"Xin Nachun is Xin Nari's younger sister. This girl is incredible. She has a hot temper and dares to kill pigs. Ordinary young men can't look up to her."
"Well," Liu Si whispered, "please tell me all the things and people in the village."
"You know what these are for," Widow Zhou spat, her almond-shaped eyes full of spring, "You must be going to be a good boy to two female officials again. It's embarrassing for a grown man to listen to the orders of two women!"
"I am the chief, and I pay my salary. Officials have to kneel down when they see the Queen Mother. Besides, these two ladies are tall and strong, as tall as horses. How can I like your fourth brother?"
"-" Liu Si pulled the woman into his arms, put his hand in from his waist, rubbed it up and down, put his mouth next to her ear and whispered, "Good lady, tell Fourth Brother about all the things in the village."
Well, your comfort is indispensable at night..."
Liu Si's selfishness and "self-interest" behavior made him the person with the most information among the team members. From Widow Zhou's mouth, he learned a lot about the situation in the village, especially the recent trends of bandits.
It was extremely important news, and he did not dare to neglect it. After returning from Widow Zhou's house that night, he reported to them all the news he had learned from Widow Zhou.
"It seems that this group of bandits are still here." Dong Weiwei said.
Du Wen gritted her teeth: "It seems that we will be severely suppressed!" She thought again, "Are the troublemakers behind these households landlords and rich peasants?"
"Landlord, rich peasant?" Liu Si was stunned. He had learned basic knowledge about social class classification at the agricultural lectures. But he didn't expect such a question to be asked, so he hesitated: "Don't count -
"
Dong Weiwei was dissatisfied with her theory of origin: "You are a landlord and a poor peasant, let Liu Si talk about the business first!" She turned to him and asked him: "What is the attitude of the people towards us now? The bandits are still so rampant, why don't we organize the villagers to defend themselves?
Woolen cloth?"
"The people in the village have three fears." Liu Si said, "The first is the problem of the task force cleaning up the 'bandits'."
The Thirteenth Village area was once the lair of bandits. There were very few people who didn’t have something to do with the bandits. At least they had provided food and fodder, let alone those who followed them to get benefits. If they were to be investigated, they would all be considered "
"Together with bandits", even if you don't die, you will have to shed your skin.
The second is that they are afraid that the bandits will come back for revenge. Some people who want to get close to the work team are afraid that if the work team runs away and the bandits come, they will be very cruel in retaliation. Many people are still angry about the party that pulled the door.
He was still frightened by the massacre in the village after he became a gangster - almost all the families who had a feud with him during the festival were killed, and some even had their entire family wiped out. Some families had no choice but to escape as a family.
"Third, I'm afraid of going to war." Liu Si summed it up in less than standard Mandarin. "I'm afraid that after I become a Xiangyong, I will be transferred out to fight with bandits."
Dong Weiwei said: "I remember that a security group was formed a few months ago, and Ding should also be in the Thirteenth Village area. It seems that I haven't heard that people here are afraid of war."
"We sent Ding. I heard from people in the village that the party committee said that Kun... is not easy to mess with. It's just a matter of sending a few. Each village sent a few bachelors and outsiders."
"I didn't expect to be so timid and afraid of fighting the bandits. Why would Jianxiang Yong do that?" Du Wen was a little discouraged.
"You can't say that. They are afraid of being beaten and killed by bandits." Dong Weiwei said, "Since there are three fears, we must first make them not afraid. Only when they have the courage can they dare to do things."
"If Xin Nari is not captured and beheaded, the people in this village will not be at peace. Our attempt to build a militia to control Thirteen Villages will not be realized."
The news coming from the daily scheduled radio contact is not very exciting - Xin NaRi Yiran has no trace, and no bandit suppression detachment has reported that Xin NaRi has been captured or killed.
The information collected by other students was similar. When it came to the attitudes of various people, most of them were indifferent. The few people the students obtained only provided some basic information. To sum up, the village was peaceful.
Beneath the surface is a raging undercurrent. The destruction of the Party gang seems to have dropped a stone on this place: the bandits whose relatives have been killed want revenge, and the families who were harmed by the bandits in the past also want to take advantage of this shareholder.
The wind takes revenge. Hatred is fermenting in this small village. A fierce storm is about to come, but Du Wen and Dong Weiwei seriously underestimated the situation they faced.
After Liu Si left, the two women started a new round of quarrel - this time it was about whether to arrest the gangsters: Du Wen demanded that people be sent to arrest all the gangsters immediately, "to destroy the prestige of the gangsters."
.Dong Weiwei disagreed, thinking that it would be too gullible to arrest people based on just a few words from Liu Si's investigation.
"Besides, should we arrest the whole family, or just the men? What will happen after we arrest them?" Dong Weiwei asked.
When Du Wen thought about it, it was true that it was easy to catch people, but once they were caught, they had to be dealt with...
"Hold a mass struggle meeting!" She finally found a trick from land reform.
"It may not work." Dong Weiwei shook her head repeatedly, "It's easy for you to catch all the bandits. But are the families of the victims willing to come out and fight against them? The majority of the people here are soy sauce, and they are also worried about the bandits outside. It may not be possible.
Mobilize people."
"What do you propose?"
"Let's wait and see." Dong Weiwei couldn't come up with any clever ideas. "It would be great if we could catch Xin Nari and take him here for a public trial."
"Isn't this the same as not saying anything?" Du Wen felt anxious.
"No matter what, it's better to find out the details first." Dong Weiwei rolled her eyes, "We can use the foreigners behind."
"What are you using foreigners for?" Du Wen instinctively resented this guy.
"It's okay, can you use it for me?" Dong Weiwei said, "Foreigners are not considered our people. Although no one listens to his ideas, they are easier to move around than us. It's okay to let him help collect information about the village and do publicity.
it works."
Although Du Wen felt unreliable, since the failure of the mass meeting, she had some doubts about her infallibility. So she did not insist on it. She immediately called for Bai Duolu.
Bai Duolu came from behind with a sad face - since arriving in Daolu Village, he has become Lu Ruohua's footman. Not only does he preach everywhere every day, but he also helps print propaganda materials: before departure, Lu Ruohua asked him to write a few propaganda materials.
He also paid for Zhou Dongtian's printing house to carve a few engravings, and carried them to the village without any trouble.
When he was called into the yard for the second time, his hands were covered with black ink and he was wiping his hands with paper - he felt quite sad because the promotional materials he had worked so hard to print had frequently appeared in various places in the village recently.
In daily life, it is often seen even in toilets. The current situation of missionary work is that a group of people gather around to grab propaganda materials - in fact, Bai Duolu knows very well that they are not literate at all, just to get paper. After hearing their plan
, pondered for a while and then said: "This matter is not easy to handle. I think Father Lu is only interested in preaching, and his preaching is not going well. I'm afraid he won't be able to help us."
"Actually, it's not easy to preach." Dong Weiwei once saw the power of the underground church when she was working in the countryside. "He spends all day long talking about Jesus, salvation, original sin, etc. No one will care about him. The key point is: believe in Christ
Not getting sick, having good weather and raising a son..."
Bai Duolu was shocked: "This is superstition..."
"Isn't that superstitious thing of yours?" Du Wen disagreed.
"Religion and superstition are two different things." Bai Duolu tried to explain the difference between the two.
"Okay, okay," Dong Weiwei said, "What do you think you can achieve by preaching like you are sending out small advertisements?"
Bai Duolu thought so, and besides, this is the only way to open up the situation now.
"Okay, I'll go talk to Father Lu." After saying that, he felt that he had sinned so much - he didn't know if he should go to confession and repent.
When Bai Duolu returned to the house, he saw Lu Ruohua still working very hard to write something with a native quill under the oil lamp. He was probably writing some sermons again.
"Father--" he interrupted the diligent Frenchman, "I have something to say about missionary matters..."
"What's the matter, my child?" Lu Ruohua looked innocent.
"Should our preaching, um, methods change?"
"Oh," Father Lu was obviously very interested in this issue, "You are finally willing to discuss this issue with me."
"Yes, Father." Bai Duolu said, "I have some ideas."
"Speak, my child."
"I don't think there is any need to print and distribute leaflets and the like. Most of the people here are illiterate and can't understand them. No matter how many we print, they just use them as paper for their daily lives... I think about this problem
, Father, you also saw it."
"Yes." Lu Ruohua nodded.
"You know, the target of your mission is the Chinese. And I am also a Chinese. So I know what the Chinese think." Bai Duolu said, "You know, the Chinese are essentially a realistic nation...
…”
Bai Duolu began to explain to him what Dong Weiwei had said - in fact, these things were not unfamiliar to Bai Duolu. Although he did not often go to church or attend church members' gatherings, he also knew many church members.
What was the purpose of being baptized?
He talked a lot, and Lu Ruohua remained silent. Finally, he said: "My child, the Bible says..."
"Father," Peter said humbly, "what we are arguing about is not a doctrinal issue, but how to expand the flock of God. Isn't this the purpose of the church here?"
Lu Ruohua nodded: "I understand what you mean. My child." After saying that, he closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something. Bai Duolu slipped away quietly.