1944 was an unusual year.

In Shaanxi, the Liuba area in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, Liuhou Township, and Dayanba.

As a retaining dam in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, although the conditions of the county seat are acceptable, the conditions in the countryside are indeed very difficult. Subject to factors such as terrain and traffic, development has not been great in the ten years after liberation. Even the Liuhou Township, which has the beautiful legend of Liuhou, has a worse life.

Benefiting from the policy of the Republic, the education, medical care, and ordinary people's livelihood and social engineering of dam retention have been basically good. The state-owned economy, mainly the mountain economy and forestry economy, has developed well, but most rural areas still live in Poverty.

The crime of the African Republic is really too harsh in regional conditions.

On March 6th, the solar terms were shocked, the spring thunder moved stupidly, and the earth returned to spring. The snow in Dayanba began to melt, but the villager Luo Wen'an's home was frowning for a major event.

It's not bitterness, it's left and right, some are unsure.

Nearly fifty people, Luo Wen'an, caught up with the last train of the Southwestern era. Although he hadn't read a book since he was a child, in his twenties, he was taken over by the Southwest government who stayed in the dam and organized into a 'non-departure school'. 'In peasant leisure, literacy readings, although I did n’t learn too much in the end, anyway, it ’s no longer utterly illiterate, and the cultural teacher even gave these students in the class unregulated names. His name was then registered on the census file, and he has since been called Luo Wen'an.

For nearly thirty years since then, the honest Luo Wen'an has not done anything earth-shattering, and has not made any fortune. Even every time he goes hunting and collecting medicine in the mountains, it is only a regular harvest. But he is also considered to have completed most of the life tasks of his family. He married a virtuous mother-in-law and was very filial to his father. He also raised two sons, one who joined the army and one who was about to go to high school.

It was getting dark, and the mother-in-law was busy on the stove. The cauldron was steamed rice in a wooden barrel, and the rice fragrant flew out of the gap of the 缯 子 盖 with water vapor. The wok was fried, crackling because it had oil in it.

Sitting at the door of the stove room, Luo Wen'an drank dry tobacco in a mouthful. On the bamboo lounge chair next to him was his father Luo Shifang, a 70-year-old man, who was very good, and his wife had died for several years.

Listening to the crackling sound in the pan, Luo Wen'an went back to a few decades ago. At that time, there was no crackling in the wok, because there was almost no oil in the pan. The wok was always salted. At that time, stick the pot with fat pork, or boil some oil and eat it tightly, and occasionally eat some other oil, but it is always bitter.

"Oh ~"

The first cauliflower and stir-fried meat was already cooked. He could hear that it was the mother-in-law who washed the pan and poured the oil again to fry the second dish. Cauliflower stir-fried meat is the favorite dish of mother-in-law in winter and his favorite. The fatty pork is simmered with cauliflower, and the flavor does not change.

"It's still a good day." Luo Wen'an felt a trace of emotion. "If life could be better, what would it be like?"

"Dear son, what are you talking about," Which is thin ", can you eat cauliflower fried meat?"

Although the old man is relatively old, his bones are not bad. He has not been crushed by farm work all the year round. He is still a good farmer. The biggest enjoyment is usually lying on a reclining chair after a meal and teasing with his son. Tear outside life.

However, today is business.

"Dad, it's not thin, it's in Siberia, the village committee's Song Yaner said that the country set up a Beihai province there. Now it's called Beihai, and what old hairy man called Belga."

Luo Wen'an was not very cultural. After thinking hard, he remembered that when he went to the village chief Song Gaoming at noon, this was the little sister-in-law who was his classmate. "Cauliflower fried meat is probably not available, but the baby said in the letter that there is meat, beef and mutton every day. It is better than home. The cans are delivered in boxes.

"Canned food is so expensive. The government has so much money?" Luo Shifang had little knowledge and had not traveled far away. The farthest place was to carry the wood to the county town to sell, but that was a matter of decades ago. He also saw those cans in the grocery store in the village and in the shops in the town. The family could afford it, but he never touched it. He was seriously ill. The second daughter brought two cans and was left by him as a treasure. Give two grandchildren a solution.

"Dad, that's not ordinary canned food, canned fruit, canned meat, everything is all right. Dawa said that the army eats and wears very well, and some vegetables also eat, but the winter conditions are worse, you don't need to worry about him. Wen An said.

"This is thin ... forget it, Beihai, Beihai said smooth." Luo Shifang saw the smoke burned out, and immediately changed a small cut of dry smoke. "I hope that the baby can escape the guns and shells. This year, you must fight Fight, but still have to keep his own life, the second baby is still young, the family still counts on him.

A few days ago, I set up a dragon gate with them and said that a pour of water in this place can form ice. You are now the head of the family. This immigration matter should be thoughtful. "

Luo Shifang sighed, he knew the conditions at home, the grandson joined the army, the second grandson was in high school, and the conditions were not bad. The grandson would send the salary back on time every month, but it was a lot of money. Tian is not as good as him for a month. His young grandson has a terrific study and high school grades. It is said that he hopes to take at least some specialties, and luckily he can go to a technical school or other university.

He is the proudest of his two grandchildren. He has always believed that in his life, he can see two grandchildren Guangzong Yaozu.

"Our Luo family, our ancestors are well buried. We have caught up with a good sun. There is a good country and a good emperor. The two babies are fighting again, and they have the culture and the military. We are the number one in the village. The grandson has insight I do n’t quite understand the things he said, but I believe that it ’s up to you to take your idea now. ”

Luo Wen'an frowned slightly. The old man said that the letter he received when he went to the bank to collect money from his son Luo Zhongkui.

That letter made Luo Wenan sleepless that night.

He put down the smoke, put out the fireworks, and rubbed his hands firmly on the clothes. Then he took the letter from the inner purse of Queliang jacket.

"father:

Good letter.

I want to report to my father a great good news. After brave fighting, our Siberian front of the National Defense Forces achieved a major victory, recovered the area of ​​Belga with an area of ​​more than 1 million square kilometers, and captured more than 500,000 Soviet devils. Mao Zi, I can't see the edge at a glance. In our class alone, I caught hundreds of Soviet devils, more than ants. Other seized firearms, ammunition, tanks, planes, cannons, piled higher than the mountains.

In addition, the state decided to establish a Beihai Province here.

Dad, you may soon know that the country will launch a large immigration plan. Anyone with little land and local conditions can move to Beihai Province through this large immigration.

Dad, you did n’t come here, you do n’t know how fat the land is. It looked like snow was everywhere, but as soon as the snow was opened, the fertile land was good, and I couldn't see it at a glance.

In this big immigration policy, ordinary three or four-family families can be allocated up to 20 mu of land at the beginning. Moreover, the political commissar also said that the country will allocate more land in the future, not for the time being, because the agricultural machinery is insufficient and large-scale planting cannot be started. It is inefficient to rely on itself and hire Soviets to plant. It's easy to waste more.

In addition to dividing fields, Soviet people can be hired very cheaply, and there are ready-made houses.

Erlian has recently supervised the Soviets to build a house. That house, you have never seen it. Like the house in the county seat, it is called a residential area. The houses are lined up, saving land and concentrating on living.

Chairman Zhang took care of us as soldiers, and gave us the first batch of opportunities. Family members of the soldiers have priority in immigration and enjoy excellent treatment. They can also use military performance points to exchange more land of no more than 100 acres. These you may not I understand, but it's definitely a good thing.

I thought about it again and again and asked the political commissar. He said that although my family is not poor, the conditions are absolutely met. In the earliest batch of immigrants, in addition to being able to choose the first house, the first one can be selected first. The land is in very good condition.

Dad, you have to think about this very seriously. The commissar said that Beihai Province will develop greatly in the future. All farming will be mechanized. One person can do ten people's work. The Soviets will also be employed and live in a house. Hundreds of thousands of Soviet devils are helping us build large railways and building large civil airports. In the future, large military transport aircraft will provide immigrants with air tickets to return to the mainland at low prices for a long time ...

Dad, finally I'll tell you the good news. I was promoted to squad leader. The political commissar asked me to do a good job, saying that I have the culture, lively ideas, and good performance. Maybe I can become a larger officer ... "

What Daer Zhongkui said in the letter was confirmed a few days later. First of all, the broadcast was full of good news. The announcer's voice was excitedly distorted. Luo Wenan knew that the victory of his son was true.

Every day someone enviously asked him about his son Luo Zhongkui.

When Luo Wenan was proud to say that when his son became the monitor, the envy of the villagers, he felt worth it. He won the glory for the country and the glory for his family. He thinks that this son is the most proud.

As for how big is one million square kilometers and how big is the result, he doesn't know what tanks, planes, cannons, and he just heard about it. He has seen it in the township-government brochure, but the actual concept is completely absent.

But he felt that his son's troops could capture hundreds of thousands of old Maozi, which was absolutely remarkable.

Then, his son's classmate, village head Song Gaoming, announced to everyone that the country wanted to organize a large immigration, and the area to stay in the dam was among the first batch of immigrant candidates because of the difficult conditions.

The village office and township government have posted big announcements, and special staff members are there to explain immigration policies.

The benefits that Song Gaoming said are the same as the eldest son said in the letter. The land is unimaginable. The land of a family can be more than that of ten households. There is also a very good new house. Of course, it is cold. Point, but I heard that the community will be collectively heated in the future. He didn't know what heating was, and thought it might be charcoal for fire.

I have to say that Luo Wen'an was tempted.

In this life, two sons are his greatest pride.

His family is not poor. He makes crops honestly, and occasionally sells wild goods to make money. In addition to the salary of his eldest son, the family also has small assets.

However, his lack of literacy does not mean that he has no ambition.

His biggest idea is to save more money for the two sons and improve the living conditions for the descendants of the Luo family.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking up at the mountains around him. He used to feel very kind, but now he feels a little stuffy.

He couldn't help but think of what his son said, that a large farm in Siberia, a lot of fertile land, and a lifetime crop, his mind really moved ...

Although as an honest farmer and a farmer with a homeland, he had his last hesitation, and he was also careful about being the head of the family, but he still wanted a decision.

And this decision, he subconsciously wanted to get from others.

"Baby, you take out the bacon, make two more dishes, and then go to Zhang San's wife's shop to buy some wine. I'll call Song Yaner over here."

"Well, it's getting dark. Watch your dog, don't get bitten."

Luo Wen'an rose suddenly, seemed to make a big decision, shouted into the stove, and went out.

Ten minutes later, Luo Wen'an and a 20-year-old youth from the "Southwestern Costume" walked into the small courtyard. The youth were also peasants dressed up, very simple, but also tasted as grass-roots village officials, and brought a canvas file bag.

"Master Three, look at me again." Gao Ming Song greeted the father with a smile. He has a good relationship with Luo Zhongkui. He has not come to Luo family to eat rice. The conditions in his family are compared with Luo family. The difference is a lot, mainly because the old man is in poor health and can't do farm work. After he read the book, he became a good farmer when he became the village head. When he encountered a good age, his life slowly improved.

"So much attention, you little cub, you're ready to eat right now," the old man said happily.

"Hey baby is here, sit down quickly." Luo Wen'an's mother-in-law also greeted happily. She had hands and feet, and when Song Gaoming arrived, she started serving.

Luo Wenan and his son accompanied Song Gaoming for a while, drank a few dishes, and began to enter the topic.

"Wuwa, what do you think? What do you think Zhong Kui said, isn't it?" Luo Wenan asked, and his mother-in-law and old man were also staring at Song Gaoming.

"Why isn't it right? There is nothing wrong with the country." Song Gaoming drank a little wine, but his spirit was getting better. Speaking of the country's policies, it was a continuous stream of talks. The examples are all visible, and the Luo family nodded in unison.

"This matter, I think, the key lies in whether you dare to eat crabs, dare to eat crabs for the first time, or dare to leave your hometown. Also, Zhong Kui supports, does Zhong Ming also support? This matter, very Important, after all, it is to travel to another country. "Song Gaoming said seriously.

"Agree, he came back from a holiday two days ago, and said that as long as his grandpa is fine, he can go." Luo Wenan said,

"Master San's health is very good and there will be no problems. If it is there, the conditions are good. When you pass by, the house, the medical station in the residential area, medicines, and cotton clothes are all free, and the charcoal for heating is not money. The country has considered it. "

Song Gaoming eloquently said, "Those old Maozis are easy to use. They used to be collective farms and completely obediently became our new farm workers. They helped us build a house, they also helped us take care of the wheat, repaired the water conservancy, and finished Ready for spring ploughing.

This past will not be yours. It is everywhere in the country, especially Qinghai, Gansu, the poor, the land is almost less, Henan, the population is more, Mongolia, Shanxi, and the close ones are all close. There are many people going. Some are half of the people in a village.

This is not bragging. It is a high school classmate of mine. Now Hanjing works, he wrote to tell me. "

"So many people are going? The land has been divided up. The house is enough." Luo Wenan said worriedly.

"Of course, uncle, you don't know how big that place is. Land and houses are definitely enough. Also, people who want to emigrate are everywhere. What are we Chinese most realistic about? We all want to get rich. If you think about it, what are the two acres of land in your house now? When you go there, that is 20 acres of land, and you can still invite Soviet races.

Moreover, at that time, Zhong Kui exchanged his battle points for land, and it is only natural that your family has more than 100 mu of land. Song Gaoming said enviously, "My dad is not in good health, otherwise I would go there first. After a few years, if his old man goes away, I will take my mother-in-law and baby. Anyway, there are schools there, and there will be 30 years of comprehensive preferential policies including education.

I was very envious of Zhong Kui. If I hadn't passed the physical examination and had dizziness, I would definitely have gone to the army with him that year. Hey, I have no life than others. "

"Do you really think it's fair?"

"Uncle, of course I think that China and the country have never been through."

"..."

Luo Wenan heard and murmured, and the father next to him didn't speak. Luo Wenan's mother-in-law was attentive. For her, there is no such thing as indifferent homeland. Although her family still has relatives, they are not very close. All her thoughts were on that ten acres of land.

"I won't say a hundred acres of land. This is 20 acres of land. I dare not think about it." Luo Wenan's mother-in-law, sighed, she suffered because she had no culture, but knew that it was a lot of land.

"Oh, twenty acres of land is more than 12,000 square meters, more than one hundred meters long and more than one hundred meters wide, or thirty to forty long, dozens of feet wide. From this door, you go all the way to the east. Under the banyan tree. "Song Gaoming briefly described.

He knew that ten acres of land, if it was the school's playground, didn't look like much, but if these areas were all land, it would be scary.

"If it's a hundred acres ..."

Luo Wenan couldn't think of it. If there were one hundred acres ...

"If there were 100 acres, it would be more than 60,000 square meters, two or three hundred feet long and wide, and most of our village."

Song Gaoming said with emotion, Dayanba is mountainous, the cultivated land is small and scattered, and the total area is very small.

"Come, come, sir, keep drinking. I'll think about it again. I'll think about it then. The first one is to sign up for you."

Luo Wenan's mind had already made a decision. This decision was not so much what Song Gaoming had given him, he said.

Song Gaoming: "Okay, uncle, I don't talk too much about this, so you don't blame me if there is a problem later. I will just say, go early, everything is good early."

"Okay, what about it."

...

In the early morning of the next day, when the chicken just called, there was a figure not far away from Song Gaoming's house, and then the dog barked. Song Gaoming, who had just awakened from the hangover, was then knocked by the knock on the door and was under his clothes. When he got up on the bed, he opened the courtyard door, but he saw Luo Wen'an flashing with a smile on his face.

"Wuwa, haha ​​... sorry to bother you, uncle, uncle wants to sign up soon ..."

A month later, the first immigrants of the Great Migration Program were quickly transported to Kulun from all over the country through more convenient transportation.

Because there is no war ahead, although the train to Beihai Province is only half repaired, the train can also be driven to half.

Luo Wenan rushed to Cullen with his 70-year-old father and mother-in-law, and his second son stayed in the Mainland to wait for the next college entrance examination.

When Luo Wen'an saw immigrants distributed in oversized tents in front of him and saw more than 100,000 people dragging his mouth, he couldn't help but feel grateful that he had the earliest sign-up, the earliest choice, and the earliest choice.

At this moment, as an honest farmer, he thoroughly understood how much land, ready-made houses, and a good future are attractive to a farmer.

Life in the temporary settlement area was only two or three days, and then Luo Wenan was brought together with his family. A deputy secretary of the immigration committee wanted to speak to those who were about to board the car.

In the face of thousands of people in front, and more than 100,000 people in the temporary settlement area behind, the voice of the deputy secretary was unprecedentedly full of passion.

"Dear folks, my compatriots, I am very happy to be able to serve you and be able to send you a ride on the road to becoming rich.

As the forerunners of the Great Migration Program, you are the pioneers of Beihai Province and the example of the nation. You are the first people who dare to eat crabs.

The country's land is limited and the nation has limited living space. What should we do?

The chairman told us what the Soviets are best at? What they do best is grabbing what they lack from others.

They have successfully stolen the North Sea, they have stolen the Far East, and they have taken millions of square kilometers of land. Through continuous plunder, they have expanded their territory by dozens of times.

And today, we have to recuperate others with their own ways.

We have no land, but Beihai has it.

We have no living space, but the North Sea has.

We have no wealth, but Beihai has it.

I ’m going to Beihai for thousands of miles, but you are not alone. The Million National Defense Forces are your faithful patron saints. The Simon Railway, which is about to open to traffic, is your guarantee to go home, and 600 million Chinese children are your eternal compatriots.

Do n’t you think that Beihai is a foreign country, the chairman told us, hometown, what is hometown?

The place that can make our Yanhuang sons and daughters grow, let us Chinese people live with their heads raised, and the land that can grow can let us live peacefully and happily without suffering from the enemy ’s fire and other people ’s abuse. Our hometown.

My hometown is in my heart, and my hometown is also under our feet. Su Wu used to herd sheep in the North Sea. We plan to have 10 million people in the immigration plan. There may be more immigrants in the future and strong national security. What are you afraid of?

Beihai is not a foreign country, it is our own sacred and inviolable territory.

...

Although the country is becoming richer and richer, and the gross national product continues to increase, money and wealth will not fall from the sky. Here, I wish you all to live and work in the new land, plan out golden dolls in the land, and achieve prosperity and prosperity. !! !!

I always believe that the chairman said: "Chinese children, have power!" !!

Now, I announce that the first batch of the first phase of the Great Migration Program is underway.

Get on board! !! !! "

In the sound of the train's long whistle, Luo Wen'an boarded the Simon Railway train with full of blood and infinite hope for a new life.

A few days later, they stopped just after Chaktu.

Somewhere in the former Soviet Union, which had just been renamed 'Minxing County', the first phase of immigrants got out of the car.

From the train windows, the migrants have already seen a continuous field of farmland. Although it is still covered with white snow, some places have exposed the green wheat below.

When the staff told everyone that this Minxing County will be your new home in the future, everyone was boiling.

When he got off the train, Luo Wenan jumped out of the car and stomped on the ground, shouting loudly to the old man and his wife, "There is nothing strange about the land here, it is all down to earth."

Later, the migrants boarded the army's truck convoy, and after less than twenty minutes of travel, they reached the first large immigrant settlement.

Next to a Chinese village is a Soviet village.

The houses of the Soviets were the old ones. They were relatively old. Everyone was asked to line up at the entrance to the village. In their complex eyes, the Chinese immigrants arrived in the new village by truck.

The village is a new house built by hard-working Soviets for meager wages and collective food.

The eyes of the Soviets were complicated, but the Chinese and the Soviets told them at this time!

A traitor pointed at the Chinese and repeated in Chinese and Russian, "They are the real masters of this land. If anyone opposes them, whoever disobeys these new farmers, they will endure hunger and The cold, the worst, will be expelled to the north ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ to get you back into the arms of the Bolsheviks. Of course, the worst will be shot on the spot. "

With the sue of Su Zhe, all the Soviets saw the side of the Chinese soldiers who raised the rifle in their hands, pulled the insurance neatly, and could not help but shrink their hearts, fearing to anger the Chinese.

Over the past few months, they have found that the Chinese are not difficult to serve. As long as they work hard, at least they live better than the Soviet collective farms. They have food and clothing, medical care, and no problem at school. They can still get jobs.

Everyone, even old people who were once known as Bolshevik followers, recognized a very real problem.

"The era of the Soviet Union is over. In the future, it will be the era of the Chinese."

But what does this matter?

Life still has to continue. As long as it is not forced to run out, no one wants to use a **** and a sickle to collide with a bayonet machine gun.

From this day, China ’s Great Migration Plan has been fully launched. Since then, the road of the Chinese hometown has lasted for decades! !!