Mai Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
The troops finally arrived and they could finally turn the tide.
He was not defeated yet.
He cheered up and pulled up the poplar root: "Let's go find the leader of the army."
What came was a vehicle regiment and an infantry regiment from the Jiangbei Garrison Division.
The convoy could not get in after it reached the outer perimeter.
It was blocked by farmers.
The soldiers did not force their way through and waited quietly.
Chen Zikun also heard that the army was dispatched.
He calmly said: "Let their commander come to see me."
Not long after, a middle-aged soldier wearing a May 8th-style military uniform came in a hurry.
His collar badge showed the rank of colonel.
When he came closer, he stood at attention and saluted: "Hello, chief, Luo Xiaolou, commander of the Jiangbei Military Division and commander of the garrison division, has come to report.
Please give me your instructions."
Chen Zikun returned the salute and said, "Take a break."
Luo Xiaolou is Qi Xiu's husband.
The young military student in Qi's class has grown into a mature revolutionary soldier.
It can be seen that he wisely chose neutrality in this struggle, and even leaned slightly towards Chen Zikun.
To be precise, he stood on the side of the people.
"Commander Luo, are you bringing troops?"
Chen Zikun asked knowingly.
"Reporting to the leader, I'm afraid that the masses don't have transportation means, so I brought trucks to help them transport food."
Luo Xiaolou replied calmly.
Chen Zikun said: "You came just in time.
Please help the soldiers maintain order.
Don't mess up the grain depot and cause losses to national property."
"Yes" Luo Xiaolou saluted neatly.
When the news came out that the People's Liberation Army was here to help us, the whole audience cheered again and warmly welcomed the People's Liberation Army.
The militiamen and soldiers were hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder, and the military and civilians were one family.
Mai Ping and Yang Shugen, who were like bereaved dogs in the corner, were dumbfounded.
Which song was this song about?
The co-authoring army was also bribed by Chen Zikun.
"Let's go to the prefectural committee."
Mai Ping said.
The two took off their straight Chinese tunic suits, picked up a straw hat and put it on their heads as a cover.
They squeezed out through the crowd.
They were exhausted and sweating profusely.
They hurried back to the prefectural committee and picked up the phone to ask for help from the province. , but the phone was blocked.
Mai Ping's skills were not enough in front of Chen Zikun.
The post and telecommunications office had been controlled by the militia.
All calls could not be made and telegrams could not be sent.
Pickets were stationed at train stations, bus stations and docks, temporarily interrupting all traffic. .
"Is Chen Zikun going to rebel?"
Mai Ping beat his chest.
He really couldn't figure out where Chen Zikun got such a bold man, who hijacked the masses and openly turned against the authorities.
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Mai Ping couldn't figure out that it was his own fault.
The broad masses of the people knew as clearly as if Chen Zikun was sent by Chairman Mao of the Party Central Committee to provide disaster relief.
How could it be wrong to work with him?
Of course, senior cadres don't think so.
For example, Commander Luo Xiaolou, he went through an extremely fierce ideological struggle on which side he would lean on.
The final result was not because he and Chen Zikun had an old relationship, but because he saw the power of the people.
If If he chooses to be an enemy of the people, what awaits him will be disaster.
With the help of the People's Liberation Army, the transportation pressure has been greatly reduced.
The trucks of the car group can pull more trucks than mule carts.
The soldiers helped the masses move food, and they walked happily and quickly.
The scene made people want to cry with excitement.
The situation was decided, and Chen Zikun gave instructions to leave half of the food for the people in the urban area.
They would receive it with their household registration certificates, and each family would receive a monthly food supply.
The comrades in the army worked hard and allocated 5,000 kilograms of wheat to enrich the canteen.
Everyone is happy.
Many people have gathered around Chen Zikun, including Commander Luo Xiaolou, militia commanders Ma Chunhua, Chen Bei, etc., as well as leaders of the national grain depot.
Anyway, things are already like this, so they simply follow Chen Zikun.
"Go to the prefectural committee."
Chen Zikun said.
"What are you doing there?"
Chen Bei asked.
"Take over local political power."
Chen Zikun was high-spirited.
"Okay."
Chen Bei put a windbreaker on his father's shoulders and stood behind him with his hands on his hips, giving him the feeling of Guan Ping beside Guan Gong.
The large group of people came to the old municipal building.
In front of the granite building, Chen Zikun was filled with emotion.
Twenty-two years ago, he led the soldiers and civilians to fight bloody battles against the Japanese invaders here.
The bullet marks from that year still remain on the wall.
There was a big sign hanging at the door of the prefectural committee, and there were guards and soldiers standing guard.
How dare the little soldiers stop these people?
Not only did they not stop, they even saluted.
A group of people surrounded Chen Zikun as he walked in the corridor of the Prefectural Committee Building.
The staff looked around when they heard their footsteps.
They were all frightened.
What the hell is this?
A revolution has broken out.
The revolution of 1949 has been successful. , whose life is this revolution?
Arriving at the office of the secretary of the prefectural committee, Chen Bei stepped forward and swept aside the messy documents, ink bottles and telephones on the table, and asked his father to sit down.
Chen Zikun sat down and said: "Immediately call the heads of each unit to come here for a meeting.
The regional public security department will be responsible for arresting dereliction of duty cadres Mai Ping, Yang Shugen and others."
"Yes" everyone took action immediately.
A clerk from the prefectural committee's official class told them that Secretary Mai and Secretary Yang were here just now.
Everyone immediately searched everywhere and finally found Mai Ping and Yang Shugen in a storage room.
Chen Zikun did not see them at all, and had the two of them detained until the organization dealt with them.
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After finishing all this, Chen Zikun picked up the phone and asked the post and telecommunications office to call the provincial party committee.
Zheng Zeru's eyelids were always twitching these days, feeling that something big was about to happen.
He called Beijing every day to inquire about the matter, but he did not expect that the incident was not happening in the temple, but in Jiangbei.
The secretary came in with a solemn look and said: "Secretary Zheng, Jiangbei line, this is Chen Zikun."
"Oh, Old Chen has arrived in Jiangbei."
Zheng Zeru picked up the phone suspiciously.
"Old Zheng, I'm calling you from the prefectural committee office.
I'm going to set off a big firecracker.
You have to be mentally prepared.
Don't scare you."
Zheng Zeru laughed heartily: "Old Chen, don't scare me, tell me what's going on."
Chen Zikun said: "I led a hundred thousand peasants to rebel against the prefectural committee.
I removed Mai Ping from his post and investigated him, temporarily detained him, and divided the grain from the national granary.
Haha, you are not scared, are you, Old Zheng, Old Zheng?"
, why don’t you speak?”
Zheng Zeru swallowed hard.
He couldn't say anything.
Chen Zikun was such an idiot.
He was setting off firecrackers here.
It was like setting off an atomic bomb.
"Old Chen, please don't make the next move.
Wait for me to come over and I'll leave immediately."
Zheng Zeru put down the phone, grabbed his clothes and said to his secretary: "Let the Railway Bureau prepare the car, no, let the Civil Aviation Administration prepare the plane, no , to mobilize the air force of the Air Force, I want to go to Jiangbei."
Twenty minutes later, Zheng Zeru's special car drove to a combat readiness airport of a certain Air Force unit.
The rotors of a grass-green Z-5 helicopter had already begun to operate.
The leaders bent over and pressed their hats to board the helicopter.
The Z-5 took off from the ground.
Fly towards Jiangbei.
Two hours later, Zheng Zeru arrived at Jiangbei Airport, and the garrison sent a vehicle to take the first secretary of the provincial party committee to the prefectural committee building.
"Oh, Old Chen, you've made me very passive."
Zheng Zeru started to complain as soon as he entered the office.
Chen Zikun acted as if nothing had happened: "One person does the work and the other takes responsibility.
I can still bear this responsibility.
I asked you to come here to ask you to deal with the consequences.
I will go to Beijing to bear the thorn and plead guilty."
Zheng Zeru was silent for a few seconds and said, "Old Chen, you did go too far this time.
I will try my best to make up for it for you."
Chen Zikun said: "The aftermath is not just wiping your butt.
If you dare to accept the relief food I distributed, I will arrest you too."
Zheng Zeru smiled bitterly: "I just want to accept it, but I don't have the ability."
Chen Zikun said: "Since you are here, I will resign and go home to raise my grandson."
After that, he went on his own.
"When it's over, go away and hide your merits and fame.
You're relieved.
You left the mess to me."
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Zheng Zeru shook his head and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
In the People's Auditorium not far from the Prefectural Committee Building, thousands of people were openly criticizing Mai Ping.
This was the instruction of Chen Zikun and the strong demand of the masses.
If this revisionist and bureaucratic guy was not defeated, the anger of the masses would It will not go out.
As for Yang Shugen, he was escorted back to Nantai by the commune members for a public trial.
Chen Zikun had far-reaching intentions in order to make these two people lose their prestige and be unable to hold their heads up, so that they could not retaliate against the masses.
When Chen Zikun came to the Gaotupo Family Courtyard, people gathered around him on three floors, telling him about the difficulties in life and talking non-stop.
"Everyone, please don't mess around.
Come one by one.
I will bring your opinions to the Central Committee and to Chairman Mao."
Chen Zikun was approachable and had a warm smile.
He listened carefully to everyone's opinions and summed up the following: I can't get enough.
Chen Zikun said: "The country is facing a natural disaster that has never happened in a thousand years, the Soviet Union is collecting debts, and the imperialists are blocking it.
We must believe that the party will lead everyone out of the predicament and realize communism."
Someone said: "Haven't we already achieved communism?"
Chen Zikun said with a smile: "You are talking about the big canteen.
It is only the primary exploration stage of communism and cannot be counted."
After finally getting rid of the crowd, Chen Zikun was finally able to hug his grandson.
Little Chen Guang was seven years old and was about to go to elementary school.
He was still relatively unfamiliar with his grandpa from Beijing, and he was too timid to lie in his grandma's arms and didn't dare to come out.
Chen Zikun had an idea.
He knew that boys of this age liked guns.
He reached out and pulled out a 1911 from his waist.
He removed the magazine, pulled the slide to check that there were no bullets, and then handed it to his grandson: "Do you want to play with this?"
"I think."
Xiao Chen Guang's eyes were glued to the gun.
Although there was no shortage of wooden guns and other toys at home, he couldn't touch the real thing.
"Call Grandpa."
"grandfather" "good."
Chen Zikun gave the empty gun to his grandson to play with.
Xia Xiaoqing shook her head angrily: "You, you, you are still like this when you are old."
"How can anyone in the Chen family not know how to use a gun?"
Chen Zikun said with a smile.
For the reunion dinner in the evening, Ma Chunhua wanted to have it at home, but Chen Zikun insisted on having a banquet at the prefectural committee.
Secretary Peng and two guards also sat down to eat together.
An important guest also came during the dinner.
Zheng Zeru.
Chen Zikun said: "Some things have happened in Jiangbei in the past few days.
Everyone knows it, so I won't say more.
I will go to Beijing tomorrow.
This may be the last meal we have together."
Everyone lowered their heads.
They were not ordinary people and knew the serious consequences of doing so.
Chen Zikun sacrificed his political future just to give the people of Jiangbei a good meal.
This sentiment is simply greater than that of a party member.
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Zheng Zeru raised his glass solemnly: "Old Chen, I respect you, have a good journey":