[Chaos and Cruelty] (Twelve-Thirteen)

(12)
One night, in the latter half of the night, before the roosters had crowed their first crow, the whole town was suddenly awakened by a sharp whistle
. This was followed by children crying, women screaming, chickens flying, dogs barking, banging on doors, and shouts echoing throughout our
ancient market town.
Unsurprisingly, my mother, who had just dressed and relieved herself, was bound and taken
away by militiamen who had suddenly burst in.
I quietly went to the main street, where my neighbors were whispering in groups of three or five. It was during these
discussions that I learned that our county had cracked a major counter-revolutionary case involving a "Kuomintang underground advance branch."
Like a Japanese soldier invading a village, I stealthily approached the commune compound. Beneath the high walls,
a large group of "Kuomintang" members—men, women, old and young—knelt, numbering over fifty, all bound hand and foot , kneeling on the cinder-strewn ground, awaiting torture. From several large rooms inside, 　　the chilling screams
of those being tortured were constantly emanating . 　　After searching for a long time, I couldn't find my mother among the kneeling crowd. I was terrified; my mother must be being tortured. 　　Trembling with fear, I walked towards the two torture chambers. The doors were wide open, seemingly intended for people 　　to watch. A man around forty years old was hanging with his arms behind his back, like a duck swimming in the cold water, being whipped by several rebels wielding 　　wet leather whips. 　　"When did you join?" 　　"Before Liberation…1944." Actually, the man was only around forty years old; he wasn't even an adult in 1944. 　　"Who was your superior?" "It was…Chiang Kai-shek." Even I couldn't believe that Chiang Kai-shek would know a 　　peasant from a wealthy peasant family in the 1970s, 　　so far away in Hebei . 　　"What instructions did he give you?" 　　"Counterattack the mainland... restore capitalism..." 　　I looked into another room from which the howling was coming from. Inside, a 　　woman who often secretly sold roasted melon seeds at the market was sitting on a tiger bench. Four bricks were already under her delicate feet, but a strong man was still lifting her 　　feet, trying to put in a fifth brick. 　　"Ouch... I can't take it anymore, I admit it all... Grandpa, please stop putting in bricks!" 　　"What are you planning to do by secretly selling melon seeds?" 　　"I admit it... speculation, intelligence gathering... restoration..." 　　"Who are you in contact with?" 　　"The Kuomintang... Chiang Kai-shek..." 　　"Where is your radio transmitter hidden?" " 　　I threw it in the river." 　　"Take us to find it." 　　The woman was taken off the tiger bench and led away. Later, I learned that right there by the river, 　　when she was shown the location where she had discarded the non-existent "radio transmitter," she took advantage of the militia guarding her being off guard, and with the ropes binding her 　　and endless humiliation in her heart, she jumped into the surging river, covered in wounds. 　　As I searched room by room, several men in military uniforms carrying Mauser pistols suddenly 　　appeared, escorting a person bound hand and foot. As they drew closer, I realized it was Lin Dake. Lin Dake had clearly been 　　severely tortured; his tall frame was hunched over, unable to maintain the standard military posture. One leg appeared to be 　　injured, and he was being led by two armed men with a hopping gait. I quickly hid in an empty house; thankfully, no one noticed 　　me, and they moved on. 　　After searching for a while, I finally found my mother in a tool shed that had once been used for making hemp rope. 　　Seven or eight people were kneeling inside, all facing the wall. From their backs, I could clearly see my mother, though 　　they hadn't yet been tortured; they were all simply bound hand and foot. 　　"What are you peeking at? Want to come in?" 　　It was Wei Xiaoguang's voice. He was carrying his ever-present Japanese-made Mauser pistol, 　　walking arrogantly towards me. I tried to walk away, taking a step to the side, but accidentally missed my footing and stumbled to the side 　　. Just as I was about to fall, I landed on someone. Looking closely, I saw it was Guo Ermazi. I was so startled that 　　I was about to say something but didn't know what to say. Guo Ermazi shoved me aside as if nothing had happened and 　　said to Wei Xiaoguang, "Damn it, still haven't found him. Did you find him?" 　　"No, but look, these shoes look like his. I found them by the river." 　　Guo Ermazi looked at the cloth shoes and cursed, "He cut himself off from the people. Damn it, he got off easy." 　　I don't know who they were talking about, but it was probably someone they wanted to catch but couldn't. 　　They ignored me completely, so I slipped away quietly. At a table near the entrance, a soldier nearing forty 　　was talking to someone beside him. Seeing Guo Ermazi approach, he shouted, "Well done, Lao Guo! This 　　time our county has done a great job, you deserve the most credit!" 　　Guo Ermazi, with a Mauser pistol tucked into his belt, said to the soldier, "This is Comrade Wei Xiaoguang, formerly 　　the deputy commander of 'Invincible.' It was he who stepped forward at the crucial moment, uncovering Lin Dake, this hidden 　　class enemy." 　　Later, I learned that the middle-aged soldier was the commander-in-chief of the county's mass organizations, 　　the head of the military control group stationed in the public security, procuratorate, and court, and the former deputy political commissar of the county's armed forces department. His surname was Wei. He and Guo Ermazi were comrades-in-arms and had a close relationship 　　. He was the one who commanded the county-wide manhunt for Kuomintang members. 　　During this crackdown, several Kuomintang members in the commune were tortured to death, and several others, unable to endure the torture 　　, chose suicide. The entire ancient town was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere of death. 　　I watched from a distance and finally saw Deputy Political Commissar Wei, led by Guo Ermazi, 　　walk towards the room where my mother was being held. The courtyard was in chaos, with onlookers surging like fans chasing Li Yuchun today. 　　I also moved towards that room. 　　My mother and seven or eight other men and women who had been kneeling were ordered to stand up, bow their heads to the high-ranking officials of the work team, and 　　line up. Deputy Political Commissar Wei walked over, pacing from the front to the back of the line, examining each of the 　　"Kuomintang Underground Advance Army" members awaiting their fate. When he reached one of the women, he 　　stretched out his hand, which had been behind his back, and lifted her chin, raising her face high, but quickly 　　lowered it again. The next one was a man, and he put his hand behind his back again. When he reached my mother, he stretched out his hand again.

He grabbed his mother's chin, just as he had with the woman, and lifted her face. But instead of
quickly lowering it, he tossed her face left and right, turning it this way and that, looking at her from all angles. He then used
his other hand to brush aside the long hair that covered most of her face, turning her head back around. His mother held her breath
, letting him manipulate and examine her like a toy, her eyes fixed on her nose, her long
eyelashes obscuring her vision. Deputy Political Commissar Wei used his thumb to pry open his mother's brow bone, forcing
her to open her eyes. Even with her eyes wide open, she still dared not look at his lewd face, instead
looking diagonally downwards.
"What's your name?" Deputy Political Commissar Wei asked in a low voice.
"Zheng Xiaowan," his mother replied in a trembling voice.
"What's your question?"
This caught Mom off guard. Who knew what the question was? But she couldn't not answer, so Mom
replied, "Counter-revolutionary...slut..."
"Slut?" Deputy Political Commissar Wei turned to Guo Er Mazi and asked, "Who did this?"
Guo Er Mazi replied, "Slept with several people."
The deputy political commissar released his hand that had been squeezing Mom's, still looking at Guo Er Mazi, and whispered, "Hmph! You
weren't involved, were you?" His voice was very soft, but everyone in the room could hear him clearly. Guo Er Mazi gave a mischievous
grin, exchanged a glance with the deputy political commissar, and didn't answer.
"Chairman Mao taught us that we must be ruthless towards class enemies, but
we must also pay attention to the methods and approaches we use towards certain individuals among them," he paused, looking at Guo Ermazi with a hint of misunderstanding
. "Hmm?"
Guo Ermazi, as if fully understanding his old comrade's thoughts, quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, Commander,
we understand Chairman Mao's words, and we understand yours too."
Deputy Political Commissar Wei gave Guo Ermazi a knowing look, and the two exchanged a knowing smile.
That evening, unexpectedly, Mom was released. Upon her return, she told me to go play at someone else's house
and wait for her to call me back. If she didn't call me, I should stay at someone else's house. I vaguely guessed what was going on, so I quickly
grabbed a cold, hard cornbread and started eating. Mom lovingly spread a piece of lard on the bread
and sprinkled some fine salt, then urged me to hurry up.
I walked out of the courtyard and saw Commander Wei and Guo Ermazi walking towards my house. Taking advantage of their
inattention, I slipped into the outhouse outside the door.
I squatted in the outhouse, and the footsteps outside were those of Guo Ermazi and his comrade-in-arms, the Commander Wei. I heard Guo Ermazi
whisper, "Old Commander..."
"What the hell, 'Old Commander'? Don't give me that." It was Deputy Political Commissar Wei's voice, not
angry, but rather friendly.
"Hehe! Old comrade, hehe! Let me tell you, I haven't tortured her yet because I've been saving her for you. Zheng
Xiaowan, that woman, she screams a lot when she's on, hehe! You'll know once you've had your turn."
"To be safe, don't let it get out. It wouldn't be good if people found out, and it would be
even worse if the class enemies found out." It was Deputy Political Commissar Wei again.
"Don't worry, I found this for you. Don't you trust me? Who dares to say anything? Zheng Xiaowan? If she doesn't say anything
, who will know? Don't worry, I'll lock her son up for the night. You can hold her and sleep peacefully, haha!"
Sure enough, just as I arrived at a friend's house, I heard Guo Ermazi's shouts behind me.
He locked me in a room in the commune, and no one interrogated or questioned me until dawn before letting me go home.
The next day, people were still being arrested on the commune's main street. Those with high social class backgrounds, those who had ties to the Kuomintang before liberation,
were all arrested. Even those who had been conscripted by the Kuomintang and then liberated to join the People's Liberation Army were all arrested
.
When I returned home, strangely, my mother wasn't tied up and interrogated, nor did she go to the fields to do farm
work. Instead, she was cleaning the house as if nothing had happened—at this time, she actually
had this in mind, which puzzled me more than seeing the sun rise in the west.
"Mom, what's wrong with you...?"
My mother looked at me calmly. "I couldn't wring out the sheets I washed by myself. Come help me wring them dry so they
can hang up to dry."
It turned out that Deputy Political Commissar Wei had personally arranged for my mother to stay home and write a self-criticism, so she wouldn't have to go to the commune compound
for criticism and interrogation, nor would she have to work in the production team's fields. But from the time I got home until dark, besides cleaning the house as if it were New Year's, washing the sheets on the kang, and 　　washing
my clothes and her own, she didn't write a single word of self-criticism. 　　Because the search for Kuomintang agents didn't involve people my age, I had nothing to do all day. 　　That evening, I was playing with a newly found bullet casing in the west room, trying to figure out what kind of gun it belonged to 　　, when heavy footsteps came from the door. Just as I was about to go out to see what was going on, a loud voice rang out: "Damn, all 　　cleaned up?" It was that Deputy Political Commissar Wei. Before my mother could answer, he quickly added, 　　"I'll give you a good interrogation today." He said "interrogate," but there wasn't a trace of his usual grim, gunpowder-like tone in his voice; 　　instead, it sounded like a lighthearted joke. 　　My mother went out to greet him, lowered her head, and said softly, "The slut Zheng Xiaowan is being criticized by the Commander-in-Chief." 　　Strangely, although the content of my mother's words was the same as what she had said when she encountered the rebels before, her tone 　　was equally relaxed, even joking. 　　"Hmm...that's a good girl, come on, let me check inside you first..." 　　"Ah!" Mom screamed, followed by a clearly coquettish voice, "Ouch! Your hands are so strong 　　..." Then she whispered, "The child is inside..." 　　Commander Wei lowered his voice slightly, but it was still louder than the others, and said to Mom, " 　　What's the name of that woman you told me about? Lan? I haven't seen her today?" 　　Mom replied, "Lu Yilan. She is..." 　　"Alright, I've got it," Political Commissar Wei interrupted Mom, "Killing her is like killing an ant 　　. When I get revenge for you, how will you repay me? Hmm? Haha..."

Through the gap in the curtain, I saw that my mother was being held tightly in his arms, and she whispered, "Commander
... just beat her down and stop bullying me, but don't kill anyone!"
While Deputy Political Commissar Wei was leading my mother into the east room, I quietly slipped out.
I didn't go home again that night, but this time I stayed at Ergaizi's house.
At dawn, after eating a piece of Nanbangguo flatbread and a bowl of Nanbangguo noodle porridge at Ergaizi's house, I slipped out again to
the main street of the commune. Because of the arrest of counter-revolutionaries, the production teams had no one to organize labor, the schools had no one to organize classes,
and even the cooperative was closed. Since all the organizations had fallen apart, no one cared about us
half-grown children for the past few days, so we wandered around aimlessly, mainly watching the arrest of counter-revolutionaries.
Following the crowd of onlookers, I ended up in the commune's courtyard. Here, I saw
Lu Yilan, whom I hadn't seen yesterday. However, she wasn't bound like the other four categories. Instead, she followed closely
behind Wei Xiaoguang, carrying a thermos and pouring tea for the work group members. The scoundrel, the deputy political commissar, walked into the courtyard,
stopped, spread his legs, put his hands behind his back, and coldly looked at the woman who was dressed far less ostentatiously than usual
. After a long while, he said in a low voice with a stern face, "You, come here."
Lu Yilan turned and walked to Political Commissar Wei. When she saw his face, she stood
up straight, completely out of the blue and purely instinctive. Her face was neither smiling nor flattering as she called out to him, "Commander."
Political Commissar Wei stared straight at her. "You're the one who used learning to sing model operas to distort and damage Sister Aqing's revolutionary image
?"
Hearing this, Lu Yilan, who had been trying to control herself, could no longer stop trembling. She
forcefully pressed her legs together. "I...I..." she stammered for a long time, unable to say anything. The trembling
didn't lessen when she pressed her legs together; instead, it seemed to become even more intense, and even
her leaning upper body began to shake.
Political Commissar Wei suddenly shouted, "Tie her up!"
Several ruthless work team members quickly bound Lu Yilan tightly.
"Commander... Long live the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution... I... I..."
"Using the opportunity of performing model operas to distort the image of underground revolutionary Sister Aqing with obscene and vulgar imagery? Your counter-revolutionary
heart is still burning! Hmph! Who are your godfathers? What instructions did they give you in Taiwan? Confess honestly
!" Deputy Political Commissar Wei asked sternly.
Two gunshots rang out, and a "Kuomintang" member was executed in the courtyard behind me.
The gunshots silenced everyone; there were no screams, no
crying, not even the cicadas in the trees.
Several commune members dragged the corpse, still gushing blood from its head, away. When they turned back, Lu Yilan was already
slumped on the ground.
Wei Xiaoguang failed to protect Lu Yilan. Yesterday, she had feigned revolutionary fervor in an attempt to evade persecution, but suddenly she was denounced
as a Kuomintang counter-revolutionary.
For three consecutive days, that man surnamed Wei came to our house every day, sometimes in the evening, sometimes at noon, but he never stayed
long, leaving after an hour or even half an hour. He was the commander-in-chief, and had many things to do.
My mother still hadn't been interrogated, nor had she participated in the commune members' labor. For four or five days in a row, she stayed
home reflecting on her actions, but didn't write a single word.
That noon, having nothing to do, Mom tidied up the bean trellises in the yard and picked a lot of
cowpeas. The cowpeas were long and tender. Mom held them in her hands, about to walk into the house, when Aunt Zhao, our neighbor,
appeared from the other side of the low wall. So Mom went to the wall, held up the large bunch of cowpeas over the wall, and
said to Aunt Zhao with a smile, "Fourth Sister, these are freshly picked cowpeas. There are too many for me to eat. You can have them."
Unexpectedly, the usually friendly Aunt Zhao suddenly shouted as if stung by a bee:
"Pah! You slut! Looks like I haven't dealt with you enough, shameless!"
Mom's hands, raised in mid-air, froze, and she was completely numb.
Aunt Zhao wasn't satisfied and shouted again, "Get away from me, I find you disgusting."
Only then did Mom begin to move again, lowering her head, taking a few steps back, and then quickly walking towards the house.
I stood in the yard, not hearing my mother cry. Perhaps she wasn't crying at all. After a long while,
I hesitated before returning to the house.
But just as I entered the house, about to say something to my mother, Aunt Zhao rushed in unexpectedly
. My mother stood up as usual, perhaps out of politeness, or perhaps as a necessary action for those under surveillance
when they saw poor and lower-middle peasants.
Aunt Zhao grabbed my mother's hand. "Sister, I apologize. I was too harsh with my words just now. Don't
hate me! Sigh! It's not your fault. Who dares to disobey them these days? Let alone someone like you from the 'Four Categories,' even poor and lower-
middle peasants wouldn't dare offend them!"
Aunt Zhao's words were somewhat representative of the situation in the village, but not entirely. In the village, I heard people
gossiping about a landlord's wife who hanged herself after being groped during a struggle session, and a
rich peasant's daughter who drowned herself in a river after having her shoes removed and feet touched during a struggle session. They said this was called female chastity, and that
a woman who was played with like that should die. Then they started talking about my mother and that Deputy Political Commissar surnamed Wei,
and the words became very harsh.
Deputy Political Commissar Wei was going to a meeting at the county revolutionary committee, which would last two days. Around 8 PM, since there were no movies,
no denunciation meetings, and only a few households had a theatrical box, the villagers, lacking entertainment, went to bed early . My mother and I did the same. After making our bed, my mother secretly read 　　a Soviet revisionist counter-revolutionary novel, *The Forty-First*,
by the flickering light of the kerosene lamp . I couldn't sleep either, so I put on my headphones and listened to the Central 　　People's Broadcasting Station's serialized novel, *The Golden Road*. 　　Just then, in the completely silent night, someone suddenly knocked on our outer room door. The knock was very soft, 　　but because we didn't have a dog and it was so quiet outside, the faint sound was still quite clear. 　　Hearing this, my mother quickly hid the reactionary novel 　　in a broken wooden bucket filled with Chinese medicine dregs behind the wall cabinet before getting off the kang (heated brick bed) and opening the door to the outer room.

A woman suddenly darted into the room, glancing back like a thief to make sure no one was watching
. She quickly closed the door, grabbed my mother's hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Sister Zheng, they
're taking me to the county's special task force! Sister, please save me!"
My mother and I were stunned. It took us a long time to recognize the woman—it was Lu Yilan. The "special task
force" she mentioned was a special struggle organization. In those days, hearing those three words was
like hearing "Devil's Den 76" during the Wang Jingwei regime or a German concentration camp during World War II.
Before my mother could speak, Lu Yilan continued, "The day I helped him break the hymen of Old Tian's daughter in the pear tree shack
…and the day you and I entertained Director Qi from the county in the school conference room
…and the day I asked Principal Lin…please don't say anything about these things. As long as you don't say anything
, no one will know…"
"Alright," her mother interrupted impatiently, having already understood her meaning. "I'm
not part of the special task force, what's the use of telling me this?"
Lu Yilan began to stammer, "As long as... as long as Deputy Political Commissar Wei says I can't go... that's enough."
Her mother's face changed instantly. Lu Yilan secretly saw the change in her mother's expression, but still didn't give up and
continued to plead, "I'm really scared, I won't survive if I get there, please save me!"
Her words relieved her mother's predicament of wanting to lash out but not finding the words, so she stopped harping on her previous
words. Instead, as if she had found some kind of capital to be proud of, she looked straight at Lu Yilan, then turned her head and held it high to
one side, coldly saying, "Why should I?"
Her mother looked at her expressionlessly, or rather, with an icy expression, and didn't say anything more.
Lu Yilan paused, then slowly, slowly, knelt down. "Sister Zheng... I don't know
what to say... I'm not human..."
Her mother looked at Lu Yilan at her feet, still without saying a word.
Lu Yilan hugged her mother's leg, "Spit on me, slap me, vent your anger."
"Get out, get out, don't bring them here," her mother said coldly.
Lu Yilan didn't leave, and said many more pitiful things before finally leaving my house.
(XIII)
In just one week, the whole commune changed dramatically. "Quan Wudi" was overthrown, and "Congtouyue"
took control of the revolutionary rebellion.
In Guo Ermazi's words, this was only the first step in the success of the revolution. To settle accounts with the anti-revolutionary crimes of "Quan Wudi,"
especially to thoroughly criticize and denounce Lin Dake and his gang so that they could never rise again, there was still a lot
of work to be done, and it had to be done step by step. They formulated a struggle strategy of first the periphery and then the core, first the easy and then the difficult
, and began to implement it step by step.
They decided to start with Fatty Lian, because he had suffered endless humiliation at the hands of Lin Dake, and his hatred
was unimaginable. Furthermore, Fatty Lian was timid; with a little threat, he would easily confess. So
, one night, Fatty Lian was taken to Guo Ermazi's headquarters, an ancient castle located in a dense forest.
Before midnight, a terrified Lian Shaohua confessed everything.
With this incriminating evidence, Guo Ermazi began his counterattack. His first move was to target Lin Dake's most ardent lover,
Lu Yilan. Thus, Lu Yilan, once the "invincible" number three, whose background was already questionable,
suddenly transformed from a revolutionary leader who persecuted others into an object of dictatorship. After several days of relentless torture
and interrogation, Lu Yilan not only confessed to everything, but also admitted to all the fabricated statements Guo Ermazi and his associates had prepared beforehand
.
After all the preparations were complete, a public denunciation meeting
was held specifically to criticize Lian Da Duzi (Big Belly) and Lu Yilan for their incestuous relationship.
Lian Da Duzi was Lu Yilan's father-in-law, Lian Shaohua's father. This was a very feudal and conservative family
. Despite Lu Yilan's undeniable allure, in the Lian family, men and women were strictly separated, and physical contact was forbidden. But for some reason
, to the utter disbelief of the neighbors, Lian Da Duzi and his family confessed
to the affair.
The meeting was chaired by Wei Xiaoguang. After announcing the charges against the two, it was time for the public to speak. But this
matter couldn't be without witnesses, so Lu Yilan's husband, Lian Pangzi, was invited to speak on stage. Fatty Lian
was clearly prepared for his actions to be confiscated. He went up on stage, head bowed, and read aloud
the prepared script, word for word, meticulously recounting how he returned home from work to find his wife
sitting on his father's lap, how he discovered she had crawled into his father's bed in the middle of the night, and how Lu Yilan
criticized him during sex, saying her penis wasn't as long or thick as his sixty-year-old father's. Of course, according to
our commune's custom, for each case exposed, the father or wife was specifically called upon for questioning, and both
bowed their heads and confessed, admitting the allegations were true.
Next, Big Belly Lian confessed, his account exactly the same as his son's, almost word for word.
Next, Lu Yilan confessed, repeating the exact same story as the father and son before her: when, where
, how they got involved, who was on top, who was on the bottom, what they said, and even the changing positions
—it was all perfectly recounted, like a copy-and-paste job.
No one doubted its authenticity; the crowd responded with fervent slogans and loud laughter. The three men's speeches
were frequently interrupted by the crowd's roars and shouts,
even more often than Chairman Mao's speech at the Ninth National Congress of the Communist Party of China. After the denunciation meeting, they were paraded through the streets.
Lian Da, who was pregnant and injured, had difficulty walking, so the organizers had pre-planned a solution
: his son, Lian Shaohua, would push him in a handcart. Because couples who committed adultery were
tied together by a short rope around their necks, Lu Yilan also enjoyed this privilege. She and her father-in-law, both heavily pregnant,
knelt face-to-face on the wheelbarrow, a rope around their necks, kneeling in a kissing pose as they
paraded through the streets.
In our Hebei region, the wheelbarrows had very narrow tops, only about a foot wide. For two people to kneel with their arms tied
behind their backs and maintain their balance was extremely difficult, especially since the wheelbarrow was single-wheeled. Even Fatty, who had studied it since childhood...
The book, later used to serve as an official in another region, was poor at driving a wheelbarrow, and his father was unable to control himself due to a leg injury.
The Lian family was particularly stingy and treated farmhands and the poor very harshly in the old society, resulting in poor interpersonal relationships. Lu
Yilan, relying on her family's power, offended many people during her affair with Lin Dake. Therefore, when the two were paraded through the streets, they were met with
fierce attacks from the crowd. Some ill-intentioned individuals kicked them at the slightest provocation. Predictably, after parading
for less than a hundred meters, Lian Dadu and Lu Yilan were thrown off several times.
Lu Yilan had practiced martial arts since childhood and should have had no problem maintaining her balance, but with her arms tied behind her back and
a rope around her neck connecting her to her father-in-law, she repeatedly fell heavily
to the ground along with Lian Dadu, like two pieces of dead flesh, letting out painful cries.
The revolutionary masses were incredibly patient. Every time the two fell to the ground, they would enthusiastically lift them up again
, put them back on the wheelbarrow, and have Lian Shaohua continue pushing them through the streets. That wasn't all; the crowd demanded that the two kiss.
The two dared not refuse, so a man in his sixties and a woman in her thirties began to kiss
, their tongues entwined.
"Look! Father-in-law and daughter-in-law are kissing!"
"Hey! What's the point of just kissing? Why don't we let this old landlord kiss his daughter-in-law's feet? Comrades,
what do you say?"
No one disagreed; everyone agreed. So, instead of kneeling on the wheelbarrow, the two began to
sit astride it. Lu Yilan's shoes and socks were removed, and one of her delicate feet was raised to her father-in-law's face.
"You dog landlord, put your dog mouth up there, hurry up, you motherfucker."
Under the manipulation of countless revolutionary hands, the old landlord obediently put his face close to his daughter-in-law's feet
...
"Don't just kiss, make them shout."
"Right, right, you stinky slut, you shout first. Hurry up."
So Lu Yilan started shouting, "My slut... has no bottom!"
This was all routine, already taught countless times, and even Big Belly immediately shouted, "I love
the smell... this smell!"
People turned to Lian Shaohua, who was still struggling to drive the wheelbarrow, "Hey! Four-Eyes, you have to shout a couple of times too!"
Lian Shaohua dared not not shout, so he continued pushing the wheelbarrow forward while shouting as required: "My wife
and my father are having an affair, down with the dog landlord Big Belly! Down with the stinky slut Lu Yilan!"
...
Lu Yilan was basically denounced. This southern actress, who had been arrogant and domineering just a few days ago,
had become a rat crossing the street in the blink of an eye. One afternoon, my mother and I returned home from work. She cooked dinner and asked me to
fetch firewood from outside the courtyard wall. Just as I reached the low earthen wall, I saw Lu Yilan awkwardly carrying two large buckets of manure,
wobbling towards us. I stared at her, as if admiring something extraordinary, watching her lithe figure
stagger towards our house. At that moment, behind me, in the direction Lu Yilan was facing, I heard a noisy
commotion. I turned around and saw about ten men and women waving small red flags, as if they
were having a meeting. They were laughing and talking as they walked towards our house from another direction. These
people were revolutionary stragglers from Guo Ermazi's "Start Over" rebel organization. I instinctively turned back
to look at Lu Yilan. She had undoubtedly seen the group of Red Guards too, and hurried a few steps. Reaching Zhao Xiaofeng's
door, she quickly slipped inside like a thief. The wall separating Zhao Xiaofeng's house from mine was only a little over a meter
high, offering no real obstruction of view. Lu Yilan entered Zhao's house, about to crouch down to avoid the Red Guards,
when Aunt Zhao bumped into her and loudly demanded, "What are you doing in here? My toilet isn't in the yard!"
"Fourth Sister, let me hide for a bit, they're coming," Lu Yilan pleaded, her voice low as she crouched down, constantly
peeking at the group on the street.
"Hide what? Get out of here, you slut!" Aunt Zhao showed no mercy.
"Fourth Sister, don't... they'll fight me if they see me..."
Before she could finish, Aunt Zhao yelled, "Get out! If you don't get out, I'll have them drag you
out when they get here! Get out!"
Lu Yilan was practically pushed by Aunt Zhao, carrying her manure bucket, out of Zhao's house. By then, the approaching
Red Guards were very close, and she hurriedly ran into my small courtyard.
"Xiao Bei, let me hide for a while," she said fearfully to me as I carried firewood into the yard.
Because I had been waiting for her to carry the firewood and hadn't gone inside, my mother happened to come into the yard at that moment, just as Lu Yilan
came in. Before she could figure out what was going on, Lu Yilan, her legs almost trembling, said to my mother, "Teacher Zheng,
I'll hide at your house for a while. If I run into them, they'll fight me again." As she spoke, without waiting for my mother's permission, she frantically
searched for a place to hide, but our small yard was completely empty; there wasn't a place to hide anyone. My
mother looked at her coldly, perhaps wanting to say something, or perhaps not wanting to say anything at all, just staring at
her as if she were a complete stranger. Just then, the group of people approached my house. My mother
, seeing them from the low wall, hurriedly turned away as if avoiding a plague, trying to go inside…
“Can I hide in your house for a while?” Lu Yilan said, completely disregarding whether my mother
agreed, and followed her mother towards our house…
Just then, the group of Red Guards rushed into our yard.
“Lu Yilan, you slut, why are you hiding? What mischief have you been up to now?”
“Two sluts together must be plotting a counter-revolutionary coup.”
These two sentences from the Red Guards were like a spell; Lu Yilan and my mother both stopped in
their tracks, their hands pressed tightly against their thighs, heads bowed, legs together in a standing position,
even their breathing seemed to stop.
“What fucking coup? Probably plotting to let Lin Dake have sex with two people at once.”
Lu Yilan was so frightened that she didn’t dare to move, standing there, her whole body even starting to tremble.
"Lu Yilan!" a female Red Guard shouted.
"Yes," Lu Yilan replied hastily, bowing her head dramatically.
"What's on your mind? Why are you hiding from us like this? Confess honestly!" "
Yes, confess honestly!"
The Red Guards questioned her all at once. Lu Yilan's legs trembled, and after a long while, she stammered, "No...
I... no, I... I'm afraid of being denounced."
"Put the manure bucket aside, it stinks like hell."
Lu Yilan obediently carried the manure bucket to the corner of the wall, then returned to the center of the yard and stood with her head down.
"This slut must have stolen something, look at this bulge," a short but particularly strong
young man pointed at Lu Yilan's chest and said, "There must be something hidden inside, tell me, what is it?"
Another bad boy quickly chimed in, "Yeah, the production team lost some eggplants a few days ago, maybe she
stole them." As he spoke, he touched Lu Yilan's round, bulging breasts.
Lu Yilan raised her hand, instinctively wanting to push away that sinful hand, but she only raised it and didn't
dare to actually touch it.
The bad boy didn't let go, still asking her, "What is this? Tell me honestly!"
Lu Yilan was frightened by the question, but she could only stare at the man, shaking her head, her mouth opening and closing, but
not a single word came out.
"Say it! What the hell is this?"
Unable to keep quiet any longer, she said in a humiliating voice, "It's... um... umm... breasts..."
"You're not being honest, are breasts that big? They must be eggplants."
"Yes, definitely, you stinky slut, take off your clothes."
"Hurry up! Are you trying to resist reformation because your mother forced you?" one of the boys said, raising his hand and slapping her across the face.
Under the relentless pressure of the crowd, each slapping and kicking her, Lu Yilan reluctantly unbuttoned her top
…
“Damn it, look, this slut is wearing a bra underneath! Damn it, lift the bra up
!”
Lu Yilan grabbed the bottom edge of her bra with both hands, quickly lifted it up, then quickly put it back in place, raising her
pitiful little face to look at the guy who yelled the loudest, as if to say, “Look, it’s breasts, not
eggplants.”
“Damn it, you’re blinding us! We can’t even see clearly before you cover it up, lift it up again!”
Lu Yilan lifted the bra up again, and quickly covered it up again.
“Damn it!” The burly guy slapped her across the face, “Lift it up, I’ll tell you to put it
down, then put it down again.”
Lu Yilan shyly lifted the bra up again, revealing a pair of round, large breasts. This time, her
hands still tried to cover them up, but after a few movements, she didn’t dare to actually cover them up.
"Spin around, let everyone see if it's an eggplant or a boob, and I'll clear your name."
Helpless and resigned, she lifted her bra, exposing her breasts, and spun around in place. Then, without waiting for
consent, she quickly covered her most shameful area with her bra again.
"Lu Yilan, listen to the command, run in place—go!"
Lu Yilan ran in place like a soldier.
"One, two—, one, two, one, damn it, lift your legs higher, haha!" I stood outside the circle, watching a group of Red Guards toy with this once- 　　famous actress
from Chongqing like a monkey , and a feeling of admiration welled up inside me. 　　"Lu Yilan is Lin Dake's lackey, make her crawl once." 　　"No, three times!" 　　"Yes, three times, and she has to bark like a dog while she crawls, hurry up!" 　　Under the Red Guards' orders, Lu Yilan crawled on her knees and hands in my yard, 　　barking like a dog as she crawled. This drew bursts of laughter from the Red Guards, some of whom 　　kicked her buttocks repeatedly. One short Red Guard even rode on her back, "giddy-up, giddy 　　-up," like riding a horse. 　　During this time, my mother stood to one side. She wanted to move, but was afraid that any movement would draw attention to her, 　　so she moved slowly to the outside of the circle of people, lowering her head to minimize 　　the chance of being noticed. 　　Sure enough, perhaps it was indeed her mother's approach that worked; perhaps her mother had already been denounced and discredited, and didn't 　　inspire the same urge to criticize as Lu Yilan, who had just been denounced; perhaps it was the special care of Deputy Political Commissar Wei. While the Red 　　Guards were toying with Lu Yilan, almost no one bothered with her. 　　But "almost" doesn't mean "almost all." One tall male Red Guard approached her mother and asked 　　, "Lu Yilan came to your house, what counter-revolutionary activity are you planning, huh? You slut." 　　Her mother lowered her already drooping head even further and whispered, "No, 　　I wouldn't dare." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. 　　The Red Guard reached out and pinched her cheek. After touching it for a while, he put his fingers into her mouth and 　　stirred them haphazardly. Her mother's head moved up and down and side to side with his fingers, and she consciously put her arms behind her back 　　. She only occasionally stole glances at the man, her face filled with fear and pleading, but she dared not utter a sound. As soon as the man 　　released her, she quickly lowered her head again, even lower than before. 　　Perhaps the Red Guard's interest was still with Lu Yilan; he said nothing and returned to Lu Yilan's side. 　　After about half an hour of this, the people had had their fun and were about to leave. Then someone suggested that Lu 　　Yilan should balance a large manure bucket on her head. So, Lu Yilan was ordered to kneel in the center, and a manure bucket half-filled with excrement was 　　held above her head. She was ordered to hold herself up with her hands to stabilize herself while kneeling as punishment. She was then instructed to tell my mother, "Zheng Xiaowan, 　　you keep an eye on her. Before sunset, she is not allowed to move an inch. If she dares to slack off, report it immediately. If you don't report it, 　　you will be punished the same way." 　　My mother bowed her head and replied, "Yes," her voice still very soft. 　　The Red Guards, having had their fun, left our small courtyard, chatting and laughing. 　　After they had gone far away, my mother said to me, "Go and gather firewood; it's time to cook." Without even glancing at Lu 　　Yilan, she went into the house first. 　　I carried the firewood into the house, leaving only Lu Yilan kneeling in the yard as punishment, a large bucket of manure balanced on her head. 　　Even though it was only half a bucket of manure, holding it up like that for so long quickly caused cries to erupt from Lu Yilan .

A sound escaped from Lan's throat. The sun seemed to set much slower than usual; although work had ended long ago, it
still hung high in the western sky, casting a fiery red glow.
While Mom was cooking, I first peeked out from inside the house to see Lu Yilan kneeling as punishment, then, unable to resist
my curiosity, I made an excuse to run to the yard to admire this beautiful woman carrying excrement up close.
"Xiao Bei, I can't lift it anymore, boohoo..." Lu Yilan cried. Indeed, let alone
a half-filled bucket of excrement, even an empty bucket, held up for so long with both hands, would be exhausting.
I stood there, lost in thought. To be honest, I felt a little sorry for her. Despite
the abuse she had inflicted on Mom, at this moment, she seemed so helpless and weak.
"Xiao Bei, come inside," Mom called to me from the doorway in the middle of the house.
As I turned to leave, Lu Yilan cried again and said to me, "Xiao Bei, can I put it down for a while and rest
before continuing?"
I replied softly, "Whether it's okay or not isn't up to me." But I knew in my heart that she
wanted to shirk her duty and also wanted to ask my mother not to report it to the Red Guards.
I went into the house, and my mother asked me what she had said. I told her, and she didn't say anything, just told me
to eat.
After I finished eating, my mother started clearing the dishes. From the yard came Aunt Zhao's voice: "It stinks! Get out,
get out!" It turned out that Aunt Zhao was talking to Lu Yilan over the low wall. Lu Yilan replied helplessly and fearfully
, "Fourth Sister, they said I have to stay until sunset."
Aunt Zhao replied, "I told you to leave, so you leave! Do you want to suffocate us all? Get away from here!"
Lu Yilan was still saying something, but her voice was too soft to hear. A short while later, she quietly came
to the outside of the house. Without stepping inside, she stood at the doorway looking at her mother and said, "Teacher Zheng, it was
Sister Zhao who told me to leave."
Her mother, without even looking at her, replied, "Then what did you say to me?"
Lu Yilan paused again, and after a long pause, said, "The sun... hasn't set yet."
Her mother ignored her, put the washed dishes into the cupboard, and poured a basin of dirty water from rinsing the dishes outside.
The splashing water and mud splattered onto Lu Yilan, who couldn't dodge in time. Lu Yilan
probably wanted to say something more, but her mother had already slammed the door shut and gone into the inner room.
I looked out the window and saw Aunt Zhao still talking to her through the low wall. Helplessly, she picked
up the two manure buckets and walked out of my yard. But the sun seemed to be held
up by something and refused to set for a long time. She looked up, hesitated to leave, and stopped
at the wooden gate that was made of a few pieces of wood and had no practical use. Like a thief, she looked east and west
for a long time before finally taking another step outside.

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