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In April of [-], the Ninth National Congress was held. This was really a good thing. It was useless work, but it was taken advantage of by people with good intentions.

Since then, the "struggle, criticize, and reform" movement has been launched across the country, including the establishment of revolutionary committees, mass criticism, cleaning up class ranks, party consolidation, streamlining of institutions, reform of unreasonable rules and regulations, and decentralization of department staff, etc.

In practical work, it also includes "educational revolution", educated youth going to the mountains and going to the countryside, etc.

The wind was strong, the rain was heavy, and the lightning split the poplar tree at the door.

A greater upheaval is coming.

The first thing that hindered the revolutionary cause in the village was a pair of mother and son. If you are a serious person, let me introduce you carefully. They were a newborn baby and a mother who just gave birth to a child.

Anyone caught in the evil winds of capitalism should be thrown into a roller and let history crush them.

Fortunately, both of them died.

If you ask why they died?

All because they ate an egg poisoned by capitalism.

In the first two or three years of this cultural movement, Mr. Zhang Shou's works were expelled from middle school Chinese textbooks because they did not fully meet the purpose of political and ideological propaganda.

Beginning in [-], the scope of the so-called "wen" in the Chinese class was slightly expanded, and Mr. Wang's works began to be carefully restored, limited to essays with strong political pertinence.

Fortunately, the book that convicted Chu Sha a second time was "Wandering", which was not within the allowed range, so it caused people to worry in vain.

The great Red Guards almost released this cancerous tumor.

So, three convictions came, hooliganism.

How should this crime be punished?

Ge Yan cleverly thought of a good idea, gathered the women and children in the village to spit on him, and everyone spat on him, using the spittle mixed with the smell of poor and lower-middle peasants to wash away his sins.

"Let's go!" A group of people left aggressively. They thought they were destroying the evil wind that destroys socialism!

Zou Chengyan kept watching from behind the tree, but he didn't dare to go forward, because intellectuals are very integrity-oriented, and it was hard for Chu Sha not to feel embarrassed when he saw him.

Many literati had committed suicide because they couldn't bear the humiliation, and he didn't dare to provoke Chu Sha.

"Are you here?" Chu Sha rolled up his sleeves and scooped up a ladle of water, and he washed his face carefully in the basin, which was better than those people who couldn't accept their fate and just yelled.

He is very keen, and has long noticed the secret gaze, and he will not misunderstand Zou Chengyan to see his joke.After all, even the villagers here can't stand these Red Guards anymore.

"Big brother, I shouldn't be hiding, you can scold me, I'm a coward."

"You are not a coward, you are a brave person. In my position, you still care about my mental state. You did not succumb to the twisted..." Chu Sha stopped, he shouldn't have said this, " Don't walk around with me, I don't know if I will exhaust you to death someday."

"No." Zou Chengyan said this urgently, but he had no confidence, because he knew what was going on outside, and luckily they came to the countryside.

The cultural movement in the city became more violent, and many people died every day. The poor people who were beaten and couldn't get up were lying on the ground. Surrounding them by besieging the city was like building a grave.

Most of the Chinese people have gone crazy for the so-called revolution. People are struggling to survive in waves of storms. This is a catastrophe and a baptism that wipes out humanity.

If you die, you are dead. Those who live are either kneeling down and doing hard work, or those who are possessed by demons have messed with ghosts and monsters.

A family doctor in the town died because he was suspected of being a "spy," so members of the mass armed organization assigned some "heroic and combative" Red Guards to strangle him to death with hemp rope.

There is no doctor in the village, and it takes a long way to go to the hospital, and they have no money to see a doctor. The doctor who was strangled to death sometimes comes to the village to see a doctor for free.

Chu Sha knew acupuncture and could treat minor ailments, so the village chief came to him and found him a toilet alone for him to live in.

This clinic is very simple, with only a table and a bed, and the only tool for treatment is the needle pack that Chu Sha brought, nothing else.

However, this is also better than the educated youth, at least it does not leak.

As a black 'five' disciple, Chu Sha's situation can be described as bad and bad, not to mention the salary, the villagers are not even willing to come to him for medical treatment, they will only come if there is really no other way.

On this day, Chu Sha had just returned Zou Fengnian's pulse to the health center when he saw the lights in the room, he waved to Zou Chengyan, and the other party walked away immediately.

"Doctor Chu, take a look at my father, he has dropped his leg."

The old man in the room yelled, and Chu Sha hurried into the room. It was not enough to just look at it with his eyes, and he had to touch the old man's muddy black legs.

There are no gloves here, and he doesn't even have a white coat, so everything is kept simple.

"No broken bones, just connect it." As soon as Chu Sha connected the old man's leg, a bell rang outside, ringing like a reminder.

"The red guards are here! The red guards are here! Everyone hurry up and go home, and turn off the lights!" Someone knocked on a gong to remind them.

The injured old man endured the pain and stood up, and was supported by his son to go home.

The place where Chu Sha was staying was quite far from the cowshed of Zou Fengnian and his grandson, and it was too late to run back, so he immediately left the house and called Zou Chengyan in a low voice in the yard.

"Is this okay? What if they come in to search?" Zou Chengyan was pushed by Chu Sha and hid under the bed. He was afraid that it would affect the good reputation that Chu Sha had accumulated for treating the villagers.

As soon as the Red Guards and Little Red Generals came to the village, they looked like ghosts entering the village from a distance.

He is majestic and mighty, wearing a green military cap, a green military uniform, an armed belt around his waist, a red armband on his left arm, and a red book in his hand. He is beautiful and majestic!

The villagers often complain, but dare to speak out?

We are all poor people, we can't eat bear heart and leopard gall, and we can't afford tiger bone soup, so naturally we don't have the guts.

At this time, medicine can be taken indiscriminately, and you will be happy even if you drink poison, but if you say the wrong thing, you will encounter something more terrible than going to hell.

"You don't make a sound. I'll turn off the light. It's fine." Chu Sha said, turning off the light, and silently waited for the group of high-ranking people who were comparable to wolves, tigers and leopards to leave.

The Red Guards are different from people. They have shouldered a great mission. Everyone wants to join them, to join this non-human organization.

In this way, everyone can walk on the streets in high spirits, maintain the revolution, and destroy all evil forces that hinder social development.

Even at night, when you are lying on the bed, you can still hear a motley crew walking outside. Although the sound of footsteps is not as good as that of devils mopping up, but the momentum is not too much to admit.

"Open the door!" This group of wild guards called the Red Guards can search any house they want, and criticize whoever they want to criticize. This is the real revolution. It's all about something.

What kind of skill is it to deal with great powers?These good comrades who dare to attack their own people are real heroes!

Chu Sha didn't get out of bed until the group of people who were more troublesome than dogs left. He didn't dare to turn on the light, so he lit the oil lamp and leaned over to look at Zou Chengyan under the bed, "They seem to have left."

No one answered, it turned out that Zou Chengyan had fallen asleep.

Chu Sha didn't wake up Zou Chengyan. His bed was small and didn't weigh much, so he gently moved the bed aside, picked up Zou Chengyan, and sent Zou Chengyan all the way back to the cowshed.

Beginning in October [-], all kinds of deviance and lawlessness were no longer restrained, and the Red Guards, who were committed to maintaining the new social order, labeled the fools who intervened in lawlessness as "bourgeois reactionary routes."

This group of "people" will always encounter some idiots, but fortunately, they firmly believe in ideals and ride on everyone's heads with a face that is almost a villain.

It was hard work, and if they were in a hurry, they could just piss on everyone's heads.

Can this blame the great Red 'Guards?It is definitely not possible, and we still have to blame everyone for being ignorant.

If we got down on our knees and made it easy for them to piss like a boss, we wouldn't have so many problems.

Zou Chengyan wrote the diary arranged by Chu Sha under the moonlight. He broke out in a cold sweat when he conceived it. There are many things that cannot be written and will be used as excuses. He is afraid that future generations will not believe in the light after reading it. It was changed several times over and over again.

"You wrote very boldly, and I am very pleased with your courage." Chu Sha's eyes were sour. The oil lamp in his room was not very good, and it was close to Xun's eyes, but the handwriting could not be seen clearly when it was far away.

"I know I shouldn't write it." Zou Chengyan was not a talkative child. The tragedy of the times made him lose the innocence and ignorance of a child.When he saw those people treating Chu Sha like that, abusing his grandfather, and thinking of his father who died wronged, he felt an indescribable anger, so he wrote it.

After Chu Sha finished reading, he put the notebook on the oil lamp, and the flame touched the notebook, and the flames rushed up.

"The leaves of the elm trees in the village were all cleaned up, and the wild vegetables on the mountain were also dug up. I only found these."

Chu Sha sighed. He walked to the only pot in the house and lifted the lid. Inside were three pancakes baked with sweet potato noodles mixed with sweet potato leaves, only the size of a palm. He took a black and purple pancake and broke it open. The big half was given to Zou Chengyan, "Chengyan, eat this."

"I do not want."

"Take it for you."

"Thank you."

Zou Chengyan stuffed the half of the cake into his arms and held it. There was still a little heat on it. The cake was soft, and he was going to take it back for his grandfather to eat.

Seeing this, Chu Sha took another pancake from the pan and stuffed it into Zou Chengyan's hand, "Take this back to Grandpa."

"Ah."