The Ups and Downs of the Commoners Page #3

								


Give the Chinese people an unforgettable starvation.

Chapter 1

In the Taiqing Town, nestled on the banks of the Qingxi River, Land Reform Movement like the a furious storm is nearing its end. After one vigorous struggle after another, the landlords were forced to hand over their land, real estate, and gold and silver treasures, and the poor were immersed in the joy of sharing the fruits of victory.
"Come on!   Come on!   Steamed pork with rice flours, eight hundred yuan RMB① a bowl, cheaply to sold !" Outside the south gate of Taiqing Town, in a spacious shop, a tall, thin man in his early thirties, wearing an old cotton robe and a blue coarse cloth outerwear, standing beside a stack of steaming steamers, vigorously selling his own steamed pork with rice flours to passers-by. At this time, a middle-aged man of about forty, in a small grey felt hat and a long gown of light blue coarse loth come over to before the shop his, stood outside, blinking his triangular eyes, and said in a commanding tone: "Fang Xinwen, this afternoon all the industrial and commercial staff will attend volunteer work to move mud blocks from the pond at Shiziba. I have informed you that you cannot be absent!" Undertaker is Zhang Yuting, head of Huayuan Village in Taiqing Town. The Fang Xinwen that is busy in the shop heard Zhang Yuting's words, say carelessly: "I knew."
Fang Xinwen's steamed pork with rice flours were not sold out in the morning. He thinks, these the unsold steamed pork with rice flours, would be ruined if we didn't sell them this afternoon. He had never done the physical work of carrying mud before, and he was reluctant to go, so he reasoned to himself: "If the family wants to eat, the business of this shop must be taken care of well; besides, since it is voluntary labor, it should be voluntary. What's the big deal about not going?" So he continued to run his shop in the afternoon.
Before long, Zhang Yuting   came to the shop front and reprimanded Fang Xinwen. He with triangular eyes wide open, growled savagely, "Fang Xinwen! I told you to fetch mud from the pond, but why didn't you?" "Village head Zhang, don't you think I'm busy?" Fang Xinwen replied calmly. "What is busy or not busy? If you're busy, you must to go! If you're not busy, you must to go too!" Zhang Yuting said. Fang Xinwen got a little angry and countered: "Didn't you say it was voluntary labor? Voluntary labor should be voluntary. Do you not mean to force me to go?" Zhang Yuting said, "I force you to go, what you can do?" Fang Xinwen answered tit-for-tat, "I am neither a landowner, nor a rich peasant. Why should you force me to go?" Zhang Yuting knew he was making no sense. He sneered and said, "Well, you're not a landowner, nor a rich peasant! I...... I don't want to tell you anything more, but you will see the consequences!" Then he turned and walked away. As he walked away, he glanced over at Fang Xinwen and muttered, "Not the landowner or the rich peasant, but I will make you feel even worse than the landowner or the rich peasant!"
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