Three, wake up

Yang Shulin called Li Baiwang and Li Minqiang to his home.

There is a small square table on the earthen kang in the back room of the north room of Yang Shulin's house. Yang Shulin and Li Baiwang are sitting on the edge of the kang on both sides of the small square table. Yang Shulin's wrinkled face has a worried and anxious expression. He He took the small box containing cigarette powder from the table again, filled his copper pipe pot with cigarette powder, lit it with a match, and smoked puff after puff, making a squeaking sound. Li Baiwang lowered his head, with a sad face, and let out a squeaking sound. Silent. Li Minqiang sat on the wooden bench next to the Kang, with his head lowered and his eyebrows furrowed, thinking about something. The three people in the room were silent, and the smoke was curling above their heads. The room was filled with gray mist, covering the whole room with a layer of gray fog. It seemed that the conversation between the three people had been going on for some time.

Yang Shulin took a puff of his cigarette and said to Li Baiwang: "What's wrong with the strongman coming back to build our village? Not only do you, a father, not support it, but you also pour cold water on him, what the hell!" The old man's voice was trembling. , he was so excited, how much he hoped that the descendants of his old friend could follow in his footsteps and contribute to changing the poverty of Shagang Village! People are afraid of not listening to advice when they are lost in things, so in order to help Li Baiwang, he spoke up There was so much that my mouth was dry, but he was as stubborn as a donkey and couldn't turn around.

Li Baiwang didn't even raise his head or say a word. Because the old man sitting in front of him was his elder and a prestigious person in Shagang Village. He respected this old man from the bottom of his heart. Because no matter what time he was, , when he found out that others were in trouble, he would rather tighten his belt to help others. At that time, Xiuqin Shengminqiang suffered from dystocia and severe bleeding, and it was also the spring when the economy was tight and Baiwang was sitting in the hospital in trouble. Yang Shulin said nothing. Hey, he sold his own pig that had not grown up and brought him 500 yuan. The couple was moved to tears. Li Baiwang was also afraid of him from the bottom of his heart, because Yang Shulin liked to call him "Zhen'er" when doing things, and when he discovered something was wrong, he No matter who he is, regardless of the occasion, whether you are happy or not, he always sheds tears like a person choking on fried chili. Li Baiwang often suffers from him.

Yang Shulin then said: "I can tell, Baiwang, you still beat your own little Jiujiu and forget about the whole village. You have to think about it carefully."

Li Baiwang raised his head and defended: "I always think that working in the city is more promising than working in the countryside."

Yang Shulin became angry. He knocked the table in front of him with his pipe and pot and said, "You are talking nonsense. What does it mean to be promising? According to you, people who grow crops in the world are all hopeless people!"

Li Baiwang was choked by the old man's words. He blinked his eyes for a long time and said, "I think it is better to be a police officer in the Public Security Bureau than to be a farmer."

When Yang Shulin saw Li Baiwang's unfulfilled look and selfish thoughts, his anger only hit his forehead. He wanted to slap him hard. But when he noticed Li Minqiang's calm demeanor, he suppressed his anger again. Pressing down, the angry words on his lips changed again: "Food is the most important thing for the people, and this will never change. People in the city have better food and better clothes than people in the countryside. But have you ever thought about it? Three hundred and six Ten rows, walking around, eating and wearing clothes. Without farmers to grow food and cotton, what will the city people eat and wear? Nowadays, young people are running to the city, and our village will soon become an elderly village. If this continues , let alone getting rich, in the end even family ties were gone.”

Li Minqiang took over the old man's words and said: "In terms of living conditions, there is indeed a gap between rural and urban areas. But we should find ways to narrow this gap. I think that the countryside is difficult and agriculture is futile and has no future. I think that if I go far away, Jackie Chan will become a tiger.

, Returning to one's hometown in fine clothes and honoring one's ancestors is the only way to be promising. This is an old concept."

Li Minqiang's words completely touched Yang Shulin's heart. He said happily: "The house is unstable and people are afraid of forgetting their roots. People who were born and raised in the countryside do not love the countryside. This is forgetting their roots! Baiwang, you have forgotten that your father is ill.

What do you say when you feel heavy?"

When Li Baiwang heard this, his legs slipped off the edge of the kang, and he raised his head suddenly. With a sigh, he dropped it again, and it dropped even lower, and his head almost went into his crotch.

Everyone in the room was silent, recalling the past:

In August 1948, the battle to liberate Shagang Village began. All the young men and women in the village participated in the stretcher team. The PLA soldiers fought very bravely, beating the enemy like a tortoise eating a watermelon, rolling around on the ground.

.A group of stubborn enemies got into the bunker at the west entrance of the village and put up a stubborn resistance. The enemy's machine guns fired like crazy, and dense bullets blocked the path of the People's Liberation Army. I could hear the enemy's machine guns howling like ghosts, and the soldiers'

Their teeth were about to be broken, and everyone asked to rush forward and pull out the nail. Suddenly, Li Yunxiang ran out of the stretcher team, with sparks of hatred in his eyes. The company commander didn't hold him back, and he picked up the explosive bag.

Like a bullet flying out of the trench. He wisely approached the enemy's bunker, stood up and blocked the enemy's gunhole with a packet of explosives. With a bang, the enemy's bunker flew into the sky, and the troops immediately rushed forward.

Gangcun was liberated. In 1950, Li Yunxiang became the village chief.

Later, in order to earn some money to build a primary school, the village set up a brick factory. Unexpectedly, one evening when the bricks were half burned, there was a roar, and the more than ten feet long front curtain collapsed, revealing the flaming red bricks of the kiln.

Son, Li Yunxiang quickly led a few people onto the kiln body, and leaned against the red bricks more than a foot away to fill the bricks and mud. Sparks crackled out of the kiln body, splashing on the hot skin and flesh on his body.

There was a roar and bubbles popped up one after another. The sky was bright, the sun was about to come out, and the kiln was about to be repaired. Unexpectedly, Li Yunxiang was dazzled and fell off the kiln. When he was about to die,

In front of the grieving and weeping villagers waiting around him in Yang Shulin, he took Baiwang's hand and said intermittently: "Son, the land is the lifeblood of the farmers. You must plant our land well, harvest more grain, and repay the party."

Kindness…”

Yang Shulin wiped his wet eyes with the back of his hand and said: "Baiwang, I dare not say that our Shagang Village has outstanding people, but the people of Shagang Village also have backbone. When did we fight against the Japanese devils, our village produced martyrs, and we fought against the old people."

Chiang has produced heroes like your father. To put it bluntly, you are also the descendants of heroes! It is impossible for all descendants of heroes to become heroes, but we cannot forget the history of heroes and we cannot lose the tradition of heroes! Countless

The country that heroes sacrificed their lives to build for us must not only be defended, but also built well. We are descendants in front of our ancestors, and we are seniors in the eyes of future generations. We should be the descendants of heroes and the heroes of future generations!"

Li Minqiang tried his best to control his inner excitement and said: "Dad, think about it, my grandfather was not the only one who sacrificed his life to blow up the bunker for the liberation of the Chinese people! How many people followed the Communist Party and fought in the north and south, laying immortal foundations for the people.

Meritorious service. Today, they break with the old tradition again, show off the same vigor as they did on the battlefield, and declare war on nature. Gan Zuchang, who was seriously injured in the southern and northern battles, has become a general and voluntarily left the city to the countryside.

, carried the dung basket on his back, picked up the hoe, and worked with the mud for many years, becoming an ordinary farmer. What was he doing? Isn’t it just for people to live a good life forever? We should learn from our predecessors well.

Ah! Our village is still very poor now, but we can’t stay so poor! My grandfather gave his life for the construction of our Shagang Village, why can’t we follow in his footsteps? For our Shagang Village

If we can get rid of poverty, why can't we make some sacrifices?"

Yang Shulin said excitedly: "A dog doesn't mind that the family is poor, and a man doesn't mind that the land is thin. You, a farmer who was born in Shagang Village and grew up in Shagang Village, feel that it is poor and don't love it. Instead of trying to build the village well, you try to leave.

It is not afraid of the poverty of the previous generation, but it is afraid of the next generation. Brother Yunxiang hopes that you can become upright men! Baiwang, are you doing this to honor your dead father? Whatever we do, we must be able to do it.

I would like to express my condolences to the martyrs so that I can benefit my descendants!"
Chapter completed!