Red Crossing Chapter 8

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Section 1: Planning Ahead Influenced by the nightmare he had just experienced, Xiao Hu was very worried about Pang Qionghua, his sworn sister Hei Ying. He wondered how she was doing. He greatly admired this sworn sister. She was an incredibly brave woman. In this era, it was no easy task to unite those poor, oppressed women to fight against the powerful. Later history books do not reliably record the final fate of this heroine, Pang Qionghua. One account says she was labeled a Trotskyist by her own comrades and purged. Another account says that after her unit was scattered, she married a businessman, and both she and her husband were captured and killed by the Japanese after the start of the War of Resistance Against Japan. Logically, she was an outstanding representative of the women's liberation movement led by the Communist Party, a figure worthy of being prominently featured. However, she never had a place in the official history of the CCP. The female revolutionaries in official history were mostly the wives of male revolutionaries. It wasn't until the 1960s, with the publication of the revolutionary literary masterpiece, *The Red Detachment of Women*, that her heroic deeds began to spread widely. Yuan Zhenguo, as a staff officer, had access to a considerable amount of intelligence. Pang Xiaohu learned from him that the Black Tassel Society had indeed been reorganized into the women's company of the Hainan Independent Division of the Chinese Workers' and Peasants' Red Army. They, along with other Red Army units, had captured several counties, including the neighboring Lehai County, and were leading the local peasants in a large-scale land redistribution campaign, digging up the gold and silver treasures buried by local tyrants. Recently, the wealthy people in Coconut Grove Town had begun to panic; even when they encountered acquaintances on the street during the day, they would be teased: "Boss, have you buried all your hidden wealth?" At this, they would either deny it vehemently, their faces flushed, or flee in disarray. Yuan Zhenguo also told Xiaohu that his superiors would soon assign him a battalion of regular troops to be stationed in Yudong County. His tasks, besides guarding against the Red Army, included reorganizing Battalion Commander Cui's ragtag army into the 378th Regiment under the 39th Division of the Central Army. After the reorganization, Yuan Zhenguo will become the regimental commander, and the former battalion commander Cui will become the deputy regimental commander. The 39th Division was originally a unit of the Guangdong Army, later incorporated into the Central Army. Now, the 39th Division is directly under the command of the Anti-Communist Headquarters located in the provincial capital, and already has three regiments. With the addition of the newly formed 37th and 38th Regiments, the total strength will reach 10,000 men. It seems that a fierce struggle between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party in this area is about to begin. Pang Xiaohu feels caught between the two major forces. What role should he play? His only goal is to protect his family from harm, but the trend of the world is like a surging torrent, which he is powerless to stop and has no idea what the consequences of his efforts will be. Sister Hei Ying is his sworn sister, and Yuan Zhenguo is his sworn brother; they belong to two completely opposing camps. Pang Xiaohu begins to feel waves of headaches. Will they really fight to the death, just like he saw in his dream? Nan Dechang was overjoyed to learn that Yuan Zhenguo would be leading troops to garrison Yudong County. With Yuan Zhenguo's army, he no longer needed to fear Battalion Commander Cui. Although Battalion Commander Cui had collaborated with Master Nan on many shady dealings, their men frequently clashed. Cui's gang of thugs were notorious for extortion, sometimes even targeting Master Nan's business; the most intense incident involved gunfire. It was only after County Magistrate Wang intervened and mediated. To ensure Yuan Zhenguo's support, Master Nan significantly elevated the status of his seventh concubine, Yuan Ruyu, within the mansion, making her treatment second only to the eldest wife. Furthermore, he heeded Pang Xiaohu's advice and began to heavily rely on Yuan Zhenwu, a distant cousin of the seventh concubine. He had Yuan Zhenwu recruit a large group of strong young men, forming the second guard unit of the Nan mansion. Yuan Zhenwu never dreamed he would have such a glorious day, now able to sit on equal footing with Master Chu in various settings. Of course, he attributed all this to Pang Xiaohu's patronage. Years ago, he had served as a squad leader in the Guangdong Army, and had happened to witness the great battle between Sun Yat-sen and Chen Jiongming, gaining some practical experience. This time, with Master Nan spending a fortune on firearms and ammunition, all his experience came in handy. Following Pang Xiaohu's advice, he devoted himself to training his retainers, ensuring they quickly became familiar with their weapons and mastered modern warfare skills. Pang Xiaohu even borrowed regular army training manuals from Yuan Zhenguo, spending many evenings explaining their contents to Yuan Zhenwu (who was illiterate and couldn't read on his own), greatly benefiting him. Pang Xiaohu understood the importance of force in this world. Yuan Zhenwu's retainers were a crucial piece in his strategy, capable of playing an unimaginable role in critical moments. Two months later, Yuan Zhenguo indeed arrived in Yudong County with a battalion of regular troops. The wealthy people in the county and Yelin Town area breathed a sigh of relief, now having a powerful backer. Upon arrival, Yuan Zhenguo immediately began reorganizing and dismantling Battalion Commander Cui's ragtag army, training the undisciplined soldiers in military discipline and various skills. Battalion Commander Cui, of course, didn't want to be stripped of his command. However, these were state-funded regular troops, far superior in weaponry and training to his men. If he disobeyed orders, his only option was to recruit his men into banditry. In that case, he would likely face attacks from both the Central Army and the Communist Red Army. Left with no other choice, he reluctantly accepted the reorganization. He regretted not heeding the advice of a chivalrous woman and learning useful skills, instead becoming a rough man who only knew how to fight. Yuan Zhenguo also officially appointed Pang Xiaohu as a second lieutenant liaison officer for the 378th Regiment of the 39th Division stationed in Yelin Town. On the surface, this was a great favor to his brother-in-law, Nan Dechang, but in reality, he was thinking of his sworn brother. With Pang Xiaohu acting as the liaison, he was now officially an official and no longer needed to obey Nan Dechang's orders. Yuan Zhenguo handled this matter shrewdly. When he first discussed it with Nan Dechang, he didn't mention Pang Xiaohu's name, only saying that he needed a literate young man as a liaison and asking if Nan Dechang had a suitable candidate. Nan Dechang proactively recommended Pang Xiaohu, which he readily accepted. Only his sister, Yuan Ruyu, and Xiaohu's sister, Pang Juhua, knew about their sworn brotherhood, so this didn't arouse any suspicion from Nan Dechang. Yuan Zhenguo even sent his orderly with a brand-new 20-shot Mauser pistol and 250 rounds of ammunition for Xiaohu's self-defense. Although Xiaohu later learned a great deal about firearms and ammunition from books, unfortunately, he never actually fired a gun. He participated in military training during university, but unfortunately, he missed the opportunity due to food poisoning on the day of live-fire exercises. He was overjoyed to receive the Mauser pistol and ran off to a secluded spot in the countryside to test it out. He became increasingly excited with each shot, firing single shots and then bursts, reducing his 250 rounds to just twenty. He had to stop. "Next time I see Brother Yuan, I'll have to ask him for more bullets," he thought. Little did he know that a spendthrift like him was a rare find in this era. Besides their shared interests, Yuan Zhenguo now had another reason to maintain his closeness with Pang Xiaohu: he wanted to use it to seduce Xiaohu's sister, Pang Juhua. Although he had met Pang Juhua a few times, either Yuan Ruyu or Xiaohu was always present, leaving him little opportunity for a private conversation. This distance only amplified Pang Juhua's allure. He didn't understand her intentions, but her appearance and demeanor drove him mad; her clothes and every gesture seemed to possess an irresistible magic. Her beautiful, gentle face and shapely, voluptuous body appeared in Yuan Zhenguo's dreams almost every night. Pang Juhua was particularly shy in his presence, making her seem less like a married woman and more like a naive young woman. Yuan Zhenguo, of course, had no idea that this was all a scheme by his good friend Pang Xiaohu. He had been tricked. Xiaohu had recently spent a lot of time coaching his sister. He patiently explained male psychology to her and taught her many techniques for attracting men, including eye contact, tone of voice, how to sway her breasts and hips while walking, and how to "accidentally" expose herself, letting men catch a glimpse of fleeting beauty. He had also designed several new, beautiful, and sexy outfits for her, along with elegant hairstyles, all of which perfectly showcased her youthful femininity. Pang Juhua had a blind adoration and faith in her brother. Although she also liked Yuan Zhenguo, she suppressed her desires and, following her brother's instructions step by step, subtly seduced him. Now, Yuan Zhenguo was madly in love with her, yet also felt she possessed a mysterious, ethereal quality, and dared not offend her in the slightest. Yuan Zhenguo concealed his true feelings well from his sister, Yuan Ruyu, so she was unaware of her brother's inner thoughts. She only noticed that Pang Juhua's recent clothing choices were novel, unique, and stylish, though made from inexpensive fabrics, they were exceptionally beautiful, far surpassing the attire of the wealthy women and ladies she knew. Under her persistent questioning, Pang Juhua finally confessed that these clothes were all from Pang Xiao...Tiger specially designed and tailored the clothes according to her figure, and then she sewed them herself. "No wonder they fit so well and look so good. Is there anything in this world that Little Tiger can't do?" Yuan Ruyu really wanted Pang Juhua to call Little Tiger over immediately so he could tailor a set of clothes just as beautiful and form-fitting for her. After thinking about it, she still didn't dare to ask. Little Tiger had already spoken to her brother-in-law, Old Dong, telling him not to come looking for her sister unless necessary. How could Dong Yifu dare to offend his brother-in-law now? Even if Little Tiger were to force him to separate from Pang Juhua right away, he would probably agree. He was already impotent in bed, and he was content with being able to eat and drink well. As for the Dong family line, he had several cousins in the county, and he thought he could just ask them to adopt a son. That way, he could also give his father an explanation. After arranging a lot of things at the Nan Mansion, Little Tiger asked Master Nan for a month's leave. He wanted to go back to Pangjia Village to visit his parents, sisters, and brothers. Nan Dechang initially didn't want to grant him leave, given the tense situation; he needed a capable person by his side to handle any unexpected events. However, Xiao Hu said that Pangjia Village was near a communist-controlled area, and he could find out a lot about the Communist Party and the Red Army there. Upon hearing this, Master Nan immediately changed his mind, not only granting him leave but also asking if Xiao Hu needed any assistance. Xiao Hu seized the opportunity to say that his uncle, Commander Yuan, had given him a Mauser pistol, which he wanted to take home for self-defense. However, he didn't have enough bullets and wondered if Master Nan had any. Master Nan immediately summoned Fourth Master Chu and asked him to spare ten bullets from his Mauser pistol for Pang Xiao Hu. Pang Xiao Hu secretly chuckled as he received the bullets from Fourth Master Chu, because Fourth Master Chu's expression was even more unpleasant than if someone had slept with his own sister. Chapter 2: A Shocking Change in the Mountain Village Pang Xiao Hu bid farewell to his eldest sister and set off alone on the mountain road home. He hadn't been home for over two years and missed his parents, sisters, and brothers dearly. Originally, his eldest sister wanted to go back with him, but recently several counties had seen revolutionary movements, and Xiao Hu was afraid that if he took her along, he wouldn't be able to guarantee her safety if something happened. Besides, he also wanted to take this opportunity to go deep into the mountains to find his eldest sister, Hei Ying, and discuss the recent situation. That was an even more dangerous place, and he couldn't take her with him. Besides his pistol and bullets, the bundle on his back contained a lot of food and gifts for his family, as well as nearly one hundred silver dollars he had saved. He received five silver dollars a month in the Southern Prefecture, and as a second lieutenant liaison officer, the Central Army also gave him fifteen silver dollars a month in military pay—an income that was definitely high in Coconut Grove Town. Before leaving, he had entrusted Liang Yongfu and Nan Huiying to use his advance dividend to buy a detached house in Yudong County, where his eldest sister, Pang Juhua, had moved in. The house was on a street not far from Liang's Silk Shop and Xi Shi Inn. Because Yuan Zhenguo's 378th Regiment was stationed there, Xiaohu felt the county town was relatively safe. He didn't buy a house in Yelin Town because he foresaw that it would eventually be occupied by the Red Army. At that time, Nan Dechang's residence would definitely be a prime target; guns don't discriminate, and all sorts of accidents could happen. The scenes of fighting landlords and distributing land in later films and dance dramas about the Red Detachment of Women had left a deep impression on him, and he didn't want his older sister to risk staying there. He had already helped her resign from her job at the Nan family mansion, allowing her to focus on learning tailoring and sewing at home. For this purpose, Xiaohu drew many novel and beautiful clothing designs suitable for the local climate, which she practiced repeatedly at home. Pang Juhua was kind-hearted and hardworking, but she didn't have any extraordinary talent. Xiaohu's plan was to train her into a highly skilled tailor, so that even if he wasn't by her side, she could support herself with her skills. He was quite confident in this. As he approached Pangjia Village, he encountered a familiar old woman, the aunt of Pang Laosan, the village's notorious rogue. Because Xiaohu had grown much taller than when he left home, she didn't recognize him; he was the one who approached her to greet her. Xiaohu asked about his family, and the old woman vaguely replied that everything was fine before hurrying away, as if afraid of having anything to do with Pang Xiaohu. Pang Xiaohu couldn't help but feel suspicious. Had something bad happened at home? He pulled his straw hat down a little, covering most of his face, and then avoided the passersby as he walked home. By the time he reached his door, it was almost dark. He didn't go in immediately but hid and observed for a while. Finding nothing suspicious, he then knocked on the door. His third sister, Pang Guihua, and his younger brother, Pang Xiaobao, opened the door. Pang Guihua had been eagerly awaiting Xiaohu's return, but now that she saw him, she was somewhat hesitant to recognize him. When Pang Xiaohu left home, he was a typical child, but now he's almost a grown man. He's only fourteen, but his physical development has been rapid in the past two years; he's grown a head taller and much stronger than he did two years ago. Pang Xiaobao timidly asked from the side, "Are you...brother?" Xiaohu smiled and nodded, then he and his sister Pang Guihua shouted and rushed into Xiaohu's arms. "Mom, Xiaohu's back!" After a moment of affection, Guihua and Xiaobao pulled Pang Xiaohu into the house, one on each side. The house was dimly lit. A familiar woman's figure ran towards Xiaohu, followed by a three-year-old child. Xiaohu smelled that long-lost, familiar scent, and he cried out, "Mom!" Tears immediately streamed down his face. He was tightly embraced by Wang Yumei, who didn't want to let go for a long time. His mother's collar was open, and she pressed her breast against Xiaohu's face. Her nipples were wet. She had probably just breastfed her younger brother, Pang Xiaoniu; her nipple still bore traces of milk and the calf's saliva. In the countryside, mothers often put their nipples in their children's mouths to put them to sleep at night, regardless of whether the child had been weaned. Wang Yumei was indeed trying to put Pang Xiaoniu to sleep, but he kept fussing and wouldn't go. Now he was even more unable to sleep. Pang Xiaoniu was a late talker and couldn't call out "brother" yet, but he seemed to know that the "big" person in front of him was his family. So he generously stretched out his little hands, wanting to be held. Pang Xiaohu picked up his younger brother from the ground and kissed him on the cheek. Wang Yumei was going to cook for her son, but Xiaohu stopped her, saying there was no rush. Pang Guihua went to get a stool for her younger brother and poured him a glass of cold water. Pang Xiaobao, on the other hand, tugged at his older brother's clothes, chattering away, regardless of whether he was listening or not. In the past two years, the family's financial burden had eased, and their father, Pang Dashan, had taken the time to build two more rooms next to their original thatched hut. The original room had become the main hall, and the other two rooms served as bedrooms. Pang Xiaohu looked around and found that all the rooms were dirty and messy, and the bedroom floors were uneven. This was very different from his original memory. Although his family was poor, his mother and three older sisters were very hardworking, and the house was always extremely tidy and clean. He asked, "What happened at home? Where's Father? Why isn't Second Sister home?" Wang Yumei said, "Xiaohu, rest for a while and have some water. We'll tell you right away." Xiaohu said, "Okay." He picked up the bowl of cold water and took a big gulp. After walking for most of the day on the mountain road, he was indeed thirsty and hungry, but he had no appetite for food. Next, he learned from his mother, Wang Yumei, and his third sister, Pang Guihua, what had happened after he left. In fact, it was mainly the things that had happened in the last two months. Pangjia Village had also been "reddened," and a farmers' association had been established. The chairman of the farmers' association was none other than Pang Laosan, that idle and lazy bachelor. According to Wang Yumei, the mother, over two months ago, several outsiders came to Pangjia Village and mobilized the villagers to organize a farmers' association. They said that the neighboring Lijia Village had already established a farmers' association, and that everything would be decided by it. Some villagers initially wanted to elect Pang Dashan, Xiaohu's father, as the head of the association, because he was upright and had a good reputation among the villagers. However, a female committee member surnamed Hu proposed that the poorest person in the village be the head, saying that the poorer the family, the more steadfast their revolutionary stance. Pang Laosan had gambled away all the land his father had left him and all his family's possessions in the past two years, becoming truly destitute. Naturally, he was seen as a key member of the revolutionary movement by the outsiders who came to promote the revolution. Pang Laosan was also eloquent; his passionate speech, coupled with a few newly learned revolutionary slogans, moved even Director Xia, who had come from the provincial capital to investigate the revolutionary situation. Thus, Pang Laosan became the powerful head of the farmers' association. At first, he did a decent job, organizing several troubled young men in the village who were usually notorious for their misbehavior. They wore red armbands and busied themselves with official business. These men used to have a bad reputation in the village. Stealing chickens and dogs, not returning borrowed items, and peeping at women bathing were their specialties. Now they were all members of the farmers' association, and they were very serious about their work. The villagers praised Pang Laosan for his resourcefulness and for doing a great service for the village. But gradually, their old habits returned. They would either arbitrarily requisition grain and other things from villagers' homes, or...They were harassing other people's daughters and wives. The villagers, having suffered this injustice, finally snapped and, led by Pang Dashan, fought back, giving those good-for-nothing youths a sound beating. Pang Laosan also behaved himself for a while. But a month later, the situation changed drastically. A wave of land reform and land redistribution swept through the surrounding villages. The villagers of Pangjia Village were either hunters or self-cultivating farmers; none of them qualified to be landlords. So, initially, everyone watched and observed the excitement of other villages. Later, rumors began to circulate that Pang Dashan's son, Pang Xiaohu, was a steward in the household of the notorious landlord Nan Dechang in Yelin Town, and that his family must be much wealthier than the average landlord. They even claimed that there was a lot of gold and silver buried under his bed. Pang Dashan and his wife, Wang Yumei, vehemently denied this, but the rumors only grew stronger. The men he had beaten up started inciting some villagers to go to his house to dig up his hidden treasure. Some villagers were ignorant, while others were simply jealous of Pang Dashan's family. They thought that if they could find some valuables, they might benefit from it. Pang Dashan also had many supporters, but they couldn't withstand the overwhelming numbers of the farmers' association, plus a large group of reinforcements that Pang Laosan had called from neighboring villages. These men, armed with broadswords and spears, completely surrounded Pang Dashan's house. Finally, the patriarch of the Pang family intervened, persuading Pang Dashan to allow the farmers' association to dig for valuables, but on the condition that they wouldn't harm Pang Dashan's family. Pang Dashan had no choice but to agree. Pang Laosan and his men ransacked Pang Dashan's house, turning it inside out, digging deep under the beds and in other suspicious places, smashing all the jars and pots, but ultimately found nothing of value. Pang Laosan snatched the brass pipe that had once belonged to Pang Dashan from his belt, pointed it at Pang Dashan's nose, and said aggressively, "You've hidden it well this time, but we'll see about this later!" Pang Dashan knew that Pang Laosan was settling a personal score, and he was furious. But he knew he couldn't fight these unreasonable guys alone; perhaps they were even hoping he would make the first move! He suppressed his anger and watched Pang Laosan and his gang leave triumphantly. Only after they left did the family begin to clean up their house, repair the damaged ground, start a fire, cook, and so on. Of course, many villagers sympathized with Pang Dashan, but they were all timid and afraid to provoke the bullying gang of farmers. Some of them had been bullied by Pang Laosan's group before, and they had all come to Pang Dashan, asking him to stand up for them and seek justice. Now that it was Pang Dashan's turn to be unlucky, they hid behind and dared not stand up, not even willing to say a word of justice. Thanks to the help from Pang Juhua and Xiao Hu in the past two years, Pang Dashan's family's life had improved considerably, and they had managed to store some grain. The farmers' association members weren't interested in the grain, but they did steal several pretty floral-patterned clothes and trousers belonging to Wang Yumei and her two daughters. These clothes were bought by Xiao Hu in the county town and then brought back to them by someone. Pang Xinghua and Pang Guihua were heartbroken to lose their beloved clothes and cried for a long time with their mother, Wang Yumei. But this wasn't the end of it. Pang Laosan had established his authority in Pangjia Village through the "dig for floating treasures" incident, and no villager dared to provoke him. Even when he openly bullied people, they could only swallow their anger. Several of his men would go to Pang Dashan's house every few days to hurl insults and provoke him, their language becoming increasingly offensive. Because Pang Dashan's family ignored them, they became even more brazen. Ten days ago, Pang Xinghua, the second sister, was returning home from chopping firewood when two men stopped and harassed her. Wang Yumei discovered this and ran out of the house to protect her daughter. Taking advantage of the situation, they grabbed Wang Yumei and reached inside her clothes to grope her breasts. The cries of his daughter and wife drove Pang Dashan to the brink of madness. He grabbed a carrying pole and rushed out of the house, breaking one of the men's shinbones with a single blow. The other man fled in terror. Upon learning this, Pang Laosan immediately sent men to the neighboring Lijia Village to fetch the newly formed peasant Red Guards, a group of dozens, each carrying gleaming spears. He told them that a member of the Pangjia Village peasant association had been injured by a local bully whose son was the steward of the infamous Nanbatian. The Red Guards were enraged. They swarmed to Pang Dashan's house, bound him without explanation, and took him away. Wang Yumei and her two daughters wept bitterly at home. Little Leopard and Little Cow, too young to understand what had happened, also cried along with their mother and sisters. Later, Pang Xinghua remembered Pang Xiaohu's good friend, Pang Wanchun. After his father died, his mother remarried and moved to Lijia Village. He went with his mother and changed his surname to Li; now he was called Li Wanchun. Li Wanchun's stepfather had asked someone to find Pang Dashan to arrange a marriage for his eldest son from his previous marriage, wanting Pang Xinghua to marry him. Because Xiaohu had told his parents before going to Yelin Town not to marry off his two older sisters easily, but to get his consent first, Pang Dashan did not immediately agree to the marriage with the Li family. To save her father, Pang Xinghua packed a few things and ran to Lijia Village alone with a bundle. She wanted to ask Li Wanchun's stepfather for help in rescuing her father. Wang Yumei couldn't stop her, and besides, she couldn't think of any other way, so she had to let her daughter go. Yesterday, Pang Xinghua sent someone back with a message saying that Pang Dashan was still being held by the Red Guards of Lijia Village. Li Wanchun had also joined the Red Guards, and his stepfather was the vice president of the Lijia Village Farmers' Association. Although Pang Dashan was beaten when he was first arrested, Li Wanchun and his stepfather assured her that they would not let her father suffer again. Pang Xinghua temporarily stayed at the Li family's house, saying that she would keep her promise and marry the eldest son of the Li family as soon as they released her father. This is why Pang Xiaohu did not see his father Pang Dashan and his second sister Pang Xinghua when he returned home. Pang Xiaohu was furious: he never expected that his struggles in Coconut Grove Town would not only bring no benefit to his family, but would also cause his father Pang Dashan to suffer, and even his second sister Pang Xinghua would be lost. Section 3: Crawling into his mother's bed Pang Xiaohu stared blankly at the large bundle he had brought home. There were hundreds of silver dollars in the bundle. If he had returned a few months earlier, these silver dollars would have been confiscated by Pang Laosan and his gang as valuables. In that case, his father Pang Dashan might have been arrested and struggled against by the peasant association as a big landlord, and might even have been executed. He suddenly remembered the famous saying of the founding father, "Revolution is not a dinner party." It seems revolution really is a dangerous game; one wrong move and you could lose your head. The most urgent thing now is to find a way to rescue my father, Pang Dashan, as soon as possible. Although he's not in immediate danger, things could change later. The key to this matter lies with Pang Laosan. He was injured in the arm by Pang Xiaohu with a machete after Pang Xiaohu failed to rape Pang Juhua; he certainly won't let my family go. We must eliminate him completely to ensure our family's safety. Pang Xiaohu opened the bundle and took out the pistol and bullets. Wang Yumei and Pang Guihua had never seen a gun before; their eyes were drawn to the hundreds of gleaming silver dollars in the bundle. "Xiaohu, are all these silver dollars yours?" Wang Yumei asked in a trembling voice. In a famine year, a single silver dollar could save a family's life. She seemed to have forgotten the trouble her family had just gotten into because of that fictitious "windfall." “Mom, these silver dollars all belong to our family,” Xiao Hu emphasized the word “our.” “Can you find a safe place to hide them?” he asked. “Yes!” “Yes!” Wang Yumei and her daughter Guihua answered almost simultaneously. Xiao Hu smiled; in those days, having some money was more reassuring than anything else. To be honest, poor people would take any risk for money, and they wouldn't even consider the trouble that money could cause. Later, Pang Guihua came up with a brilliant idea that even Xiao Hu praised: bury the silver dollars under the bed, but dig the hole even deeper. That day, almost the entire village saw Pang Laosan digging three feet deep in their house, starting under the bed—they would never have thought to dig there again. The family got to work immediately, even Xiao Bao helped carry the soil. Little Niu, not yet three years old, also helped by bringing water for his mother and siblings. They quickly buried most of the silver dollars, leaving only seven or eight silver dollars and a handful of copper coins outside. This was enough for the family to live on for more than half a year. It was almost dawn, and everyone was hungry. Xiao Hu took out a large oil paper package from his bundle, containing sesame seed cakes that Chen Ma had bought in Coconut Grove Town as provisions for his journey. He knew his parents and siblings had never eaten such things before, so he hadn't eaten any on the way, only some roasted sweet potatoes his eldest sister had prepared for him. Wang Yumei and the other children ate the fragrant cakes with cold water, a smile spreading across her face. Her exceptionally clever eldest son was back; everything would be much easier. She believed Xiao Hu would definitely find a way to rescue his father. After working late into the night, Pang Xiaoniu was already fast asleep in his mother's arms. Pang Guihua and Pang Xiaobao were also so sleepy they could barely keep their eyes open. Pang Xiao Hu first carried Xiaobao to a straw-covered bed in a nearby room, where Xiaobao usually slept with his two older sisters. Xiao Hu...He covered him with the blanket. When Xiao Hu returned to the main room, Wang Yumei had already taken Xiao Niu to another room. Pang Xinghua squinted her eyes and opened her arms to Xiao Hu, as if asking him to carry her to bed. Although she was the older sister, she had always regarded Xiao Hu as her older brother since childhood, and Xiao Hu loved her like a younger sister. Xiao Hu went over and picked up his third sister. Xinghua was well-developed, just like her mother and two older sisters. Xiao Hu carried her to the bedroom, her face pressed against his neck, her hair disheveled, tickling his ears. The unique scent of a young girl emanating from his third sister was very pleasant. Xiao Hu's heart was filled with warmth: it felt so good to be with his family. He put his third sister on the big bed, pulled the blanket that Xiao Bao had rolled into a ball, and covered them both up. He looked around and realized he couldn't sleep there because the blanket wasn't big enough. That quilt was originally shared by him and his three older sisters when he was little. Now they were all grown up, and it could only barely cover Xinghua and Xiaobao. It was hot in the mountains during the day, but chilly at night, and it was hard to fall asleep without a quilt. There used to be an even older quilt at home, but when the farmers' association came to dig for treasure, it was carelessly thrown on the ground and trampled on by onlookers, eventually becoming torn to shreds and unusable. Pang Xiaohu turned and went into another room. He had hoped to sleep with his mother and relive the beautiful dream of his childhood. Wang Yumei seemed to be waiting for him too; Xiao Niu was sleeping soundly beside her, snoring. Seeing Xiaohu come in, she lifted a corner of the quilt and said, "Xiaohu, you're here? Quickly take off your clothes and come in." Xiaohu stripped naked and crawled in. He found that Wang Yumei was also naked. She hugged his head, put her nipple in his mouth, and said in a smitten voice, "Xiaohu, my darling, my precious child..." Xiao Hu knew his mother had been living in fear and under immense pressure lately, and he felt deeply sorry for her. She must miss her father terribly, and Xiao Hu felt it was his duty to comfort her. He gently suckled at his mother's nipple while tenderly stroking her body. Gradually, he heard her moaning again, exactly the same moans her father made when he fucked her in bed as a child. Wang Yumei quickly became intoxicated by her son's kisses and caresses. Her son's body was still developing, far less robust than her husband's. But he could soothe her empty heart like her husband had, making her feel that she had a pillar of support in the family. Later, her son lay between her legs, sucking hard on her vulva. It was a feeling that brought her to the brink of ecstasy; her husband, Pang Dashan, had never sucked on that part of her like this. She touched her son's crotch and felt his tender penis; it was so cute. She couldn't resist taking it into her warm mouth, and heard her son let out a heavy groan. His soft penis immediately began to swell and swell with blood… That night, Xiao Hu had several dreams. He dreamt of his mother, a surgeon in his future life, bathing with him when he was five. While bathing, she explained the differences between male and female genitalia to him, and even allowed him to touch her private parts with his little hands. Later, he dreamt of his mother-in-law. He was sick with a high fever. His wife happened to be away on a business trip, and his mother-in-law took time off to take care of him. She stayed by his bedside, feeding him medicine. He cried, grabbing his mother-in-law and calling her "Mom." After giving him water, his mother-in-law helped him lie down and covered him with a blanket. In his hazy state, he felt a warm hand touching his forehead, then his face. He grabbed that hand and kissed it, falling asleep like that. He also dreamt of his wedding night with his future wife, lying on top of her, desperately sucking on her nipples. So many years had passed, and his memory of his wife had become rather hazy. What he remembered most clearly was her breasts. The shape was probably similar to his eldest sister Pang Juhua's breasts, and the size was likely the same as his mother's, slightly smaller than Nan Huiying's. Xiao Hu didn't get out of bed until after noon the next day. He stayed home and instructed his family not to tell anyone that he had returned. Because the head of the family, Pang Dashan, had been captured by the Red Guards and his fate was unknown, most villagers avoided them and no longer visited their home as often as before. Even the families who were particularly close to them dared not openly associate with them, fearing trouble from the peasant association. Xiao Hu stayed home with his mother and siblings, learning from them about the peasant association unrest in the area. The general situation was similar to the descriptions in later history textbooks, but not entirely the same; many negative aspects were intentionally or unintentionally ignored or concealed by the authors. For example, Wangjia'ao, twenty miles from Pangjia Village, could be considered a typical example of the failure of the peasant movement. Because the clan power there was particularly strong, the villagers all listened to the Wang clan chief. However, that clan chief was a fair and just man, and his family didn't own much land or property, so he wasn't a target of the Communist revolution. No matter how much the outside peasant movement work team stirred things up in Wangjia'ao, it was to no avail; nobody listened to them. Later, a rumor spread that the Communist Party intended to implement "communist wives," meaning that anyone who followed the Communist Party, even if too poor to marry, could take other people's wives. This finally stirred up a few restless individuals. They, along with several thugs from a neighboring village, stormed into the clan chief's house in the middle of the night, shouting revolutionary slogans. They tied him up while he was still asleep and then gang-raped his beautiful wife in front of him. This incident ignited the fury of the vast majority of the Wang family villagers. Hearing the news, they grabbed hoes and sticks and rushed over. Led by the clan chief's brother, they swarmed in, beating two of the rapists to death on the spot, breaking the limbs of the rest, and setting fire to the houses of the affected families. Fortunately, the members of the peasant movement work team received the news; they fled for their lives that very night and never dared to set foot in Wangjia'ao again! Pang Xiaohu stayed home until dark, ate something, then found a set of tattered black clothes belonging to his father, put them on, loaded the Mauser pistol, tucked it into his waistband, and covered his head with a black cloth. Three holes were cut in the cloth, leaving only his eyes to see where he was going and his nose and mouth for breathing; he looked like a terrorist from a later era. He told his mother he was going to rescue his father and asked them to stay home and wait patiently. If it were any other child, a mother would certainly be worried. But Xiaohu had brought so much shock to the family since childhood, and Wang Yumei had absolute faith in her son. She only gave him a few words of advice, telling him to be careful. After leaving home, Pang Xiaohu stealthily made his way towards the Pang family ancestral hall under the cover of darkness. [To be continued]The village had little land and property, and was not considered an object of the Communist revolution. No matter how much the outside peasant movement work team stirred up trouble in Wangjia'ao, it was to no avail; nobody listened to them. Later, a rumor spread that the Communist Party intended to implement "communist wives," meaning that anyone who followed the Communist Party, even if too poor to marry, could take another man's wife. This finally stirred up a few restless individuals. They, along with some hooligans from neighboring villages, stormed into the village chief's house in the middle of the night, shouting revolutionary slogans. They tied up the sleeping chief and then gang-raped his beautiful wife in front of him. This incident ignited the fury of the vast majority of the Wang family villagers. Hearing the news, they grabbed hoes and sticks and rushed over. Led by the chief's brother, they swarmed in, killing two of the rapists on the spot, breaking the limbs of the rest, and burning down the houses of these families. Fortunately, the members of the peasant movement work team received the news and fled for their lives that very night, never daring to set foot in Wangjia'ao again! Pang Xiaohu stayed home until dark, ate something, then found a set of his father's tattered black clothes and put them on. He loaded the Mauser pistol with bullets and tucked it into his waistband, covering his head with a black cloth. Three holes were cut in the cloth, leaving only his eyes to see where he was going and his nose and mouth for breathing, making him look like a terrorist from a later era. He told his mother he was going to rescue his father and asked them to stay home and wait patiently. If it were any other child, a mother would certainly be worried. But Xiaohu had brought so much shock to the family since childhood, instilling in Wang Yumei absolute faith in her son. She only gave him a few words of advice, telling him to be careful. After leaving home, Pang Xiaohu stealthily made his way towards the Pang family ancestral hall under the cover of darkness. [To be continued]The village had little land and property, and was not considered an object of the Communist revolution. No matter how much the outside peasant movement work team stirred up trouble in Wangjia'ao, it was to no avail; nobody listened to them. Later, a rumor spread that the Communist Party intended to implement "communist wives," meaning that anyone who followed the Communist Party, even if too poor to marry, could take another man's wife. This finally stirred up a few restless individuals. They, along with some hooligans from neighboring villages, stormed into the village chief's house in the middle of the night, shouting revolutionary slogans. They tied up the sleeping chief and then gang-raped his beautiful wife in front of him. This incident ignited the fury of the vast majority of the Wang family villagers. Hearing the news, they grabbed hoes and sticks and rushed over. Led by the chief's brother, they swarmed in, killing two of the rapists on the spot, breaking the limbs of the rest, and burning down the houses of these families. Fortunately, the members of the peasant movement work team received the news and fled for their lives that very night, never daring to set foot in Wangjia'ao again! Pang Xiaohu stayed home until dark, ate something, then found a set of his father's tattered black clothes and put them on. He loaded the Mauser pistol with bullets and tucked it into his waistband, covering his head with a black cloth. Three holes were cut in the cloth, leaving only his eyes to see where he was going and his nose and mouth for breathing, making him look like a terrorist from a later era. He told his mother he was going to rescue his father and asked them to stay home and wait patiently. If it were any other child, a mother would certainly be worried. But Xiaohu had brought so much shock to the family since childhood, instilling in Wang Yumei absolute faith in her son. She only gave him a few words of advice, telling him to be careful. After leaving home, Pang Xiaohu stealthily made his way towards the Pang family ancestral hall under the cover of darkness. [To be continued]The village had little land and property, and was not considered an object of the Communist revolution. No matter how much the outside peasant movement work team stirred up trouble in Wangjia'ao, it was to no avail; nobody listened to them. Later, a rumor spread that the Communist Party intended to implement "communist wives," meaning that anyone who followed the Communist Party, even if too poor to marry, could take another man's wife. This finally stirred up a few restless individuals. They, along with some hooligans from neighboring villages, stormed into the village chief's house in the middle of the night, shouting revolutionary slogans. They tied up the sleeping chief and then gang-raped his beautiful wife in front of him. This incident ignited the fury of the vast majority of the Wang family villagers. Hearing the news, they grabbed hoes and sticks and rushed over. Led by the chief's brother, they swarmed in, killing two of the rapists on the spot, breaking the limbs of the rest, and burning down the houses of these families. Fortunately, the members of the peasant movement work team received the news and fled for their lives that very night, never daring to set foot in Wangjia'ao again! Pang Xiaohu stayed home until dark, ate something, then found a set of his father's tattered black clothes and put them on. He loaded the Mauser pistol with bullets and tucked it into his waistband, covering his head with a black cloth. Three holes were cut in the cloth, leaving only his eyes to see where he was going and his nose and mouth for breathing, making him look like a terrorist from a later era. He told his mother he was going to rescue his father and asked them to stay home and wait patiently. If it were any other child, a mother would certainly be worried. But Xiaohu had brought so much shock to the family since childhood, instilling in Wang Yumei absolute faith in her son. She only gave him a few words of advice, telling him to be careful. After leaving home, Pang Xiaohu stealthily made his way towards the Pang family ancestral hall under the cover of darkness. [To be continued]The village had little land and property, and was not considered an object of the Communist revolution. No matter how much the outside peasant movement work team stirred up trouble in Wangjia'ao, it was to no avail; nobody listened to them. Later, a rumor spread that the Communist Party intended to implement "communist wives," meaning that anyone who followed the Communist Party, even if too poor to marry, could take another man's wife. This finally stirred up a few restless individuals. They, along with some hooligans from neighboring villages, stormed into the village chief's house in the middle of the night, shouting revolutionary slogans. They tied up the sleeping chief and then gang-raped his beautiful wife in front of him. This incident ignited the fury of the vast majority of the Wang family villagers. Hearing the news, they grabbed hoes and sticks and rushed over. Led by the chief's brother, they swarmed in, killing two of the rapists on the spot, breaking the limbs of the rest, and burning down the houses of these families. Fortunately, the members of the peasant movement work team received the news and fled for their lives that very night, never daring to set foot in Wangjia'ao again! Pang Xiaohu stayed home until dark, ate something, then found a set of his father's tattered black clothes and put them on. He loaded the Mauser pistol with bullets and tucked it into his waistband, covering his head with a black cloth. Three holes were cut in the cloth, leaving only his eyes to see where he was going and his nose and mouth for breathing, making him look like a terrorist from a later era. He told his mother he was going to rescue his father and asked them to stay home and wait patiently. If it were any other child, a mother would certainly be worried. But Xiaohu had brought so much shock to the family since childhood, instilling in Wang Yumei absolute faith in her son. She only gave him a few words of advice, telling him to be careful. After leaving home, Pang Xiaohu stealthily made his way towards the Pang family ancestral hall under the cover of darkness. [To be continued]The village had little land and property, and was not considered an object of the Communist revolution. No matter how much the outside peasant movement work team stirred up trouble in Wangjia'ao, it was to no avail; nobody listened to them. Later, a rumor spread that the Communist Party intended to implement "communist wives," meaning that anyone who followed the Communist Party, even if too poor to marry, could take another man's wife. This finally stirred up a few restless individuals. They, along with some hooligans from neighboring villages, stormed into the village chief's house in the middle of the night, shouting revolutionary slogans. They tied up the sleeping chief and then gang-raped his beautiful wife in front of him. This incident ignited the fury of the vast majority of the Wang family villagers. Hearing the news, they grabbed hoes and sticks and rushed over. Led by the chief's brother, they swarmed in, killing two of the rapists on the spot, breaking the limbs of the rest, and burning down the houses of these families. Fortunately, the members of the peasant movement work team received the news and fled for their lives that very night, never daring to set foot in Wangjia'ao again! Pang Xiaohu stayed home until dark, ate something, then found a set of his father's tattered black clothes and put them on. He loaded the Mauser pistol with bullets and tucked it into his waistband, covering his head with a black cloth. Three holes were cut in the cloth, leaving only his eyes to see where he was going and his nose and mouth for breathing, making him look like a terrorist from a later era. He told his mother he was going to rescue his father and asked them to stay home and wait patiently. If it were any other child, a mother would certainly be worried. But Xiaohu had brought so much shock to the family since childhood, instilling in Wang Yumei absolute faith in her son. She only gave him a few words of advice, telling him to be careful. After leaving home, Pang Xiaohu stealthily made his way towards the Pang family ancestral hall under the cover of darkness. [To be continued]The village had little land and property, and was not considered an object of the Communist revolution. No matter how much the outside peasant movement work team stirred up trouble in Wangjia'ao, it was to no avail; nobody listened to them. Later, a rumor spread that the Communist Party intended to implement "communist wives," meaning that anyone who followed the Communist Party, even if too poor to marry, could take another man's wife. This finally stirred up a few restless individuals. They, along with some hooligans from neighboring villages, stormed into the village chief's house in the middle of the night, shouting revolutionary slogans. They tied up the sleeping chief and then gang-raped his beautiful wife in front of him. This incident ignited the fury of the vast majority of the Wang family villagers. Hearing the news, they grabbed hoes and sticks and rushed over. Led by the chief's brother, they swarmed in, killing two of the rapists on the spot, breaking the limbs of the rest, and burning down the houses of these families. Fortunately, the members of the peasant movement work team received the news and fled for their lives that very night, never daring to set foot in Wangjia'ao again! Pang Xiaohu stayed home until dark, ate something, then found a set of his father's tattered black clothes and put them on. He loaded the Mauser pistol with bullets and tucked it into his waistband, covering his head with a black cloth. Three holes were cut in the cloth, leaving only his eyes to see where he was going and his nose and mouth for breathing, making him look like a terrorist from a later era. He told his mother he was going to rescue his father and asked them to stay home and wait patiently. If it were any other child, a mother would certainly be worried. But Xiaohu had brought so much shock to the family since childhood, instilling in Wang Yumei absolute faith in her son. She only gave him a few words of advice, telling him to be careful. After leaving home, Pang Xiaohu stealthily made his way towards the Pang family ancestral hall under the cover of darkness. [To be continued]

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