The new army has been training for half a month. Seeing that Wei Aiwen had no intention of starting political training, Ma Qianzhu became a little anxious: "Xiao Wei, when are you going to give everyone political training? You have been under the company for two weeks." That’s it, other companies have already taken action, you are the benchmark company of the training camp, you have to take the lead!”
Wei Aiwen smiled slightly and seemed confident: "Mr. Ma, just put your heart in your stomach! There will be a meeting tonight, and I guarantee that you will be satisfied!"
"Really? You have to do it well!" Ma Qianzhu was dubious and stopped asking. 【Full text reading】．
In fact, Wei Aiwen has not been idle these days. In order to carry out his work well, he racked his brains. Not only did he go deep into the company to understand the situation of the soldiers, he also did "reconnaissance" work and observed other companies conducting political training. He found that the political training in the New Army was nothing more than the following methods: speeches, leadership speeches, political reports; lectures, literacy campaigns... Wei Aiwen had an idea: Why don't I do some retro innovation?
It was getting dark, and the stars were twinkling in the night. Here, it is not like a city in the 21st century. Even at night, the street lights are on. In the high-rise buildings, every household has electric lights and TVs. The sky is white and only the brightest stars can be seen; the atmosphere The pollution is also very serious. The sky is always foggy, which makes people feel depressed. Sometimes when looking towards the industrial area at night, the sky is a bit red. No one at the station was willing to light a lamp, which consumed expensive electricity. There was nothing else to do except watch AV, so the farmers went to bed early. It was dark all around, and half of the moon had just emerged from the east, emitting a silvery brilliance. The Milky Way above our heads was a large white strip running east to west. Countless stars were densely packed, most of which were concentrated in the Milky Way. One could actually see a A sense of hierarchy. Wei Aiwen looked up at the stars and was very surprised. Children who grew up in the city had never seen such a scene!
The new recruits had all gathered and were sitting together in the open air with trepidation. Lingao is located in a subtropical climate zone, and the winter temperature is also above 20 degrees Celsius. It was a little hot to light a bonfire, so I placed an oil lamp in the middle. Red flames danced on the cotton core, and gray-black smoke rose up, making the copper handle blacker and brighter.
The firelight reflected on the faces of the soldiers. Everyone was very curious. Today, the new "chief" was informed that he would give everyone political training. What would it be like?
Wei Aiwen stood up, looked around, and said: "I gathered everyone here today because I want to do political training and hold a theme meeting. The theme is yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Please tell the truth, speak freely, and talk about yourself. Talk about your past experiences, talk about your current situation, and then imagine the future.
Everyone looked at each other, what is this? Everyone didn't know what to do, and no one spoke. The scene suddenly became deserted and very quiet.
Wei Aiwen anticipated this situation. It takes a process for new things to be accepted! At that moment, he said, "Then let's start with me." Wei Aiwen had already thought about it, and took this opportunity to compile a past experience and spread it out to eliminate the gap between him and the soldiers.
"Let me sing a song for everyone first!" As he said that, Wei Aiwen raised his head slightly, looked at the moon in the eastern horizon, took a deep breath, brewed his feelings for a while, and then sang softly:
"The sky is full of stars, and the crescent moon is shining brightly. We hold a meeting in the company to complain and redress our grievances. The evil landlord owes the poor people blood and tears. Thousands of threads, thousands of threads are flooding into my heart. I can't stop them. I can't forget that year when the north wind was biting and cold. The landlord broke into my house and a bunch of scoundrels. They said we owed him debt and that we owed him food. The landlord pressed for debt, and the landlord Pressing for debt is like a living hell. I don’t forget that year, my father was ill in bed. The landlord forced him to do long-term labor, and he cried and vomited blood. He was so skinny and skinny, and his face was yellow due to illness. The landlord was evil, the landlord was evil and forced my parents to death. Don't forget that year, the suffering had no end. I was desperate and went into the tiger's mouth to graze cattle for the landowner. I got up in the middle of the night and came back with the sun setting. I am an orphan, who should I call for help?"
The low voice, coupled with the crying and trembling singing voice, is full of weeping, complaining and mourning. The soldiers couldn't help but resonate with each other. Some had red eyes when they thought of their own life experience, and some even sobbed softly.
Wei Aiwen himself also felt spiritually shocked. This feeling and this scene filled him with a depressing heaviness. I remember when I saw this song on the Internet, I thought the lyrics were quite funny, so I started to learn to sing along with it, but I didn’t expect that it would come in handy now. Alas, when I sang it at that time, I didn't feel the sadness, misery, and resentment reflected in this song. Looking at everyone's reactions, I knew that these brothers had not learned Mandarin in vain.
Someone held Wei Aiwen's hand. It was Wang Tao who came with him. He was from the north. He was tall and majestic. He looked majestic among a group of short natives. Because he was a trainer, he was particularly good at telling stories. . It is specially arranged to be used in coordination with the team. He said softly: "Company commander, don't be sad. Our company is your home. We are all your brothers and your relatives."
Wang Tao was so choked that he couldn't speak anymore. He sniffed and talked about the past: "My family originally had about ten acres of land. It was good land. The land we harvested was enough for my family of four to live for a year. That photo of Ju Ren. When I won our land, I had to buy it. My father said he would not sell it, because it was the lifeblood of the whole family! The landowner always looked for opportunities to occupy our land. One year, my cattle were not seen. I lived there and ate some grass in the graveyard of the landlord's house. The landlord insisted that he had ruined the feng shui of his house, so he arrested my father and beat him severely. My father was old and couldn't bear it anymore, so he took me home for three days. There's something on the head -" As Wang Tao spoke, his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't speak any more. He looked sad and his eyes seemed to be about to shed tears. It took him a long time to regain his breath, "My mother was not in good health. She was frightened, and she followed my father within two days!" He finally couldn't help it anymore, tears streaming down his dark cheeks. Rolling down, Wei Aiwen was dumbfounded. Brother, you are not from Nortel or China Theater Company, are you?
"Not long after, one day his house caught fire. He falsely accused me of burning it and wanted to arrest me and sue him. How did a poor family win a lawsuit against the landlord?! I was so anxious that I ran away overnight. When I got to the county seat, I asked someone to go home. After taking a look, I found out that my family's field was occupied by Zhang Juren, and my little sister was captured by him and made into a maidservant to compensate for his losses. Later, I don't know where she was sold by this beast. My little sister , she..." Wang Tao burst into tears.
powerful! Watching Wang Tao's performance, Wei Aiwen secretly admired him.
A little soldier couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "It's so unconscionable!"
"I used to work as a long-term laborer for our township Chen Yunkai, herding ducks. This evil guy! A little duck was picked up by a weasel. He beat me hard with a leather whip and threw a big duck to me. It was recorded in the account. On weekdays, I only eat his leftovers and rotten rice, which is still not enough, but he charged it all with good vegetables and rice. It’s cold and I can’t help him if he’s sick. Then he pretended to give me two worn-out shirts and trousers that no one was wearing. Then he would charge them as new shirts and trousers. Sometimes when I was seriously ill and had a fever, I would grit my teeth and give him some relief. Damn it, he actually recorded all absences from work due to illness! At the end of the new year, when he showed his account book, I actually owed him money! I tried to argue with him, but he didn’t listen; I was so angry that he cried and he even said hypocritically: I couldn’t bear to leave. Me? Let’s continue next year. It’s so annoying!!” The little warrior gritted his teeth, his eyes reflecting the light of the oil lamp, as if he was about to spit out fire.
With the beginning in mind, the soldiers let go and stood up one after another, rushing to pour out the bitterness in their hearts. One race at a time.
"I am a military householder, and my ancestors were still small flags. But for several generations, I have been working as free servants for the military officers! There is no sense of loyalty. Don't say I'm lazy when I work, I just move slowly. Beat him half to death, and drag him out when he is beaten to death. No one asks, and no one dares to ask. Someone who dies outside has to be reported to the official, but in the guard house it is like a dead dog. People say that the state and county officials are evil, no I don’t know how many times it is darker inside the guardhouse than outside!”
Wei Aiwen knew that he was from a military background, and because he wanted to eliminate the common people's fear of the officers and soldiers, he deliberately asked: "Is this a good war?"
"Fighting?" The military household said with a bitter smile, "We military households are the only ones who even wear pants with our buttocks exposed, and still fight with others? We are worse than ordinary people. When we recruit soldiers in town, ordinary people can still get some money and rice. We military households can't even The An family's money and food were all eaten up by hundreds of thousands of families. When they went to the town, they only had a bowl of rice. Those who couldn't be considered as soldiers and servants even starved to death." He spat, "Ghost son. Just working for the officials!"
He became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke: "Officers and soldiers, if you ask for a good officer, they are worse than bandits. They harm the people more severely than anyone else, and they are more shy than anyone else when it comes to fighting."
"Yes, yes, I escaped from the north." Wang Tao hurriedly came to take eye drops, "I heard that Liaodong and the Tatars were fighting. Thousands of people could not defeat hundreds of Tatars. The worst thing was that ten A few Tatars chased hundreds of officers and soldiers, and those who escaped were chased to death. With this look, this battle was a fart. A few years ago, one of my brothers from the same clan couldn't survive anymore, so he went to Liao Town. , I don’t know whether I’m dead or alive.” As he spoke, he wiped away a few tears.
"Well, no family is like this. If the government hadn't pressed hard and forced us poor people to have no way of living, who would be willing to take risks. Our family came all the way to Qiongzhou. I thought there was a lot of wasteland here, and we could always make ends meet. Who knew? The fields here are not easy to cultivate. There is no water to irrigate the fields, so the landlord has to buy water. It is several times more difficult than farming in my hometown! It has killed the whole family alive. They have become a bachelor!"
"It's better to be the master here." Wang Tao took the opportunity to show off again, "I escaped here to carry work for the masters, and I was well fed and clothed. The masters also paid me wages. All the brothers who have done well in our commune live in the building. Got it!"
"Building? Is it the kind of brick building where short-haired men live? That's nonsense." Some people expressed disbelief.
"Nonsense? Come with me to the commune tomorrow!"
"It would be great if it really happened. I don't want a building. I would be satisfied with a small house to shelter from the wind and rain." A recruit said with a fascinated look on his face.
"It's true." This was a soldier who joined the army from a commune. "But you have to be qualified as a worker. That's why I joined the army. Once I became a soldier, I became a worker."
"There is also private land for farming." The commune soldiers were particularly interested in the private land.
"Can we also have these?" someone asked timidly.
Note: The plot of this chapter is provided by Wei Aiwen of sb forum. Slightly expanded and modified.
