Chapter 101 The Old Man’s Crying (Part 2) “But what I didn’t know was that a few people in official uniforms drove up and said they couldn’t sell it here. I said I was almost sold out. Let me sell it out. I and My wife traveled all night, but they refused to let me go and even came up to beat me! I have lived my whole life, and now I am half buried in the loess. I really didn’t expect that at the end of my life, I would give up to a young man. I slapped you twice!" The old man said with a long sigh.
"Old man, your family is in such a difficult situation, why doesn't the local government provide you with subsistence allowance or something like that?" Brother Gan asked.
"What is subsistence allowance? I have never heard of it..." asked the old woman who had not spoken for a long time.
Brother Gan originally wanted to explain to them that the subsistence allowance is a national support policy to take care of poor families, but when he thought about it, what was the use of explaining it, it would only make the old couple even more sad! In fact, Brother Gan had already expected that in this In society, few people enjoying subsistence allowances can’t really afford to eat, and those who really need care have no means. This is society, and this is also officialdom. It’s impossible to explain clearly with the strength of one or two people. So he replied : "It's okay, aunt. Don't worry, you two. Now that we know about this matter, we will definitely take care of it, and we will take care of it to the end!"
"Then I have to thank you, sir! You are our great benefactors!" The old lady said and was about to kneel down to Brother Gan and Yang Feng. Brother Gan quickly helped her up and persuaded: "Mom, this is What we should do! Why are you kneeling down? This is not going to cost us our lives! How can we bear it! Besides, if you kneel down, we should kneel down for you and the two elders. We, the younger ones, have not done what we should do!"
At this time, the old man continued: "Two officials, I really don't know that you can't sell things here. I'm used to it in the village. Can you just stop pursuing us? I'll leave now and we'll come back. Countryside, never come again!"
Hearing what the old man said, Brother Gan somehow had the urge to hit someone! He looked at the crowd of onlookers and said loudly: "Uncle, I am also from the country. I have been working in a big city like Haigang for less than two years. Months, please rest assured, we must get this justice back! What kind of rural people and urban people, whose ancestors three generations ago are not mud-legged! No one should look down on anyone! City people are always occupying With the resources of our country people, they are now enjoying the blessings. The country people haven't complained about them yet, but they have looked down on their ancestors! The country people and the city people are all Chinese, what's the big deal!" Brother Gan The righteous speech immediately resonated with the crowd, who applauded and applauded endlessly.
"Old man, have you seen that everyone is supporting you? Please continue to tell us your story! We city people are used to being indifferent, and we have been indifferent for too long. We also need to be touched from time to time. Yeah..." Yang Feng said.
"Hey, young people! In fact, I don't think anything is wrong. You young people are ignorant, so just give me two hits. Anyway, I won't live long with this old face! But I'm a young man, but I think it's suffocating. Qu, I remember it was in the 1940s. At that time, the Japanese devils came and entered my village. There were two underground party members hiding in my village at that time. At that time, the Japanese devils killed all the people in my village. They were imprisoned in the courtyard and interrogated one by one. The first one was the old village chief, but no matter how they beat or threatened, the old village chief refused to say anything. The old village chief is also the most senior clan leader in our Dou Village. Those two The old patriarch didn’t even know who the underground party was, but they told the old patriarch that the information they had could save a city of Chinese people, and it couldn’t fall into the hands of the Japanese under any circumstances! The old village chief told the old patriarch the night before the Japanese came. We called all the men, women, and children in the village to the ancestral hall. I was only seventeen years old at that time. The whole village knelt in the ancestral hall and swore a strong oath. No matter what, even if all 321 people in the village died, they would not leak it. We know the whereabouts of the underground party. You people in the city may not know the power of the ancestral hall. In our rural areas, as long as you enter the ancestral hall in a village, your words will not change even if the sky strikes you. Otherwise, you will betray your ancestors and abandon your ancestors. That is They must be expelled from their homes, and they will never be surnamed Dou! At that time, there were 321 people in the village. After the Japanese left, only 212 remained. All the gentlemen were killed, even a young man like me. My whole body was covered with wounds from being beaten, but I didn’t feel panic at all at that time. I only had resentment and hatred for the little Japan that was killed that day! But today I am really full of grievances. I didn’t expect that more than fifty years have passed. The party that Dou Cun fought for with the lives of all the young and old men in the village would attack me today! Although the party members at that time were underground, they would not beat people, and not only did they not fight, they also saved our people and gave us Grain, give us land! But now the party is upright, but some people have become rampant and bully me in the name of the party!" The old man sighed and brought up the old things of more than fifty years. , which made the party members present really feel a little embarrassed and ashamed.
"Uncle, don't worry. They are just a small group of black sheep. We will seek justice for you and your two elders. When the police officers come later, do you have anything to say? By the way, I will take you to the hospital for bandaging first... ..." Brother Gan said.
"I don't need to bandage, it's just a little bleeding. When did the farmers not have a few bumps and bruises? It's fine, but I won't die yet..." the old man refused.
"How can that be done? Old man, you have to cherish your body. Your son is still waiting for you to take care of you. You can't collapse first..." Brother Gan continued to persuade.
"Then can I buy all the radishes first? I can still sell them for seventy or eighty yuan. I can't take them back. Such juicy radishes were just pulled out and washed by my wife and I last night! I don't want them either. For injections and medicines, just bring me some cloth and wrap it up. I treated my son for medical treatment in the city, and that cost a lot of money..." The old man asked, looking at his godfather.
Looking at the carrots all over the ground, Brother Gan looked at the crowd and said: "Citizens, don't we feel ashamed that a countryman came to our harbor and was bullied like this? Who doesn't have old parents? You don’t want your old parents to encounter this kind of thing in the future, right? It’s just a few radishes. If you need to cook, buy some. It’s no worse than the vegetables in the supermarket. Besides, the uncle’s vegetables are also cheaper, costing one yuan a pound. ...If you want to buy something, pick up what you like and pay here, and I will weigh it for everyone..."
There were several uncles and aunts present carrying vegetable baskets. Some of them were empty, and some had already bought vegetables from the supermarket, but they still picked up a few big ones, walked over and handed Brother Gan ten or twenty yuan. The old man turned around and left. No matter how he called, the people present saw this scene and listened to the old man’s true story. They all took out money from their pockets and wallets. There are yuan, ten yuan, fifty yuan, and one hundred yuan. When I came to Brother Gan, he didn’t even take the carrots. He put down the money and walked out. Even a few elementary school students took one yuan coins and put them in. He took it into Brother Gan's hand, and then silently withdrew, continuing to watch in the crowd.