Gong Dapeng is a veteran and has ten years of party membership. He participated in the Korean War and experienced the test of blood and fire. He has great prestige in the village and even the village. The organization originally planned to let him serve as the commune secretary, but in the end the position was given to Yang Shugen's confidant Li Huazi. Gong Dapeng was very resentful. Now he is proud. How can he not be grateful to Chen Zikun and obey his words?

Chen Zikun ordered Gong Dapeng to connect overnight and organize the members of the production brigades of the commune to go to Beitai to collect food tomorrow.

Gong Dapeng offered advice: "The reputation is not right, but I suggest that we set up the command center in the commune."

Chen Zikun happily adopted it,

A few young people rode Li Huazi and their bicycles and quickly informed the production team leader to go to the commune for a meeting. Chen Zikun also drove to the commune. Li Huazi, who was tied up with a rope, was led behind him.

When they arrived at the commune, the group entered the office. The master of the canteen walked in with a bowl of noodles and smiled and said, "Secretary Li, the midnight snack is here."

A group of people glared at the chubby master,

The master realized that it was wrong. Secretary Li had become a prisoner.

"Okay, Li Huazi, the people are hungry and swollen, but you have a small kitchen to eat white noodles. Do you still have a conscience?" Gong Dapeng shouted angrily.

"Struggle him."

"Convene a mass meeting and fight him for three days and three nights."

Li Huazi lowered her head, like a defeated rooster, and she hated the master in her heart. This bowl of noodles will not appear sooner or later. If this dot is brought out, isn't it lifeless?

The angry crowd became more and more angry as they spoke. They simply went up and beat Li Huazi. Seeing that they had almost beaten, Chen Zikun advised him: "Stop fighting, how can I approve him if I beat him to death?"

The masses vented their anger and felt much more comfortable. They stopped in disappointment and threw Li Huazi, who was like a dead dog, into the corner.

The production team leaders who received the notice came one after another. Except for the remote production brigades, the ones that were closer were basically arrived. Chen Zikun was straightforward and said that there were relief grains in the city, but the organization did not have the power to issue them. He hoped that the peasant brothers would take the initiative to collect them. He set off tomorrow and brought shovels and sacks. Those with livestock carts or tractors would also drive them together, otherwise there would be too much relief grains and they would not be able to take them.

The head of the central government spoke, who would not believe it? The crowd was filled with joy. The news flew everywhere like wings, spreading all over the land of Jiangbei overnight.

That night, Chen Zikun slept in the social conference room. The secretary asked him with concern: "Chief, this will cause a big problem."

Chen Zikun said: "I have to do something big to attract the attention of the central government and completely solve the problem of farmers starving to death in batches. It is necessary to use strong medicine to treat severe diseases. Sacrifice of my personal political life is nothing, I am already mentally prepared."

The secretary choked and said, "Chief, I..."

This secretary was assigned to Chen Zikun by the General Office of the State Council. He is named Peng Jianguo. He graduated from the Department of Physics of Tsinghua University and is an absolute elite talent.

Chen Zikun said: "Xiao Peng, you haven't worked with me for a long time. I don't want to implicate you. You will go back to Beijing now. This has nothing to do with you."

The secretary straightened his chest: "Chief, I will advance and retreat with you."

Chen Zikun nodded with relief. It seemed that young people still have hope.

...

The next morning, thousands of people gathered at the Kushuijing Commune station, holding pockets, carrying baskets, carrying baskets, driving ox carts, and driving tractors. According to the instructions of the superiors, each production team was holding red flags. Looking around, the red flag was waving and full of momentum.

Chen Zikun was the general who led the troops. It was not like playing with these thousands of farmers. He asked Gong Dapeng to prepare a 18-meter-long flagpole, carry the banner of Kushuijing Commune as a flag, formulate a simple flag, the flag goes forward, the masses move forward, the flag stops, the masses stop, in short, everything follows the flag, each production team selects two quick-legged and smart as communicators, conveying the orders of the command center,

Arrange everything, and the team set out towards the county town in a mighty way.

Along the way, a large number of people joined the elderly and young. Although they were all hungry, their eyes were full of hope. Chen Zikun's army quickly turned from a thousand people to ten thousand people.

The core of the team was a hand-held tractor. Chen Zikun sat on the tractor like a general who led thousands of troops. A tall young man stood beside him holding a big cage, proudly thrusting his chest.

The tractor driver was the one who pulled Chen Zikun yesterday. At this moment, he was excited and proud. Although he was driving a tractor, his energy seemed to be driving a tank, a fighter, and a 10,000-ton giant ship.

Gong Dapeng served as the vanguard officer. He organized dozens of strong men to protect Chen Zikun with iron sticks. In his words, there are traitors and traitors in the party, so we must protect the leader.

When Yang Shugen, the first secretary of the county party committee, received the news, the army of ten thousand people had already arrived at the edge of the county town, and was as dark as locusts.

"Whoever organizes and leads, we must investigate and deal with it strictly." Yang Shugen was furious and grabbed the phone and shook it hard: "Check me with the county public security bureau."

Dozens of police officers from the county public security bureau could not stop the army that was receiving food even after they were scattered. Yang Shugen was anxious and took the jeep to comfort the masses. He thought his prestige was enough to suppress the hungry masses, but he didn't expect that the people ignored him at all. The tide of people rushed by the jeep, and no one listened if he shouted hoarsely.

"Comrades, fellow villagers, listen to me, don't be instigated by bad people." Yang Shugen shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was quickly drowned in the sound waves.

A tractor drove by not far away, and the person sitting in the car made Yang Shugen's heart suddenly thrust.

It turned out to be him,

King Chen Zikun of Jiangdong is back again, this old warlord who is unwilling to be lonely attempts to instigate the masses to oppose the party and oppose socialism.

The string of the class struggle of the poplar tree suddenly collapsed, and the situation was much more serious than expected. We must report it to the prefectural committee immediately.

He immediately returned to the county party committee, grabbed the phone and shook the handle, but there was no echo in the microphone.

"Xiao Li, go to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau immediately and ask them what happened to the phone line." Yang Shugen ordered the county party committee correspondent,

"Yes." Xiao Li ran to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau,

At the same time, on the telephone poles outside the county town, a strong young farmer bared his mouth and showed off his achievements to his companions with his cut telephone line.

Chen Zikun had already made arrangements and sent someone to cut the phone line to prevent Beitai from preparing early.

Chen Zikun, who has experienced warlord melee, eight years of war of resistance, and the war of liberation, is not comparable to a small character like Yang Shugen.

The team is getting bigger and bigger, and the horses are Xiaoxiao. Looking around, there are no heads in front and no tail in backwards. It is estimated that there are 100,000 people. Chen Zikun is in the middle to command and dispatch, relying entirely on backward flags and commands, and is in order. This depends entirely on our party building the organization at the grassroots level. Most young people participate in militias, and young people participate in the Communist Youth League, Young Pioneers and other organizations. The organizational coordination ability is much better than that of the people before liberation.

Most of the people who joined later did not know what was going on. They only knew two things. Chen Zikun was back and had food to collect.

Chen Zikun was in charge of Jiangdong for 30 years. It can be said that the people have never been hungry. In 42 years, Henan famines were famined and millions of people were starved to death. Jiangdong was also seriously affected. Chen Zikun bought high-priced food from the Zhanlin District of Japan to provide disaster relief, and tried to ensure that people would not starve to death. Although these things were not promoted later, the people remembered them in their hearts.

Governor Chen is back and there is no need to go hungry. This seems to have become a truth, and everyone believes it deeply.

...

A Gas jeep was galloping on the dirt road like a wolf smoke. It drove to the front of the Jiangbei Prefectural Committee office building and stopped. Yang Shugen jumped out of the car and ran in. It was impossible to stop the gate.

Mai Ping, secretary of the Prefectural Committee, is presided over a grain work meeting. Recently, a batch of wheat was collected in Jiangbei. This batch of food must be fully loaded with the affection of the Chinese people and transported to Cuba to support the proletarian brothers. This task is very important. We must ensure that the victory is completed and no mistakes are made.

Mai Ping has risen to the top in the past ten years. On the one hand, he has a close relationship with Zheng Zeru, and on the other hand, because of his high cultural level and strong political quality, ordinary cadres are really not as good as him. In ten years, he was promoted from a small chief of the section chief to a secretary of the prefectural party committee.

Secretary Mai spoke on it. He didn't need a manuscript to speak, he talked freely, was organized and contagious. Unlike some of the old and crude cadres who were transferred to the army, he only knew how to lead troops to fight and could not speak. Speaking of which, Mai Ping's ability to give speeches was still achieved by the stimulation of Chen Zikun's speech on the Jiangda campus.

The cadres were taking notes seriously, and suddenly the door of the conference room was pushed open. Yang Shugen, who had a burning face, walked in and whispered: "Secretary Mai, report important matters."

Mai Ping looked at his watch and said, "After a break."

Yang Shugen stepped forward and said, "What happened? One hundred thousand hungry people are rushing to Beitai to grab food."

Mai Ping's body was shocked and then returned to normal: "Xiao Yang, is the situation as serious as you said?"

"Secretary Mai, I guarantee that I have no false words. I have the responsibility, but I can't do anything about it, because these people were deceived by Chen Zikun, and I really can't do anything about it."

Mai Ping took a breath and Chen Zikun was back. This matter was complicated.

He stomped back and forth in the conference room and said, "You are sure their purpose is food."

"Confirm, this is their slogan, saying that Beitai has relief food."

Mai Ping said with a gloomy face: "Come with me."

After quickly coming to the office, Maiping hung up the phone to the regional public security department, asking them to send additional personnel to protect the national grain warehouse, and called the railway branch to report the situation and asked them to depart the vehicle as soon as possible to transport the grain away.

"The regional public security department may not have enough staff." Yang Shugen said worriedly, "The people from the county public security bureau wanted to stop it, but they were quickly washed away."

Maiping said: "The strength of the county is relatively weak, but there are troops in the area to support me. I immediately asked the Jiangbei Military Sub-district and the garrison division to send troops here."

The secretary of the prefectural committee also serves as the political commissar of the military sub-district, and it is reasonable to transfer troops, not to mention that this is an extraordinary situation.

Hundreds of thousands of hungry people are rushing towards Beitai,

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