Shu Xing's anecdotes.

Late at night in the winter of 1928, the north wind, which had been blowing for an afternoon, gradually weakened, and the ensuing "snow" rattled the tiles in Ji 'an City, Jiangxi Province. People have already rested, and the darkness that was originally opaque has a little "snow light" for a while. By this dim light, I saw several bodies lying in the Zhongshan field, and the air was full of blood. Everyone in the city knows that it was a member of the suburban agricultural association who was killed by the Kuomintang that afternoon. Yukiko stopped. A figure suddenly flashed out of an alley near the dead silence of Zhongshan Field. He looked around with wary eyes. After a while, he took something out of his armpit and quickly wiped it on the wall. Turning around, he pricked up his ears and listened for a moment, and then he was busy ... Suddenly, his broken pants were pulled. He was surprised! Staring at it, I saw a wild dog with a hungry belly. He squatted down and touched a stone, and the dog hit it. Immediately, the wild dog "barked" and ran away with its tail clamped, hiding in the distance and barking. The black shadow quickly flashed into the alley and disappeared into the vast darkness ...

At dawn the next day, the whole cousin of Ji 'an City couldn't help but tell each other with joy: "Have you seen it? Zhongshan Field has posted the slogan of the Red Army. " "* * * production party is really bold. Kill during the day and come at night. " "This world is still Zhu Mao Peng Huang sooner or later."

There are a group of young people around the Zhongshan Stadium, and slogans in red and white paper are posted on the wall. The red paper says "Long live the Red Army!" White paper says: "Fight local tyrants and divide fields!" "Workers to work, will support the Soviet union! ..... Soon, the Kuomintang soldiers guarding the city came running with guns, violently dispersing the crowd and tearing up slogans in a panic. I was so busy that suddenly, someone in the crowd said, "Jiuqu Lane also has the slogan of the Red Army." After listening, people quietly rushed to the cross street of Jiuqu Lane.

The Kuomintang soldiers guarding the city were very busy this day, because the Red Army slogans were found not only in Zhongshan Field, Jiuqu Lane, but also in front of docks, streets and ditches. The slogan of the Red Army in the city was finally finished, and Xingqiao and Zhangshan came to report that they also found the slogan of the Red Army there. When the leader of the enemy guarding the city heard the news, he was scared to death.

Red Army slogans give great confidence and strength to the people in the white terror. Although at that time, under Chiang Kai-shek's massacre policy of "killing a thousand people by mistake and not letting one person go", Zhongshan Field killed people almost every day, but the revolutionary * * * producers couldn't stop cutting and killing. Not only did the Red Army slogan often appear in Ji 'an City, but a "Ruyanfang Guerrilla" was also active in Wanfu and Oilfield areas of Ji 'an County, often attacking Kuomintang soldiers and returning home groups, and the enemy guarding the city was helpless. What annoys the enemy bandit leader even more is the "poster man" who has come and gone without a trace. This person always goes unnoticed, posting a few in East Village and a few in West Street; Come on the first day, come on the fifteenth day. In the past year, the enemy and bandits have been disturbed, but there is nothing they can do.

who is the poster man who is fighting under the eyes of the enemy? Not to mention the enemy bandits, even the citizens of Ji 'an City and the old-timers in the suburbs can't figure out who they are, so that some superstitious people suspect that they are "the ghost of the production party killed in Zhongshan Field." Just then, on a cold night, a black shadow flashed through a broken pavilion in Changtang Township. It turned out that this man met several "jackals" with blue eyes in Qianshan. He quickly touched the pavilion, posted three slogans, and when he moved to post the fourth one, he suddenly tripped over something. He fell with a splash, touched his hands, and was a living person at his feet. I couldn't get away for a while, and after a while, it began to dawn. The two rolled together, and the slogans on the ground and the paste made of glutinous rice flour were all scattered all over the floor. It was a beggar mute from a neighboring village who stepped on the pain. Both sides were familiar. "Shit, it's exposed." Seeing the signs on the wall and underground, the beggar-mute naturally guessed the purpose of the newcomer, and "well, yeah" lifted the bamboo rice pot and trotted out of the pavilion. Not far away, I met an old man who went to the field, and the beggar's mute "Yi Yi Ya" stretched out five fingers. The "poster man" immediately sneaked into the field. It turns out that he is the epigenetic "five slang" of Qiaonan Village in Changtang Township. "Wuli" is a cowboy who doesn't know a word. How could he come out and put up the slogan of the Red Army? We have to make a long story short. Wuli was born in December of the lunar calendar in 191, and his father Hu Zhongshun gave him a big name "Hu Yuanshao". Because he ranked fifth among 1 brothers and sisters, he was nicknamed Wuli. When Hu Yuanshao later joined the Red Army, he was renamed Hu Xiqing to commemorate his rebirth. After the "Xi 'an Incident", he went to work in Xi 'an with Vice Chairman Zhou Enlai. In order to adapt to the new struggle environment, he changed his name to "Shu Xing", which he used all his life.

After the failure of the Great Revolution, party member, an underground student who studied at Huangpu Military Academy, came to Qiaonan Private School as the principal. President Luo saw that Shu Xing was born in a poor family, with a sense of justice and boldness, so he took the initiative to recruit him to work for the Party. These slogans are all written by President Luo, and Shu Xing will take them to urban and rural areas for posting. On this day, Shu Xing came back and immediately reported to President Luo. The alert principal Luo immediately ordered: "The enemy will pay attention to you soon. You must move quickly. " Shu Xing also knows in his heart: ever since he started revolutionary work with President Luo, his head has been on his waist, and he is a murderous Kuomintang gangster. Once he smells the smell, the consequences will be certain. At this point, he recalled many times to Zhongshan field reconnaissance, witnessed a * * * party member, members of the ja, red guards were brutally killed by the enemy. "Where to?" Shu Xing asked. "Go join the guerrillas." At that time, there was a "Ruyanfang Guerrilla" in Ruhang, Yanfu and Fangdun, so Shu Xing decided to leave his native land.

it takes several days to find guerrillas from the south of the bridge and climb mountains and mountains, and you always have to eat some food on the way. Shu Xing is penniless. What shall we do? He had a brainwave and turned to his aunt's house in Baizhushan to borrow money. When I came to Baizhushan, my aunt asked the thin nephew with concern, "Why do you borrow money?" "Go to grandma's temple and sell some pancakes to buy." He told a lie against his will. Knowing that others were honest, my aunt lent him three pieces of silver to "make capital." Holding these three pieces of Yinyang, facing the moon buds of Xishan Mountain and stepping on the mountain path covered with dew, Shu Xing hurried towards the oil field. He hummed a tune and his heart was full of joy for a new life ... One day in March 193, under a green hill on the outskirts of Anfu County under Jinggangshan, a deep pit with a height of more than one person was dug; The reddish loess has just been dug out and piled on one side, and the sun is still steaming. Next to the deep pit, there is a cedar longevity tree with black paint; A flat thick straw rope is tied to the longevity tree. The heavy digging sound faded, and the solemn-looking "Eight Immortals" whispered sullenly: "It's deep enough. Bury it. "

Several people silently dropped their tools, came to the Black Shoumu and slowly carried it to the grave. The nearby stream seems to be sobbing for the heroic spirit in Shoumu, and the leaves blown off by the mountain wind are like "paper money" thrown by the deceased who has no relatives crying ... Just at the edge, a guerrilla in casual clothes cried and ran: "Stop it! Stop it! " The "Eight Immortals" were surprised, looked at each other for a while, and put down the black lacquer shoumu in unison. "Stop. Stop. " People stumbled, tears streaming down their faces. An old cousin in the Eight Immortals recognized the bearer and said softly, "It's his mother's uncle. It is Lao Yu, a scout of the Ruyanfang guerrillas. " "Cousin, please open Shoumu and let our uncles and nephews see each other for the last time." Lao Yu clung to the thick straw rope and begged. "open it? ！” The "Eight Immortals" couldn't help but be surprised. "People are dead, there is something to see." "God, the coffin nail is a half-foot angular nail that we asked the blacksmith to play specially. It makes me sweat all over when I hit it. This is pulled out ..." "But my conscience is' glorious' at a young age. Besides, they are also fighting for the poor. Mother and nephew, flesh and blood ... ""Please open it. I didn't want to see him ... "Yu career. Lying in Shoumu, ready for burial, was a young soldier who had joined the guerrillas for a short time. When he attacked Anfu county with the troops in the morning, he was shot in the chest and bled profusely, and fell in a pool of blood on the spot. The stretcher team rescued him from the line of fire and carried him to the village head tree in the suburbs without breathing. Helpless, the local Red Guards comrades broke into the escaped landlord's house and carried a first-class longevity wood to restrain the remains of the "martyrs".

several "Eight Immortals" were moved by Lao Yu's true feelings, so they sent people home to get big iron tongs and hammers. Several people pried and pulled them out, and the big men were panting and sweating. Finally, the three-inch thick Shoumu cover was cracked in several places before the heavy Shoumu was pried open.

In Shoumuli, the pale epigenetic lay there peacefully. The military uniform on the chest also saw a bullet hole charred by fire, and the military uniform was printed with pieces of bright red blood. It's just that the white forehead is still bright and clean under the sunlight. Lao Yu studied martial arts at home, and he also knew some medical knowledge. He just heard that his nephew "died with honor" and desperately came from the battlefield of bonfire and smoke to "see the last side" with his nephew.

As soon as Shoumu was pried open, Lao Yu tried it on his nephew's nose with the back of his hand, but there was really no breath. He put his hand into his nephew's heart again. When I touched it, he was very surprised! "quick! Get it out. He's not dead. His heart is still hot! Come on ... "The Eight Immortals listened, and quickly carried the guerrilla too many cooks out of Shoumu, and then carefully placed it on the opened Shoumu cover. "Quick, help me carry it back to the village, quick ..." Lao Yu called and found a thick straw rope. Hearing that the man was not dead, several big men trotted off and carried him and Shoumu Gai under the camphor tree at the head of the village. Lao Yu quickly borrowed a pair of bamboo chopsticks and a pot of cold boiled water from his cousin's house. Lao Yu put bamboo chopsticks into his nephew's mouth, trying to pry it open and pour some cold boiled water into it. At that time, the environment was very difficult, and cold boiled water was the only "rescue medicine". "Five slang, uncle to save you! Open your mouth and come. You drink some water ... "Lao Yu hastily put a bamboo chopstick into his nephew's closed lips and stuck it in. Finally, he inserted it, and with a hard effort, suddenly the bamboo chopsticks broke into two sections with a bang. "Get two, quick!"

a pair of thick bamboo chopsticks were inserted into the clenched teeth, and Lao Yu held back his strength, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down like beans, and the veins stood out on the back of his hand. The grandfathers who came to watch the "saving the dead" as early as the news were amazed and shook their heads again and again. A few timid old wives just glanced at each other, blindfolded with fear, their feet went limp, their hearts jumped, and they wriggled away. However, a few naughty teenagers poked their heads out from the armpits of adults, their eyes were wide open, and their eyes were ga zi ng to gaze at this unforgettable scene. The "Eight Immortals" who have seen the world are also stunned by the "feat" in front of them!

"click!" There was another crisp sound, and everyone's heart jumped immediately. Lao Yu looked intently: alas, this time the bamboo chopsticks were not broken, but two of his nephew's upper and lower front teeth were pried off! People can't help being startled.

When the front teeth fell off, a small hole appeared in the young soldier's clenched teeth, and Lao Yu slowly poured cold boiled water into it. At the same time, he tried his best to save a meal with a little massage skill. The young soldier's throat suddenly slipped gently and immediately let out a sigh. "Saved! He is alive! He is alive! " Lao Yu was overjoyed and couldn't help dancing and smiling. The onlookers all cooed, and several white-bearded grandfathers even sighed: "This is really a strange thing in the world. * * * The producer party is really a fairy, and the dead can be saved. This world will definitely be Zhu Mao Peng Huang in the future. " "This young man will be blessed if he survives." "Who knows ... the young soldier who came back from the dying line was Shu Xing, who was personally awarded the rank of Major General by * * * and Premier Zhou Enlai 25 years later.

Comrades and leaders heard that Shu Xing had a narrow escape, and they all came to visit and congratulate him. The guerrilla political commissar clung to Shu Xing, who was seriously injured. The soldier's eyes were wet and he murmured, "Well done. You are a strong warrior. " That night, the guerrilla leader sent him to an old cousin's house to recuperate. On a thunderous and stormy night, Shu Xing's Ruyanfang guerrillas marched in the rain. Four comrades-in-arms carried Shu Xing, who was seriously injured, with one foot high and one foot low, and struggled to walk on the muddy mountain road. When they trudged to a high mountain at the junction of Anfu and Yongxin, their comrades carried the stretcher up the mountain with their heads on their shoulders. Just started down the mountain, the big stretcher bearer in front accidentally slipped, and the stretcher tilted with a splash, and the big man fell more than ten feet away. Fortunately, the comrades on both sides of the stretcher with lightning sharp-eyed competitors, a hold also want to conveniently turn over the mud grave Shu Xing, to help him on the stretcher.

The heavy rain gradually weakened, and there were muffled thunder in the sky. At this moment, Shu Xing and his comrades came to a remote single-family house in the deep forest. Guerrilla captain knocked on the door and whispered, "Cousin, one of our comrades hung up the flowers and wanted to stay with you temporarily. Don't be afraid, we deliberately came at night, and no one knew all the way. After the injury, we will bear all the expenses. We don't have a hospital, and the army is going to fight again, so please ... "Uncle Shan, who is over 4 years old, saw that he was a guerrilla of the Red Army. Without saying anything, he immediately called for the comrades who were" hanging flowers "to be carried into the house.

After Shu Xing was carried into the room, Uncle Shan woke up his sleeping wife and daughter, moved several bundles of dry straw from the woodshed and carried them upstairs, laying a simple "floor bed". Then several guerrillas were asked to push and push and put him on a soft straw bed. Everything is done, and the guerrillas are hidden into the vast night against the mountain wind in early spring. "Little brother, does it hurt?" Uncle Shan asked in a low voice. Shu Xing felt more comfortable than ever. Since he joined the guerrillas, he left the army for the first time and came to his cousin's home alone to recuperate. Although the wound became inflamed after getting wet in the rain, which caused him to faint several times, he was relieved to come to this warm wooden building at once.

"Bitch, quickly pour some salt water for the little brother." Uncle Shan cleaned Shu Xing's wound overnight. After the battle, the troops moved immediately, and the wound was too late to be cleaned, and it was red and swollen all around. Uncle Shan was very worried, because he didn't have western medicine and didn't know much about herbs. He simply washed it with salt water and used herbs left by guerrillas. Busy in the middle of the night, Uncle Shan took off Shu Xing's bloody clothes and muddy pants again, scrubbed his blood and sludge with warm water, and put on his own clean casual clothes. At this time, the busy mountain girl in the kitchen brought a steaming bowl of ginger and egg soup and said timidly, "Brother, drink it quickly."

Aunt Shan wiped her tears and urged, "Drink. My family is poor and can't produce anything good. ..... You are also bitter as a soldier. Hurt like this, at a young age, your mother didn't know ... "Words unfinished, tears fall first. The mountain girl knelt down, and Uncle Shan helped Shu Xing. The mountain girl fed a spoon to Shu Xing. Hot ginger and egg soup flowed from his throat into his stomach, and he felt hot air coming out. "Uncle Shan, aunt Shan, that's very kind of you ..." Shu Xing's throat choked and he could not speak for a long time. "Later, mo diagnosis. Drink more to dispel the cold. Is the Red Army, guerrillas and us a family? "The mountain girl also smiled and nodded. At this time, the rooster has begun to crow three times. Shu Xing rarely slept for a while, and the wound made it difficult for him to sleep. He gulped in a chill, and since then, he has been accompanied by someone all day. When Uncle Shan went to work in the field, Aunt Shan waited. The couple are not in the care of the mountain girl. Because the wound was untreated, soon, the inflamed and festering wound began to stink. This day, it is the mountain girl kneeling for Shu Hangqing.