Jiang Dachuan was lying on a stretcher and was carried over.
Coming with him were all the members of the Jiang family, including Jiang Aiguo and Jiang Aidang. There were no classes at school that day, and they didn't know that their mother not only ran away but also sued their father. When they saw Jiang Dachuan being carried out, they followed him over.
The wound on Jiang Yilu's buttocks has healed. At least the old man Jiang and his wife have not discovered that their grandson was beaten, and no one in the family mentioned it. Gu Dongmei was relieved.
At this time, Jiang Yilu was pulled by his second sister and followed everyone to the brigade headquarters, observing Jiang Dachuan's expression as he walked.
The clothes Jiang Dachuan is wearing now are all altered clothes of Jiang Dahai and Old Man Jiang. All the cotton-padded jackets and coats he left at home, as long as they are slightly better, have been collected by Fan Xiaojuan. I don't know whether she gave them to her father or her two brothers.
Jiang Dachuan should have known that the other party had bad intentions, but his pale and thin face was silent, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered as if he had already accepted it. Jiang Yiliu was a little confused. Did he just give up? The second uncle he knew was not such an easy person to get rid of. Fan Xiaojuan dared to do this to him, so he had to at least tear a piece of meat off Fan Xiaojuan.
Jiang Yilu didn't believe that Fan Xiaojuan didn't know about his stealing of grain. Even if he was to be convicted, Fan Xiaojuan should be implicated.
Because of Jiang Dachuan, the Jiang family was the last to arrive. When they arrived at the brigade headquarters, almost all the villagers had arrived, about one or two hundred people. All those who were working had returned from the fields. There were also the elderly and children, all sitting around in the open space of the brigade headquarters. There was a row of tables right above the venue, and those seats were reserved for the leaders of the Revolutionary Committee.
Fan Xiaojuan had also arrived, accompanied by several men from the Fan family and her eldest sister-in-law Lu Hui. Jiang Dachuan's eyes flashed a hint of obscurity when he passed by Fan Xiaojuan, and then stopped at Fan Xiaojuan's eldest brother Fan Xiaohui.
The brand new cotton-padded jacket Fan Xiaohui was wearing was his. It was made before his family had a falling out with the old house. Jiang Dachuan treasured this coat very much. Since the family's conditions became worse, he never wore a new piece of clothing. The coat was well preserved. He would only take it out of the camphorwood box and wear it for a few days during the Chinese New Year. Therefore, even after so many years, it still looked like new.
There was a hint of sarcasm in Jiang Dachuan's eyes, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Fan Xiaojuan was completely cold.
"Those are our father's clothes. Why are they on my uncle?" Jiang Dachuan and his brother Jiang Aiguo certainly recognized Jiang Dachuan's clothes. Jiang Aidang pointed in the direction of Fan Xiaohui and asked curiously.
"And mom, is she back to see us?" Jiang Aidang was not as mature as his brother. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He pulled Jiang Aiguo's clothes and asked.
"She is not our mother. Our mother is dead. From now on, we only have our father." Jiang Aiguo paused, looked at the people around him, and added: "There are also grandparents, uncles and aunts."
It is not known whether this additional sentence was sincere or not, but it made all the people he mentioned feel more comfortable. Jiang Yilu at the side could not help but look at him a few more times.
Jiang Aidang obviously didn't understand what his brother meant. His mother was clearly right in front of him, so how could she be dead? He just looked at his elder brother and father's unhappy faces, moved his lips, and said nothing more.
As soon as Jiang Dachuan arrived, he was dragged to the front of the tables and chairs in the brigade headquarters by several people from the Revolutionary Committee, along with the cart he was sitting on. Fan Xiaojuan and the Fan family sat on his right side.
The rest of the Jiang family was taken to the area where the villagers were sitting. Jiang Aiguo wanted to run to his father, but Jiang Dahai held his hands tightly to prevent him from moving. Those people would not let him go just because he was a child.
Fan Xiaojuan looked at the expressionless man beside her and her son who was looking at her with hostility in the distance. She twisted her buttocks uncomfortably in her chair, not daring to look at them again.
"It's okay. Think about the future. It has come to this. Do you think the Jiang family will forgive you?" Lu Hui patted her hands and comforted her.
Fan Xiaojuan looked at her sister-in-law sitting next to her, took a deep breath, and threw away the last bit of guilt she had. Her sister-in-law was right, if a person doesn't work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. She was still young and didn't want to be held back by that group of people.
After everyone was present, Mo Dashuan led several leaders out of the house. At his signal, the villagers applauded warmly to welcome the leaders.
The man in a military coat who was at the head glanced at Mo Dashuan and was very satisfied with his actions. He straightened his chest, held his head high and sat in the middle seat. After he sat down, others started to take their seats.
The villagers had never seen such a scene before and were talking about it. The villagers sitting near the Jiang family asked them curiously, why Jiang Dachuan and Fan Xiaojuan sat in the front seat, and what were those leaders here for?
The Jiang family was anxious and had no mood to answer their questions, so they could only answer vaguely.
Jun Da Yi didn't say much nonsense and went straight to the point, explaining his background. Only then did the villagers know that Fan Xiaojuan not only moved all the things in the house away, but also sued her own husband.
This kind of thing seemed to be commonplace in that era, but in Qingshan Village, a relatively closed small village, it was the first time. In the eyes of the villagers, Fan Xiaojuan must have cow dung in her head. How could a normal woman do such a thing?
If you dislike a man's lame leg, just don't live with him. Others may say a few words about you behind your back at most, but what can they do to you? But what she did was to force Jiang Dachuan to death.
Moreover, Jiang Dachuan was given the title of a labor camp prisoner, so both Jiang Aiguo and his brother would be implicated. Whether they wanted to be workers or soldiers in the future, they would not be able to pass the political review, and the future of the two children was ruined.
How could there be such a cruel mother in the world? Now, all the villagers looked at Fan Xiaojuan differently. Even the wives who had also married from Xiaoqiu Village were looked at with strange eyes, as if they would be the next Fan Xiaojuan.
Fan Xiaojuan felt like she had a thorn in her side, and she told everyone the reason why she accused Jiang Dachuan, which was the scene that many villagers had seen that night.
After Fan Xiaojuan finished speaking, she pointed to several villagers who were present that day and asked them to help testify.
All the villagers whose names were mentioned by Fan Xiaojuan were cursing in their hearts. Not only would such a thing offend people, but it would also bring no benefits. The people in the Revolutionary Committee said that if they were found to have given false testimony, they would be charged with accomplices. Even if they sympathized with Jiang Dachuan, they could not joke about their own safety. They could only hesitantly tell the story of what happened that day.
"Very good. With so many members testifying, Jiang Dachuan's guilt can be basically confirmed. Jiang Dachuan, do you have any objection you want to make?"
Jun Dacoat took a sip of hot tea and asked Jiang Dachuan with a smile.
Fan Xiaojuan's back was straight, her body was stiff, and she didn't dare to look to the side.
Jiang Dachuan was silent for a long time: "I plead guilty and accept the punishment from the organization."
Jun Dayi was very satisfied with Jiang Dachuan's cooperation. He nodded and said, "I have a general understanding of this matter. Let's go back and discuss with the Party Committee to see how to deal with Jiang Dachuan. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be sentenced to five years of labor reform. In view of Jiang Dachuan's good attitude in admitting his mistakes, I will discuss with the organization to reduce the punishment. During this period, Jiang Dachuan will stay in the village to recuperate. Once his injuries are healed, the organization's verdict will be made."
Five years of forced labor. When the villagers at the scene heard this, they were shocked. It was just a few sweet potatoes, but he was sentenced to so many years. When the villagers thought about their own children going to the rice fields to pick up rice ears after each harvest, and going to the sweet potato fields to dig out the small sweet potatoes that were not dug clean, they immediately panicked and thought that they must never let their children do this in the future.
In this era, the law was not perfect, and Yuchuan County did not have an independent judicial institution. Many cases were decided by the Party Committee, the government and the court. This is why Jun Daiyi said he would go back and discuss with the Party Committee. The Revolutionary Committee alone could not determine Jiang Dachuan's guilt.
Jiang Yiliu was very surprised. Why didn't Jiang Dachuan get involved with Fan Xiaojuan? Did he still have that woman in his heart? This was totally inconsistent with his second uncle's temperament.
Jiang Aiguo's eyes were red, and he wanted to rush forward many times, but was pulled back by Jiang Dahai. Jiang Aiguo covered his mouth with his hand, and his teeth bit hard on Jiang Dahai's palm. Jiang Dahai also gritted his teeth and endured it.
Finally, Jiang Yiliu couldn't stand it anymore and whispered in Jiang Aiguo's ear: "If you want to make it harder for your dad, just go up."
After Jiang Yilu finished speaking, Jiang Aiguo's struggling slowed down. Jiang Dahai slowly loosened his hands, looked at the deep teeth marks on his palms, and sighed.
Jiang Aiguo held his head, buried his face in his knees, and his shoulders trembled. Jiang Aidan looked at his father in the distance, then at his elder brother, tears welling up in his eyes.
Even Jiang Erni, who had the worst relationship with the two brothers, stopped mocking them and looked at the two brothers with a hint of sympathy in her eyes.
The people from the Revolutionary Committee came and went in a hurry. Before they left, Mo Dashuan gave the leader, Jun Dayi, two fat hens as a thank you gift for the leader's visit and guidance. Judging from Jun Dayi's expression, he must be very satisfied.
That night, Old Man Jiang asked his wife to fetch two hens from their yard and send them to Mo Dashuan. He understood that Mo Dashuan's action was just to make those people be lighter on Jiang Dachuan.
In this matter, Old Mrs. Miao did not feel sorry at all. She caught two of the fattest hens and sent them to the Mo family.
Fan Xiaojuan and her group were in a very awkward situation when they left. When they passed the grove outside the village, they were hit by a dung ball thrown from somewhere, and their clean and decent clothes immediately became stinking. When they ran over, the person had already run away, and they had no idea who had done it. They could only blame each other and hurried away as if they were running for their lives.
That night, when everyone was having dinner, Jiang Aiguo sat alone in the yard. No matter how everyone called him, he ignored them. Even Jiang Dachuan's words were of no use.
Old Mrs. Miao had no choice but to leave two steamed buns for him to simmer with the remaining fire on the stove, and let him take them when he wanted to eat. After a few days of this incident, everyone was in a very heavy mood, and no one was in the mood to comfort a child.
The night comes very early in winter, and before long, it is pitch black outside.
Jiang Yilu looked through the window at Jiang Aiguo who was still curled up in the yard. He was silent for a while, put on his coat, went to the kitchen, put two still warm steamed buns in his coat, and walked out.
"Your father is leaving, and Jiang Aidang only has you as his brother. You must not starve yourself to death." After saying that, she stuffed the steamed bun into his hand.
"Do you know how much I hate you?" Jiang Aiguo raised his head, his red and swollen eyes faintly visible in the moonlight, and he spoke to Jiang Yilu in a hoarse voice.
"What a coincidence, I don't like you either." Jiang Yilu smiled, his big white teeth shining in the dark.
Jiang Aiguo left Jiang Yiluo's back as he walked into the house, and looked at the steamed bun with residual warmth in his hand. With an inexplicable expression, he stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and started eating it in big mouthfuls.
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