The theme recitation | Xu Lifang: Zhi sent salt to the Red Army

【Issue 2285】

Study well the party's historical | Tell the red story well

Works: Wisdom sends salt to the Red Army | Recitation: Xu Lifang

Source: Party Branch of Zhanggong District Teaching and Research Center

Submission: Organization Department of Zhanggong District Committee

As the sun crossed the ridge on the west side and the river grew darker, the footsteps of the White Patrol became denser on both sides of the river.

Right under the enemy's heavily guarded eyes, there was a mysterious salt delivery team on the outskirts of Ganzhou, risking their lives to send scarce supplies to the Central Soviet Region. Wang Musheng, an old worker at the shipping dock, is one of them.

One winter night in 1931, in a broken house on the southern outskirts of Ganzhou, Wang Musheng, who was sick, and his only son, Hongsheng, discussed how to transport the salt they had saved to the East River. Hongsheng is a young man who has just turned sixteen, and since he was a child, he has been soaking in the river with his father to punt boats and put wooden rows, and he has practiced a good water. This time, his father fell ill and had to give the task of transporting salt to Hongsheng.

Hongsheng had long heard the story of the Red Army, had long wanted to see the Red Army, and he also knew that the salt in the Soviet Area was too scarce, and he was very happy to be able to send salt to the Red Army this time.

However, on the last nine cold days, the White Army concentrated all the boats between the rivers on the banks of the Ximen River and were not allowed to start them without authorization. How can you transport salt across the river?

The father and son discussed and discussed, or Wang Musheng had a way: find a large moso bamboo, open the internal bamboo knot, hide the salt in the empty cylinder, and seal the mouth of the cylinder. Bamboo itself has buoyancy, and using it to carry salt across the river is both light and reliable and can use the power to float water, killing two birds with one stone.

The next afternoon, Hongsheng carried the bamboo tube to the mouth of the Shahe River. Arriving at the exit of Jiangwan, I saw only a white army, carrying a spear, pacing down the leeward hillside.

Hongsheng pretended to be okay and walked over. When the White Army saw someone coming, he shouted, "What for?" Hongsheng said, "Buy bamboo!" The White Army roared menacingly, "Check!" Hongsheng did not hesitate to put down the bamboo and untie the cotton jacket, and the white army touched him up and down, and every hole in the rotten cotton jacket was searched, and kicked him in the ass: "Poor egg, roll!"

Hongsheng carried the bamboo toward the river, saw no one around, picked up the bamboo, and jumped into the river. The river was cold, freezing to breathe, and Hongsheng was desperate to use his hands and feet, desperately paddling toward the opposite shore.

At this time, the white dog on the Hexika found someone adrift in the river and shouted, "Stop, what are you doing?"

"Pick up bamboo and burn it." Hongsheng agreed with his mouth, and slid his hand hard towards the east bank.

When the white dog saw that the situation was not right, he "banged" and fired a shot into the air.

Hongsheng could not hide, and used the dark color of the evening to row desperately towards the East River.

"Shhh..." A bullet shot into the heart of the river, and the white dog aimed at Hongsheng and shot.

"Ping-pong ping-pong..." A splash of water splashed in the heart of the river. The bullets became denser and denser, getting closer and closer to the red students, and the bullets on the bamboo barrels were also hit. Suddenly, Hongsheng's right hand that climbed the bamboo tube was shaken, and a wave of numbness loosened his hand, "Grunt and grunt..." Even after drinking a few sips of water, his whole body sank. The white dog on the west bank, schadenfreude, saw Hongsheng sink into the water and stopped shooting.

Hongsheng slowly sank to the bottom of the river, stepping on his feet and floating out of the water, sinking and floating strongly out of the water. After struggling for an unknown amount of time, my legs finally reached the beach on the east coast. Hongsheng was dizzy and fainted on the ground...

The red sun is just rising and the sun is shining. When Hongsheng awoke from the nightmare, the wound had been bandaged and his body was lying on the warm bed. He exclaimed, "What is this place, my bamboo tube?!"

A Red Army soldier came over and stroked his hot forehead with a large warm hand and said, "Good brother, we have received salt!" ”

Source: Gannan Daily

Editor: Xie Zhongying Proofreader: Peng Fang

Duty Director: Ming Xinwu

Editor: Li Zhongsheng Chen Yuxin