The next morning, the brigade's horn sounded again.
The voice of the team leader Li Guodong resounded throughout the village through the loudspeaker, asking everyone to gather at the threshing ground for a meeting.
When they heard that a meeting was going to be held, the men, women, young and old in the village put down their work and walked towards the threshing ground, and the educated youth were no exception.
A large platform was built in the threshing ground near the granary, on which were placed two wooden tables and several stools.
The announcer at the radio station was adjusting the equipment on the stage, and the tweeter hanging on the wooden pole was making a harsh "squeak...squeak..." sound.
When everyone arrived at the threshing ground, they saw at a glance the team leader, the team secretary, the old village chief standing on the podium, and the two public security comrades standing with them.
They wore blue police uniforms and the very iconic wide-brimmed hats.
Standing in the gray crowd, it looks particularly eye-catching.
When almost everyone arrived, the captain walked to the center of the podium and began his speech with a serious face.
"Fellow villagers, today we are holding a meeting in Yanshan Brigade."
The captain's loud voice came from the loudspeaker, so that everyone under the podium could hear it clearly.
"Today, those who have grievances to share, those who have grievances to share, and those who have problems to reflect can all speak out.
We have the government backing us all, and the public security comrades are there to uphold justice for everyone. You all have nothing to fear, and everyone can speak out boldly."
: "Who wants to be the first to fire...?"
After saying that, the captain and the two police comrades all looked towards the people on the threshing ground.
The villagers were seen gathering in groups of three or five, talking in low voices.
Or the two of them would gather together and whisper.
Either they just stand there quietly and keep silent, in any case, no one is willing to go up.
Time passed minute by minute. After a few minutes, a public security comrade stood up and said to the people,
"Fellow villagers, listen to me. The main purpose of holding this meeting is to help you solve your problems."
"If you encounter any problems that you can't solve, or any difficulties that you can't overcome, you can feel free to speak up and we can discuss them together."
After the public security comrade finished speaking, the scene was briefly quiet, but soon became noisy again.
They hear these polite words every year and are already familiar with them.
The two young men in front of Mu Yunxi also started their conversation while pulling each other. Their voices were neither loud nor soft, and just reached her ears.
"Dazhu, why don't you go up and say a few words?"
; "Why don't you go?"
: "I have a sore throat."
: "Oh, I'm shy."
After a few minutes, seeing that no one came up, the two public security comrades winked at the captain.
The captain understood and gestured to the lower left.
Someone immediately pulled the people who had been sent to the cowshed, and the whole family, young and old, walked up to the podium and knelt in a row in an orderly manner.
The villagers in the threshing ground were already used to it and all showed an expression of understanding.
Because everyone knows that this is the highlight of this conference.
According to the previous process, these bad elements who were sent down needed to accept criticism and education from all the poor and lower-middle peasants.
However, they were still lucky to be sent down to their Yanshan Village.
After all, the folk customs in their village are relatively simple. As for the bad elements and the stinky old nines who were sent down to the village, at most they would dislike them or stay away from them. At worst, they would just mock them with words.
But they will not insult their personalities or use physical violence against them.
You know, there are many bad elements who were sent to other villages. Every few days, they would be hung with signs and pulled out to be publicly criticized and fought against.
And every time they were pulled out, they would be tortured and humiliated in various ways, with people spitting on them, throwing feces at them, throwing stones at them, or beating them with fists and feet, leaving their heads bleeding.
Even worse, there were quite a few people who were beaten to death.
Looking at the thin figures kneeling in a row on the stage with their heads bowed.
An old man was coughing violently in fits, his face flushed and his body trembling.
An old woman and a child were quietly shedding tears.
The middle-aged man kneeling in the middle lowered his head and looked at the old man who was coughing painfully with worried eyes from time to time.
Many villagers in the audience felt uncomfortable when they saw this scene.
Most of them knew that the old man who was coughing violently on the stage was a veteran soldier who had defended his country!
He should have been a hero of the revolution, but now he has been labeled a bad element by this movement.
It's really fate!
The educated youth also had sympathy in their eyes, and some could not bear to watch it any longer, but the reality made them helpless, and they could only stand there in silence.
Sheng Zhiyi stared at the stage without blinking, his lips tightly pursed, his eyes filled with an incomprehensible dark color.
Mu Yunxi unconsciously clenched her fists. She knew that this was a meeting of criticism and struggle, and she knew that this meeting would not be pleasant.
But when she actually saw this scene, she still felt a little complicated.
: "Folk people, listen to me."
The captain's powerful voice rang out, and the surroundings instantly became quiet.
Then the captain continued his speech passionately.
"We all must firmly stand firm on our class position, obey the Party's command, and follow the Party's lead.
Long live the great proletariat...
Long live the invincible 'revolutionary' ideology..."
The team leader spoke in a loud voice and after just a few words he led the people in shouting slogans.
"Now, let's all line up and go up on stage one by one to criticize and re-educate the few 'class enemies' on stage."
"Only by allowing them to accept criticism from the masses can they avoid making further mistakes and becoming stumbling blocks to the mass movement."
After the captain finished speaking, he reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes full of forbearance.
He really didn't want to preside over this kind of criticism and struggle session, but he had to obey the leadership's arrangements and go through this process every year.
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