Because the Red Guards blocked the road, Chen Zikun took a detour before returning home.
His family members were also later than usual, but until seven o'clock in the evening, Lin Wenjing, who teaches at Jiangda University, did not come back.
Chen Zikun personally used a flashlight and took Chen Jiao to look for him.
After searching for a long time on the Jiangda campus, he finally found Lin Wenjing in a classroom.
The gray-haired Professor Lin was with several other professors, as obedient as a primary school student.
Sitting on a chair and writing something seriously, two young Red Guards, a man and a woman, sat in the back row, watching them with righteous expressions.
"Mom, why don't you go home yet?"
Chen Jiao opened the door and asked.
Lin Wenjing raised her head with a look of horror on her face and did not dare to answer.
Two Red Guards jumped over and asked sternly: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"
Chen Jiao said: "I am Professor Lin's daughter.
Take her home.
Who are you?"
The male Red Guard raised the Little Red Book and placed it on his chest, and said proudly: "We are the Red Guards of the Jiang Dacong Zhongxiao Combat Team.
We are responsible for watching these reactionary academic authorities write their letters of repentance.
We are not allowed to leave until we finish writing."
Chen Jiao said: "Nonsense, who gave you the power to control other people's personal freedom?"
The female Red Guard's eyes widened and she said angrily: "It is the duty of us Red Guards to fight against reactionary academic authority.
Get out immediately, or we will fight with you."
Lin Wenjing said: "Jiaojiao, please leave quickly.
Mom is fine."
Chen Zikun, who had been standing in the shadow of the door, walked in.
Although he was old, his body was resolutely tall and his momentum was still impressive.
The two young men under the age of twenty couldn't help but take a few steps back in front of him, and then they thought of their own With a revolutionary identity, he puffed up his chest and asked: "Who are you?"
Chen Zikun said: "Jiaojiao, go home with your mother."
Chen Jiao stepped forward to help Lin Wenjing, and the male Red Guard shouted sternly: "Don't leave."
He stepped forward to stop her, but Chen Zikun grabbed his arm, and squeezed him with his big iron-like hands.
I saw a faint layer of fluff on the boy's lips and a thin body under the green military uniform.
He probably weighed less than a hundred pounds.
The female Red Guard pounced on Chen Zikun and broke off Chen Zikun's hand, scolding him: "You counter-revolutionary, dare to hit the laughing Red Guard among us, and you will be left with nothing to eat."
Seeing that Lin Wenjing had been helped away by his daughter, Chen Zikun let go of his hand and said coldly: "Regardless of her age, Professor Lin can be your grandma.
She has such a good temper.
She must have never beaten or scolded you students.
How are you doing this?"
You have to criticize her with your hands.”
The female Red Guard said: "But she is a reactionary academic authority."
But her confidence was already somewhat insufficient.
Chen Zikun said: "You must abide by the law when doing revolution, and you cannot do whatever you want."
He turned to the old professors who were still writing letters of repentance cautiously and said, "You should go home quickly, don't make your family anxious."
When several professors saw someone supporting them, they hurriedly packed up their things and left.
Chen Zikun educated the two children for a few more words before turning and leaving.
After he left, the two Red Guards looked at each other.
"who is he" "Looks like a big shot."
Back home, Lin Wenjing was still in shock.
She told her family about today's experience.
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She was still frightened.
Four or five Red Guard organizations appeared in Jiangnan University overnight.
Professors from various colleges and departments were picked out by students to criticize them.
A group of students Holding the red book, the professors gathered around these old men and women and denounced them.
They were full of revolutionary language.
Thinking of the many previous movements, the professors were already frightened.
They dared not refute, so they could only bow their heads and admit their guilt and strive for leniency.
After listening to her mother's narration, Chen Jiao cried: "Mom, we won't go to work."
Chen Zikun said: "Yes, you have reached retirement age, so don't go to school.
This period is not peaceful.
It is not enough for these students to just make trouble in school.
They will soon attack government agencies, enterprises and institutions.
Everyone, be careful
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Facts have proved that Chen Zikun's prediction was correct.
The Red Guards soon became dissatisfied with Teacher Dou and turned their attention to government agencies and scientific research units.
They carried the chairman's portrait and large slogans and attacked everywhere.
It is said that even the provincial party committee was attacked. .
The central government quickly made arrangements.
Party committees at all levels sent working groups to universities and middle schools to guide the movement.
However, it had the opposite effect.
It was like water poured into a frying pan, causing a bigger reaction.
The central government soon withdrew its work.
Group, keen people among the people judge that this is a game played by the upper class.
Zheng Zeru’s son, Zheng Jeff, is thirteen years old and is in the first grade of junior high school in the provincial middle school.
The school organizes Red Guards.
He also joined the Dongfengchui combat team as a member of the fifth category of Red Reds.
However, because of his short stature and age, he is often ignored.
Far less prestigious than Director Xu's son Xu Hongbing, after participating in several activities to criticize teachers, his interest waned and he stopped participating.
Summer vacation is here.
Since the school teachers have been beaten down and no one has assigned summer homework, the young Red Guards are completely free and can play revolutionary games unscrupulously everywhere.
The organization of the Dongfeng Chui Combat Team has become more rigorous and the number of personnel has increased.
Xu Hongbing takes charge of fighting on his own.
The commander of the team found a set of 55-style breeches and military uniforms from somewhere.
He wore them all day long to show off his power.
He also gave himself a military rank, Army Lieutenant Colonel.
Other combatants also had military ranks, ranging from warrant officer to major.
Little Jeff felt itchy and took part in Dongfengchui activity with his mother on his back.
He also prepared a set of green military uniforms.
He made a pair of warrant officer epaulettes out of cardboard and watercolors and hung them up.
He participated in the event in the air-raid shelter on the mountain behind the school. organized activities.
Xu Hongbing stood on a wooden box and said impassionedly: "Comrades and comrades, our Dongfengchui Combat Team is preparing to hold a large-scale event.
We will all go to Beijing to visit Chairman Mao and his old man.
You must participate in the event, and those who do not participate will withdraw from the team. ” As he spoke, he looked condescendingly at the young team members.
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They were all fifteen or sixteen years old and were having fun, and they yearned for Beijing extremely.
There was no reason why they were unwilling to do so.
He immediately voted by a show of hands to pass.
Xu Hongbing was very satisfied and said: "I will take care of the funding issue.
The issue of food and accommodation after arriving in Beijing."
Jeff Zheng raised his hand high: "I will solve it."
Xu Hongbing nodded and introduced very reservedly: "Comrade Jeff's father is the minister of the Ministry of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry.
It is very appropriate for him to receive our combat team."
Everyone applauded.
The members of the Dongfengchui Combat Team are all children of high-ranking cadres.
Although all revolutionary comrades are equal, young people can't help but compare with whose parents are more powerful.
Zheng Jeff has always suffered from not having a chance to show off.
This time with the help of Xu Hongbing When he said it, he won everyone's admiration and felt proud in his heart.
Suddenly the door was kicked open, and a group of militiamen rushed in under the leadership of public security officers.
They arrested all the Red Guards, ignored their protests, tied them up with hemp ropes, and escorted them out.
They were sent to the province in a Jiefang truck.
In the courtyard of the Public Security Department.
Xu Hongbing, the commander of Dongfengchui, is the son of Xu Tingge, the provincial leader.
The floods washed away the Dragon King Temple.
Naturally, there was nothing to fear.
The public security officers interrogated them one by one.
They were shocked when they learned about their family backgrounds.
These children were all high-ranking cadres.
The children, the lowest of which are the children of thirteenth-level cadres, have no choice but to let their families take care of them.
It turned out that someone had tipped off, saying that Dongfeng Chui had secretly formed a clique and assigned official ranks, such as president of the country, prime minister, minister of defense and foreign affairs, etc.
This was a serious counter-revolutionary crime.
The provincial department immediately dispatched, but in the end a bunch of half-grown children were arrested.
In the director's office, Xu Hongbing stood fearlessly.
Sitting in front of him was his majestic father.
Xu Tingge was angry and funny, and asked: "How come you, the commander, have the rank of lieutenant colonel?"
Xu Hongbing said: "Comrade Castro is a lieutenant colonel.
No matter how capable I am, I can't compare to him, so the best I can do is become a colonel."
Xu Tingge snorted coldly and said, "Thank you for being self-aware."
Xu Hongbing said: "Director Xu, I ask you to immediately release our comrades from the Dongfengchui Combat Team.
Your perverse behavior of sabotaging the revolution is going against the trend and will not end well."
Xu Tingge said: "I am showing off my authority in front of you, get out of here."
Xu Hongbing said: "Just leave."
He walked away.
Xu Tingge scolded: "Xiao's son is more awesome than your father."
After experiencing a small turmoil, the Dongfengchui combat team became more united.
In early August, the key members of the organization, led by Xu Hongbing, got on the bus and rushed to Beijing.
Zheng Jeff was also among them.
He came with the consent of his mother.
Pan Xin, who went to Beijing with the team to visit his father, before getting in the car, stuffed his son with two apples and two cooked eggs.
This made him embarrassed and felt that his mother had lost face.
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As the train headed north, the Red Guards, blown by the east wind, were high-spirited and sang revolutionary songs.
They also helped the conductors fetch hot water and clean the toilets.
At various stations along the way, some Red Guard organizations from other places came up.
Everyone shared food and sang to each other.
A journey full of joy and laughter We finally arrived at Beijing Railway Station at dawn.
The railway station square was crowded with people, including Red Guards from all over the world.
There were people from Beijing to receive us, and a large thermos bucket was filled with mung bean soup.
We drank it for free, with both southern and northern accents.
The scene was very lively.
Xu Hongbing unfurled a red flag with the words "Jiangdong-Zhongfengfeng Combat Team" on it.
The red sun just jumped out of the horizon, and the rising sun shone on the red flag, reflecting the young faces of the soldiers.
Everyone was extremely excited.
Beijing, we are here The Red Guard organization in the capital was responsible for receiving comrades from all over the country and arranged free board and lodging for them.
Everyone lived in the government hostel, with boys crammed into one room and girls crammed into one room.
The conditions were very difficult, but everyone was very happy.
A middle-aged cadre wearing glasses came to meet them.
He said: "Students Thank you for your hard work.
You have come to Beijing this time, to the capital of the proletarian revolution, to the birthplace of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution.
After a lot of hard work, you are not afraid of heavy winds and rains.
Your actions are correct.
Chairman Mao also strongly supports and advocates them. , you must carry the revolutionary fire to all parts of the country."
Everyone applauded desperately, thinking that what the leader said was too good.
Later, they found out that this person turned out to be Comrade Chen Boda, the leader of the central team.
Because it was a collective action, Zheng Zeru did not go home to visit his father, and stayed with his comrades until August 18, when they, together with Red Guards from all over the country, came to the long-awaited Tiananmen Square to accept Mao Zedong The chairman reviewed his old man.
Because they arrived late, the members of the Dongfengchui Combat Team could only stand on the edge of the square.
In the huge square, red flags were waving and crowds of people were surging.
They were all wearing green military uniforms and red books.
The atmosphere of the scene was heart-racing and high-spirited. .
The Tiananmen Gate Tower is too far away to see clearly, let alone the people on the tower.
Most of the comrades came to Beijing for the first time and saw the symbol of the revolutionary holy place for the first time.
Everyone was so excited that they shed tears.
No matter who starts it, as long as someone shouts a slogan, they will shout it until their voice is hoarse and their throat is hoarse.
Suddenly, the crowd surged forward, and someone shouted: "Chairman Mao is coming out."
Many female students burst into tears on the spot, bursting into tears with excitement.
Some students with weaker constitutions even fainted due to the heat and excitement, and were thrown away.
People helped him out of the square.
Zheng Jiefu was short and couldn't see anything when he jumped up.
He and his classmate Ma Jingsheng discussed: "How about I ride on your neck to see first, and then you ride me to see."
Ma Jingsheng was also short and worried that he could not see Tiananmen, so he immediately agreed.
Zheng Jiefu climbed onto Ma Jingsheng's neck.
He was immediately much taller.
He had a panoramic view of the mountains.
He could see the red flag rolling on the tower in the distance.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the loudspeaker: "Hello, classmates."
It was Chairman Mao's voice.
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When Zheng Jeff got excited, his pants got wet.
It drenched Ma Jingsheng's neck.
He stretched out his hand and touched it.
It was hot and sexy
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