
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If it works, it's okay.
If it doesn't work, it won't work.
Either you agree now or go to the correctional officer to report me.
It's up to you."
Liu Youjin was silent.
It was obvious that he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.
Five minutes had passed, but it seemed like a long century to him.
"Okay, I'll do it with you."
Liu Youjin finally made up his mind.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the past, the young man who forged documents and went to Nantai to become the fake county magistrate.
Xiao Lang said: "I still need someone to help me, Gong Zijun."
Back in the prison cell, Liu Youjin lay down in Gong Zijun's ear and whispered a few words.
Gong Zijun, who was seriously ill, suddenly became energetic, struggled to get up and said, "Okay, I'll join."
The reason why he is more determined than Liu Youjin is simple.
He was sentenced to fifteen years, but he only served three years in prison.
There is still a long sentence that he cannot survive.
Xiao Lang said: "We are a trinity.
We must live together and die together."
He stretched out his hand, and the hands of Liu Youjin and Gong Zijun also stretched out and held each other's hands.
"Take this first.
Be careful when using it so as not to be discovered."
Xiao Lang took out two carving knives from his body and handed them to Liu Youjin.
Liu Youjin is a well-known epigraphy expert in Jiangdong Province.
He has collected many ancient seals and is also quite accomplished in seal carving.
For him, carving official seals with radish is a piece of cake.
Xiao Lang is a "senior" prisoner and can enter and leave the farm director's office for cleaning.
This morning he came to the office as usual.
When no one was there, he used a wire to open the filing cabinet and tore up a few blank official documents with the Bureau of Labor letterhead.
The letter is hidden on the body.
After cleaning, Xiao Lang returned to the prison cell and sorted out the scrapped papers he had accumulated during this period.
These were all he picked up from the wastebasket, and now he finally put them to use.
Gong Zijun's calligraphy is very good, and he is especially good at copying other people's handwriting.
This is also one of the keys to success or failure.
Xiao Lang also stole a water-soaked pen nib.
There was some ink in the nib, which could be dissolved with water to write.
Under a dim electric lamp, Gong Zijun wrote the leave approval note and the letter of introduction on the letterhead, and he was dancing in the background.
After signing the name of the field director, Liu Youjin took out the carved radish official seal, dipped it in ink mud, and stamped it.
"Whether you can escape depends on this piece of paper."
Xiao Lang blew on the letter and sighed with emotion
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