Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Explanation... Liang Xin does not...
The division headquarters meeting room was silent.
Suddenly, the divisional political commissar slammed the table, stood up and pointed at Liang Xin excitedly, "Great!"
The cadres in the conference room reacted and said excitedly:
"Individuals become a collective, this is truly the best military-civilian relationship!"
"Agriculture should learn from Dazhai, industry should learn from Daqing, and support and support should learn from Jiangkou!"
"Great!" The political commissar of the division headquarters also slammed the table and stood up, his face flushed with excitement. "Learn from Jiangkou for the Double Support Movement! Comrade Liang Xin's suggestion has already made me burst into tears before he even put pen to paper!"
The task goal assigned by the base's standing committee is to ensure that the articles written by the writers will bring tears to the eyes of the leaders.
I read Liang Xin's story collection yesterday. Some parts really made me want to cry, but in most parts, it was just like what Liang Xin said, my senses have become tired. I have seen too many similar typical stories over the years.
But Liang Xin's few words just now were enough to make these middle-aged old men who had been buried in piles of words all day and had already read tens of thousands of articles feel what it was like to have their blood boiling to the point of wanting to cry!
Lu Chongfeng tilted his head to look at Liang Xin. His black eyes seemed to be filled with the scorching sun, and his breath was scorching hot. Liang Xin wanted to grab her clothes and fan herself when she saw him.
The writers were full of energy, having swept away the decadence of working hard for a week only to see a proposal completely rejected. Each of them seemed to have drunk a bowl of chicken blood, and they couldn't wait to pick up their pens and start drafting again.
Every cadre in the conference room realized that the typical example Liang Xin proposed would be a news that would definitely make the headlines!
"but."
The base political commissar hadn't been so excited for a long time. His passion faded a little, and after he came to his senses, he slowly sat back and looked at Liang Xin: "Comrade Liang Xin, if this happens, your honor and the title, work, and merit that it can bring you will be weakened."
The political commissar of the division nodded and said, "Comrade Liang Xin, the Support and Support Office has arranged a job for you as a bus conductor. This is a golden rice bowl. If all the credit is distributed to Nanhe Commune, this job may not fall on your head."
All the writers looked at Liang Xin.
Liang Xin, who was desperate to be a ticket seller, said seriously, "My honor and job can help the 11th Division develop and employ the families of the soldiers, so that the hungry children can have a better life. I only hate myself for not doing enough, and I won't feel reluctant at all."
A great red wind of justice blew across the face of every cadre in the division headquarters conference room. Wherever the wind passed, everyone had tears in their eyes and a look of admiration on their faces.
This is the effect that a model armed with Chairman Mao’s thoughts and contemporary Marxism-Leninism should have!
Applause broke out.
After the writers applauded, they immediately began writing.
The base political commissar stood up, walked to Liang Xin, held Liang Xin's hand tightly, and patted Lu Chongfeng on the shoulder, "Good wife, Chief Lu, you really married a good wife!"
Lu Chongfeng raised the corner of his lips and looked at Liang Xin.
Liang Xin glanced at reporter Wang Hong, who was sitting in the corner and had not spoken a word during the entire meeting. "Commissar Liu, there was another person who made a great contribution at the scene that day. That person was reporter Wang Hong. The first-hand photos he took of the scene are authentic and powerful evidence to ensure that the model of supporting the army and the people is true and powerful."
Reporter Wang Hong, who was sitting at the corner of the table, looked up in surprise, his expression stunned.
The base political commissar nodded, "Comrade Wang Hong's contribution is indeed not small, and he is also a very important figure at the scene."
Reporter Wang Hong's eyes suddenly flashed with joy and he looked at Liang Xin with gratitude.
Lu Chongfeng glanced at Liang Xin and found a smile on her face again.
It seems like he is relieved, like he is looking at a younger generation.
"Wang Hong is your relative?"
"What nonsense."
"When you look at his eyes, there is a kind light in them."
"......"
Liang Xin opened the door and ignored Lu Chongfeng.
The reason she spoke was because reporter Wang Hong was the first good young man who sacrificed his life to save Yang Tao.
"There are a lot of true and false examples in the newspapers now. Reporter Wang Hong did take the key photos, and he was at the scene, so he should be the one writing the key stories, right?"
"really."
Lu Chongfeng suddenly thought of the look in the political commissar's eyes and asked curiously, "How do you know so much about the internal situation?"
Liang Xin went to the kitchen to pour water and wash her hands. She said casually, "Before I married you, after Huaihua Village was electrified, I worked as a broadcaster at the brigade headquarters. I was responsible for collecting and extracting news from newspapers and conveying the latest instructions from the commune. I said in the meeting room that the common people understand many things, but they just can't say it. I graduated from high school and watched so much news every day, so I can only express my ideas in a simple way."
"Simple?"
Lu Chongfeng and Liang Xin washed their hands in the same basin. "A few words almost tore their faces, and a few more words directly pointed out a broader direction. How could it be simple? What's more, your opinion will definitely cause a stir in the Provincial Revolutionary Committee and the Provincial Military Region."
Liang Xin picked up the towel to wipe her hands and pretended to be surprised, "No way?"
Lu Chongfeng: "Just wait and see."
The next evening, Liang Xin was slowly picking out fish bones at home, enjoying the fish meat that tasted like garlic cloves. The propaganda department of the military region headquarters received a request from the party committee of the base and directly sent three cadres to assist the more than 30 newly organized writers from the base, division headquarters, and regiment headquarters to move into the 11th Division Guesthouse.
The base has specially established the “Comrade Liang Xin’s Advanced Deeds Publicity Office”, abbreviated as “Liang Office”.
The political commissar of the base serves as the director of the "Good Office", and the deputy director is the political commissar of the division headquarters, and they are jointly responsible for typical deeds.
“Why is it called Liangban?”
Liang Xin bit into the salty, fragrant and smooth fish meat, "Won't it mean that my contribution will be weakened?"
Lu Chongfeng helped Liang Xin pick out the fish bones, "The cadres of the propaganda department of the headquarters decided to use you as the starting point to draft the article. Besides, the direction pointed out by Comrade Liang Xin is unprecedented in the country. On the contrary, Liang Xin is a typical example. As you said, it is not uncommon. In order to prevent unexpected situations, we have established a Liang Office."
Liang Xin picked up a fish bone and sucked it slowly.
"Don't understand?" Lu Chongfeng put a piece of green vegetable into Liang Xin's bowl. "To put it simply, Wang Hong, the man with the kind light in his eyes, got a promotion when he went back home last night. He was originally a soldier who had just been promoted to officer."
Liang Xin glanced at him and said nothing.
"To put it in a broader sense..." Lu Chongfeng put down his chopsticks, "The guesthouse near the military newspaper is always full all year round. Do you know who lives there? They are all people sent by major units to stay there permanently and want to be included in their articles."
Liang Xin finished her vegetables, put down her chopsticks, leaned back in her chair, and looked at the moon outside the long window. "Confusing the audience, the secret will be accomplished."
Liang Xin took advantage of the situation and got a job as a bus conductor in the city, and also left a good reputation among the leaders.
I lay down openly for half a month.
I watched the division’s logistics staff come to my house and repair the entire roof.
The kitchen stove is covered with small white square tiles.
There is running water in the backyard and a cement washbasin.
The narrow house was connected to water and electricity and converted into an internal bathroom.
In the bathroom, there is a mirror, a sink, and a squat toilet that flushes with a single pull.
There is also a bluestone brick path in the middle of the backyard.
According to Liang Xin's request, Lu Chongfeng prepared to buy bricks to build a brick fence around the vegetable plot reserved on the right side of the backyard.
After the chief of the logistics and barracks department learned about this, he asked the division headquarters for instructions. The division headquarters stopped Lu Chongfeng and directly asked the logistics department to send a batch of bricks. They also arranged for the soldiers of the barracks department to build a brick fence on the door.
Liang Xin made green tea for the soldiers and walked into the kitchen with fresh lamb ribs and pork skin bought from the service center.
He brought a small stool and slowly scraped off the hair with tweezers.
The mutton had been soaked in cold water for a whole night, and it looked like all the blood had been almost soaked away.
After cleaning, put the lamb ribs with skin and pork skin into a large pot, and scoop a few scoops of water from the water tank to cover the lamb.
After the fire boiled, a thick layer of blood foam still emerged from the pot.
Liang Xin took out the lamb ribs again and washed away the blood.
"Chief Lu's family, what are you burning? It smells so good!"
Liang Xin heard the voice, put down the pig's trotter in her hand, walked to the kitchen door, looked at the soldiers in the barracks department and said with a smile: "I'm making frozen lamb and braised pork. When it's ready, please have a taste of it."
"Frozen lamb? I've never heard of it."
"Braised pork, crystal braised pork? That's a dish that only a highly skilled chef can make. You have a really skillful hand!"
Liang Xin just smiled and said nothing. She picked up the thermos and added hot water to the tea on the wooden table in the yard.
I didn't notice it while I was in the kitchen, but when I walked in from outside, I smelled the rich aroma of meat, which instantly made me hungry.
Open the lid of the pot, and you will see the lamb ribs and pork skin with skin immersed in the soup with soy sauce, rice wine, rock sugar, onion, ginger, radish, star anise, cinnamon and other spices, and have been stewed into a wine red color.
Liang Xin took a deep breath of the aroma, covered the pot, walked back to the enamel basin, added water to wash the cleaned pig's trotter, and used a knife to remove the bones of the trotter.
After removing the bones, use a toothpick to poke small holes in the pig's trotter.
The bamboo toothpick broke after a few pokes.
Liang Xin went to borrow some wire from the soldiers in the barracks department. After washing it, she easily poked satisfactory small holes on the pig's trotters.
Then take out the prepared glucose and coarse salt, mix well, sprinkle on the pig trotter meat, and rub it back and forth.
My arms were sore from rubbing, so I stopped, lifted the lid of the newly bought small bamboo jar, put the rubbed pig's trotters in it and marinated them for three days.
"Liang Xin, what are you doing at home?"
Li Mao's head suddenly appeared on the left side of the courtyard wall, sniffing hard into the yard.
Liang Xin poked her head in. "I'm making steamed lamb and braised pork. I'll send some to your family when they're ready."
Li Mao waved his hand. "I don't want to eat your food, it's just too delicious. My three children are so greedy that they keep crying. They insisted that I go to the service center to buy meat. That's why I came to see what you are cooking."
Liang Xin walked out of the kitchen and saw two little heads appearing on the wall. "I can't eat it today. I can only eat it in two days."
"You are so skillful, I didn't even listen to the dishes you cooked..."
"Mom, do you want to go buy some meat?"
Li Mao slapped Daqiang on the head and said, "Eat, eat, eat. You are really eating me out of money. Your father's monthly salary is not enough for you to eat!"
The soldier in the barracks department looked up and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, Deputy Battalion Commander Lei's salary must be around 70 or 80. It shouldn't be enough for the children to eat, right?"
Liang Xin picked up the enamel teacup, blew on the tea leaves, and took a sip.
"He has two younger brothers in his hometown who are not married yet. He has to send 15 yuan back home every month." Li Mao held onto the wall with both hands. "I have lost my father and my mother is half blind. Lao Lei also sends 15 yuan to my brothers from my mother's side when he gets his salary. So his salary alone has to support three families. We can only barely fill our stomachs."
After hearing this, the soldier from the barracks department lost his smile and sighed, "No wonder, it's the same for me. I've been a soldier for fifteen years this year, but I still don't dare to let my wife and children live here for the time being."
"I heard that our Deputy Section Chief Li's girlfriend broke up again." The soldiers who had quickly finished building the brick fence stopped talking and joined the conversation: "It seems that Deputy Section Chief Li was asked to retire, but he disagreed and asked his girlfriend to follow the army. However, when his girlfriend heard that following the army would only mean making matchboxes every day, she would rather break up than get married again."
"Matchboxes don't come in handy every day." Li Mao said, "Our latest job is to make shoe uppers, which is more labor-intensive than making matchboxes, but the money we make is not much more than making matchboxes."
"That's right. So even if I meet the requirements to accompany the army, with my salary, even if I give half to my family, it's not enough to feed so many mouths. It's better for us to live separately and I can send more money back." The soldier from the barracks department glanced at Daqiang on the wall, his eyes flashed with sadness, "It's a pity that I don't even know what my boy and two daughters look like now."
Liang Xin lowered her eyelashes and closed the lid of the enamel jar.
The regulations for the family members of military cadres to accompany the troops are that they are deputy battalion commanders, have served in the army for fifteen years, or are at least thirty-five years old. If one of the three conditions is met, the family members can accompany the troops.
Everyone wants to marry a cadre, but cadres with high positions are still a minority after all.
Even though the salaries of many cadres are not low, since most of them come from rural areas and ordinary families, they still have to send their high salaries back home to support their parents who are in financial difficulties. Almost all of them have to support two or even three families with one salary.
In fact, it is not as good as the conditions of dual-income families in ordinary cities.
"Comrade Liang Xin!"
Suddenly there was a noisy sound outside the door. Liang Xin couldn't tell who it was, so she walked across the corridor towards the door.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a few slightly familiar faces standing outside. Liang Xin didn't react for a moment to who they were.
The visitor was excited and said, "You are really a hero, Comrade Liang Xin, I am the secretary of the Xiahe Brigade of Nanhe Commune, do you still remember us?"
"Remember!"
Liang Xin opened the door and smiled: "Please come in. Thanks to everyone's timely arrival that day, no one was killed."
"No way, you are the hero!"
The secretary of Xiahe Brigade and several members walked in with two sacks in their hands. "Hey, this room is so clean. Let's stand outside."
"It's okay. We're just putting up a fence at home. It's a mess. Please take a seat."
Liang Xin took out some tea leaves and made green tea and sugar water for the propaganda officer and commune cadre who was leading the way.
Turn around and take a look.
The brigade secretary and the members took out a bag of soybeans, a basket of things that looked like oysters, and a basket of yellow croaker and swimming crabs from the sack.
"Comrade Liang Xin, don't worry. We'll hide the things in a sack and bring them in. No one will see."
The brigade secretary felt something was wrong after he finished speaking. "No, that's not what I meant. It was the cadres who came to our commune every day to interview us and told us not to publicize the typical case. Now that our commune has finished the interview, we will quickly send you some local specialties. They are not valuable things, so you can accept them without worry."
Liang Xin looked at a basket of yellow croaker. The others might not be valuable, but the yellow croaker was much more valuable. When the market was good, it could be sold for 50 to 80 cents per pound, and when the market was cheap, it could still be sold for 20 to 30 cents.
A bigger fish is worth the price of a chicken.
"Secretary, I can't accept this."
"Comrade Liang Xin, please don't be polite. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have had the chance to appear in the newspaper."
The branch secretary smiled with his big yellow teeth, "Moreover, these days, cadres from the county party committee, the prefectural party committee, and even the provincial revolutionary committee have come to praise us. They have also notified Dr. Liao, Nurse Zhang and me from our commune hospital to prepare to give reports and speeches at the Great Hall of the People!"
Liang Xin smiled and said, "This is what I should do."
"What should be."
A member of Xiahe Commune said: "Since the rainstorm, this is not the first time we have rescued someone, but no one has thought of putting us in the newspapers. But this time, we went down to the river to rescue someone, and not only did we get the newspapers, but the Provincial Revolutionary Committee also rewarded our brigade with a tractor!"
Liang Xin smiled even more deeply. Before she could say anything, the brigade secretary turned around and scolded her: "You can't keep secrets with your broken mouth. We can only give us the tractors after we have finished the report at the mass meeting."
"Secretary, don't worry."
The propaganda officer smiled and said, "Hasn't Nurse Zhang already entered our division hospital for training? There won't be any problems with your tractor."
The brigade secretary's eyes lit up instantly. "Is it possible to get a tractor even if I don't give a good report at the mass meeting?"
The publicity officer affirmed: “Yes!”
"Comrade Liang Xin."
The brigade secretary and several members quickly picked up the basket and forced it on Liang Xin, "Hurry up and take it! The collective honor and tractor you have brought us are far more valuable than this!"
"Secretary, I understand your feelings, but until the matter is settled, we should try not to exchange gifts."
Liang Xin pushed the basket forward. "You are a team leader, you know more than me, don't you think?"
The brigade secretary hesitated and looked at the propaganda officer. "But Officer Hu said that this little thing wouldn't be a problem. He asked the leader for permission, and I also asked the leader of our commune for permission before bringing it over."
Propaganda Officer: "Comrade Liang Xin, these are just some local specialties, they really won't be a problem."
Liang Xin thought about it, turned around, opened the cupboard, grabbed a handful of White Rabbit milk candies and orange gummies, put them on the enamel tray, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds.
He walked to the kitchen in the backyard, took down a piece of bacon from under the beam, filled half a basket with eggs, and handed them to the brigade secretary along with candy and melon seeds.
Pork, candy, and melon seeds are all rare and valuable items.
The brigade secretary and the members kept making excuses.
In the end, under Liang Xin's insistence, they accepted the things from each other.
The propaganda officer immediately picked up a pen, opened his notebook, and wrote down the subsequent touching story of the close relationship between the military and the people.
"Liang Xin, what's going on?"
After Liang Xin put away her things, she found Li Mao still lying on the wall.
There are more than just Daqiang and a small head next to him.
Erqiang and Deputy Battalion Commander Lei, who was carrying Xiaodan, appeared on the wall as a family.
Liang Xin: “….”
"Members of the commune near the camp, come over to deliver something."
"So many yellow croakers!" Li Mao looked at the basket in Liang Xin's hand and swallowed her saliva. Yellow croaker was the most delicious dish she had ever eaten. "Sell me two of them?"
Liang Xin put the basket down and asked, "You want to accuse me of speculation?"
"Then I'll trade with you, what do you want?"
Liang Xin thought for a moment, "Do you have any pickles? I didn't bring any from home, and the weather isn't good for pickling them now."
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Li Mao nodded immediately. "My family doesn't have much of anything, but we have the most pickles. Sour cabbage, beans, dried radish, fermented black beans, fermented bean curd, salted duck eggs, chili peppers, pickled peppers, pickled garlic, pickled cucumbers. We also have spicy cabbage and everything else. Which one do you want?"
Liang Xin was almost drooling at what he said, "I want them all."
"Okay!"
Li Mao exchanged a pile of rich varieties of pickles for Liang Xin's one large yellow croaker and eight small yellow croakers, and the family left happily.
Liang Xin smelled the authentic pickled cucumbers and picked up the chopsticks to eat a bean, which was crunchy and sour and crispy. She then ate a piece of spicy cabbage and nodded unconsciously.
Li Mao’s pickles are the most appetizing pickles she has ever tasted!
Just as Liang Xin was biting a pickle and going to the kitchen to take out the stewed mutton and pork skin and put it in an enamel plate, peeling off the mutton skin, removing the bones and tearing the meat to spread on the skin, Lu Chongfeng was in the division headquarters guesthouse, frowning and looking at the person in front of him.
"Where did you get so many banned books? You're learning a lot of crooked stuff!"
"How can love be a crooked thing!"
Zheng Xiaojun hugged the book in his hand tightly, "If you say something like this, it means you have no love!"
Lu Chongfeng's brows relaxed, and a smug look appeared in his eyes, "Who said I didn't? Liang Xin and I just finished our free love relationship two days ago."
"Really?" Zheng Xiaojun looked at Lu Chongfeng in confusion: "Then how can you say that love is a perverted thing? How do you feel when you are in a free love relationship?"
Lu Chongfeng folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the desk, "I feel like... I don't want to fall in love freely anymore."
Zheng Xiaojun: “…”
Anger sat up.
"You are as pathetic as most of your comrades. You don't even know what love is!"
Lu Chongfeng frowned instantly, "If you need, I can call the patrol officer over to you directly."
Zheng Xiaojun shut up, sat back, and raised the English manuscript in his hand, "Were you rejected by Liang Xin? Alas, no wonder, Faust talks about rejected love..."
"Have you forgotten why you were sent to the 11th Division by the headquarters?"
Lu Chongfeng glared at Zheng Xiaojun, "Liang Xin and I are married, and Liang Xin even came with me to the 11th Division. I think your brain has been completely ruined by reading these banned books."
"A rotten tree cannot be carved."
Zheng Xiaojun shook his head, stood up and walked around Lu Chongfeng, "I'll translate Faust's love for you."
Lu Chongfeng: "You didn't listen. You kept begging me to come to my house for dinner. Now I'm calling you, but you're still hesitating. Are you going to leave or not?"
"Love is like an endless ocean, unfathomable and yet intoxicating." Zheng Xiaojun said intoxicatedly while holding the English manuscript: "Love is like a blazing fire that can burn people dizzy. Fire! I want to be set on fire by the fire of love! Let the fire of love crush me to pieces!"
Lu Chongfeng kicked the screaming Zheng Xiaojun and said, "You are crazy!"
"right!"
Zheng Xiaojun looked back at Lu Chongfeng: "Love can make people lose their reason and fall into madness. You are sober, which means you have never loved at all!"
"nonsense!"
Although Lu Chongfeng didn't know what love was, he knew that this meant that he and Liang Xin were not good. "I have all the feelings you described."
Zheng Xiaojun rushed to Lu Chongfeng and said, "The feeling of being burned by fire? Have you ever experienced this? Describe it in detail!"
Lu Chongfeng remembered sleeping in the same bed with Liang Xin when they just got married, remembered seeing the banned book given by Zheng Xiaojun, smelled the fragrance of Liang Xin after taking a bath, remembered Liang Xin unwrapped her bath towel... remembered that Liang Xin did not let him in during their free love...
He would never describe it to Zheng Xiaojun.
"Are you going to eat or not?"
"You didn't."
Zheng Xiaojun curled his lips and shook his head. "Our Chinese love stories, such as The Fairy Couple, The Legend of the White Snake, Dream of the Red Chamber, and Liang Zhu, are all very moving and touching. Are you and Liang Xin like them?"
Lu Chongfeng frowned, "What the hell is this?"
"Forget it." Zheng Xiaojun shook his head and sighed, "Then let me ask you again, have you ever experienced jealousy because of love, the kind of jealousy that causes strong malice in your heart?"
Lu Chongfeng immediately thought of Wei Yuanyang.
But don't admit it.
Otherwise, I don’t know what kind of reputation this kid will have if he spreads it out.
"No, Liang Xin and I are fine."
"I can see that." Zheng Xiaojun observed Lu Chongfeng's eyes, "You are indeed in love, but it is a one-sided love. You don't feel loved, which means... Liang Xin doesn't love you!"
"You farted!"
Lu Chongfeng stood up straight, "Liang Xin is the best to me. She thinks about me all the time and tells me everything. No matter what I become, she never despises me and is willing to go to the 11th Division with me to suffer hardships. What you said is all bullshit!"
Zheng Xiaojun "tsk tsk" twice, "There are many good women like this in the world, but love does not mean that a good person is love. Love is special, it is a crazy desire to possess, it is sweet, it is jealous, it is selfish and arrogant, it is the cultivation of the spirit, and there is a higher level of love, it is redemption, mutual redemption, does Liang Xin have such feelings for you?"
Lu Chongfeng choked for a moment, straightened his back and said: "Liang Xin has everything for me!"
Zheng Xiaojun locked the book and closed the box. "I don't believe it. Let's go to your house for dinner. I want to observe it myself."
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