The westernmost part of Zhanghu County is Heishui Town. Because there are several coal mines, the coal smoke smells very strong. The large chimneys on the coal mine spew black smoke and cotton-like smoke, like mountains.

The coal pile was circling around. The burning pools of nearby houses were also emitting smoke everywhere.

The thick smoke and fog that rose everywhere enveloped Heishui Town, making it difficult for people to see the clear blue sky, sucking the fresh air, and fog everywhere they went. The wind blew from the mountain-like coal piles.

, with coal sand flying everywhere, the coal sand is so fine that it hits people's faces. When people come back from the street, they wipe their faces with hand towels and they will see a piece of black and gray on the white towel.

Not to mention the workers in the kiln and the loading and unloading trucks, the porters who work in the open air, are rolling around in the coal all day long, not only are their hands and faces dyed black, but even the phlegm they spit out is black.

Due to coal production, except for the county town, there are trains here. The train station is very small, but the coal transport trucks come and go, but they do not take buses.

There are more than a hundred families at the bottom of the station, most of which are workers from the lower kilns and porters at the station, and several charcoal factories. In addition to the charcoal factories, the various households are also burning, because charcoal is a devastating profit.

Money, one hundred kilograms of coal can burn seventy kilograms of coke, one kilogram of coke can sell two kilograms of coal. Seventy kilograms of coke can sell one hundred forty kilograms of coal. So if you burn one hundred kilograms of coke, you will make a net profit of forty

Jin coal. Men went down to the kiln. Although women were busy with housework, they would take time to dig a hole next to the hut and fill it with coal and burn it. It was dark, and the small village was filled with smoke everywhere, and the ground was everywhere

They were all spraying flames. Because it was only a small ditch between this place and the station, there were Japanese soldiers on the station, so when it was dark, there would be no one on the streets.

This is a small charcoal factory surrounded by a short wall. There is a charcoal pile in the middle, and there are baskets of sieves and shovels next to it. There are several charcoal pools burning around the yard near the short wall.

In a short black thatched hut, there are two floors, a small table and two thick benches, a stove is built in the room, and there are some pots, bowls, pots, pots, pots, and pots on the windowsill.

Under the dim soybean oil lamp, seven or eight people crowded the small room and were whispering.

"Brothers, no, comrades! When we have a meeting together, we will be called 'comrades'." Song Guangfu said in a low and powerful manner.

"Yes, I should call it comrade, this title is delicious!" Li Dameng said with a smile.

"Comrades! The charcoal factory has a good business recently. If we continue to do so, we will make a lot of money."

"Yes! As soon as the sky dawns, the car arrives at the door."

"I carried the charcoal basket for a day and couldn't even sweat."

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"Comrades, we are not businessmen!" Song Guangfu said seriously: "We never planned to sit on the counter and make money from others. We have grown up in charcoal slag since childhood, picking up charcoal cores, digging charcoal in the kiln, and scattering charcoal, and scattering charcoal since childhood.

The train, one day is not a poor life with the head, the charcoal policeman, the villain, and the hungry ones to live a poor life! Now the Japanese are here again, the rich people who have been holding our scalp run away, and some are lying on the Eastern leather boots and kowtow

Become a traitor. Look at how the Japanese devils kill people here and snatch our coal and grain from one train to another. How sad it is! Only our poor workers know that the lovely wealth of the motherland is, and they can only bear it all.

Only poor guys truly understand hatred.” Song Guangfu's eyes were filled with angry flames.

"Look at the life of the poor guys! How many people have made money from coal, eating chicken, duck, fish, and wearing silk and satin; how many coal businessmen live in villas and tiled houses, and fan their big belly with fans for nothing.

, we were so fat that we were worried. What about our lives as workers who created the Coal Mountain? We are the most laborious and rewarding people, but we eat braised vegetables and our clothes are rotten in pieces.

There is not even a pig's nest in the place. Every day, I hear my wife and children screaming when they are hungry and cold. Look, how unfair the society is!..."

"We proletariat are going to fight against a poor life. We unite all those suffering and overthrow this society where people cannibalize and exploit people. Now that the Japanese devils are coming, only our working class knows hatred best, and what we are led by the Communist Party

The troops are at the forefront of the anti-Japanese war. We want to drive the Japanese devils out of China and build a happy society in China! With the party and Chairman Mao, we will definitely be able to win! We must get up and do it!..."

"Do it!Do it!"

I have to say that Song Guangfu is a good player in promoting publicity and agitation. He made these charcoal ash on his face, wearing a hat, open his arms, holding a cigarette, joking loudly, and even cursing wildly.

The blood is boiling.

Song Guangfu was very satisfied with this effect and waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down. He continued, "We are in a dangerous situation when the Japanese searched every few days, and something will happen sooner or later. So, we have to pull out and officially pull up the guerrillas and the Japanese.

Dry!"

"But we don't have guns!" Someone raised questions.

"We will take the gun from the enemy." Li Dameng said firmly: "The big guys will gather in the locust forest outside the town tomorrow night. We will go into the mountain with just one vote."

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"Da Meng, is there any problem with Chen Zhuang tomorrow night?" After the meeting, everyone dispersed. Song Guangfu said to Li Da Meng with some concern.

"There are less than ten people on duty at night in the Chenzhuang Maintenance Meeting. Besides, we have an insider, so there should be no problem." Li Dameng said: "There are mules and horses and the raised food in the Maintenance Meeting, and they are all sent to Dushui Town.

When the snow stops and the road is easy, we will not be able to get it."

"It's indeed a good opportunity." Song Guangfu nodded, "It's just that we only have three guns, and I think it's a bit thin."

"The people who maintain the meeting are not Japanese, they are all soft-boys. While they are sleeping, we secretly go in. Maybe we can subdue them without having to shoot a gun." Li Dameng sneered and said, "Our people are in good health.

Now!"

"That's good." Song Guangfu felt relieved, "Let's pack up the things. The charcoal factory is abandoned like this. I'm really reluctant to leave it."

"I have lived a long life with enough food and clothing, so I don't want to move around anymore." Li Dameng joked.

"Haha, do you mean my revolutionary will is not firm, or I have a petty bourgeois mood?" Song Guangfu said with a smile: "Don't look down on me from poor people. If you don't act as a tent, this charcoal factory can't be opened either.

Get up!"

"If you want to say what I admire most, Zhang Feng is Zhang Feng." Li Dameng said from the bottom of his heart: "A lesbian is more capable than both of us. It is really not easy to lead a few people in the mountains, with ice and snow."

"She will go down the mountain tomorrow, and I miss her very much." Song Guangfu said with a smile.
Chapter completed!