Liu Ma was very sure of her memory. She said, "Sister, you must have remembered it wrong. I was eleven years old in the Beitai defense war. I followed my parents to Beitai. I was at the scene when I gave birth in the air-raid shelter. There was indeed such a thing, but my mother and a group of aunts helped deliver the baby. There was no such thing as your elder sister."

Liu Ting patted her head: "Look at my memory, I have a bad memory. It's true. I'm not there, I heard from my mother later, but I knew that the man who gave birth to the mother was Zheng Zeru, who was named Wang Zeru at the time, and was responsible for battlefield propaganda."

Liu Ma said: "This makes sense. Secretary Zheng established a family in his early years, but it is very likely that his wife and children would be separated during the war, and even his wife died at the hands of the Japanese. From then on, he devoted himself to the revolution alone and only considered personal issues until now."

Liu Ting said: "It is very likely that in the years of chaos, let alone ordinary people, even Lin Wenjing fell into the opponent for a while. It seems that Secretary Zheng's wife and children were indeed killed. Alas, Zheng Zeru's character is still worthy of admiration and can be regarded as a model of a member of the **."

The sisters sighed and admired Secretary Zheng's noble character even more.

...

There is an inconspicuous building on Boai Street in Beitai City. Hongyu was sitting on a rattan chair knitting sweaters. Suddenly the door knocked. When the door went over and opened, there were two public security personnel, and there was a man in a black Zhongshan outfit behind him.

Hongyu was busy pouring tea and getting the ashtray, and asked happily: "Did our Lao Wang send you here?"

The public security staff smiled and introduced themselves: "We are from the Public Security Bureau of Jiangbei Region. This is Comrade Xu Tingge from the Provincial Public Security Bureau. He has something to talk to you about."

Xu Tingge said: "Sister-in-law, I'll send you a letter and some other things."

Hongyu answered the letter happily, took out a look at it with all her eyes. As she looked at it, her face changed. She sat down dejectedly and said nothing.

Xu Tingge said: "There are 200 yuan here. He asked me to transfer it. The living expenses of your mother and children will be sent on time."

Hongyu still didn't speak.

Xu Tingge took a deep breath: "Sister-in-law, he had no choice but to do it. Everything is for the needs of revolutionary work. I hope you can understand and support it."

Hongyu turned her head and looked out the window and said quietly: "I have understood him for the rest of my life and supported him for the rest of my life. I will wait for this in the end."

Xu Tingge coughed dryly, even the old spy was a little embarrassed when facing this scene. He looked around and said to the two public security personnel: "Take more attention in the future, and report to me if you have any needs."

Both police nodded.

"Sister-in-law, let's do it for now, I won't bother you." Xu Tingge took the two policemen away. After a while, a boy wearing a red scarf jumped back with his schoolbag on his back. When he entered the door, he shouted: "Mom, I'm back."

There were three tea cups on the coffee table, and there was an ashtray. The boy said happily: "Did my dad send someone to pick us up?"

Hongyu said: "Your father has a letter. He is very busy with work and cannot pick us up for the time being."

The boy blinked: "When will I finish my work?"

Hongyu couldn't help but cry and hugged her son in her arms: "He is a revolutionary, a busy man, and he will never be able to finish it. Let's ignore him and live by ourselves."

The boy broke free from his mother's arms and said, "Dad is the greatest. When I grow up, I want to be like my father, a local party, and a hero."

...

When Xu Tingge returned to the provincial capital, Secretary Zheng was presided over the anti-revolutionary work meeting. During the meeting, he met Xu Tingge during the break. After listening to his report, he was silent for a long time: "I'm sorry for the mother and mother. From now on, I will take out a part of my monthly salary and remit it to ensure their quality of life."

"Secretary Zheng, I have already arranged it. You are busy with work and don't have to distract yourself from these things in life." Xu Tingge said respectfully.

Zheng Zeru waved his hand: "You came in a timely manner. The Central Committee issued instructions on investigating and suppressing the counter-revolutionary movement. We must maintain a high degree of consistency with the Party Central Committee and the East China Bureau, resolutely eliminate the remnants of the Kuomintang, lurking spies, and bad elements who have hurt our party and army in history. Kill a group, lock a group, and manage a group. We must be serious, strict and fast, and never tolerate it. We have heavy burdens and tasks. Lao Xu, you have a heavy responsibility."

Xu Tingge said: "Please rest assured that the public security soldiers are the party's gun. We will hit wherever the party points."

Zheng Zeru nodded with satisfaction: "You are an old soldier on the hidden front. If you take action, don't worry about the organization."

The massive anti-revolutionary movement began. Various remnants of the Kuomintang, feudal reactionary Taoist sects, imperialist lurking spies, bullies and gangsters who harmed one side were arrested and sentenced to death, which greatly encouraged the people and shocked the enemy.

On the streets of the provincial capital, Dodge ten-wheeled locks were driven by, and the suppressed death row prisoners were escorted in the car, including the infamous Three Tigers in the provincial capital. The three brothers were in their fifties, with signs on the back of their necks, with names written on them with red crosses, tied up in a big way, and were dejected.

The streets were full of people, red flags were roaring and drums, and the masses rushed to the public trial meeting together. The verdict process was very short. After all, the task of suppressing anti-revolutionaries was very heavy, and a large number of bad elements had to be cleaned up in a short period of time. The public security, procuratorial and judicial systems were not perfect in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, so there was no force to judge and identify them. The eyes of the masses were sharp. None of the bad people killed were guilty of being punished and the public was extremely angry.

After the sentence was announced, the death row prisoner was taken to the execution ground by the river. Sanhu was pressed to the ground. A gentle and gentle intellectual kneeling beside him, with a smile on his lips and kept murmuring: "No, no." His sign reads the name "Shao Lin" for crimes being an imperialist spy.

"Preparation." The executives of the Public Security Bureau raised the small red flag and the firing squad lifted the rifle.

"put."

A gunshot, the counter-revolutionaries fell in a pool of blood and were punished as they deserved, and the onlookers cheered loudly.

...

In the streets of Xuanwumen in Beijing, the same scene is being staged. Li Junqing is standing on the truck with a historical counter-revolutionary sign, bent over and stood on the truck. The road is crowded with people. The people waved small flags and shouted loudly: "Long live **, defeat the counter-revolutionary."

Li Junqing was arrested yesterday and sentenced to death this morning and was executed immediately. He had more charges. The public security organs mobilized the masses to understand his situation clearly. During the warlords' melee, they were counter-revolutionaries, helping Li Yanqing embezzle the military pay of patriotic general Feng Yuxiang's troops. Later, they defected to the Japanese and puppets to become traitors. During the Kuomintang, they acted as spies and had harmed many good women. They were really guilty of being extremely evil. Not killing them is enough to quell the public's anger.

The truck moved slowly forward, and Xuanwu Gate was in front of him. Outside Xuanwu Gate was Caishikou. The place where he was beheaded before was engraved with three words: Regret late.

Do I regret it? Li Junqing's eyes are blurred, and scenes of past events come to my heart. From killing bullies in the bathhouse to joining Li Yanqing and living a life of luxury, I have not suffered any ups and downs over the past few decades. I have enjoyed all the delicious food and fun things. I have died today, and I have nothing to regret.

He remembered that when he was a child, he listened to storytelling. Before the execution, the thief in Jiangyang had to sing a play to strengthen his behavior. How could he not sing a few songs after his execution?

"Cough cough." Li Junqing is also a famous fan of the Liyuan Tour in Beijing. The old singer of Peking Opera is very good at singing. As soon as he spoke, "Look ahead...", the rope around his neck was tightened by the police soldiers. His face turned red and he coughed a few times.

"Be honest." The young soldier was less than eighteen years old, with a circle of fluff on his lips and a steel gun in his hand, and was righteous.

Li Junqing couldn't continue singing, not because of the warrior's warning, but because he saw Xue Baoqing in the crowd.

Baoqing, my brother, I'm sorry for you. Li Junqing's eyes suddenly became wet. He felt that the only thing he had done in his life was to cheat the gold bars of Baoqing's family away.

Baoqing also saw Li Junqing, and looked at him. Seeing Li Junqing's apologetic and sad eyes, he still twitched his heart. After all, he had been in a relationship for decades, but when he thought of his current identity, he silently turned his face away.

Now that the person shot is no longer at Caishikou, he is on the edge of Yongding River, he sounds a gunshot and Li Junqing's soul returns to the west, lying on the ground like a dead dog, with shit and urine flowing out from his silk pants.

Zhao Jiayong in the crowd shivered for a moment, glad that he had not had much contact with Li Junqing in the past two years, otherwise it would be difficult for him to be in the execution ground today.

...

In Cangzhou, Yan Jinan received a notice from the county and went to the county government for a meeting. He took a donkey cart and greeted his fellow villagers along the way. He also picked up some sheep manure on the way, intending to go home to use it for a fat field.

Today, the sun was shining brightly, there was no wind, and I felt warm all over my body in a cotton jacket. The county was very lively. Today is the day to go to the market. People from all villages and villages have come. There are also art, storytellers and wild medicines on the street. Yan Ji got off the donkey cart and walked into the county government courtyard with a dung basket. The soldier standing guard at the door greeted him.

After entering the gate, the iron gate quickly closed. Deputy County Mayor Zhang Jinpeng and County Public Security Bureau Director came out and said coldly: "Yan Jinan, you have been arrested."

Yan Jinan thought it was not good, so he rushed to the wall and passed by. Although he broke his arm, he was very skilled in lightness. He kicked his feet and rubbed against the wall.

A net of heaven and earth was covered with it. The county predicted that his light skills were well prepared and made a big net, which played a role at the critical moment.

Zhang Jinpeng had a serious expression and came forward to read Yan Jinan's crime. He was a counter-revolutionary in history. He killed many revolutionary soldiers in our country in the early days of the War of Resistance. He was a bully landlord with great public anger and should be executed immediately.

"Big nephew, I will execute you today, not to avenge personal revenge, but to eliminate harm to the country and the people. If you are there, don't blame me." Zhang Jinpeng said.

Yan Jinan no longer struggled and sighed and said, "Don't be on the head, afraid that the family members will be sad when they see the whole piece of head."

Zhang Jinpeng said: "After we have relatives, why don't you help with this? Don't worry, close your eyes, I'm going to execute it."

Yan Jinan closed his eyes and said, "Help me with the sheep poop in the dung basket..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Jinpeng had already raised his shell gun and shot Yan Jinan in the face, lifting his head halfway.

There was a pool of blood on the ground. Deputy County Mayor Zhang slowly put away the shell gun and said, "Pull it out and show it to the public."

The red silk on the gun handle is as red as fire.

...

"Absurd." Chen Zikun threw a teacup on Fenglin Road official residence. He just got the news that Shao Lin, the son of former president of Jiangda Shao Qiuming, was suppressed as a counter-revolutionary.

Principal Shao is a famous democrat and a just man who never eats American relief food until his death. The Shao family has always been honest and honest, so why has he become an imperialist spy?

"This case must be reviewed and rehabilitated. Who signed the letter and approved the shooting of Shao Lin, and the responsibility will be held accountable." Chen Zikun said.

Liu Ting said: "The first batch of people killed in the provincial capital were approved by Secretary Zheng himself."

Chen Zikun said: "This Zheng Zeru is simply careless and prepares a car. I want to visit Shao's house."

Liu Ting said: "At this critical moment, it is probably not good to visit the counter-revolutionary family."

Chen Zikun said: "You must go, I'm afraid that's all I can do."

When I drove to Shao's house, the building was empty. The gate was covered with seals from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. The neighbors looked at the head and dared not speak. Chen Zikun didn't get out of the car and sighed, "Go back."

As soon as he returned to the office, the phone rang quickly. Chen Zikun picked up the phone and said, "No, Xiao Lang and Liu Youjin were arrested by the Public Security Bureau and want to be suppressed."

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