My Life as a Village Party Secretary (Chapters 1-12)

Chapter 1 The Japanese Invaders Arrive The

Japanese invaders arrived, and the villagers panicked. They gathered some food and valuables, and the stronger villagers dismantled doors, carried wounded Eighth Route Army soldiers, and ran towards the back mountain. The sounds of Japanese gunfire and the barking of wolves and dogs were already faintly audible. My mother, as the women's director, dragged her body, still recovering from childbirth, to direct everyone's evacuation. In the chaos, I, still an infant, was thrown onto the earthen bed in our house. Xiujuan, the daughter of Old Wang from next door, heard my cries and rushed in, picked me up, and staggered up the mountain as well.

Xiujuan was 13 years old this year. Her feet had been bound when she was 9. When the Eighth Route Army came, Xiujuan was the first to unbind her feet, but she still couldn't run fast. Her already thin body, coupled with her deformed feet and carrying me, quickly fell behind several other women. Xiujuan and a nine-year-old girl, in a panic, rushed into a cave halfway up the mountain. The Japanese soldiers were fast approaching. Several militiamen opened fire, momentarily hindering the Japanese advance. Xiujuan and the girl used the opportunity to cover the cave entrance with thatch. The two girls clung tightly to me, huddled inside, trembling as they listened to the gunfire outside. The militiamen, clever as ever, realized they couldn't stop the Japanese search, so they shot and killed the Japanese dogs before retreating into the mountains.

The Japanese swarmed up the mountain and began their search.

Xiujuan could already hear the sound of the Japanese boots. She was trembling so much she almost wet herself. She watched in horror as I began to stick out my little tongue, furrowing my brow and licking my lips. Xiujuan had raised her younger brother and knew this was the gesture of a baby wanting to nurse; she knew that if I didn't have a nipple in my mouth, I would cry loudly. The little girl noticed my feigned crying expression and reached out to cover my mouth and nose. I was trapped in my swaddling clothes, unable to move my limbs, and could only shake my head, trying to shake off the girl's dirty hand. Xiujuan didn't know what to do either. Quickly, she unbuttoned her clothes and stuffed her still-budding breast into my mouth, sucking hard on the tiny nipple.

Xiujuan felt itchy from my toothless mouth biting her, but without milk, I still wanted to cry. Xiujuan whispered, "This won't do. We can't do without milk." The little girl said, "Where are we going to find milk? Let's just smother him to death." Xiujuan said, "No, we must protect Sister Cuihua's child, even if it means death. Sister Cuihua abandoned Xiaobao for everyone's sake." The little girl said, "Hmm, what should we do then?" Xiujuan frowned as she saw me suckling her nipple. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She pulled her breast out of my mouth and quickly stuck her tongue into mine. I held Xiujuan's tongue in my mouth, sucking on the girl's saliva, smiling sweetly, and surprisingly, I didn't cry. I received a girl's first kiss before I was even a month old, which sealed my fate in my life with women.

The Japanese soldiers were frantically searching the mountains. Upon receiving the news, the guerrillas immediately attacked one of the Japanese strongholds, and the searching Japanese soldiers hastily retreated. The wounded Eighth Route Army soldiers and villagers were temporarily out of danger. My mother, Cuihua, with disheveled hair, tumbled and crawled down the mountain. She thought I was doomed. She ran wildly, howling like a mother wolf. Several women couldn't stop her. Xiujuan carried me out of the cave and bumped into my mother. My mother immediately recognized the swaddled baby in Xiujuan's arms, snatched it away, and looked at me sleeping soundly, tears streaming down her face. Xiujuan quickly comforted my mother, and my mother knelt down before Xiujuan. Xiujuan and the other young woman pulled my mother up.

My mother cried and said to me, "Xiaobao, it's all my fault. I'll never leave you again. You scared me to death..." The older girl smiled and said to my mother, "Sister Cuihua, Sister Cuihua, Xiaobao is a lucky man. Not only did the Japanese not find him, but he also got a wife." My mother looked at them in surprise. The older girl smiled and told me about Xiujuan breastfeeding me and kissing me. Xiujuan blushed, and my mother was even more grateful to Xiujuan. My mother said tremblingly, "Juan, from now on you will be Xiaobao's sister. When you get married, you will be Xiaobao's godmother." My mother thanked Xiujuan incoherently. Everyone helped each other and went down the mountain together.

From then on, my mother treated Xiujuan like her own family. Whenever there was something good to eat, she would send it to Xiujuan's house first. Everyone joked, "If Xiaobao were a few years older, he and Xiujuan would be betrothed." The Japanese raids became more and more frequent. We hid every day. The Japanese confiscated all the grain in the village. After winter came, the village quickly ran out of food. My mother's milk supply was severely insufficient and eventually dried up completely. I was passed around from one aunt's house to another, suckling at her breast. I grabbed and suckled the breasts of every woman in the village who had milk. Even so, I was severely malnourished, thin and small, but I grew up safely and was weaned. The Eighth Route

Army and the guerrillas survived the most difficult days, their base areas expanded, and their ranks grew stronger. My father started to visit us more often. He was a cook in the Eighth Route Army, and now he was the head of the mess hall. His proudest achievement was making noodles for Commanders-in-Chief Zhu and Peng, which they both became addicted to. They would ask for my father's noodles every day. I was also able to walk and run. My sister Xiujuan was my closest relative; I was always with her. Xiujuan also liked me and took me everywhere she went.

When I was four years old, the Japanese devils finally surrendered. My father went to Northeast China with the army, and my mother became a cadre, even busier. My older sister, Xiujuan, became my full-time nanny, taking care of me every day. I ate, drank, and relieved myself at Xiujuan's house.

Chapter Two: On the Eve of Liberation

Through an introduction from someone in the army, Xiujuan found a boyfriend, a truck driver. At that time, our army had very few trucks, and becoming a truck driver was more prestigious than being a squad leader or platoon leader. The two agreed that they would get married after defeating the Kuomintang reactionaries. However, this young man also left with the army and died on the Liaoshen battlefield.

Xiujuan was saddened for a long time upon hearing the bad news. Then, a second blow came: her younger brother, two years her junior, a 15-year-old boy, also joined the army as a bugler and died on the Northeast battlefield. Xiujuan's parents fell ill, and Xiujuan gave up her job in the village to take care of her parents and me at home. I started to understand things better and helped my older sister Xiujuan with simple chores, like washing clothes, cleaning dishes, cutting pig feed, and feeding the chickens. Xiujuan liked me even more and treated me like her own younger brother.

The Kuomintang reactionaries didn't seem to be very resilient and were quickly defeated south of the Yangtze River. The People's Liberation Army began preparing to cross the river. My mother was still worried about me, so she gave up her job in the army and returned to the village to become a village cadre. Although she was very busy, she was happy to see me every day. Land reform began in the village; the landlords' land was distributed, and everyone had their own land. Life was filled with the sunshine of the new society.

During the Yangtze River Crossing Campaign, my father's unit, as the vanguard of the Fourth Field Army, fought fiercely. One day, we received news that my father had died in battle. My mother bravely accepted this blow and threw herself wholeheartedly into her work. I became a martyr's family member.

It seemed that only work could make my mother forget her pain. She entrusted me to Xiujuan and worked like a madwoman. She organized the militia, promoted production, and carried out land reform, working from morning till night every day. I became part of Xiujuan's family again, eating and sleeping at her house once more.

In the late summer of the first year after the land reform, the wheat in the fields was ripe, and half the villagers were frantically harvesting it to support the front lines.

My mother was so busy she was practically invisible. At six or seven years old, I started to become mischievous, causing trouble everywhere. Everyone in the village spoiled me, and Xiujuan doted on me even more, following me around apologizing to everyone and compensating me for the things I broke. Then one day, I set fire to a stack of wheat stalks from the village's harvest. Xiujuan finally lost her temper and gave me a severe beating for the first time.

After everyone put out the fire, Xiujuan, her face covered in soot, grabbed a broom and smacked my bottom several times. I endured the pain and said, "There aren't any wheat grains left on these stalks, what's the harm in burning them?" Seeing my continued arguing, Xiujuan hit me a few more times before the villagers intervened and stopped her. Xiujuan dragged me home, explaining along the way the uses of wheat stalks and the dangers of playing with fire. I didn't understand, but I still rubbed my bottom and accepted the punishment.

When I got home, Xiujuan's parents were also terrified, but when they learned that Xiujuan had spanked me, they scolded her with concern. Xiujuan punished me by not letting me eat dinner, so I obediently stayed home and didn't go to eat.

That evening, my stomach was growling with hunger, and I lay in bed, lost in thought. My older sister, Xiujuan, came in with four hard-boiled eggs. I took the eggs, peeled them, and immediately stuffed three into my mouth. I offered the last one to Xiujuan, but she smiled and refused, insisting I eat it. In the dim light of the oil lamp, Xiujuan's freshly washed face looked as white and smooth as the peeled eggs in my hand. I handed the last egg to Xiujuan, teasing her to eat it. She smiled and refused. I said, "Your face is like an egg; if you eat it, it'll look even more like one." Xiujuan laughed, took the egg, took a small bite, and then stuffed the rest into my mouth. Xiujuan asked, "Does it still hurt when I spanked you?" I shook my head and said it didn't hurt anymore, but I'd been hit on the genitals, and it still hurt. Xiujuan immediately became anxious and asked, "You hit the genitals? How could that be?" I said, "You were in a hurry and hit me hard, so I dodged, and one time I turned around and hit the genitals."

Xiujuan immediately pulled down my pants and held the oil lamp close to my penis. It seemed a little red and swollen. Xiujuan got anxious and touched my penis, saying, "Where did you hit me? Point it out to me." I said I hit the side of my penis and pointed to the painful spot. Xiujuan was heartbroken and held my penis, saying, "Does it hurt badly? I'll take you to your mother." I shook my head and said it didn't hurt. She touched it and it hurt even less. Xiujuan started crying and hugged me, saying, "Xiaobao, I won't hit you anymore, and you're not allowed to cause trouble again." I nodded and said, "I won't play with fire anymore."

Xiujuan made me lie down and gently massaged my crotch. I could tell she was really worried. Xiujuan's hand felt warm and itchy. It did hurt a little, but it wasn't a direct hit to my penis; it was on the side of my thigh. Sister Xiujuan found the slightly red marks and, seeing that my penis wasn't injured, felt relieved. She gently rubbed it and blew on it lightly. The warm air made it even itchier, and I shifted my body to hide. Xiujuan grabbed me, preventing me from moving, and gently rubbed it, sometimes brushing against my testicles, which was incredibly itchy.

Looking at my white penis and seeing me curled up in a ball laughing, Xiujuan decided to tease me. She lightly flicked the head of my penis with her finger, and I shrank back again, covering it with my hand. Xiujuan tried to flick it again, trying to pull my hand away. I twisted and struggled, and we both laughed and fell onto the bed. Sister Xiujuan was strong; even after my hand was pulled away, she flicked it again, but this time she flicked it harder, and it hurt a lot. I winced, wanting to cry. Xiujuan realized she had messed up and quickly rubbed it, comforting me to stop crying. When I was little, if I bumped or bruised myself, my older sister Xiujuan would gently kiss me and comfort me until I felt better. This time, my penis hurt a lot, so I pleaded, "Sister, kiss me, kiss me and it won't hurt anymore."

Xiujuan blushed, hesitated, and looked at me. Seeing that she wouldn't kiss me, I pouted and was about to cry again. Xiujuan quickly comforted me, gently kissing my penis. I felt a tingling sensation and laughed. Xiujuan, her face still red, said, "It's better now, it doesn't hurt anymore." I wanted to experience that tingling sensation again, so I pleaded, "Sister, kiss me again, kiss me again!" Xiujuan, unable to resist my pleading, leaned in and kissed me a few more times. Looking up at me, I was still pleading. Xiujuan smiled helplessly, lowered her head, and took my penis into her mouth, kissing it hard a few times.

I felt very comfortable and warm, looking at Sister Xiujuan. Sister Xiujuan firmly said, "That's enough kissing, no more kissing. From now on, if you don't cause trouble, and don't bully the chickens or pigs raised by the villagers, I'll kiss you as a reward. If you cause trouble again, I won't kiss you anymore." I nodded vigorously and said, "I won't cause trouble anymore, and you'll kiss me every day, Sister." Xiujuan smiled and nodded.

Some of the children in the village had come from the Anti-Japanese War era and had never been to school. My mother hired a young man from the work team to be our teacher and teach us literacy.

One day, the teacher arrived, and a group of us children, along with some ambitious young people, came to learn to read and write. The literacy teacher was a 17 or 18-year-old girl from the city, with two small braids, wearing a military uniform, fair skin, and eyes that narrowed into slits when she smiled. She was very kind and cute. We sat neatly in the village threshing ground, ready to learn. On the first day, I learned six characters: "Chairman Mao, People's Liberation Army." I became the fastest learner of characters, and the girl teacher from the city liked me very much, praising me for being smart. I was overjoyed, running around after her. The girl teacher from the city lived in our house. Besides carrying out land reform, she also taught us literacy. Autumn came, and one day the girl teacher fetched some water to take a bath. It was getting cold, and the well water couldn't be used directly anymore.

I boiled water on the stove and carried it to the girl teacher. She untied her braids, took off her military uniform, and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a braid underneath. The girl teacher wouldn't let me watch her take off her pants. She took the hot water and chased me out. I obediently came out and stood in the yard, thinking, "Why is she afraid of being seen while bathing? Something's not right with the girl teacher. Could she be a spy, pretending to bathe to do something bad?" I thought for a moment, then peeked through the crack in the door.

The female teacher had already undressed, mixing hot and cold water, and using a snow-white towel to wipe her body. I looked at her snow-white body, her full breasts, and the dark patch between her legs—no penis. She carefully wiped herself, softly singing a song. I thought she was even prettier than Sister Xiujuan. Seeing that she was truly taking a bath meant she wasn't a spy, and I nodded in satisfaction, turning and leaving.

The Kuomintang reactionaries had all been driven to Taiwan, the whole country was liberated, and my mother gave up the opportunity to work in the city, settling down in the village.

Chapter Three: The Land Reform Period

The land reform work was fully underway, and the people truly became masters of their own destiny. Landlords were completely overthrown and criticized. We, besides learning to read, also followed the work teams everywhere, watching criticism meetings. The biggest landlord in our area was surnamed Hu. He wasn't a bad person, and he didn't commit any of the evil deeds of bullying men and women; his only flaw was his stinginess. But even without stinginess, he wouldn't have amassed such a large fortune. The land had all been confiscated, and the family's property had been divided. The landlord, Hu, couldn't bear the shock and hanged himself after a struggle session, leaving behind orphans and a widow. Before

liberation, Hu's daughter was a modern, Western-educated student, considered the most beautiful woman in the area—she was indeed stunning. She used to wear Western-style dresses and act arrogantly. Now, with the arrival of the new society, this "Western student" had become a complete country bumpkin, even more pitiful than the previous scoundrels and beggars, living in tattered clothes with her landlady in a dilapidated earth temple.

My mother, being kind-hearted, felt that the Hu family had exploited the people, but she didn't consider them as heinous as other landlords. Moreover, since the landlord had already been brought to justice, my mother stopped the work team from criticizing the landlady and her daughter, instead having them participate in labor and undergo reform. I still clung to Sister Xiujuan every day. I became a well-known little scholar in the village. The city teacher, after finishing her work, would tutor me alone. Then, I would give lessons to everyone in the village. At the village threshing ground, a 10-year-old child would teach a large group of people every day after finishing farm work. I

always ate dinner at Sister Xiujuan's house. After dinner, I would tutor Sister Xiujuan, who was obsessed with learning to read, teaching her to read and writing, and helping her become literate. My reward was that Sister Xiujuan would kiss my penis. I also became obsessed with the feeling of Sister Xiujuan kissing my penis. Whenever I slept at Sister Xiujuan's house, I would pester her to kiss my penis. Sister Xiujuan couldn't resist me, so when she was putting me to sleep, she would always suck my penis for a while, then coax me to pee, and then let me sleep.

The land reform finally ended completely, and the city teacher returned to the city with the troops. She left me many books, and I could study on my own. I found a Kangxi Dictionary at the landlord Hu's house, and I could recognize characters by myself.

The Three-Anti and Five-Anti Campaigns began, and the adults threw themselves into the new movement.

Our village, under my mother's protection, remained relatively peaceful. Several Party cadres relayed new instructions daily, and I read the distributed documents aloud to everyone. Several years passed peacefully. The biggest change was in Sister Xiujuan; she joined the Party and became a village cadre. As a literate young cadre, Sister Xiujuan was very grateful to me. Every year, Sister Xiujuan would visit the cenotaph of the truck drivers. Many people wanted to introduce her to men, but she refused them all. My mother even tried to introduce her to men from the city and the military, but she shook her head and wouldn't even meet them.

I am the only one who can understand her, because when I sleep at Sister Xiujuan's house at night, I often see her staring blankly at the red five-pointed star that the soldier in the truck gave her.

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