When Yun Suji saw them walking away, he stood up and patted the dirt on his butt. The guards behind him had already caught up.
"Chief, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Yun Suji said, "Look at this cadre, he is quite impressive."
The guard said: "Isn't this the case in the countryside? If you don't have a bit of authority, who will listen to you!"
Yun Suji said nothing. He had been an agricultural technician for several years and spent most of the year in the countryside. His wife was the daughter of a small landowner. He knew that what the guard said was generally correct.
"Let's go into the village!"
Standard villages are all built according to a unified model and are neat and uniform. Since Qiongshan belongs to the yellow zone and has no need for military defense, the standard village does not adopt the fortress-style earth building designed by Mr. Wen. However, in order to facilitate public security management, the village is still closed. The outermost circle of houses are connected by walls with walls in the middle, leaving only four entrances from the east, west, north, and south.
Yun Suji walked into this standard village. There was a wooden sentry box at the end of the village. Several women were sitting outside talking with the soles of their shoes on. Hearing that their accents were from Shandong, he nodded secretly.
Just as he was about to enter the village, a woman asked: "Comrade, which village are you from?"
Yun Suji stopped and saw that the woman who was asking the question was in her mid-twenties, tall, with a slight numbness on her oval face. Her blue cloth coat was carefully rolled with a circle of red edges. Although it was old, it was neatly tidied up. , said: "I am here from the county to do business."
"Is there any way to lead?"
"Yes, yes." Yun Suji took out the letter of introduction from his pocket. The woman took it and looked at it, turning it over and over. Yun Suji knew that she was probably illiterate, because of the way she paired the official seal.
The naturalized cadres in the county said that the literacy rate in this village is over 80%, which seems to be very high.
After a long while, the woman handed back the letter of introduction: "It's printed correctly. Please come to the village."
Yun Suji praised: "The security here is quite tight."
Several women glanced at him. No sound. The woman who asked for a letter of introduction spoke again: "There is a rule in the village: strangers must have a way to come in and out."
Yun Suji originally wanted to say a few words to them, but fell silent. Everyone just sat down to put away their shoes. Seeing that he couldn't talk to him, Yun Suji had no choice but to ask about the whereabouts of the village office.
"Follow the road eastward and you'll arrive when you see the big banyan tree." The young woman said.
Yun Suji thanked him and walked towards the village.
The roads in the village are clean, with no trace of garbage and debris. The walls are not white, but they are clean. There are no urine stains or feces in the corners. Slogans and slogans are painted on the white walls along the street: "Today" If we don’t plant red flowers and grass, we will go to the mines in Sanya tomorrow”; “One person steals wires and the whole family goes to labor camp”; “If the sanitation is not good, the whole family will make a show of it”; “If women don’t let go, men will have their feet bound”; “Fight across the strait and liberate the whole country” China"... Yun Suji saw many slogans like this when he went to the countryside on weekdays, but he didn't take it seriously. However, the cleanliness of this village was beyond his expectation - it was comparable to the best model villages in Lingao.
There were not many people on the street, most of them had gone to the ground. A few saw him. He quickly hid on the side of the road without saying a word.
Yun Suji felt a little strange and walked straight into the village office. There is a big banyan tree outside the village hall, which must have been there for a long time. Under the tree is a stone mill. Yun Suji knew that places like this were where villagers gathered and talked. Today is the slack season, and there is not a single villager left. Yun Suji felt more and more strange.
The village halls in this standard village all look the same, with a bulletin board outside the door. There are various notices posted. Yun Suji stopped and took a look, most of which were the latest policy announcements. The county printing office in Yishui printed a standard notice. There were also some rough papers written in ink and ink, all of which were village affairs. Yun Suji took a look at them and saw that the latest one was a notice of each family's labor service, followed by a detailed list: how many people in each family, with names and surnames. , very detailed. There is also a newspaper reading column next to it, with yesterday's Lingao Times posted on it.
Just looking at this bulletin board, it seems that it is not common in rural China in the 21st century, let alone the 17th century.
Yun Suji secretly wondered at the level of grassroots governance! Or a "more advanced village"? Then I wonder what the most advanced one looks like? He walked in and saw that the inside was very neat and orderly. There was a courtyard in the middle, which was smooth and flat. The three main rooms were offices, and the side rooms on the left and right were locked and were probably warehouses.
In the village office, two village cadres were playing chess. The two of them got into a fight over a move, but they didn't see Yun Yun go in.
Yun Suji waited for a while, but no one spoke to him, so he asked in the middle of the argument: "Who is the village chief?"
The two village cadres looked up and saw that he was wearing a bamboo hat on his head, a double-breasted gray cloth cadre uniform, dark blue homespun trousers, and straw sandals on his feet. At first glance, he looked like a man who often went to the fields. Although I don’t recognize him, my accent is not that of a naturalized citizen cadre from the South, but has some Northern accent.
Judging from his clothes, the old village cadre thought he was sent by some village to deliver the letter, so he lazily asked: "Which village is he from?"
Yun Suji replied: "In Lingao County."
The village cadre still asked: "What are you doing here?"
Another cadre was about to lose the chess game and urged on the side: "Let's move quickly!"
Yun Suji was a little impatient and said: "You are very busy! Let's talk about it later when we are free!" After saying this, he threw his backpack on the steps and sat on it to rest.
The first cadre saw that something was wrong with his words, so he stopped and came over to talk. "I wonder where this distinguished guest comes from?"
Yun Suji also saw that he was a cadre of the village, but he deliberately asked: "Where is the village chief?" He answered with a blushing face. Yun Suji was about to give him the letter of introduction when suddenly there was a commotion outside. I heard someone shouting outside: "Village Chief Fan! Chief Fan!"
The village chief frowned, pushed the chessboard, and said, "Let's go take a look first. Yuanhu doesn't know what to do with it." He didn't bother to greet Yun Suji and walked out.
Yun Suji didn't say anything, quietly stood up and stood by the window and looked out, only to see seven or eight people in the courtyard, including men and women, old and young. The first one was the young cadre who had just beaten Old Man Meng. His front was open, revealing the white cloth sweatshirt underneath, and he had his hands on his hips, looking very majestic.
Behind them were several young men, holding sticks and hugging a middle-aged man. This man was wearing a homespun jacket and was tied tightly with ropes, with a look of fear on his face. There was a woman following behind. She was crying and wanted to get close to the man, but she was pushed by several young people.
At the end was a little girl of eleven or twelve years old, wiping her tears and following shyly, supported by a woman.
Yun Suji wondered what caused this trouble?
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the young cadre saying loudly: "Village Chief! Yan Laowu has bound his daughter's feet again - his wife's feet are still bound when there are people, and now they are bound again for his daughter." ! This is to fight against the central government and to restore the remnants of feudalism! It must be rectified and rectified! Look!"
As he spoke and waved his hands, several young people carried things in front of the steps: a disemboweled rooster, bloody, a few broken bowl pieces, and a ball of foot-binding cloth - all things needed for foot-binding.
Yun Suji thought to himself that this young man had learned slogans well, but his temper was not very good.
Village Chief Fan frowned: "Lao Yan, how many times have the county's propaganda team come here about foot binding? Let's not talk about your wife's feet. She has had her feet bound all her life, and she can't get used to walking without them. We fellow villagers You just turned a blind eye. You bound your daughter’s feet behind your back like this. It’s obvious that you didn’t take the instructions of the county and the central government seriously!”
When Yan Laowu heard that he "didn't take the instructions from the county and the central government seriously," he was so frightened that his legs went weak. He knew that the "Australian Prime Minister" hated this the most, but Yan Laowu couldn't think of a girl who didn't have her feet bound. In his common sense, only those who lived in low-income families or were begging for food were not allowed to do so. To bind the feet of a daughter, as long as there is a stuttering person in the family and there is still land to farm, there is no one who does not bind the feet of the daughter. When he was at home, he also heard knowledgeable people say that Nanman women who grow rice do not have their feet bound. He thought it was a fantasy, but he did not expect that when he got to Nanman territory and just learned to plant rice, the leaders No more foot binding.
Feet are not allowed to be bound, and those who are bound must be loosened. Yan Laowu panicked. According to his common sense, a woman going out without binding her feet is equivalent to going out without wearing pants. Besides, the husband and wife couldn't get enough of each other to make out at night, and he couldn't get into the mood either...
Seeing that my daughter is already twelve years old, she won't be able to bind her feet if she doesn't. Although girls in this place don't have to worry about getting married, those who don't have their feet bound as a bride price must be lighter. Yan Laowu and his wife worked together and secretly wrapped it for their daughter.
For fear that the village would find out, Yan Laowu didn't ask his daughter to go out or let anyone come to his home. Unexpectedly, her daughter couldn't bear the pain of having her feet bound, so she cried and cried at night, and was heard by others. As soon as she came and went, the news reached the ears of the militia captain Liu Yuanhu.
Militia captain Liu Yuanhu was an orphan: he lost his parents before the mutiny. Before he could support himself, he was a wild boy begging in the countryside of Dengzhou. He started herding cattle for the landlord at the age of thirteen and could do any crop work. He also has a lot of strength. The master likes his ability and strength, so he always said that he would have a maid for him, so as to win his heart. Before the big pie in this painting could be realized, the master's family was killed by the rebels. He himself was tied up with a rope by the rebels and almost died in the rebel army.
The elders rescued him from the pit of death and made him, an illiterate man, a cadre and a human being. In Lingao, he opened his eyes and learned how a real person lives and what the Australian world is like. And the leaders want to turn the world into a world like Australia. In Ma Niao's agricultural office, Du Wen instilled the consciousness of "serving the Senate and the people" into his mind, so he became a man who was fearless and regarded "the orders of the Senate" highly. To all people. (To be continued.)
