The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 39: Going into the City to Rescue Comrade Qian Jin

"Are you telling the truth?"

Liu Wangcai squatted on the grindstone steps in front of the production team office. The granite floor was dotted with white marks left by the pipes used to hold his pipes.

He looked up at the young man in blue work clothes and asked repeatedly:

"We gave a bunch of celery and beans to the educated youth who came to support agriculture, and yet they were labeled 'smugglers' by government agencies?"

"That's absolutely true! Uncle, I, your nephew, can't really fool you!" The young man said seriously, holding his waist, "He's a smuggler! I heard it right!"

He is Liu Wangcai's nephew named Niu Chengcai. He saw the scene of the team setting up checkpoints and catching money last Sunday.

He was off work today and was so bored that he came to his uncle to ask if what Qian Jin said at that time was true.

When he found out it was true, he described the scene he had heard about vividly, adding more details and water to it.

Lots of water.

Not only did he add it himself, but others also added it.

He arrived too late and did not witness the whole process with his own eyes. He could only ask someone what happened afterwards.

But some people are unreliable and like to point at sorghum stalks and talk about the golden cudgel.

The information he heard was exaggerated, diluted, and even diluted with urine.

As a result, he added another wave of water, and the information Liu Wangcai learned was as follows:

Some city officials looked down on peasants and were very dissatisfied when they learned that Qian Jin went to support agriculture on Sundays and was warmly welcomed by the farmers.

So they took advantage of Qian Jin's return to the city and, just like the Japanese set up checkpoints to check on the common people, the squad also set up checkpoints to capture Qian Jin. The leading officer even slapped him in the face with a belt buckle!

"He whipped her very hard, and the sound was like a belt buckle hitting the handlebars..." Niu Chengcai said that he heard it with his own ears.

Liu Wangcai knocked his pipe hard on the stone.

Ashes scattered.

He fell to the ground and looked down.

After looking carefully for a while, I finally made out some words from the ashes. The word "injustice" was written all over the ground.

Without even turning around, he asked Liu Youyu who was standing at the door, "You heard it all. Qian Jin is in trouble with our production team."

The accountant would occasionally come into town and sense something was amiss.

He asked, "Chengcai, did you see it with your own eyes? Did you hear it from others?"

Niu Chengcai felt a little nervous at first, then he recalled the scene he had seen and said:

"I saw it with my own eyes. The bags you gave money to were torn into pieces. There were eggplants, kidney beans, cucumbers and tomatoes on the ground."

"Beans this long, cucumbers this thick, corn cobs this hard, eggplants this black, right?"

"I saw it clearly. The cucumbers and eggplants on the ground were still stained with mud marks from your Red Star Liu family!"

The last sentence made Liu Wangcai unable to bear it any longer:
"Knock on the plowshare! We can't ruin other people's money!"

Liu Youyu picked up the iron rod and banged the iron plowshare like Zhang Fei beating a drum.

The clear and loud sound spread, gathering people nearby.

Liu Wangcai announced the news to them and they ran around.

Soon all the members of the production team received the news and came to the office.

The hemp ropes used by the women to sew shoe soles squeaked as they were stretched, and the men's cigarettes sparked with sparks.

Liu Wangcai took the big iron loudspeaker used for meetings and started shouting. The sound made the sparrows on the old locust tree fly away.

He suppressed his grief and anger and told the strong laborers what he had heard from his nephew.

Since he couldn't remember some details, he would just dilute them and tell them.

After he finished speaking, he asked loudly: "Comrade Qian Jin has given his whole heart to our production team, hasn't he?!"

Wang Xiulan, the women's director, was the first to come out:

"Absolutely heartfelt! All that shiny new cotton in my house was bought with the money and coupons people used to buy supplementary supplements!"

Liu Wangcai raised his loud speaker and said, "Comrades, let's not talk about money and tickets. That's too vulgar. Let's just talk about the first time they came to support agriculture."

"It was about to storm, and our 700 acres of corn would be ruined!"

The old captain was very excited, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"We didn't harvest any of the 700 acres of corn! If it had gone moldy, not only would we not be able to pay our taxes, but our entire team of more than 400 people would have starved!"

"Comrade Qian Jin didn't consider himself a city leader after he arrived. He just got down to work. When he realized he couldn't handle it, he went to the commune to drive a tractor!"

"Bring up the tractor, and they say, listen up, gentlemen! The storm is killing people, and we have to work the night shift, putting night lights on the tractors! Right?"

The simple Liu family members remembered Qian Jin's kindness, and the old captain was telling the truth:

"Yes!"

Liu Wangcai said: "Don't think driving a tractor is easy, the engine is like a furnace."

"I went into the cab and saw that Comrade Qian Jin had been working in our team for three days. When the tractor seat was dried, all that came out was sweat!"

"Everyone, you know, Comrade Qian Jin helped us keep our food rations and now he's come back to give us extra money and extra tickets. Is there anyone else who's as honest and sincere as him?"

"No!" several people shouted.

Liu Wangcai said: "But what's the result?"

"As a result, because of our team, he ended up being a criminal in the city!"

"We farmers believe in repaying a favor. Now we have to go and ask what's going on! We can't let Comrade Qian Jin suffer injustice because of our team!"

Niu Chengcai, who was outside the crowd, winked: "Prisoner? No, what prisoner? Aren't they traffickers?"

The bride got on the old bachelor's bed. It was not up to him whether to lie down or lie on his stomach.

Liu Youyu went to the warehouse to carry out the red flag he was awarded for steelmaking.

Liu Wangcai said that quality is more important than quantity, and he selected four or five young and strong men from the militia to form a team and swam towards the city like a dragon.

As they passed through the commune, Liu Youyu suddenly opened his voice and sang: "Before I leave, let me drink a bowl of wine from my mother..."

Everyone responded: "Full of courage and valor..."

Liu Wangcai waved his hand: "We're just going to inquire about things first. Why are you acting like you're going to the front line?"

Young people want this taste!
Someone in the commune was alarmed.

Zhang Aijun, the militiaman on guard duty, rode his bicycle and caught up with him like a hairless black bear. "Old squad leader, what's going on?"

Liu Wangcai told the news he had heard, but before he finished, Zhang Aijun glared at him recklessly:

"Is there such a thing? Let's go together!"

Liu Wangcai admired him very much: "You are worthy of being the first hero of Maotou Ferry!"

Zhang Aijun stiffened his neck and shouted, "Of course! Do you think I ate all the sorghum rice for nothing?"

"Qian Jin also drove a tractor to harvest crops for us in Maotoudu. I know that very well!"

"Even the cutlassfish in the Yellow Sea know how to be grateful. How can I, a man, be less conscientious than the cutlassfish?"

After saying that, he rode his bicycle in front as a pioneer.

When the relevant personnel of the commune saw that he didn't come back, they thought it was nothing serious and went about their own business.

The autumn harvest is not over yet.

As for why Zhang Aijun didn’t come back?
Everyone who knew him knew that this comrade had been a prisoner capturer in the army. He had strong combat capabilities, but his mind was also stiff and hard, and he was eventually sent back to his hometown.

So they guessed that Zhang Aijun's mind wandered off and he didn't know where he ran off to.

They never thought that Zhang Aijun would run to Haibin City.

I also asked around and found the location of the voting office in Chengnan District.

When they arrived at the place, Zhang Aijun stopped a few people and began to formulate a battle plan.

Liu Wangcai grabbed his raised arm and said, "What's going on? We're here to get information and ask if their leader really wronged Qian Jin!"

Zhang Aijun was stunned: "No war?"

Liu Wangcai was speechless.

This idiot!

Zhang Aijun immediately became dejected: "You said you're not coming to fight, so why are you carrying flags with you?"

Liu Wangcai spread his hands and said, "We old farmers are going to the city, and one or two of us can't even find our way around. Of course, we need more people."

Zhang Aijun sighed, "Look at you, just asking about something and you've made my blood boil!"

Several people entered the voting center.

The staff inside were all stunned.

In fact, the institute's director Chang Shulin and deputy director Zhang Jinyuan have been quite confused since Monday.

From that day until now, letters of complaint and suggestions have been delivered to their unit one after another.

The letter said that a model and advanced individual named Qian Jin who supported agriculture was framed by a small team from their unit on his way back from supporting agriculture.

They think it is a small matter and don't need to worry about it.

Until today, several fellow villagers came to ask why their money was deducted...

The leaders of the institute looked at each other in bewilderment:
"Who took the money? It's like tying up eagle eggs with a rope—it's like pulling eagle eggs apart!"

They picked someone at random to chase people away, with an impatient and disdainful attitude.

Liu Wangcai was furious. He took out his enamel pot and slammed it on the steps, saying, "If you don't pay me back today and prove your innocence, I'll use my Dazhai-style energy here!"

The staff had no choice but to call the leader out.

Deputy Director Zhang was too lazy to deal with this unreasonable old stubborn man and said directly:
"Go, notify the police station to clear them out!"

Director Chang, who had originally had this intention, immediately changed his mind upon hearing this:
"What nonsense! The villagers came to ask something. Can we treat them so rudely?"

"I'm going to do ideological work!"

Deputy Director Zhang rolled his eyes and sneered inwardly: You are almost a clay Buddha crossing the river, and you are still confronting me!

Director Chang sat with Liu Wangcai and handed a jar to his subordinate: "Go, pour a glass of water for the uncle. He looks hot."

"Uncle, tell me, what do you want to ask?"

Liu Wangcai's expression eased slightly, and he explained the work of Qian Jin in supporting agriculture and asked:

"We heard that you labeled him a smuggler because my team gave him some vegetables?"

Director Chang said, "At that time, they said Comrade Qian Jin was a smuggler, but that wasn't a characterization, it was just..."

"Don't just talk shit and piss. If it's there, it's there!" Liu Wangcai said anxiously, "Aren't you slandering me?"

"You have to clear Comrade Qian Jin's name! He's a model farmer, and you're ruining his bright future!"

The director nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face.

At this time, a clerk came over and whispered, "We've called the Taishan Road Residential Committee and the Public Security Bureau."

"They've contacted someone and are on their way!"

(End of this chapter)