What I bring to you today is the life experience of a teacher during the fall included in the "Jinshan CPPCC Literature and History Newsletter No. 4", as a slave who died in the country, he escaped the devil's **, and the next life is also full of difficulties. After reading the whole article, I couldn't help but feel the strong will of the author of the letter, in the face of all kinds of blows that came repeatedly, the Japanese and traitors were not defeated, and they lived tenaciously, waiting for the day of victory in the Anti-Japanese War.
I have lived in these "eight years".
1) Senior Brother Ji Sheng:
I have been absent for more than ten years, and judging from the ** sent by you, you are already an old man with gray sideburns. How have I lived during these long years, you ask? It's hard to put into words. In a word: through hardships and ups and downs. Especially during the eight years of the Japanese invasion, I have been living a very restless life of fear and exhaustion.
In the early morning of the third day of the 10th lunar month in 1937, a thick fog covered the sky, and bursts of gunfire could be heard in the distance. I still went to school to attend classes, around 10 o'clock, enemy planes continued to circle and strafe overhead, coastal residents with the old and young, one after another fled in the direction of Ganjuan and Luxiang, in the afternoon, the atmosphere in Langxia Town was particularly tense, people were panicked, every household was packing up and preparing to flee in the afternoon, the school had been invisibly suspended, and the teachers were restless.
I went to Principal He Xiulun (who lives in District 5) who was sick at home and asked for instructions. He said: The more than 60 yuan of tuition fees received were distributed to the teachers, and a certificate was issued, and the dismissal was yes, but the weather was not beautiful, and it rained in the afternoon. In the evening, I went to the self-defense regiment with my brother, but unexpectedly, the room was empty, and I saw only a big knife hanging. He went to take it down, said that he was going to join the guard at the retreat of the nunnery, and told me to go home. When I got home, I saw that my father had prepared a small boat, but he could only carry the four members of the family, so he had to leave his belongings and take refuge in the countryside.
The next morning, I wanted to borrow another big boat to prepare to carry clothes, but suddenly there was a violent gunfire in the town below the corridor, and then the fire spread in the town, getting bigger and bigger; From a distance, I saw that the Japanese army was moving north from Li Xijing to Luxiang, and the march did not stop until 5 p.m. When we returned to the town, we saw that all the houses in the center of the town were destroyed and the ruins were smoking. The families of the victims wept bitterly.
The shops and businesses on the second floor of my house also suffered misfortune. Dongshi Shaosun Daoming's entire family of old Chinese medicine doctor was killed; Zhang Jinmu, a farmer in Zhenbei, died of a stray bullet in his wife, and his infant child was still crying in a pool of blood. The inhumane atrocities committed by the enemy have caused us to suffer extremely heavy suffering. The school was destroyed and closed, and I lost my job. The shop and house were burned down, and my parents were powerless to do business. Since then, my family has become a homeless refugee.
The Japanese invasion has put my family's life in a desperate situation, what will I do in the future? Mom and Dad cried all day long, and the whole family was immersed in an atmosphere of grief and indignation. Recalling the scene at that time, the pain is still lingering. The crimes of the Japanese invaders are really difficult to write; What happened in the future will be described in detail later. How did you do after the catastrophe? I also hope to say goodbye.
Have a nice day.
Brother Xia Pingsen on
December 5, 1947
2) Senior Brother Ji Sheng: When I received your letter, I know that you have also gone through a lot of hardships, and at that time, you and several comrades crossed mountains and mountains, traveled long distances to the sand, and went to Xi'an ....... After reading it, I was overwhelmed with emotion. I will tell you about the situation again following the letter.
1 & 2: At that time, my parents were lost due to the burning of their houses and shops, and they could not return to their old jobs. I'm out of work again. To whom do you confide in this miserable scene, and to whom do you turn to for help? Who cares? What should I do with food and shelter in the future? There is a big family problem in front of us, how to deal with it?
If you are poor, you will think about change", I must be a strong person in life. I was forced to switch to business. Dad rented a house from a relative and friend, He Qianqing, a Chinese medicine doctor, to live in temporarily; My mother borrowed some money from her mother's merchant in Xinmiao Town to start a small business, and my career as a hawker began.
It was not easy to be a small trader during the war years. At that time, prices rose three times a day, and I had to inquire about the market dynamics at any time, and I had to use my brains and try my best to barely earn a little money to maintain my life, because the capital was too small, at first I could only sell some candles, cigarettes, matches, cakes, tin foil, etc. on foot in the dry alley and outside the east gate of Pinghu (there were no Japanese at that time), and then set up a stall in the town, which was taken care of by my parents.
Running in the direction of Shanghai, they often have to be bullied by those Japanese devils and pseudo-policemen who exterminate their humanity. As I passed through the blockade posts, I was heavily guarded: the enemy often confiscated what I had worked so hard to sell, despite your forced smiles. At that time, the enemy stipulated that each person could bring 15 catties of rice, 1 catty of eggs, and a chicken (or duck) ...... into the cityYou can bring back a pound of red and white sugar, ten small boxes of cigarettes, ten small boxes of matches, and a pound of refined fruits ......, but often still get stuck, or even confiscated. Once confiscated, then even the principal and interest are over.
Being a hawker is also physically damaging. Once, when I got on the train at Songjiang Railway Station, there were people in the carriage and on the roof of the carriage, and there were also people pulling on the handlebars. I finally noticed that there was no one on the front track of the locomotive, so I pulled it up. Unexpectedly, after the train started, the wind on the opposite side became stronger and stronger, and the dust and gravel hit the face, and the wind was biting and the whole body trembled. In order to "live", only gritted his teeth, clung to the railing with his frozen hands, and endured for an hour before he arrived at Shanghai West Railway Station. At this time, the person was exhausted and could not move, and it was a long time before he had to get out of the car. It's hard to describe this situation. After two years of tossing like this, my family successively built two grass bungalows on the burned foundation of the original Hengfu Changnan Goods Store, and turned the stalls into small shops. Who would have thought what the future would bring? Please write again.
I would like to wish you well-being
Brother Pinsen on March 4, 1948
3) Brother Ji Sheng: Letter received. I know that you have asked someone to introduce you to work as a temporary laborer in a yarn factory to make a living, which is not a way to make a living. But it is said that the workers also lived like cattle and horses. The last time I talked to you about my family building two thatched huts and setting up a stall to change the shop, who would have thought that four years later, another disaster would be!
Four years later, at the age of twenty-four, I was introduced to get married. Unexpectedly, five days before the wedding date (August 28, 1941).The Japanese devils went to the Langxia area to carry out a sweep again, and the two newly built houses of my family were buried in flames. (The first burned was 36 storefronts and buildings in the area from the west of Zhongtang Bridge to Shishili Liren Lane in Zhongtang City, Langxia Town, and 74 storefronts and buildings from the east of Zhongtang Bridge to Majiahui Bridge including my home) The wedding date was approaching, and the property was looted again. According to the customs of the time, the wedding date could not be changed, and there was no choice but to borrow money from everywhere and ask someone to clean up the fire. Limited to the economy, the marriage can only be hastily settled, and even a large bed is borrowed from Mr. Ma in Shantang. In order to make a living, I had to borrow the second half of the firefighting club next door as a dormitory, and during the day, a small stall was set up in front of the firefighting club, and my parents were still doing business, and I started the hawker business again.
A year later, I finally saved some money and built two more bungalows. At that time, Langxia was a "vacuum" area, and the Kuomintang underground county ** and its affiliated guerrillas and guerrillas of various numbers often operated in the area from the south of the town to the coast, and often came to Langxia Town. As soon as the devils are gone, they come. People call Langxia Town "Yin and Yang Realm". Once, the guerrillas went to Lu Xiang and Gan Alley at night to beat the Japanese devils, and during the day the devils went down to the corridor to carry out **, because I didn't have time to get out, I was caught by the devils. The devil pointed his gun at me and asked, "Zhi Na soldier, ** I was so frightened that my soul did not possess my body, I answered the question and was beaten hard." Later, the staff of the Chamber of Commerce told the devil that he was doing business, so he had to be released. This time I simply escaped death, and I know the pain of being a slave to the country! We can't live without resisting!
The Japanese invaders harassed Langxia from time to time, and the local people suffered greatly. One day at noon, when He Guanjin, a rice seller at Ye Xie Jinhui Bridge, and I were trading cigarettes, foreign candles, and other goods, gunfire suddenly broke out in the east of the town, and people on the street immediately panicked and ran westward. The Japanese devils who fled said that they were coming from the waterway through Qianwei and were in contact with the Tianzi guerrillas stationed near Langxia Town, and then the gunfire became more and more intense, and we had to install the door panels, and the whole family, Uncle He and Father-in-law Niu Daxian of Wangmiao, took refuge in a hut by the river of my house, lying on the ground, motionless.
About three hours later, the footsteps of the devil soldiers' shoes were heard on the street amid the gunshots, which showed that the Japanese devils had entered the town. At this time, my niece was only eight months old, and she was crying non-stop. For the sake of everyone's safety, my brother and sister-in-law kept her mouth shut and didn't let her speak. The brother and sister-in-law said: I would rather die a child than save the lives of eight adults. But everyone resolutely objected, and then covered it with two quilts, so that the cry did not spread to the outside. We starved and sat in fear all night.
It wasn't until the next morning that there were the voices of the common people on the street, and everyone walked out of the hut. When I got home, I saw that the goods in the house had been loaded by the Japanese devils, and urine and feces were sprinkled in the stove. What kind of day is this, you think! The battle was fierce, the roofs of many houses in the town were knocked off, and the Chenjia cemetery in the north of the town was also hit into a big hole by shells, it is said that this time there were sixteen shirtless boats filled with Japanese devils, and many soldiers on both sides were dispatched, and later we learned that Tian Huzi's troops captured a Japanese soldier alive and was escorted to the south of Xincang.
On another occasion, at eleven o'clock in the evening, we suddenly heard Japanese devils running around in their shoes; In the second half of the night, there were gunshots in the countryside of Zhennan, and soon there were gunshots on the streets. After dawn, we heard the voices of ordinary people on the street before opening the shop, and heard that a Japanese soldier had been killed in front of the Zhangjia barber shop on West Street. Some people say that this seems to be translated by Feng, not the Japanese. It is said that last night, some Japanese searched the homes of many ordinary people in Nanwei Village. Some people say that this Feng translator was killed by Zhang Yiyi, and some people say that the Japanese killed him. Living in this harsh environment is like living for years.
Have a nice day.
Brother Pinsen on August 10, 1943.
4) Senior Brother Ji Sheng: In my last letter, I talked about the situation of the Japanese invaders sweeping under the corridor, and now I want to talk about another ** that I personally suffered.
One day in mid-April 1942, the Kuomintang guerrillas killed a puppet policeman who had gone to the countryside to extort money from the Wang puppet police station in the southeast countryside of Lüxiang Town. In the early morning, they arrived at the small market town of Wanchunqiao and burned down the few houses they had. Then turn west to the bottom of the porch.
At this time, because there was no gunshot, everyone did not mind, until they realized that they had entered the town. As they walked past the door of my shop, suddenly one of the puppet police officers ordered his men to take me away, and he said to the Japanese devils: "Oh Lige, Zhi Na soldier! "They took me to Xishijiao, and together with seven tea guests who were pulled out of the teahouse, they were handcuffed with four pairs of foreign handcuffs (I know Uncle Gu Endi from Qiubang Village, Xinmiao Township, Zhejiang). At this time, I was so frightened that I couldn't possess my body, thinking of the people who were pulled to the Luxiang gendarmerie, I heard that the military dogs were released to bite first, and then the devils pulled them out to punch and kick, and even killed, how could I stand this!
Fortunately, my parents went to the central government to ask the people of the Langxia Chamber of Commerce (also known as the maintenance association and the township office) to stuff a banknote of about one stone into the translator's bag before the interpreter interceded with the captain of the Japanese devil. The devil captain looked at our palms, paused for a moment, grunted a few more times, and then said loudly with a straight face: "Open the road, open the road!" "This situation is like yesterday.
Another time, a Japanese devil's interpreter came into the store, called me into the inner room, and said to me, "Borrow ten stone rice, and you will give it to me in three days." If you go through the guerrillas, you won't give it to me, you will arrest people; No matter how much I explained, he ignored him. It made me fidget. That night, the whole family discussed the results and thought that "walking" was the best policy. So when it was dawn, we left our parents behind and went to Shanghai to "avoid the limelight". Later, my parents gave me about two stone rice, so I didn't mention it.
Dude, in the eight years since the fall of my hometown, I have lived an inhuman life. There's a lot more to talk about, but I thought, "Stay in the green mountains, and I'm not afraid of running out of firewood." The Chinese nation is unyielding, and the backbone of the people cannot be crushed. Oppression, ** can only stir up the fire of hatred among millions of people.
In the end, the Japanese invaders were defeated miserably, and the Chinese and people's war of resistance were victorious. I was given a new lease of life and was appointed as the principal of Langxia Central Primary School, and I once again embarked on my teaching position. Please send us a lot of letters.
Good luck
Brother Pinsen on December 3, 1948.
On December 17, 1937, Japanese troops searched for Kuomintang fighters among civilians who had taken refuge in the refugee safe zone. "The History of the Showa of 100 Million People: Japan's War History (3) The Sino-Japanese War 1", Nippon Mainichi Shimbun, June 1979.
On July 30, 1937, the Japanese army occupied Tianjin. A captive was blindfolded, bound hand and foot, and tied to an iron stake, awaiting to be killed. This photo was "not permitted" to be published by the Japanese authorities because of the inhumanity of the war. "Japan's War Calendar: From the Manchurian Incident to the Pacific War 20 Years of Hidden Battlefield Photo Collection", Mainichi Shimbun, published on August 1, 1965, to commemorate the 20th anniversary of Japan's defeat.
This article is excerpted from this article** from: "The History of the Showa of 100 Million People: Japan's War History (3) The Japanese-Chinese War 1", Japan Mainichi Shimbun, June 1979 edition of "Japan's War Calendar: From the Manchurian Incident to the Pacific War Hidden 20 Years of Battlefield Photo Collection", Japan Mainichi Shimbun, August 1, 1965, published in commemoration of the 20th anniversary of Japan's defeat.
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