Return To 1977 Chapter 48: Family origin

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The atmosphere in the yard was very awkward. After learning that Hong Yanwu was a worker, many policemen and worker militiamen began to discuss in low voices. No one was sure whether they should write a letter of praise to Hong Yanwu.

Faced with this change in attitude, Zhao Zhenmin scratched his head and couldn't help but feel grievances for Hong Yanwu.

"Hey~hey~hey! Why are you all like this? What happened to this brother who has been sent to a forced labor camp? Only those who have done good deeds should be praised. Director Qin, didn't you say that the first duty of the police is to Is it good for people who have made mistakes to reform? Facts have proved that this brother has reformed well..."

Director Qin frowned and kept thinking, seemingly not hearing anything.

At this time, Deputy Director Sun had read Hong Yanwu's materials carefully. Upon hearing Zhao Zhenmin's words, he raised his head and smiled with a hint of sarcasm. "Okay, Zhao Zhenmin, you and the labor camp inmates are really in harmony, and we are all brothers? I think you have forgotten that you are still a people's policeman, right?"

This sentence blocked Zhao Zhenmin's mouth, and Xing Zhengyi, who was standing aside, looked extremely ugly at the same time.

Hong Yanwu was also nervous, and he could see that something was wrong.

The "grandson" deputy director who interrupted seemed to be at loggerheads with the two policemen, and this matter would be ruined.

Sure enough, the deputy director of "Sunzi" stared at him as if he were looking at something, and asked in a sinister tone, "What is your family background?"

Hong Yanwu’s head exploded. This is the most important question, why did he forget it? He also carries another bigger political stain, which is his family background that has been on him since he was born.

Those who have not lived in this era may not know that in this special era, members of society will be divided into different categories. This division began as early as the 1950s, especially from the mid-1960s to the late 1970s, when family origin became the only criterion for dividing social classes. It can not only affect people's lives, but also determine everyone's future and destiny. For example, going to school, recruiting workers, joining the army, promotion, political work, marriage issues, selection of advanced workers and model workers, etc., everything depends on family background. And this kind of judgment standard has penetrated into every corner of society, leaving people with nowhere to hide.

Going up, it is crucial to solving organizational problems. For example, joining the Red Soldiers or Red Guards, joining the regiment, or joining the party not only requires strict inspection for three generations, but also all must be pure red to pass. Going further, even in a labor camp, people with a good family background and upbringing will be regarded as a contradiction among the people, and are often used to help reeducation-through-labor cadres manage those with a bad family background.

At this moment, the almost forgotten pain and humiliation in Hong Yanwu's memory were all clearly awakened.

"Remember, don't play with that brat, or I'll beat you up if you don't obey. His dad is a capitalist, a rich man in the old society. Rich people who exploit poor people are bad people."

When Hong Yanwu was a child, he heard with his own ears that the neighbors in Furuli admonished their children like this. Although he didn't understand what family background meant at that time, this thing had already begun to make him ostracized by others.

"Tch, can you compare with me? My grandfather is a rickshaw driver, and my dad is a three-wheeler driver. You are a 'Black Category Five' and want to join the 'Red Soldiers'? Just dream."

Heizi proudly showed off the diamond-shaped armband he just wore on his left arm (On December 22, 1967, the Red Soldiers officially replaced the Young Pioneers and became the only legal grassroots organization for children in the country. Its logo was originally a red A diamond-shaped armband with gold edges and gold characters is pinned to the spot on the left sleeve where the cowpox vaccine is located. This armband was originally made of cotton and could not help but get dirty. It had to be pressed with a plastic film at the general repair department and then changed into a plastic product. and material, commonly known as "Pian'er Tang"). Although Heizi always failed the exam and had to work in class for two years, his family background of "Zilai Hong" still allowed Heizi to successfully become a red soldier of the great leader. While Heizi and other children held a ceremony to join the Red Soldiers on the playground and happily put their newly issued armbands on their sleeves, Hong Yanwu could only hide in the classroom and watch through the window. At that time, tears were welling up in his eyes. His only feeling was that a father like Heizi's father was a great father. In comparison, his capitalist father is simply not as good as a little finger riding a tricycle.

"Young bastard, Hong Yanwu, with white hair and green hair, ate garbage and made shit..."

I don’t know when it started, but several boys in the class first developed the habit of chasing Hong Yanwu and scolding him in jingles. And gradually, more and more people in the class began to enjoy bullying him. They used chalk to draw small animals on his back, spit on pieces of paper and stick them on his clothes, and secretly used slingshots from behind to crush him during class. When he went to the toilet, they threw bricks into the toilet, splattering his body with feces and urine. By the time he graduated from elementary school, these happy and interesting games almost made all the male classmates in the class gloat and be extremely happy.

"What kind of good thing can a capitalist's son be if he was raised by a girl? He must have been stolen by a girl."

Several people in white coats were chasing after them, waving rolling pins and frying spoons, shouting and cursing, while Hong Yanwu was in front and ran away like a stray animal with his head in his arms. These people were chasing him because six eggs were lost in the school cafeteria, and the reason he was squatting by the cafeteria at that time was because he just wanted to nibble on his cold steamed bun with the smell of the food. It's not that he didn't think of explaining clearly that he had sworn to them and even allowed them to search him. But these people didn't care at all, they just wanted to catch him and beat him up for nothing, so he was forced to run. But along the way, more students participated in the chase. They chased him with coal and mud and threw them at him. His butt, back, and back of his head were all hurting, but these people were laughing and taking pleasure in his pain, as if they were participating in an extremely happy game. But he could only run with all his strength and try his best to run in twists and turns. Never fall! hurry up! Hurry up!

As Hong Yanwu grew up, he experienced more and more similar encounters, which gave him a deeper and deeper understanding of his family background.

A poor family background means that at any time a large puddle of black mud will fall towards him, or the ink of an ink pen will be thrown towards him, and the only thing his parents can say to comfort him is "Don't cause trouble, avoid them"...

A poor family background means that the door of his courtyard will be covered with overwhelming slogans and large-character posters dripping with ink, making him shudder at the first sight...

A poor family background meant that the children in the alley could throw stones at his mother at will, beating her until her body was bruised and bloody...

A poor family background meant that his father would have to hang a big sign with black letters and a red cross on his chest, his neck would be strangled with a wire, and then he would be pushed around in humiliation...

A poor family background means that many people can shout "Down!" and then enter and exit his home at will, using various revolutionary methods to touch his parents' skin and souls...

A poor family background means that all his family members will live in misfortune together. My younger sister will be spitted all over by her classmates, my second brother will be assigned to the poorest and most miserable place when he goes to the mountains and countryside, his eldest brother will have to go to the worst small factory when he is assigned a job, and my mother will have to get up at three in the morning every day to replace my father. When sweeping a whole street, even though my father was dragging his sick body, he had to wear a tall hat made of toilet paper from the latrine to endure criticism...

The family background is not good, so his whole family only deserves one right, which is to suffer in endless torture.

Deputy Director Sun couldn't help but become vigilant when he saw Hong Yanwu was silent for a long time. He pierced Hong Yanwu's face with needle-like eyes, and raised his voice to urge and ask questions. "Come on! Where are you from?"

This sharp and contemptuous questioning made Hong Yanwu feel ashamed and felt that he had become a trash can on the roadside or a piece of dirty and torn clothes.

What to do? Lie?

No, he has undoubtedly aroused the suspicion of the "grandson" in front of him, and there is absolutely no way he can get through. If you were caught lying about your family background, it would be no ordinary problem.

But if he admits it, just because this old boy has a good voice and a good temper, he looks like the kind of master who likes to get involved at every turn and uses the power in his hands to punish others.

He has seen this kind of person before. There was a boy in the labor camp who had this kind of behavior. He talks so much about class struggle that he is revolutionary. That kid was the kitchen attendant. When he was helping the kitchen, he took advantage of the little power given by the labor camp cadres to deliberately make things difficult for him. As a result, he was beaten to tears by Silence. Naturally, when we meet again, I will be honest and honest, and I will not dare to mention "overthrowing the rich, rich, counter-revolutionary and bad right-wingers" again. I dare say that all the revolutionary passion is all fake, you are just a idiot...

Thinking of this, Hong Yanwu's face turned gloomy, his temples twitched, and he instinctively clenched his fists. But his reason immediately stopped him. No, he must not have an attack. It would definitely be courting death.

Needless to say, as the saying goes: "Don't be afraid of officials, just be afraid of management." No matter how ill-intentioned this **** is, he can't beat him. Not only can't he be beaten, but even if this old boy pretends to be his elder, trains him like a grandson, or scares him in subtle ways, he will have to recognize him, and he will have to act like a bear obediently. Who told him that he was a "double material" who was a child of forced labor and illegal activities?

Hong Yanwu breathed heavily and forced himself to loosen his clenched fists that were bleeding. His forehead was already wet, his hands were still shaking with anger, and his heart felt as if it was stuffed with cotton balls. This inner struggle is simply more difficult than a real fight.

He noticed that everyone in the courtyard was waiting for his answer. Their eyes were all focused on him, as if they wanted to peel off his skin and bones layer by layer. The eyes of Zhao Zhenmin and Xing Zhengyi contained both worry and surprise, which made him feel even more uncomfortable. He wondered if they would change their attitude towards him.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter. Just pretend to be a grandson. Isn't he used to being so dejected?

Hong Yanwu breathed a sigh of relief at the end, lowered his head respectfully, tried his best to use a calm tone, and said to the hateful "grandson" director in front of him again the three words that had ravaged him for nearly twenty years in his previous life. .

"Capitalist."

Just three words can make everyone present take a deep breath, and in an instant the surrounding air is so cold that it can almost freeze people.

Only Deputy Director Sun showed such contempt, as proud as a victorious general.

"Tsk, it turns out he's a bitch..."

The sudden insult and sneer deeply hurt Hong Yanwu's heart, making him almost lose control of the anger he had just suppressed. But then he discovered that these words did not come from Deputy Director Sun's mouth, but came from behind him.

Hong Yanwu turned his head angrily, his eyes sharp.

It's You San.

I saw this boy raising his chin provocatively, his eyes full of sarcasm, and his ugly, bruised face full of vicious ridicule.

In Hong Yanwu's heart, he really felt unspeakable regret at this time.

It’s better to beat me too lightly!