As we all know, after the founding of New China in 1949 and the implementation of the first five-year plan, there was a steel-making boom in China. Blast furnaces, small furnaces, large furnaces and small stoves kept up day and night, braving black smoke, which became the truest portrayal of China in iron and steel smelting period at that time.
But we don't know much about the lives of the people at the bottom. Today, I will take you into the life of the people at the bottom.
During the big steelmaking, some people in the village took pliers to tear down all the doors at home and wrote down all the iron tools on them, even the chains. At that time, a dramatic sentence: "It's really the realm of not closing the door at night." All the pots have been taken away. If buried in the yard, those people will dig three feet with hoes. At that time, every household was frightened. Grandma hid a small iron pot in a small hole across the hall in the middle of the night to keep the pot from melting. Without food, the commune opened a canteen, and several middle-aged women distributed cookies and scooped soup. Grandma said that she was responsible for scooping soup at that time. At noon, people carry gits and bowls to scoop soup. At that time, it was all quantitative, calculated by one spoonful of soup per person. The pot is as big as two meters in diameter. Grandma was ready to put the spoon flat at that time, and it didn't matter who gave it less. Everyone is watching. If that spoon is full and his spoon is tilted, it's unfair, or there will be a fight! Grandma is very fair, everyone goes to find her to scoop, but the cauldron next to her is neglected. Grandma scooped up the pots and pans, and she was too tired to stand it. When people finished eating, grandma came home and looked around for nothing to eat, but grandpa ate it all. Grandma said that she and grandpa only had two and a half stickers for a meal. You may not imagine that the diameter of the sticker is less than five centimeters. But grandpa thought grandma could eat in the canteen, so he took all the dishes for himself and ate them all. Grandma had to be hungry all day.
As for liberation, I was born after liberation and have no deep experience. All the stories are told by my mother. But every time I think about it, I feel very warm. Those people seem to have been through those things. "Liberation" is my mother's happy memory, and it has also become my childhood nostalgia. When I was a child, one summer night, sitting under the starry sky, in my mother's eloquent speech, I turned "liberation" into scenes of real scenes with childlike innocence, and I couldn't help but imagine. I am full of yearning for that not-so-distant era, and I am even more fascinated by the joy of liberation, new happiness and the love between the army and the people.
According to my mother, on the eve of the liberation of Qingdao, these women who stayed at home just felt extremely scared at first. Listening to the occasional gunfire in the city, I am not only worried about the life of the whole family, but also at a loss about the future. At that time, women who lived in humble abode all the year round knew nothing about the People's Liberation Army and liberation. Although they also heard some "tidbits" about the liberated areas, various rumors made it difficult for them to distinguish between true and false. They think that the PLA oppresses the people like all the troops in Qingdao, a "colonial" land. The so-called "liberation", for ordinary people, may be another set of shackles around their necks, facing deeper suffering.
Just when my mother was in fear and trembling, this morning, a group of people drove into Jinzhou Road and camped in an idle compound opposite my home. As a result, fear came to my mother like darkness. At that time, my father went to another city. As the hostess of the family, the only thing she can do is to close the door, close the curtains and hug her five-year-old second brother tightly in her arms.
The morning passed without incident. This strange calm made my mother unable to lift a corner of the curtain and looked timidly and curiously at the opposite yard. She saw several young men in military uniforms washing clothes, wiping guns, talking and laughing and fighting in the yard. Just like a group of male students are resting, lively and spontaneous.
"They don't look like villains!" Mother sincerely hopes that they can live in peace.
But at noon, "disaster" came-just as the family was sitting around the table for lunch, there was a light knock on the door.
Mother was trembling with fear and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground. But she looked at the two bloodless children, stood up calmly at once, tiptoed to the door and peeped through the door. Although I couldn't see each other's faces clearly, the corner of the uniform also made my mother break out in a cold sweat. Living in Qingdao, a "colonial" city, you often meet "soldiers" from all over the world. But this is the first time we have met so close at home. Mother had a premonition of bad luck and prepared for the worst. At that time, she had only one thought, and that was to save the child's life. Mom thought like this, so she hurried back and winked at Big Brother. Eldest brother got the message, dragged the second brother into the bedroom and bolted it from the inside.
Mother opened the door trembling.
Outside stood a little soldier in a five-pointed star hat and military uniform. He stood by the door with his back straight, his hands on the trousers line, and smiled at his mother with a childlike face.
Mother's heart is still hanging, and she can't even look at the little soldier. She whispered "Little Boss" and asked him what was wrong.
The little soldier began to call him "aunt" and then asked his mother to call him "comrade".
When the little soldier said these words, his face was cheerful, and his mother just listened in fear and didn't dare to relax her vigilance. This "little boss" will never call him "comrade" just by asking his mother to come to the door!
Sure enough, the little soldier's eyes began to stare at the big steel pot on the top of my cabinet. He said that the troops cooked with stoves and wanted to borrow steel pots to wash rice.
The little soldier speaks the southern dialect, which his mother doesn't quite understand, but his eyes speak for themselves.
At that time, the steel pot was a luxury. My mother saved money to buy it, which is my mother's favorite thing. But when my mother heard that the "little boss" just wanted to "borrow" a steel pot, a stone in her heart immediately fell to the ground. As long as the "little boss" doesn't hurt the child, she is willing to let him take anything more valuable than the steel pot.
"Thank you, aunt. We'll pay you back when we're done. " The little soldier took the steel pot and said.
Mother waved her hand again and again: "Take it if you like! Don't give it back to me! " I just want to send him away quickly, and I will never see him again in my life.
After the little soldier left, mother looked at the top of the empty cupboard and was very sad.
The sensible eldest brother comforted his mother that he would break the money and avoid disaster. After all, they came to "borrow", not to rob the house. Thinking about the past experiences, my mother is relieved.
However, the wealth was broken, but it was not spared. Just as the steel cauldron was "borrowed", a more terrible thing fell on the mother's head.
-Tonight, my second brother, who has been enjoying the treatment of "prisoner" because of his mother's negligence, has disappeared. This scared the mother and big brother. The mother and son rushed out of the house in despair and asked their neighbors for help to find their children.
At first, the mother thought that the new "neighbor" was suspected of abducting and selling children. Just, standing in front of their house and looking into the opposite yard, they seem to be having a meeting. Everyone is in a big circle, and an official is gesturing and saying something in the middle. If you meet a child at this time, you must be shot.
I hope the child has gone somewhere else. Helpless mother, with luck, looked for it near Jinzhou Road with her neighbors.
"Did I go to menstruation's house on Wudi Second Road?" Later, the eldest brother reminded his mother in panic.
My elder sister-in-law has no children, and she is very fond of her clever second brother, and her parents often take him to visit relatives. Mother thought about it, then locked the door, took the eldest brother and went straight to Wudi No.2 Road.
In the evening, several passers-by looking for the second brother all failed, and the elder sister-in-law family found no trace of the second brother. In this era of panic and confusion, there are deserters and robbers everywhere, and it seems that there are not many missing second brothers. Desperate mother couldn't help crying under the dim street lamp on this side of the street.
Looking at mother's tears, eldest brother couldn't help it any longer. A man quietly touched the back window of the kitchen facing the street, grabbed the window frame with both hands and eavesdropped on what was going on inside.
After a while, the eldest brother ran out of the back window and shouted in horror: "Mom, mom, it's not good! My little brother was taken into the barracks. I heard him talking inside! "
"what!" Mother jumped up from the ground, put all her fears behind her, ran frantically to the "neighbor's" closed door, knocked on the door and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Xiaoguang, Xiaoguang! Give me my child back! "
Mother's cry soon alarmed the people in the compound. The door suddenly opened from the inside. A man in his thirties looked at his mother with puzzled eyes and asked, "Sister-in-law, who are you looking for?"
"Looking for my little light. My little light was caught by you. " The irrational mother shouted loudly. At this point, she was ready to be shot.
Unexpectedly, the man smiled gently: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, we have a little guy here. I didn't expect him to be your child. " As he spoke, the officer turned his head and whispered a few words to the sentry. The sentry turned and left. In a blink of an eye, the second brother sat on the shoulder of the little soldier who borrowed the pot and proudly appeared in front of his mother with a white steamed bread in his hand.
"Sister-in-law, do you think this is your child?" The officer asked kindly.
Mother rushed up to embrace the second brother's leg and pulled it down hard. The second brother broke free from his mother's hand, and Yu Xing begged his mother to let him play for a while.
It turned out that the second brother was really picked up by two PLA soldiers. The naughty egg forgot to close the door when his mother went to the well in the yard to wash vegetables. After escaping from home, she crossed the street he had been curious about and saw this scene. He sneaked into the compound and saw someone talking on the phone in a room. He felt very novel, so he stuck his little head on the door and peeked for a long time, just wanting to have an "imitation show". I went back to my second brother in the street, wandering around alone, and finally found a quiet place-under a bridge at the intersection. So, he plunged into bridge opening, moved a stone as a telephone, found a stick as a telephone line, vividly imitated the man's voice, and played a "phone call" under the bridge.
Unconsciously, it was dark. The little guy looked at bridge opening, became terrible and lost his sense of direction. He just can't find the exit. He was so scared that he couldn't help crying.
At this time, two patrol sentries passed by the bridge, heard the child crying, and went to the bridge to coax my second brother. Under the guidance of my second brother, they came to my door, only to find that the door was locked and had to take my second brother back to the barracks.
Listening to the officer's story and looking at her unscathed and cheerful son, the mother's eyes filled with tears of gratitude and finally issued a heartfelt and sincere "thank you"!
The news that the second brother recovered soon spread among the people. This miracle made people like their neighbors across the street. This special experience also gave the second brother proud capital. Like a volunteer propagandist, he vividly told everyone about his experience in the military camp: those big brothers are very kind. They gave me food, let me ride a big horse and tell me stories. ...
The next day, as if someone had given an order, all the doors closed by residents on this side of the street were opened, and the children filed out and began to run to the compound across the street. In those beautiful days, the children simply regarded the military camp as their home and often had fun. Then, on Jinzhou Road, which has been silent for many days, children's immature voices sounded: "The sky in the Liberated Area is clear, and the people in the Liberated Area like it very much ..."
What happened next was even more surprising.
It was a morning a few days later. At that time, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and the little soldier stood at the door with my steel pot.
"Aunt, I'm here to return your pot. I also came to apologize to you. " The little soldier put the pot in his mother's hand and put an ocean in the pot.
Mother couldn't believe it when her child came back.
The little soldier told his mother that he should have returned the pot earlier, but because he was not careful when washing rice, the pot fell to the edge of the well platform and broke a hole at the bottom. The cooking squad leader ran several places with the pot before finding the master who shoveled and repaired the pot. But anyway, the pot was damaged, and the chief asked him to bring an ocean as compensation.
After listening to the little soldier's words, mother was shocked. How can there be such an army in this world, not only returning borrowed things, but also compensating for the damaged bottom of the pot?
Mother looked at the bottom of the pot with a piece of brass, thick and strong. Although it is not new, it does not affect the use. So he forced the ocean into the hands of the little soldier.
"I'd appreciate it if you returned the jar to me. I can't take this money. " Mother said firmly.
The little soldier seemed afraid of scalding his hand and put the money on the table in the middle of the room: "Aunt, if you don't accept this money, I will embarrass you. We in the People's Liberation Army have a rule that people should be compensated for anything that damages them. I wanted to buy you a new one, but I couldn't find the same pot halfway around Qingdao, so ... "
Looking at the little soldier's face, mother had to accept the ocean.
That is, from this day on, the door of my house really opened to the opposite "neighbor". "Neighbors" need anything, just go to my house to borrow it; My family needs help, and they will lend a helping hand before my mother can speak. And the soldier who borrowed the pot and returned it has become a frequent visitor to my home. He used his spare time to tell his mother the revolutionary truth, help her clean and look after the children, and feel like a family. Mother affectionately called him Xiao Zhao. The children are very proud of having a brother, Xiao Zhao.
In this way, in June of 1949, the word "liberation" slowly moistened my mother's heart like spring rain. This little woman, who has been locked in pots and pans for many years, suddenly realized that all kinds of shackles that have been put on her body for thousands of years have been completely smashed in the rumble of liberation, and her life has since turned a new page. On the day of celebrating the liberation of Qingdao, my mother held high her colorful flag labeled "liberation" and took to the streets with the sound of gongs and drums.
The joy that "liberation" brings to mothers is unparalleled, and those stories about "liberation" can't be finished. But in my childhood, my mother talked about my brother Xiao Zhao the most. I know this is the only bright spot in my mother's ordinary memory. Xiao Zhao's brother is the image representative of "liberation"-this little soldier who brings freedom, equality and friendship to her mother and enables her to hold her head high is her mother's "liberation".
I still remember my mother's thoughts when she talked about Xiao Zhao's brother. She said that he was black and thin, with big bright eyes, smiled like a shy girl and spoke shyly. My mother regretted it all her life. Before Xiao Zhao's brother's army set out, she didn't ask his name and hometown. But my mother has been telling stories of her liberation all her life.
Although I have no personal experience of "liberation", I have never met my lovely and respectable brother Xiao Zhao. But with my mother's story year after year, my brother Xiao Zhao often comes into my dreams. However, my brother Xiao Zhao and my mother are different. He is young and handsome, riding a burly horse, holding his right hand high, making powerful gestures, and telling me in a loud voice that "liberation" means fairness, justice and human dignity.
Trapped in a dream, I chewed the great word "liberation" in my dream. I have no deep experience of being born after liberation. All the stories are told by my mother. But every time I think about it, I feel very warm. Those people seem to have been through those things. "Liberation" is my mother's happy memory, and it has also become my childhood nostalgia. When I was a child, one summer night, sitting under the starry sky, in my mother's eloquent speech, I turned "liberation" into scenes of real scenes with childlike innocence, and I couldn't help but imagine. I am full of yearning for that not-so-distant era, and I am even more fascinated by the joy of liberation, new happiness and the love between the army and the people.
According to my mother, on the eve of the liberation of Qingdao, these women who stayed at home just felt extremely scared at first. Listening to the occasional gunfire in the city, I am not only worried about the life of the whole family, but also at a loss about the future. At that time, women who lived in humble abode all the year round knew nothing about the People's Liberation Army and liberation. Although they also heard some "tidbits" about the liberated areas, various rumors made it difficult for them to distinguish between true and false. They think that the PLA oppresses the people like all the troops in Qingdao, a "colonial" land. The so-called "liberation", for ordinary people, may be another set of shackles around their necks, facing deeper suffering.
Just when my mother was in fear and trembling, this morning, a group of people drove into Jinzhou Road and camped in an idle compound opposite my home. As a result, fear came to my mother like darkness. At that time, my father went to another city. As the hostess of the family, the only thing she can do is to close the door, close the curtains and hug her five-year-old second brother tightly in her arms.
The morning passed without incident. This strange calm made my mother unable to lift a corner of the curtain and looked timidly and curiously at the opposite yard. She saw several young men in military uniforms washing clothes, wiping guns, talking and laughing and fighting in the yard. Just like a group of male students are resting, lively and spontaneous.
"They don't look like villains!" Mother sincerely hopes that they can live in peace.
But at noon, "disaster" came-just as the family was sitting around the table for lunch, there was a light knock on the door.
Mother was trembling with fear and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground. But she looked at the two bloodless children, stood up calmly at once, tiptoed to the door and peeped through the door. Although I couldn't see each other's faces clearly, the corner of the uniform also made my mother break out in a cold sweat. Living in Qingdao, a "colonial" city, you often meet "soldiers" from all over the world. But this is the first time we have met so close at home. Mother had a premonition of bad luck and prepared for the worst. At that time, she had only one thought, and that was to save the child's life. Mom thought like this, so she hurried back and winked at Big Brother. Eldest brother got the message, dragged the second brother into the bedroom and bolted it from the inside.
Mother opened the door trembling.
Outside stood a little soldier in a five-pointed star hat and military uniform. He stood by the door with his back straight, his hands on the trousers line, and smiled at his mother with a childlike face.
Mother's heart is still hanging, and she can't even look at the little soldier. She whispered "Little Boss" and asked him what was wrong.
The little soldier began to call him "aunt" and then asked his mother to call him "comrade".
When the little soldier said these words, his face was cheerful, and his mother just listened in fear and didn't dare to relax her vigilance. This "little boss" will never call him "comrade" just by asking his mother to come to the door!
Sure enough, the little soldier's eyes began to stare at the big steel pot on the top of my cabinet. He said that the troops cooked with stoves and wanted to borrow steel pots to wash rice.
The little soldier speaks the southern dialect, which his mother doesn't quite understand, but his eyes speak for themselves.
At that time, the steel pot was a luxury. My mother saved money to buy it, which is my mother's favorite thing. But when my mother heard that the "little boss" just wanted to "borrow" a steel pot, a stone in her heart immediately fell to the ground. As long as the "little boss" doesn't hurt the child, she is willing to let him take anything more valuable than the steel pot.
"Thank you, aunt. We'll pay you back when we're done. " The little soldier took the steel pot and said.
Mother waved her hand again and again: "Take it if you like! Don't give it back to me! " I just want to send him away quickly, and I will never see him again in my life.
After the little soldier left, mother looked at the top of the empty cupboard and was very sad.
The sensible eldest brother comforted his mother that he would break the money and avoid disaster. After all, they came to "borrow", not to rob the house. Thinking about the past experiences, my mother is relieved.
However, the wealth was broken, but it was not spared. Just as the steel cauldron was "borrowed", a more terrible thing fell on the mother's head.
-Tonight, my second brother, who has been enjoying the treatment of "prisoner" because of his mother's negligence, has disappeared. This scared the mother and big brother. The mother and son rushed out of the house in despair and asked their neighbors for help to find their children.
At first, the mother thought that the new "neighbor" was suspected of abducting and selling children. Just, standing in front of their house and looking into the opposite yard, they seem to be having a meeting. Everyone is in a big circle, and an official is gesturing and saying something in the middle. If you meet a child at this time, you must be shot.
I hope the child has gone somewhere else. Helpless mother, with luck, looked for it near Jinzhou Road with her neighbors.
"Did I go to menstruation's house on Wudi Second Road?" Later, the eldest brother reminded his mother in panic.
My elder sister-in-law has no children, and she is very fond of her clever second brother, and her parents often take him to visit relatives. Mother thought about it, then locked the door, took the eldest brother and went straight to Wudi No.2 Road.
In the evening, several passers-by looking for the second brother all failed, and the elder sister-in-law family found no trace of the second brother. In this era of panic and confusion, there are deserters and robbers everywhere, and it seems that there are not many missing second brothers. Desperate mother couldn't help crying under the dim street lamp on this side of the street.
Looking at mother's tears, eldest brother couldn't help it any longer. A man quietly touched the back window of the kitchen facing the street, grabbed the window frame with both hands and eavesdropped on what was going on inside.
After a while, the eldest brother ran out of the back window and shouted in horror: "Mom, mom, it's not good! My little brother was taken into the barracks. I heard him talking inside! "
"what!" Mother jumped up from the ground, put all her fears behind her, ran frantically to the "neighbor's" closed door, knocked on the door and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Xiaoguang, Xiaoguang! Give me my child back! "
Mother's cry soon alarmed the people in the compound. The door suddenly opened from the inside. A man in his thirties looked at his mother with puzzled eyes and asked, "Sister-in-law, who are you looking for?"
"Looking for my little light. My little light was caught by you. " The irrational mother shouted loudly. At this point, she was ready to be shot.
Unexpectedly, the man smiled gently: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, we have a little guy here. I didn't expect him to be your child. " As he spoke, the officer turned his head and whispered a few words to the sentry. The sentry turned and left. In a blink of an eye, the second brother sat on the shoulder of the little soldier who borrowed the pot and proudly appeared in front of his mother with a white steamed bread in his hand.
"Sister-in-law, do you think this is your child?" The officer asked kindly.
Mother rushed up to embrace the second brother's leg and pulled it down hard. The second brother broke free from his mother's hand, and Yu Xing begged his mother to let him play for a while.
It turned out that the second brother was really picked up by two PLA soldiers. The naughty egg forgot to close the door when his mother went to the well in the yard to wash vegetables. After escaping from home, she crossed the street he had been curious about and saw this scene. He sneaked into the compound and saw someone talking on the phone in a room. He felt very novel, so he stuck his little head on the door and peeked for a long time, just wanting to have an "imitation show". I went back to my second brother in the street, wandering around alone, and finally found a quiet place-under a bridge at the intersection. So, he plunged into bridge opening, moved a stone as a telephone, found a stick as a telephone line, vividly imitated the man's voice, and played a "phone call" under the bridge.
Unconsciously, it was dark. The little guy looked at bridge opening, became terrible and lost his sense of direction. He just can't find the exit. He was so scared that he couldn't help crying.
At this time, two patrol sentries passed by the bridge, heard the child crying, and went to the bridge to coax my second brother. Under the guidance of my second brother, they came to my door, only to find that the door was locked and had to take my second brother back to the barracks.
Listening to the officer's story and looking at her unscathed and cheerful son, the mother's eyes filled with tears of gratitude and finally issued a heartfelt and sincere "thank you"!
The news that the second brother recovered soon spread among the people. This miracle made people like their neighbors across the street. This special experience also gave the second brother proud capital. Like a volunteer propagandist, he vividly told everyone about his experience in the military camp: those big brothers are very kind. They gave me food, let me ride a big horse and tell me stories. ...
The next day, as if someone had given an order, all the doors closed by residents on this side of the street were opened, and the children filed out and began to run to the compound across the street. In those beautiful days, the children simply regarded the military camp as their home and often had fun. Then, on Jinzhou Road, which has been silent for many days, children's immature voices sounded: "The sky in the Liberated Area is clear, and the people in the Liberated Area like it very much ..."
What happened next was even more surprising.
It was a morning a few days later. At that time, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and the little soldier stood at the door with my steel pot.
"Aunt, I'm here to return your pot. I also came to apologize to you. " The little soldier put the pot in his mother's hand and put an ocean in the pot.
Mother couldn't believe it when her child came back.
The little soldier told his mother that he should have returned the pot earlier, but because he was not careful when washing rice, the pot fell to the edge of the well platform and broke a hole at the bottom. The cooking squad leader ran several places with the pot before finding the master who shoveled and repaired the pot. But anyway, the pot was damaged, and the chief asked him to bring an ocean as compensation.
After listening to the little soldier's words, mother was shocked. How can there be such an army in this world, not only returning borrowed things, but also compensating for the damaged bottom of the pot?
Mother looked at the bottom of the pot with a piece of brass, thick and strong. Although it is not new, it does not affect the use. So he forced the ocean into the hands of the little soldier.
"I'd appreciate it if you returned the jar to me. I can't take this money. " Mother said firmly.
The little soldier seemed afraid of scalding his hand and put the money on the table in the middle of the room: "Aunt, if you don't accept this money, I will embarrass you. We in the People's Liberation Army have a rule that people should be compensated for anything that damages them. I wanted to buy you a new one, but I couldn't find the same pot halfway around Qingdao, so ... "
Looking at the little soldier's face, mother had to accept the ocean.
That is, from this day on, the door of my house really opened to the opposite "neighbor". "Neighbors" need anything, just go to my house to borrow it; My family needs help, and they will lend a helping hand before my mother can speak. And the soldier who borrowed the pot and returned it has become a frequent visitor to my home. He used his spare time to tell his mother the revolutionary truth, help her clean and look after the children, and feel like a family. Mother affectionately called him Xiao Zhao. The children are very proud of having a brother, Xiao Zhao.
In this way, in June of 1949, the word "liberation" slowly moistened my mother's heart like spring rain. This little woman, who has been locked in pots and pans for many years, suddenly realized that all kinds of shackles that have been put on her body for thousands of years have been completely smashed in the rumble of liberation, and her life has since turned a new page. On the day of celebrating the liberation of Qingdao, my mother held high her colorful flag labeled "liberation" and took to the streets with the sound of gongs and drums.
The joy that "liberation" brings to mothers is unparalleled, and those stories about "liberation" can't be finished. But in my childhood, my mother talked about my brother Xiao Zhao the most. I know this is Ping's mother.
Although I have no personal experience of "liberation", I have never met my lovely and respectable brother Xiao Zhao. But with my mother's story year after year, my brother Xiao Zhao often comes into my dreams. However, my brother Xiao Zhao and my mother are different. He is young and handsome, riding a burly horse, holding his right hand high, making powerful gestures, and telling me in a loud voice that "liberation" means fairness, justice and human dignity.
Trapped in a dream, I chewed the great word "liberation" in my dream, hoping that this dream would never wake up.
Some of them are longer and can be extracted. Eyes, I hope this dream will never wake up.