Chapter 83
"Comrade, what you said is serious." Yang Qiujin said coldly, "We received a notice from above, saying that there were five people in the revolutionary group coming from the capital, but you now have at least ten people, and they also said that half of the people were sent to the farm to investigate. With so many people coming, who knows whether you are real or fake? Besides, the dogs are just beasts. How can they have the intelligence to bite those important documents? I was with you just now. Did you see me instructing the dogs in the farm to bite your things?"
The middle-aged man choked, and Nie Minghong immediately said, "When we arrived in Awa, the district government had already received us. The comrades behind us were sent by the district revolutionary committee to carry out the revolution for us and to ensure our safety. If you don't believe me, you can just call the district revolutionary committee and ask."
Yang Qiujin smiled wryly and said, "I'm sorry, our farm is not like other places. We don't have a phone here, so I can't confirm what you said."
"I think you are just pretending to be ignorant even though you know the truth!" Li Dabao clenched the stick in his hand and said to the middle-aged man, "Comrade Xiang, Comrade Nie, this woman has been bullying others in the farm, relying on the support of others. She killed my father, my cousins and others. Now she is trying every means to prevent us from entering the site for inspection. She is clearly a Soviet revisionist. Let's not waste time talking to her. Let's just go in and take a look."
Xiang Anfu heard this and said to Yang Qiujin in a serious tone, "Director Yang, please cooperate with us, or you will bear the consequences."
"Don't even think about entering my place unless you prove your identity." Yang Qiujin refused to give in.
You have to know that revolutionaries in those days were accustomed to being framed and labeled. Under the guise of carrying out revolution, eradicating the four olds, and overthrowing counter-revolutionaries, they poured dirty water on countless people, and by using their background to control people, they forced countless people to jump into the river, hang themselves, or drink poison to death.
As long as they want, no matter whether it is the old revolutionaries who have always dedicated themselves to the country, or the intellectuals who cultivate talents for the country and do various scientific research, or the leaders of government agencies, or even the military, public security, doctors, nurses, etc., they can always find a way to beat someone down if they don't like them, and they can also call on a group of people to share the same hatred of the enemy, trample these people being beaten into the mud, put a dunce cap on them, put a confession card on them, strip them of their clothes, let people beat, scold and spit on them, crush their self-esteem, make them unable to bear the torture and commit suicide.
If these people were allowed into the farm, there was no telling what kind of trouble they would cause. Yang Qiujin would never allow them to enter the farm and cause trouble.
"Yang, you asked for this. You refused my toast, so you have to drink the punishment wine!" Liu Dabao could no longer control his emotions. He turned around and waved his hand: "What are you all standing there for? This woman surnamed Yang is stubborn and rebellious. She must be hiding some unspeakable secret in the farm. Break down the door for me. I want to see what shameful things she has hidden in there!"
As he spoke, he raised the wooden stick and hit Yang Qiujin.
Yang Qiujin was now heavy and no longer as agile as before. Seeing Liu Dabao's stick coming down, she widened her eyes and took two steps back, but she was still too late.
The stick was approaching his head with great force. A figure ran over quickly, stretched out his hand to block the stick, and let out a muffled groan.
"Shengqing, are you okay?" Yang Qiujin exclaimed.
"It hurts." Chen Shengqing slowly lowered his arm that was blocking the stick, revealing a handsome and cold face. His narrow eyes were filled with sinister eyes, and the neat military uniform on his body exuded a strong murderous aura under the sunlight. His voice was as cold as an ice cellar. "I, Chen Shengqing, just fought for the country and almost died on the spot where I was on duty. You bastards who use revolution as a cover to do nothing but force people to death, you dare to lay hands on my wife, a pregnant military woman. I usually carry a gun to protect bastards like you?!"
As he spoke, he raised his long legs and kicked Liu Dabao hard in the heart.
Liu Dabao was kicked directly into the air by him, and he hit the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Before he could get up, Chen Shengqing strode up to him, stepped hard on his right palm with his military boots, crushing his fingers hard, and Liu Dabao immediately let out a howl of pain.
Chen Shengqing watched him howling expressionlessly from a high position until he crushed his fingers. Then he bent down, veins popped out in his hands, and pinched Liu Dabao's neck fiercely. He said coldly: "If you dare to touch my wife, you have to weigh yourself. Do you think I am an officer for nothing? I have killed more enemies than you. Killing you now is as easy as killing an ant."
His eyes were bloodshot and filled with murderous intent, and his hands were like iron clamps, tightly clamped around Liu Dabao's neck.
No matter how Liu Dabao struggled or tried to pry his hands open, he couldn't budge them even a little bit. Gradually, Liu Dabao's face turned red, he had difficulty breathing, his eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted.
The people around were shocked when they saw this scene. They had never expected that Yang Qiujin's military officer husband would come to the farm, and they had never expected that Liu Dabao would be so desperate as to attack Yang Qiujin, a military wife, and anger her military officer husband.
Since ancient times, there has been incompatibility between the civil and military officials. Even though the current domestic situation is that the "civil officials" are stirring up trouble, holding great power, and targeting and crushing the "military officials" everywhere, it is undeniable that no matter how powerful the "civil officials" are, the stability at home and abroad still depends on the "military officials".
A small Red Army soldier, holding a feather as a token of authority, dared to run wild in the frontier area full of "military officers" and even dared to touch the families of the "military officers". This was purely courting death.
Seeing Chen Shengqing's furious look as if he was ready to kill, no one dared to step forward to stop the fight, for fear that Chen Shengqing would get angry with them and kill those who tried to stop the fight.
After all, as Chen Shengqing said, he is a soldier. To be able to reach his current position as a military officer, his hands must have seen blood and taken the lives of enemies. Who would dare to risk his own life to challenge such an iron-blooded soldier who kills without blinking an eye?
Seeing that Liu Dabao was about to be strangled to death by Chen Shengqing, Yang Qiujin stepped forward and grabbed Chen Shengqing's arm, and gently advised: "Shengqing, calm down and let him go. If you want to kill him, you will be brought to the military court. I'm fine, don't be angry, don't ruin your future for such a small fry."
Chen Shengqing seemed not to hear anything. He tightly pinched Liu Dabao's neck with both hands, and his narrow eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.
Yang Qiujin was shocked and guessed that he might be possessed by a demon. She quickly held her belly in front of his eyes and said, "Shengqing, look, the second baby in my belly is moving."
As soon as she finished speaking, the baby in her belly seemed to have telepathic connection and actually moved.
Chen Shengqing saw two small bulges on her belly. It was as if there was some magic that made him forget what he was doing and reach out to touch the bulges.
Without the clamp on his neck, Liu Dabao's breathing became smooth. He gasped for air and gradually regained consciousness. As if he had seen a scary monster, he crawled away from Chen Shengqing and ran to a corner about 200 meters away from the crowd. Then he sat down on the ground in despair, shaking with tears.
Thinking back to the time when he had been domineering and arrogant in Liujiazhuang and the farm for more than ten years, he had always been the one bullying others and beating them to death. No one had ever been like this man today, who wanted to kill him over a disagreement and left him with no power to fight back.
That man was so terrible! He had no doubt that if Yang Qiujin hadn't stopped him, he would have really died in the hands of that man today!
The weather in northern Xinjiang in May was still relatively cold compared to other regions. Yang Qiujin wore two spring tunics and an officer's Lenin suit as an outer layer. Her bulging belly was covered by three layers of clothes, and her fetal movement was still obvious.
Chen Shengqing felt two small bulges through the fabric, and a sense of joy like an old father filled his chest. He smiled tenderly and asked in a voice as gentle as spring rain, "Is this Erbao's hand or his foot?"
He smiled, like a spring breeze, without the cold and murderous feeling just now. Yang Qiujin breathed a sigh of relief, gently stroked her belly and said, "Who knows this? I can't open my belly in front of everyone and show it to you and everyone. That would be too embarrassing. The child was lazy in my belly before, and was too lazy to move. Now it may be that it has grown bigger and the space in my belly is smaller. She feels uncomfortable and the fetal movement is more than before. If you want to see whether she moves her hands or feet, wait until we get home and when she kicks my belly again, I will let you see it."
It was the first time that Chen Shengqing experienced the feeling of his own baby's fetal movement. The excitement of being a father in his heart gradually calmed his earlier anger.
He stood up, looked at Xiang Anfu and the others coldly and said, "Go get your work permits and letters of introduction, and then come to my wife's farm to investigate. Before you get your documents to prove your identities, whoever dares to mess around again, I don't care who you are, if you dare to touch my wife, I will kill you!"
Xiang Anfu and the others had seen his cruelty before, and they all retreated in fear.
Xiang Anfu was also afraid that this person would go crazy, so he said arrogantly: "Comrade, please calm down. If you use violence to obstruct the work of our revolutionary group and protect counter-revolutionaries, you will lose your military position."
"Whether my military career is safe or not is not up to you bastards." Chen Shengqing pulled out a pistol from his back and pointed it at Xiang Anfu. "I'll say it again, without sufficient documents to prove your identity, don't even think about setting foot in the farm."
"You, you are totally unreasonable!" Xiang Anfu pointed at Chen Shengqing angrily and said, "Just wait and see. I will call the capital right away and ask the military to investigate you thoroughly. By then, none of you will be able to escape!"
"Goodbye." Chen Shengqing put the gun behind his back with an expressionless face. The red star on his military uniform sparkled in the sunlight.
Xiang Anfu was nearly blinded by the light and left angrily with a group of people.
After they left, the workers gathered at the gate of Yang Qiujin Farm said, "You all saw it, the farm has reached a critical moment. This group of people decides whether our farm can be opened in the future, whether we still have jobs, and whether we can get wages to support our families. You should also know how difficult it was for me to apply for the establishment of a farm from Secretary Zhai, and then expand the farm, and recruit you as workers in the farm, with higher wages and benefits than farm employees. At this time, if we don't unite as one and fight against external forces, our farm and the farm will be finished!"
Most of the workers in the farm were housewives who had previously been idle at home. They cherished their jobs at the farm very much. When they heard her words, they asked in panic, "Director Yang, what should we do now?"
"Don't panic. After entering the venue, clean up all the unreasonable things in the venue. Don't leave anything that doesn't comply with the policy. At the same time, buy more slogans, newspapers, and posters that comply with the policy and post them on the walls to highlight our enthusiasm for supporting the revolution. Then do whatever you need to do. Remember to be careful in what you say and do." Yang Qiujin said.
"Understood."
Yang Qiuyue, who was in charge of the key to the gate, opened the gate, and the employees left one after another. According to Yang Qiujin's request, a major cleanup was carried out.
Yang Qiujin took Chen Shengqing into her office, sat on an armchair and said, "Shengqing, if they really call the capital, will the military really send someone to investigate you?"
"It's no use for them to call. Right now the military and that group are at loggerheads. My background and military achievements are traceable in the border defense department, so there's no problem at all. There's no way the military would lay off its own people for those bastards," said Chen Shengqing.
After he said that, Yang Qiujin felt relieved and turned to talk about another matter: "Just now you pinched Liu Dabao's neck, your eyes were red, and you didn't listen to me no matter what I said. Do you have post-traumatic stress syndrome? When you get angry, you can't control yourself? Do you want to go to the military hospital?"
"Every soldier who has been to the battlefield and witnessed the death of the enemy or comrades will be left with post-traumatic stress syndrome. This is normal. When I have time in the next few days, I will go to the military doctor for a check-up." Chen Shengqing lowered his eyes and said undeniably.
Yang Qiujin was quick to notice his depressed mood and asked cautiously, "What happened during your mission this time?"
Chen Shengqing suddenly clenched his hands, lowered his head, remained silent, and said in a hoarse voice: "During this mission, because of my insistence on asking the soldiers to go through the sandstorm to perform the last mission, half of the soldiers were killed. Captain Ruan and two other soldiers were seriously injured and are now lying in the military hospital. Their lives are unknown."
Yang Qiujin knew that Company Commander Ruan was Ruan Xiangming, the honest-looking young man. Chen Shengqing treated him like a treasure and took him with him wherever he went.
This time, Ruan Xiangming was seriously injured, but he, as the commander, was alive and well. No wonder Chen Shengqing was so emotionally unstable. He must be feeling extremely guilty now.
Yang Qiujin stood up, hugged Chen Shengqing in her arms, and comforted him softly: "It's not your fault. Soldiers go out on missions and are prepared to sacrifice. I believe that you made that decision because the situation was so critical that you couldn't afford to miss it. In the face of danger, completing the mission is the most important thing. Isn't this the usual style of you soldiers? Don't blame yourself. I believe that Captain Ruan and the others are blessed by heaven. They will definitely get through it and live well."
The woman's gentle words gradually soothed Chen Shengqing's anxious heart. He listened to the sound of Yang Qiujin's heartbeat, and gradually calmed down.
The two hugged for less than a minute when Yu Cong, who had been wandering off somewhere, rushed in and said, "Director Yang, something terrible has happened on the farm. The Youth League offices have been smashed to pieces. Secretary Zhai was arrested by the revolutionaries and thrown into the cowshed. He was criticized by the revolutionaries along with Professor Zheng, Professor Cai and other professors. Other employees have also started fighting each other. The farm is in chaos now."
"What?" Yang Qiujin let go of Chen Shengqing, her face showing anxiety, "The farm's security department and the armed forces department didn't take any action, and just let those revolutionary groups mess around?"
"Isn't it that some of the farm workers have long disliked Secretary Zhai and Professor Zheng and have joined forces to make revolution? Even the Security Department and the Armed Forces Department can't suppress them."
"These gluttons have forgotten who gave them the good life they have now!" Yang Qiujin was so angry that her chest heaved. "No, I want to go over and take a look."
"Qiu Jin, don't be impulsive." Chen Shengqing reached out and held her back. "You are a pregnant woman now, and you have to keep the farm. You are already stretched too thin. Even if you go to the farm now, it won't make any difference."
"Do you want me to watch those revolutionaries torture Secretary Zhai and Professor Zheng to death?" Yang Qiujin's eyes turned red. "Our farm has achieved what it has today because of their research."
"I know Qiu Jin, but now is not the time to act impulsively." Chen Shengqing asked Yu Cong, "Deputy Director Yu, have any other farm cadres been arrested besides Secretary Zhai?"
Yu Cong thought about it carefully, "It seems not, but those cadres were expressly prohibited by the revolutionary group from working and waiting for their review."
"Since the leadership team is still there, the response policies previously discussed by the farm officials can still be implemented." Chen Shengqing analyzed calmly: "At worst, you can take the last resort."
Yang Qiujin's eyes lit up, "Ling Gaosheng?"
"Tsk——" Chen Shengqing stretched out a finger and pressed it against his lips, indicating to her that Yu Cong was still there.
In the next few days, all the workers in the Tianshan farm were on strike, and there was a crazy scene of people fighting everywhere and fighting each other everywhere.
The farm was in chaos. The revolutionary group from the capital thought they had something on Tianshan Farm. Every day they whipped the intellectuals and people of the lowest class on the farm, venting their resentment towards the senior intellectuals and cadres.
In the past, these cadres and high-level intellectuals ate fine grains and big meats, lived in clean and tidy houses, did the easiest jobs, earned generous salaries, married beautiful women in the city, had children, and enjoyed the best life in the city.
However, these revolutionaries did the hardest and most tiring work, earned the least money, ate the worst food, lived in the worst houses, married ugly country women, gave birth to a bunch of ugly babies, and had no hope in their lives.
Now the world has changed. Slogans are everywhere and people are beating drums and gongs to make revolution. They have turned into revolutionary fighters. The intellectuals in the past have become the stinking ninth class, and the cadres who were high above and held power and authority have become reactionaries. Those neighbors who had had conflicts with them in the past, and even their classmates, friends and family members, can be labeled and fought to death as long as they do not do what they want!
The sudden huge surprise overwhelmed these people's heads. They raised sticks and fists and smashed them at the homes of those who exploited the reactionaries and activists. They trampled under their feet those they disliked one by one, and laughed more brilliantly than the other.
When they thought they were self-righteous and could vent their anger and force those cadres and intellectuals to death, they did not expect that the gray-haired old bones on the farm would grit their teeth and hold on no matter how they insulted and whipped them, and would never commit suicide.
The farm welcomed them warmly at the beginning, but within a week they ran out of water and food, and they were so hungry that they felt dizzy. When they asked other cadres on the farm, they all said that because they were making a revolution, no one on the farm was producing anything, the fields were abandoned and the crops were unattended, overgrown with weeds, and the crops could not grow. The grain stored in the winter had just been paid for the spring tax, and there was very little grain left in the warehouse. The ditches surrounding the farm were also blocked by various silt and river sand because no one was managing them, and the water could not flow through. It was because of the lack of water and food.
When the revolutionary group heard this, they were outraged. They were ordered to come to the frontier, and in addition to working, they also wanted to take advantage of the situation on the farm, eat, drink and have fun for a while, and fight to death all those who wanted to fight, and then return to the capital to report.
Now the damned people are trying hard to stay alive, and the huge farm has stopped production. There is no food, fruits or vegetables to eat. Isn't it that someone is deliberately making things difficult for them?
Just when this revolutionary group was gaining momentum and wanted to capture other farm cadres to hold them accountable, something big happened in the middle of the night when they were half asleep.
For unknown reasons, a group of masked bandits appeared on the farm and captured them while they were sleeping.
They woke up from their dream and shouted for help, but heard someone say, "Stop shouting. Tianshan Farm's security department and armed forces were disbanded by you. Now Tianshan Farm is a wasteland. Before, we couldn't fight them head-on because there were armed forces with guns. Now that there are no armed forces, we can just rob the farm and the warehouse. And you, you are well dressed and you are obviously from a big city. I will give you some time. You'd better write a letter and ask your family to send a money check to redeem you, otherwise your end will not be as simple as death."
In the middle of the night, a group of masked bandits, numbering no less than fifty people, all armed with guns and holding torches, went from house to house in front of the farm workers' houses, robbing money and food. If anyone resisted, they would be beaten to death at the very least, or shot with a volley of bullets at the worst. The whole farm was filled with wailing.
Xiang Anfu and others had never expected that the bandits in the border area would be so rampant. They tied up nearly seventy people, including the revolutionary group from the capital, the Little Red Soldiers from the district, and a group of revolutionary radicals in the farm who supported the revolutionary group's actions. Under the threat of guns, they got on several large trucks and drove in the pitch-black night for an unknown amount of time. When they arrived at their destination, it was almost dawn.
At this time, Xiang Anfu and others discovered that they were taken to a desert by the bandits.
There was endless yellow sand all around them, without any vegetation or water. Their hands and feet were tied and they were huddled in a sand cave, under the scorching sun for three days without a bite of food or a sip of water. They were all sunburned and had dizzy, cracked lips, and begged the robbers for some water.
As a result, the robbers, speaking with a strong ethnic minority accent, kicked them several times, causing them to vomit blood and fall to the ground. Then they said slowly: "Now, in our eyes, you are just animals to make money. Before your family sends the money by mail, you should have the awareness of being animals. If you want food and drink, wait until your next life!"
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. Are they going to die here?
The robbers asked them to write letters to their families asking for huge sums of money, and then mail them to designated mailboxes in the Ava area. Then they would take the envelopes containing the money from the mailboxes without being discovered by anyone.
It would take at least more than a week for the family members to mail the money slips to the border area of Awa. If they had to go without eating or drinking, they might starve to death before the robbers could get the money slips.
For a moment, everyone's hearts were filled with despair.
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