Zheng Zeru finally got his wish and entered the central government as Minister of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry.
Although he was complacent, he was also a little worried.
He said to his lover Pan Xin: "The significance of my coming to Beijing this time is like climbing a cliff.
If you climb well, you can see all the mountains and small mountains.
If you don’t climb well, you will be destroyed and your body will be broken into pieces.”
Pan Xin was very worried: "Then it's better not to go.
Beijing is the center of power and a political whirlpool, and the struggle is getting more and more intense.
Transferring you to Beijing at this time will obviously put you on the fire."
Zheng Zeru said: "I don't understand, but as a party cadre, how can I go against the organization's decision?
I can only do my best to do my job well, maintain good relations in all aspects, and not be the first to do anything."
Pan Xin said: "If you leave, what will happen to us two?"
Zheng Zeru said: "This trip to Beijing is like walking on thin ice.
You and Jeff should stay in the provincial capital.
Firstly, your job should not be changed.
Secondly, your child's changing school environment will have an impact on his performance.
Thirdly, it is also a kind of protection."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Pan Xin said, starting to prepare her husband's luggage.
Zheng Zeru was promoted to Beijing, but the small western-style building at No. 1 Fenglin Road was not returned to the Government Affairs Bureau.
The original governor took over his position as first secretary, and the deputy governor Ma Yunqing was promoted to governor, and the province promoted After a deputy governor was elected, the dormitory for senior cadres on Fenglin Road was somewhat insufficient.
The people living on Fenglin Road were all high-ranking party cadres, and it was impossible to evict any of them.
The cadres of the administration had no choice but to report to Governor Ma.
Ma Yunqing read the list of residents on Fenglin Road and said: "Some people are neither Party cadres, not leaders of the government, why do you still want to keep your residence?
How do you do your work?"
As a result, officials from the Government Affairs Bureau came to No. 10 Fenglin Road again and asked Chen Zikun to move.
The place had been found.
It was a 40-year-old courtyard house on Hubu Street in the city.
Speaking of which, Chen Zikun bought it.
What was used as an outhouse for Xia Xiaoqing was also the Chen family's own property.
Chen Zikun did not make things difficult for the officials of the Government Affairs Bureau.
He handed over the keys to No. 10 Fenglin Road and moved out of the house where he had lived for nearly 40 years.
Moving away from Fenglin Road means completely losing any relationship with the power center of Jiangdong Province.
The seven members of the Chen family moved to the courtyard house at No. 17 Hubu Street.
The house area is much smaller, and there is no longer a garden, lawn, swimming pool, or There are guards, chefs, drivers and health care nurses who no longer enjoy any privileges.
After the youngest daughter Chen Jiao graduated from Peking University, she was arranged by Chen Zikun to work as an editor at Jiangdong People's Publishing House.
Many years passed and she also changed from a young girl to a 28-year-old old girl.
Like her elder sister Chen Yan, It's hard to solve personal problems if you are high or low, but both sisters have one advantage, they don't look old.
At first glance, Chen Yan, who is forty, looks like a girl in her twenties, while Chen Jiao is walking on the street.
Sometimes he is mistaken for a high school student.
Time slowly flows eastward, and the international situation is changing.
Li Zongren, the former acting president of the Republic of China and the leader of the Guangxi clique, returns to the country.
Sino-Soviet relations are on the verge of water and fire.
The United States bombs northern Vietnam, the Seventh Fleet deploys troops in the Taiwan Strait, and the young People's Republic of China tests explosions.
The common people learned the news about the atomic bomb and the establishment of diplomatic relations with de Gaulle's France from the radio and newspapers.
In February 1966, the spring was cold.
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In the courtyard of No. 17 Hubu Street, there were ice skates hanging from the eaves, and deafening revolutionary songs rang out on the street.
In the east wing of the main hall, Chen Zikun was sitting cross-legged on the kang, wearing reading glasses and reading a newspaper. , the announcer's passionate and powerful voice came from the radio nearby.
"Comrade xx held a symposium on literature and art work in the army in Shanghai.
Comrade xx said that the literary and art circles were marked by an anti-party and anti-socialist black line.
Our political comrade xx called for a resolute launch of a socialist revolution on the cultural front."
The sound was too noisy, so Chen Zikun turned off the radio and continued to read the newspaper.
Today's Huaijiang Daily published an inconspicuous news.
Alternate Secretary of the Secretariat of the Central Committee and Director of the General Office of the Central Committee xxx was dismissed.
Vice Premier of the State Council xxx and General Staff Officer of the People's Liberation Army Chang xxx was arrested for conspiring to usurp the army and rebel against the party.
Chen Zikun sighed and closed the newspaper.
He had been in the political arena for many years, but he could no longer understand what was happening now.
He knew that he had been criticizing Hai Rui for his dismissal from office since the end of last year, and the drunkard's intention was to Beijing.
Municipal Party Committee, the intra-party struggle is becoming more and more intense.
Is it possible that the burning of the Qinggong Building in the Hongwu Period will be repeated?
The sky has cleared up, and the ice skates are dripping with water, forming a row of small pits.
Dozens of cabbages are stacked under the window sill, which are vegetables used by the Chen family for the winter.
Under the eaves of the west house is a pile of coal, which is perfect for heating in winter.
Rely on this.
Chen Zikun got off the kang and picked up a shovel to shovel coal to make coal cakes.
After a while, he felt hot.
He took off his cotton-padded jacket and threw off his arms to work enthusiastically.
His youngest daughter, Chen Jiao, came back from get off work and hurriedly put down her things and worked together, mixing yellow mud and coal.
Mix them together to make coal cakes and dry them in the sun.
Soon the yard will be filled with coal cakes.
A bicycle bell rang.
Chen Jiao put down the shovel, breathed hot air into her hands and said, "Sister is back."
Chen Yan pushed her bicycle into the yard, holding a letter in her hand: "There is a letter from mom."
It was a letter from Yao Yilei sent home from Hong Kong.
Chen Zikun hurriedly took it and read it carefully.
The year before last, his father-in-law Yao Qizhen died of illness, and his mother-in-law was nearly ninety years old.
Her health was getting worse day by day.
She missed her granddaughter very much.
Yao Yilei asked Chen Zikun to think of a way to save Chen Yan.
Send it to Hong Kong as soon as possible.
If possible, it is best to send Chen Jiao as well.
"What did mom say in the letter?"
Chen Yan looked over.
"I want you to go to Hong Kong."
Chen Zikun handed over the letter and took the envelope to admire the stamp pattern.
Suddenly he noticed something was wrong at the end of the envelope.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed that it had been opened and taped again.
No need to ask, this is a routine inspection by the relevant departments.
It is not a good thing to have overseas connections these days.
The next day, Chen Yan asked the hospital to issue a letter of introduction and went to the Public Security Bureau to apply for a passport to go abroad for personal reasons.
However, she could not find the agency at all.
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When the comrades in the office heard that Chen Yan was going abroad, it was like hearing a big joke. , when Chen Yan showed the letter from Hong Kong, the police comrades exchanged glances with each other, and then looked at Chen Yan with cold and serious eyes.
"This kind of situation is not unheard of, but it is special.
Generally speaking, it is difficult to handle.
It requires special approval from the leadership.
So, you can leave the information and we will consider it after reviewing the relevant documents."
Chen Yan had no choice but to leave the information and go back.
Unexpectedly, there was no news about the application.
In May, the Central Committee established the Central Cultural Revolution Group with xxx as the leader, xx as the adviser, and xx and xxx as deputy leaders.
Under the leadership of the Central Group, college and middle school students nationwide were mobilized to stage revisionist rebellions.
Countless Red Guard organizations sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
An unprecedented Cultural Revolution was in full swing.
No. 28 Fenglin Road was originally the home of Gong Zijun, the director of the Department of Finance.
It was later assigned to Xu Tingge, member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, Secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Committee and Director of the Public Security Department.
Director Xu has many things to do and does not usually go home.
He came back by chance today. , only to find that the living room at home was in a mess, with newspaper ink and brushes flying everywhere, and a dozen and a half-year-old children, led by their son Xu Xinhe, were writing big-character posters.
"Dad, you are back.
Let me introduce to you.
These are the comrades of our school's Dongfengchui Combat Team."
Xu Xinhe said proudly.
All the students were wearing yellow-green military uniforms and artificial leather belts.
On the arm is a red armband with "Red Guard" written in three yellow characters.
"Nonsense" Xu Tingge's face darkened.
He was not angry that his son was engaging in politics, but felt that he should not bring his classmates home.
"We are responding to the call of the Central Committee to rebel against revisionism."
Xu Xin's face flushed with anger and he defended loudly.
"Yes, Uncle Xu, you are lagging behind."
A young man agreed.
Xu Tingge knew that this was Ma Jingsheng, the son of Governor Ma's family.
His son's classmates were basically the children of high-ranking cadres, the fifth category of red.
"Let's go, don't mess around in the house, you'll make the carpet dirty."
Xu Tingge issued an eviction order.
He didn't take these dolls seriously.
They didn't even have hair on them, so he just imitated adults in doing sports and criticizing.
Teacher, this is so funny.
The Red Guards of the Dongfengchui Combat Team were very ambitious.
Under the leadership of Xu Xinhe, they rolled up their big-character posters and left.
Xu Tingge shouted from behind: "Xinhe, don't forget to go home at night and don't fool around outside."
Xu Xinhe said: "Dad, I am a Red Guard soldier now.
You can't interfere with my freedom.
I live with my comrades at the headquarters at night, so don't worry about it.
Also, I have changed my name.
Now I am not called Xu Xinhe’s name is Xu Hongbing.”
After saying that, a group of students walked away and went straight to school.
They were students from the No. 1 Middle School in the provincial capital.
The eldest Xu Hongbing was 18 years old and was the commander of the Dongfengchui Combat Team.
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The other team members ranged in age, including the eldest brother from high school.
My sister is also in junior high school children, but all of them are the children of senior cadres of the Provincial Party Committee, Provincial Government and Provincial Military Region.
Because of their good background, it is easy to get military caps, military uniforms and armed belts.
Therefore, the military appearance of the Dongfengchui Combat Team is the best among the Red Guard organizations in the city.
Strictly.
They rushed to the school, immediately rushed into the teacher's office, dragged out a few old teachers in their fifties, forced them to wear tall white paper hats, smeared their faces with ink, and waved these trembling red books.
The old man was driven to the street and paraded in public.
The Central Street of the provincial capital was filled with parades, almost all of them college and middle school students.
Young faces were full of passion.
The world was filled with a sea of green and red, with military uniforms in green and flags and books in red.
On the loudspeakers, revolutionary songs were played with high morale, and on the top of the department store, there was a huge portrait of Chairman Mao and red slogans with revolutionary slogans.
The old Chen Zikun was pushing his bicycle on the sidewalk and watching this scene expressionlessly
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