In the showroom of Peng's former residence in Wushi Village, Wushi Town, Xiangtan County, Hunan Province, there is a "homecoming photo" of Mr. Peng in 1958, which was preserved by Yang Fangting, Secretary of the Party Committee of Shuguang Commune, after 20 years of wind and rain. Many years later, in the face of this "homecoming photo", Yang Fangting still feels a lotIn the winter of 1958, Mr. Peng returned to his hometown to inspect the scene, which is still vivid.
In the early morning of December 16, 1958, the heavy snow stopped, and the long-lost sun reflected on the frozen earth, shining silver. This year, Yang Fangting was only 28 years old and was a busy man, at 7 o'clock in the morning at the commune ironworks, and at 8 o'clock at the construction site of the Nantian Reservoir. At this time, I saw the commune's correspondent running over out of breath, shouting from afar: "Secretary Yang! Secretary Yang! Secretary Zhou of the Provincial Party Committee called ** to find you! ”
The secretary of the provincial party committee directly called ** to find a commune secretary, of course, it is unusual, but Yang Fangting didn't think too much, because Huangjingping, the hometown of Zhou Xiaozhou, Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, is under his jurisdiction, and Secretary Zhou is looking for himself, probably because he has something to deal with at home. Yang Fangting rushed back to the commune, and Zhou Xiaozhou told Yang Fangting in ** that a ** chief was coming at about 10 o'clock in the morning. This news came really suddenly for Yang Fangting, he didn't have time to make any preparations, tightened the apron around his waist, patted the dirt on his trouser legs, and waited on the streets of Huangjingping.
Just after 10 o'clock, the road leading to Huangjingping was dusty, and a gray-blue sedan drove up, followed by a jeep. The two cars stopped almost at the same time, and Zhou Xiaozhou, secretary of the provincial party committee, was the first to jump out of the car, and then, a tall and burly stranger appeared in front of Yang Fangting. Zhou Xiaozhou hurriedly pulled Yang Fangting in front of the stranger and introduced that this was Mr. Peng。Yang Fangting has grown to 28 years old, and he has never seen such a big official, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Before Yang Fangting could slow down, Mr. Peng's giant hands were enthusiastically holding Yang Fangting's hand, and Zhou Xiaozhou's voice sounded in his ears: "This is Yang Fangting, Secretary of the Party Committee of the Commune." ”
After Mr. Peng and his entourage got out of the car, they walked straight to Zhou Xiaozhou's house, and Yang Fangting followed closely behind Zhou Xiaozhou. Along the way, Mr. Peng saw a ragged child walking on the road, he leaned down and touched the child's clothes, and asked him affectionately if he was full, was it cold? Although there are not many words, they are soaked with a sense of love. When he was about to arrive at Zhou Xiaozhou's house, Mr. Peng asked Yang Fangting, was a large landowner in Xiangxiang Township suppressed during the land reform? Yang Fangting said that it was suppressed.
After having lunch at Zhou Xiaozhou's house, Mr. Peng wanted to visit the ironworks as planned, and on the way to the ironworks, Mr. Peng pulled Yang Fangting and asked, "Are the students all concentrated in the school?" After receiving a negative answer, he said, "It's better to take care of the fine girl at home." He said all the way easily, and before he knew it, he was at the ironworks. When I first entered the factory, I don't know who bought a thousand firecrackers and put them up. Mr. Peng's face suddenly became serious, he turned his head and glared at Yang Fangting, and said, "I'm not dead yet, what firecrackers are you putting off." ”
At more than 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Peng left Huangjingping and returned to his hometown Wushi Peng's house. **Born in 1898 in a lower middle peasant family in Pengjiaweizi, a family of eight lived in several thatched huts, relying on the cultivation of palm trees, tea, fir trees, bamboo, cotton, sweet potatoes and other crops in the ** acres of barren land and mountains, barely to maintain the minimum life. When he was 10 years old, his family's livelihood was completely cut off, and he took his second brother out to work as a flower child, and then went to herd cattle for the rich farmer's family and did child labor in the coal kiln. Such an oppressed experience gave birth to the idea of fighting the rich and helping the poor and finding a way for the poor.
When he was 15 years old, ** participated in the spontaneous troubles of the hungry people and ate steaks, so he was arrested by the regimental defense bureau. The fifth uncle sold a piglet, gave *** as a travel fee, fled to Xilinwei, a subsidiary of Xiangyin County, and worked as a worker for two years. The workers, unsurprisingly, are still a group of poor people who are exploited. The so-called Dongting Lake is a Hunan rice warehouse, which is the accumulation of the blood, sweat and flesh and blood of these embankment workers. In 1916, at the age of 17, *** joined the Hunan Army and began his career as a horseman.
During his time as a soldier in the Hunan Army, ** was wanted for killing the bully landlord Ou Shengqin, returned to his hometown to farm, and was later admitted to the Hunan Army Officers' Martial Arts Hall, and returned to the Hunan Army after graduation. After that, ** also went home once, that is, his father died, he went home to mourn, and by the way, he found a doctor for Huang Gongluo, who was seriously ill with smallpox. At that time, ***, who was already the commander of the Hunan army battalion, brought back more than 600 yuan, except for a part for his younger brother, the rest was used to treat Huang Gonglue's illness and buy grain to relieve poor villagers.
In a flash, Mr. Peng has been away from his hometown for more than 30 years. He was very concerned about the people's living and production conditions, and everywhere he went, he asked about the cold and warmth, touched the old people and children's shops and covers, and tasted what they ate and drank. The area around Mr. Peng's hometown used to be a famous arid place, and drinking water had to be picked up in a pond far away.
In 1957, when there was an upsurge of water conservancy overhaul in many parts of the country, he wrote a letter to the cadres in his hometown, suggesting that the reservoir should be built in Nanmu Chong under Wushi Peak. Because when he was a child, he used to herd cattle and chop wood there, and he was impressed by the spring water in the flush. After returning to his hometown,Mr. Peng was very concerned about the construction of the reservoir, and when he learned that the construction had begun, he was very happy and immediately donated 500 yuan to show his support. When he returned to his hometown in 1961 to investigate, he also went to inspect the reservoir and suggested that the brigade organize labor to widen the dam foundation and raise fish in the reservoir, and took out another 300 yuan to buy fish fry for the brigade.
After inspecting Peng's house in Wushi, Mr. Peng returned to Huangjingping and made a special trip to the ironworks to have lunch with the workers. On that day, there were more than 30 tables on the front lawn of the factory, and each table was filled with pork, which was much more abundant than the usual meal. As soon as Mr. Peng took a bite of rice, he left the table with a bowl and went to other tables, asking the workers one by one how many meals such a meal could be eaten in a month.
Before leaving, Mr. Peng took a group photo with everyone and left this precious "homecoming photo". This ** was stored by Yang Fangting in Changsha's sister's house, and later it was taken back, wrapped in layers of oilcloth and plastic film, and placed under the eaves of the thatched house of the pig buildingIn this way, winter went to spring for more than ten years, and it was finally well preserved.
When he left his hometown, the villagers of Wushi Peng's family secretly sent a jar of honey to Mr. Peng, and after he returned to Beijing to learn about it, he immediately sent money to the production team and wrote a letter, saying:
"When I returned to my place in Beijing, a few weeks later, I found out that you had given me a porcelain jar of honey. This is the fruit of the labor of all the people of the Wushi Brigade. I have not contributed much to the Chinese people and my neighbors, and I am deeply ashamed of it. It is planned to return the original item, and it is inconvenient to post, about 30 yuan, please check and hand it over to the brigade to put it into sideline production. ”In December 1961, Mr. Peng returned to Xiangtan again to conduct rural investigations. In the cold winter, Mr. Peng wore a set of old green serge cotton clothes and pants with a few patches on the cuffs. Seeing that he was a little chilly, the entourage asked, "Your old man is dressed so plainly and thinly, how much warmth is there?" Mr. Peng smiled and said: "You still think I'm wearing badly, what's wrong with this, I meet with foreign friends, don't I also wear this suit!" What you're wearing is the same as I want it to be, isn't it the same? After listening to Mr. Peng's words, the entourage was quite embarrassed, and said embarrassedly: "You are nearly 40 years older than me, of course you are an old man who is afraid of the cold, and I am also cold now, and I want to ask for leave to get clothes to wear tomorrow afternoon!" ”
On December 14, Mr. Peng had lunch at the Heling Brigade, where rice and sweet potatoes were prepared. Mr. Peng doesn't eat rice, he specializes in stewed sweet potatoes, and the cadres of the brigade know that he is trying to save fine grains, so he proposes not to let his old people eat sweet potatoes, he said with a smile: "This is still a high-end lunch!" It's not easy for me to eat in Beijing. ”
After lunch, Mr. Peng walked into the home of an old man who was a tenant peasant. Mr. Peng smiled and asked, "What is your old man's surname?" When the old man saw a senior official arrive at home, he said with a spring breeze on his face: "My surname is Li." Mr. Peng said humorously"Wow! Your surname is Li, my surname is Luo, and you and I are donkey mule (Hunan dialect donkey Li homonym), we are all family! ”In order not to alarm the masses, Mr. Peng claimed to be surnamed Luo.
Mr. Peng asked again: "How old are you?" Old man Li said he was 66 years old. Mr. Peng said: "I am 63 years old, and you and I are good brothers. The old man laughed, wrinkled layer upon layer, and hurriedly invited the guests into the house to sit. Entering the door of Old Man Li's house, Mr. Peng looked at each room and utensils, asked and asked, as meticulous as inspecting the terrain and directing operations on the battlefield. Some of the old-fashioned farm tools are very familiar to Mr. Peng, exactly the same ones he used when he was a child when he ignored his hometown.
Sitting in the hall, Mr. Peng, Mr. Li and his family chatted more and more, asking long and short questions, asking questions about the cold and warmth, and talking and laughing. Old man Li suddenly asked"The rumors outside have been turned up, saying that Marshal Peng has entered the township, do you know the rank? ”Mr. Peng took the old man's words and said very tightly"I'm Marshal Peng and I've entered the township, isn't it the same as everyone? Ordinary people! ”The old man was embarrassed and said, "I am really blind." Mr. Peng smiled and said, "It's not that I'm blind, I'm serious." I was born as a firewood stick since I was a child, and ordinary people, like you, are farmers, and live under Wushi Village. As I said at the beginning, I'm a family with you!That's right. There will be more opportunities to meet in the future, and I will go to the upper house to have a look, so as not to delay you. After speaking, he said goodbye to the Li family.
Mr. Peng strode all the way, and after seeing this house and leaving that house, he was in good spirits. Sometimes while walking and joking, when walking in front of a house, Mr. Peng said a piece of Xiangtan dialect to his entourage: "Go to the east house, string the west house, the days are haha!"Walk around during the day and mend your crotch at night!After speaking, he was afraid that everyone would not understand, so he also explained: "Go to the east house, and the west house is to carry a 'bamboo braincase'." 'Bamboo braincase' is a hexagram for feudal superstition. The one who carries the bamboo skull is the one who makes the big hexagram. In the old society, this kind of person carried a bag and exchanged a little money and rice to make ends meet. Everyone laughed.
Walking to a big house pond, Mr. Peng led everyone into a horizontal house, which happened to be a kitchen, and the lid on the stove was very tight, Mr. Peng opened the lid of the pot, only to see that there was most of the pot of black and green paste. The guard Jing Xizhen was from the north, and he couldn't figure out what it was, so he dug up with a spatula and tasted it. Mr. Peng stared at his demeanor and asked, "How is it?"Jing Xizhen said: "It is a mushy soup, with a grassy color and a bitter taste." Mr. Peng asked the owner carefully, only to know that it was fine bran, vegetables and edible weeds. He suddenly felt heavy and sad, and left the house.
Back at his place of residence, he held a general meeting of members, and he said:"I begged for food, I was hungry, but that was the old society. Now that we are the masters of our own house, we should seize the opportunity to open up the wasteland to grow grain, produce to save ourselves, and turn the poor team into a rich team, and no one should go hungry anymore. ”
Peng Lao is always the son of a farmer, and he has a sense of nostalgia for his homeland, and he is also very sad to see the villagers living a hard life. In order to help the masses solve the problem of food and clothing, he led his nephew and the guards to overcome obstacles and cultivate land in Huangni Daping, where the peasant rebel army trained and practiced martial arts. In his hometown for more than a month, Mr. Peng received more than 2,000 visitors, went deep into more than 10 brigades in 7 communes to do investigations, and wrote down 5 investigation reports, including "Investigation Materials of Wushi Brigade of Wushi Commune", "Jinxing Brigade of Wushi Commune in Xiangtan County has increased production in an all-round way this year", "Craftsmanship workers of Jinxing, Xinping and Wushi Brigades of Wushi Commune in Xiangtan County", "Huangjingping Market in Huashi District, Xiangtan County" and other 5 investigation reports. In the reception room of that guest house, there was no stove, let alone heating equipment, and Mr. Peng, who was over the age of six, was once sick due to fatigue, but he never wavered.
During his return to his hometown, Mr. Peng once told many people about itHe wants to be a farmer in his hometown and work 100 days a year for the production team. He also has the idea of returning to his hometown to raise ducks, and discussed this plan with Yan Ruilin, secretary of the party branch of the Wushi Brigade, and wanted to ask the brigade helpers to build a few houses. He even wanted to charter a production team, he said: "Give me a brigade or production team, and I can make a military order for three years." ”
Due to various reasons, Mr. Peng's desire to return to his hometown to participate in production and labor could not be realized, so he proposed to use money to work instead of work, investing 100 yuan a year. From 1962 to 1964, Mr. Peng sent 100 yuan every year. In 1965, he went to the "third line" in the southwest, and the sending of money was interrupted. In 1979, in accordance with Mr. Peng's wishes, Pu Anxiu paid 1,000 yuan of investment money for the 10 years before his death.
When Mr. Peng was seriously ill, he once said to his nephews and nieces: "After I die, send my ashes home, and plant a fruit tree on it, and the ashes can be used as fertilizer to repay my hometown." On October 24, 1998, on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of Mr. Peng's birth, the memorial hall was officially opened to the public, and the bronze statue of the first stood on the Crouching Tiger Mountain under the Wushi Peak. The son of the people *** returned to the homeland where he was born and raised, and returned to the people of his homeland.