Visit the Bamboo Forest guerrilla base.
I've long wanted to go to the bamboo forest base to have a look. The bamboo grove is about six miles from my home. When I was a child, forty or fifty years ago, I went to ask for my father's salary once, when I was in my teens, and I went with my brother. My brother is only two years older than me, and his parents are not at ease when he goes all the way alone and passes through a long ravine. The two of us walked for a long time before we arrived at the bamboo forest, and we found the first house on the mountain pass, which was a three-room mud house. When I saw the master, I asked for five dollars in wages, and then I came back. Since then, I have never been.
A few years ago, I heard that this place had become a red base, to commemorate the guerrillas who were stationed here in those years and contributed to the liberation of Jiangshan City in 1949. Therefore, I have always wanted to have a chance to see it and have the mood to revisit the old place. In fact, I have long forgotten what this village looked like - when I went there as a child, I turned around and came back in less than a few minutes.
Today, January 29th, the sky is drizzling, and the cold of winter and the spring contained in it make people feel happy. I thought, I might as well go in the rain. So I held up an umbrella and slowly walked towards the bamboo forest. Ascend the ridge first, this "ridge" should be "ridge", which is the recess between the two mountains. Although it is a hill, it has to go up a very steep and high hill, but fortunately there is a cultivated road, and it winds up about two miles. The hill has been dug deep to reduce the difficulty of going up. After the gang, the mountain row is the abandoned village ridge. The ancient trees are sky, the forests are lush, and there is no trace of the village anymore. However, from these ancient trees and bamboo forests, it can be guessed that there is some flat land here, which is the home or dry land of the past.
Without further ado, walking down along Linggang Village, there is a large valley with very high mountains on both sides, a small mountain river in the middle, and some small paddy fields, which have long been abandoned and no one has planted them. The mechanized road has been extending forward at the foot of the mountain, and the original small flat land has been occupied by the road surface, or some fields have also been filled in a lot; Anyway, the road is important, and no one cares about the field. The road is much easier to walk, you can drive, of course, the chassis should be higher before the car can be driven. At that time, there were only a few small roads here, and the transportation of grain and firewood was carried on the shoulder.
The valley was deserted, there was no one, and there could be no one, even when the weather was nice. There are mountains on both sides, and the top of the mountain is not visible. The rain and fog were shrouded and dripping. Often the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no road, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. There are no villages, but there are occasionally one or two abandoned earthen houses.
I finally saw a village, which was really a village. Facing the river, there is a row of corridors. Then there's a new-style house, which is obviously a memorial. The first old house on the col was almost the same one I had seen more than forty years ago.
Could it be that this is the office of the base back then? Would love to ask the locals. Beside her, an old woman was wearing a quilt and was bored in the light rain, looking at the sky. I accosted her and said, "There are very few people in this place," and my grandmother said, "It's very few, and people have moved out now." You see this place is very poor, and it is still mud houses. "She asked me if I was a ** person, and I said I was from Hasaka. Just ask me who my father is? When she heard it, she said, "I knew, I used to work here, and pointed to room 16, saying that this house was built by your father, and the daughter of the house used to worship your father as her godfather." I said I hadn't heard of a godsister here. When I asked again, I realized that this house was built by my uncle, and the daughter of the owner of this house used to worship my uncle as her godfather. Whether it's my father's house or my uncle's house, it's been thirty or forty years, and it's exciting to see the house they built with their own hands and keep it here. People and things are here!
After chatting a few words, I wanted to leave, but the old grandmother said if I wanted to go to her house to see, I said that was good, so I followed her, passing by an old and dilapidated big house, she said that these houses are also her family's, the big house of the ancestors. When I arrived at her house, it was a common three-room two-room hall with a patio. At this time, an old man was in a daze there, and when he saw a guest coming, he came to greet him. I introduced myself and said that I was from Hasaka, and the old man said that the Xie family had a Fengxiang's mother who was his aunt. Oh, I said, it's a relative, and when it comes to generation, I should call it the old man's grandfather, although he looks like he is only 80 years old, but the generation is like this. It turns out that our Xie family has several uncles who often come here to pay New Year's greetings, but they haven't moved around much for more than 10 years. He also said that his brother-in-law was the "mouse" of the Li family, and the daughter of the "mouse" was the mother-in-law of my uncle's daughter; This reinforces another layer of kinship. In the countryside, there are always more than four or five generations of relatives between neighboring villages. The people of this Zhuzilin Village are all a family, surnamed Wang, and the old people are a generation. It's almost noon, I'm leaving, the old man politely said, stay here to eat. I was worried that it would be inconvenient for them to cook, so I said I wouldn't keep it, but they were very polite, so I thought it would be better to stay and eat. He also said, don't be afraid that there is no food, you can't buy anything here; Rice is available. I said that it would be good if I had food and vegetables. I excused myself to go outside first, meaning that I wanted to see the village, but I hadn't taken a good look at the village yet; I also want to find a consignment store to send a little milk to the elderly or something, I'm embarrassed to eat other people's food for nothing.
In this place to find the bus, get our Hayasaka village, five or six miles away; There is also another direction, that is, to reach the village of Zhan, which is about five or six miles away. Therefore, the traffic is extremely inconvenient. It's really a deep mountain and old forest. To the east of the village was a hill several miles long from Linggang, until it reached the village, when suddenly a mountain blocked the river, and forced the river to turn north and then go west around the mountain; The mountain that blocked the water had a col on which there were several families. The first one was the residence borrowed by the underground party back then. And there was a hill on the south side, from which a slightly smaller river flowed; But the hill went inward, and several more hills branched out in the depths. There are many ravines in the hills. In this way, there are several mountains and rivers that can haunt, the mountain roads are complex and changeable, and the rivers are also miscellaneous and sometimes hidden. If you are a local, it is easy to retreat from here to another place; If you weren't a local, you wouldn't know where to run if you wanted to. I remember the god of war, General Su Yuda, it is said that he has been to this village or the surrounding area, and there is a principle of finding a place to live: there must be seven or eight mountain roads to walk, and three or five small rivers can be passed, and this place is indeed the chosen place. Really a good place!
When I arrived at the memorial hall again, there was no one in the hall, and the door was open, so I pushed the door and entered. It's a two-story building, upstairs and downstairs are placed with commemorative materials, I found the light switch by myself, and browsed it. Looking for a consignment store, I can't find it all over; There should be no business, and no one will open a store.
I returned to the old man's house, and the eggs were cooked at home. Poured me a little wine, and I was not welcome, the weather was cold, and it was good to eat a little to protect against the cold. The dishes are not said, the old man has already said that he doesn't have to go home, haha. After drinking and eating, the body is very warm. At this time, the nephew next door to the old man's house paced over and chatted. There are very few people in this village anymore, and the old man said that he couldn't get together a table for dinner, and this nephew stayed at home, so he could only come over to find someone to say a few words if he had nothing to do; It's also not easy to find someone to talk to. It was not too early, so I took my leave; I'm sorry I didn't buy anything, but luckily I found a spare banknote on my body, so I thanked him.
This village is indeed a suitable place for garrisons, but also suitable for seclusion. In the future, if you are idle in your hometown, you can often come here to walk, start early, and go back and forth in half a day, just right.