MTL - Zhui Xu-v6 Chapter 1155 smoldering (5)

In southeast Fujian, when Ning Ji and the little cheap dog have embarked on a new journey, the southwestern land where he started is also in the midst of a vibrant spring.

The meaning of this spring day is not limited to the change of the four seasons that come every year, but with the initial success of the pilot project in one hundred villages last year, the wheels of land reform are running towards a wider area on the Chengdu Plain. This strange and shocking thing is whizzing past in all directions of this plain as time goes on.

In one village after another, the land reform was pushed to the predetermined position step by step. Some people were confused and doubtful, some did not believe, and then resisted. The onlookers were at first indifferent, then shocked, and then felt lost in disbelief. Some people cheered and some people wrote poems to welcome the arrival of a new era.

This new era is not a simple concept, a deafening outline. In the spring of March in Chengdu, in the field of public opinion in this spring, countless concepts are being sorted out more concretely by "new cultural people". Come out, and the fierce confrontation is more turbulent than ever before.

It was only then that people discovered that in the past ten years or so, the core members of the Huaxia Army led by Ning Yi have brought out the results of the "on paper" cultural deduction, whether it is equality or the four peoples, or such and such strange things. Humanistic assumptions have been sharpened and filled with bullets at the moment when the "land reform" officially landed. Combining the reality of this huge change, people have already begun to deduce various great future prospects, and each immature The "new cultural people" who are in the midst of the excitement, continue to enrich the specific theoretical system.

Any monotonous concept, the so-called great prospect, is actually powerless in the face of systematic Confucian theories and thousands of years of practical samples. People can clearly see the various reasons why these monotonous theories cannot be realized. Therefore, in the great discussions in the past few years, there are actually various Chinese military theory researchers who have gradually been convinced by foreign erudite Confucians. But at this moment, the theoretical framework that has been prepared for more than ten years and involves different directions begins to combine with the pace of practice, the system begins to confront the system, and the utopian theories and prospects begin to be shaped by reality.

So the strange giant began to stretch its body from the ancient land, the soil and mountains were pushed away, and the faint thunderclap spread across the field.

In the eyes of Confucian scholars and observers from all walks of life, Ning Yi, the king slayer who had been kind to others for several years, finally began to show his arrogant imagination and powerful power that overwhelmed the entire era.

If it is said that his reckless killing of the king on the Golden Palace more than ten years ago, his wild words of destroying Confucianism, and even his feat of defeating the Jurchen West Route Army in the Chengdu Plain were still within the imagination of people, so this time The implementation of "Land Reform" is really a crazy act beyond the imagination of all high-level Confucians. There will be people doing such things in history, but almost without exception, it will become a carnival with destruction but no creation. People will never do it lightly, and no matter what way they do it, it will end in collapse in a short period of time.

But this time, no.

The Huaxia Army promoted such innovations to every village on the list with an unprecedented degree of organization. It abandoned the cooperation of local villagers and sages, and reshaped the appearance of every village on the road like a razor. The old resistance, even in the process of promoting this kind of change, began to absorb new people and carry out the training and education of the four peoples' thinking, and this kind of practice began to inject realism into the "fantasy" of the past ten years or so in the public opinion centers everywhere. s life.

Small-scale confrontation and fighting are breaking out frequently. In Chengdu, countless people began to speak to the Congress of the Huaxia Army and even Ning Yi himself. Such interests-they no longer cared about the previous "incompatibility" with the Huaxia Army.

But Ning Yi stood still, and the figure displayed by his will and strength, at this moment, was shrouded in the entire southwest sky, piercing the stake of power into the ground.

The new theoretical framework will not destroy the old framework, and it cannot even be said to have the upper hand at the moment when the practice has just begun; and it is impossible to rely on the violence of the army to promote the land reform step by step and absorb new people. Within a short period of time, the huge root system of Xiangxian culture was truly destroyed. But at least at this moment, the ideas and structure of the people have been infused into the soul, the skeleton is covered with flesh and skin, its heart starts to beat, the blood circulates, and under its feet, the real life with vitality The roots have already begun to plunge into the ground, and they have really begun to compete for nutrients with the huge village sages.

Huge changes will affect every form of existence in society. In Chengdu, the confrontation between old Confucianism and new Confucianism is only a derivative wave at the cultural level. In the settlements of migrant workers, people who have lost their hometown and signed a contract of prostitution began to inquire about the possibility of settling in the southwest or joining the Huaxia Army and fighting to obtain land. This kind of anticipation and enthusiasm has set off a wave of enthusiasm. . Correspondingly, on the one hand, the various gentry around opening factories or investing in Chengdu began to worry about the changes in the situation, and on the other hand, they were already actively looking for various opportunities amid such changes.

Just like Lin Qiu, the "Lin Department" who now occupies a high position in the Ministry of Commerce, has experienced waves of corrosion in recent days.

Lin Jingmei and others, under the guidance of Li Shishi, have recently tried to make a proposal to cooperate with the land reform to absorb foreign workers as the backbone; and after two days of excitement during the Spring Festival marriage, her husband Peng Yueyun has already been dispatched by Ning Yi. Where to go to perform the task, I haven't seen him for more than two months.

Among the mansions near Mohachi, Ning Yi was so busy that he didn't even have time to write articles and scold people in the newspaper.

Landlords who have been wronged by the interests of the outside world, and old Confucians who have been knocked out of fear cannot see him now, and he has no time to respond to all kinds of individual voices. Countless data are collected in the center every day. Ning Yi is expressionless most of the time, making an image of sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, but the number of distractions has become more, and sometimes he loses his temper.

Although he does not have personal contact with old Confucians outside the world, and does not listen to complaints, Ning Yi still reads newspapers every day. For a while, he especially likes to read various "new culture people"'s outlook on reform. The various arguments discussed over the years have been continuously enriched and thrown out, and gradually this kind of newspaper will be piled on top. After reading it for a few days, he became furious and replaced the person in charge of the secretariat. Various newspaper articles slandering the land reform were taken out for a few days.

The progress of land reform has expanded from the 100 villages under his direct control to larger areas. Nearly 10,000 members are the basic members of the backbone force, and 1,000 working groups will complete the renovation of tens of thousands of villages in the southwest within two years. There is not much possibility of problems in military support, but the 1,000 This working group has begun to gradually fall out of his sight. Although overcorrection is inevitable and various deviations and problems will inevitably occur, the problems that arise in each working group may become the root cause of necrosis in the future.

After more than ten years of accumulation, we barely built a framework from the cultural level, and established a cycle of reality at the grassroots level. It is gratifying to implement it, but in the next few years, once there are major problems at the reality level, the entire reform framework will It's still possible to turn into a sandcastle on the beach. Although it is said that the seeds of thought have fallen, before it matures from the reality level, every twist and turn will still be at the cost of the annihilation of millions of people, tens of thousands of people, or even an era.

At this moment, he would actually feel fear and anxiety in his heart. Of course, on the surface, such emotions are no longer suitable for anyone to see.

Occasionally, there will be news from the outside world, such as the westward expedition of Jindi; various small actions of Dai Mengwei and Zou Xu; the advancement and changes of the Fair Party; It is regarded as entertainment, but recently it is only a general glance, and then it is thrown to the lower department, let them do things step by step, step by step.

Only occasionally when I was in a trance, I felt a lot more about "why come here".

On the Chengdu Plain in March, in addition to the gradual expansion of the pace of land reform, whether it is sunny or rainy, more realistic spring plowing is also going on. In the peaceful land, people living far away from the chaos of war are generally stable. In Wenpu County in the southwest, Tang Minjie, who was assigned here for more than half a year, experienced the most peaceful and fulfilling period of his life.

It's like a dream.

After more than half a year of work, he is now considered an old man of the 223 Agricultural Research Institute, and his daily work is still simple: collecting excrement outside Wenpu County in the early morning, and giving it to some nearby children or a few young Yexiang The women do some literacy enlightenment, and then return to the research institute near Xiaoye Village for composting, and then try to return to the manure station in Wenpu County before nightfall.

During this period, perhaps because Peng Yueyun came to talk to him a few times, or because of the impact of such a trivial matter as he opened a literacy class in the excrement station, the director of the research institute, Chen Ting asked He talked several times, tried to transfer him to a cleaner position, and thought about promoting his literacy class, but Tang Minjie refused as gently as possible.

After living for a period of time, through a friend introduced by Peng Yueyun, some newspapers in Chengdu can also be bought in Wenpu County. Tang Minjie put most of his few—but almost useless—salary expenses here. Above, through the newspapers, he can clearly see the drastic changes in the outside world, and after reading the newspapers every day, the next morning, he will read and explain various news from the outside world to the children in the literacy class.

"Knowing the world, you will become more useful people in the future."

And because of his actions, there are occasional rumors in private: the little brother who collects manure at the manure station may be some kind of big shot outside.

Of course, even if someone came to make friends, Tang Minjie, who is not teaching, did not show any characteristics of a "big man" in his communication. Although he would wash up a little when reading books and newspapers to children, most of the time He hunches his tired body slightly, and occasionally picks his bare feet in the mud and dung with his hands. Due to the long-term collection of dung, his body also emits a faint stench. It is rare for ordinary people to get along with him or talk to him for a long time. .

He Qing, the Yexiang woman who first proposed to him to teach, had shown a good impression of him for a period of time. She also made insincere words, offered to wash and mend his clothes, and once gave him a pair of cloth shoes and a few Insoles, but after Tang Minjie clearly stated the reason, the relationship between the two parties returned to a certain distance. He Qing didn't understand where Tang Minjie's resistance came from, but it was extremely difficult to understand so deeply between people, and the other party didn't have particularly good conditions, so she wouldn't be really shameless Not dry.

The spring plowing in the Southwest has already started in February, and every household is extremely busy. During this period of time, the outside world’s land reform is the most frequently mentioned word among everyone, and some landlords are full of anxiety. In mid-February, even There have been some bad conflicts and bloodbaths, and there has been a lot of trouble, but it is still far away from Tang Minjie and others.

At the end of February, a small working group split from the first hundred villages and came to a small village in the east of Wenpu County. It is said that the land reform has already started, and many Yexiang women secretly passed by. Wait and see, come back and tell Tang Minjie that the daughter-in-law of a landlord's family hanged herself and was rescued with great difficulty. In fact, the reputation of this family is not bad on weekdays...

Various pieces of information, mixed with all kinds of news from the newspapers every day, Tang Minjie felt his heart surging in the calmness, the waves of the times were warming his broken heart, he occasionally thought of those Han people in the far north Slave, their howls sounded in his head, and he would think of Chen Wenjun again, and he would think: "Madam Chen, can you know what happened here, can you feel the warmth here..." In response to him, But there is only the north wind whistling in his head.

At the beginning of March, the land reform process in the villages near Wenpu seemed to be a little violent. In Wenpu County, soldiers from the Huaxia Army went there once or twice. Of course, this kind of thing is not surprising. Not all landlords in the world are bad people. Even in many places, small landlords with bad reputations cannot survive. These things belong to structural injustice. When it develops to a relatively deep level, it can only be broken and a new cycle can be formed. The Huaxia Army did not brutally fight this land reform to the end, and arranged some regulations for redemption and negotiation. However, for some people who feel that it is not easy to accumulate land, there will of course be situations where they will not accept it no matter what, but if If they fail to agree on a fixed time, they are also very likely to be crushed to death.

Tang Minjie didn't feel much about these things.

In this way, on the evening of March 13th, when he drove the dung truck back to Wenpu County, he felt a different atmosphere. In the distance, there seems to be a commotion. The law enforcement team from the county is searching the surrounding area. There are even men with armbands on the side of the road, who are vigilantly observing the pedestrians leaving Wenpu County on the road. Some people made simple inquiries.

When passing by, I heard a conversation.

"What happened…"

"...Qiu Yuanwai from Erqing Village wounded someone with a knife. I heard that he killed the people who came down from the working group..."

"Killed someone?" Hearing these people's words, Tang Minjie frowned, and asked curiously for the first time, but he didn't get a positive answer after that. Disputes broke out, and bloodbaths broke out.

At this time the sun was setting, Tang Minjie returned to the manure collection station with the dung truck, unhitched the mule, and did a simple cleaning. When it was getting dark, another team came to search with torches on the road. After entering the door, the leader was a Huaxia Army soldier who Tang Minjie knew at a glance that he had been on the battlefield, and there was a ground guard beside him. After asking and confirming his identity, he asked if there was any special movement in the evening. Perhaps because both parties belonged to the Huaxia Army organization, when the entourage was asked to go in for a general search, they even saluted Tang Minjie and asked him if he had been to the front line.

Tang Minjie hunched over and shook his head, UU reading www. uukanshu.com said no.

A group of people searched and left.

It was almost dark at this time, Tang Minjie tied the door, then took a knife, moved a chair, and sat down on the high platform next to the dung truck, which is convenient for dumping the dung. All his movements since closing the door were silent, sitting there looking at the stars and moon in the sky, like a ghost. After a while, there was movement in the dung bucket, a figure quietly pushed open the lid of the dung bucket, poked its head out, and saw the figure sitting on the nearby chair, and his A knife hanging on the ground.

"Come out."

A weary voice sounded.

"Tell me why you shouldn't die."

This is a small episode that happened half a year after Tang Minjie returned to the Southwest...

Soon after, there will be a little movement.

Like insignificant little waves in a big era...