C324 Jumped into the Hui Min Canal

The next day, before dawn, a piece of news that shocked the entire village, along with the biting cold of the mountain wind, spread throughout the Fan household, and before noon, everyone in Mei Tanxiang knew about it.

At first, no one believed that Li Jizhen had jumped into the Hui Min canal. However, as more and more people talked about this matter, as well as the Li family's wailing, they had no choice but to believe it.

In the winter, the countryside was very idle. Many people welcomed the afternoon sun and gathered together. They could not help but talk about Li Jizhen's past. Some were envious, and some were slandering him. Most of them were regretful and lamenting.

When Fan Wenbin and Zhang Guyuan rushed to the Li family's courtyard in a hurry, the memorial hall had already been built. Under the contrast of the countless wreaths, the atmosphere was filled with a very sorrowful atmosphere, both inside and outside.

Yesterday afternoon, at the village committee, they sat together, drinking and discussing business. In the meantime, Li Manrong also said that his father was very sick, which was only a matter of one or two days.

Later, his wife Ma Guancui called, saying that his old father had woken up and that he wanted to go to the riverbank to relieve his boredom. No one could stop him.

Li Manrong smiled bitterly and said, You guys chat first. I have to go back and take a look. Director Fan knew that my father had a stubborn temper. No one could stop him.

Just like that, Li Manrong helped his old father to the riverbank. He walked slowly along the Hui Min canal. After the cold wind blew, Li Jizhen became much more energetic. He also talked more and more. He talked non-stop and did not stop.

This Hui Min canal was built in the 1960s in the last century, and it had been 50 years since then. At that time, there were no engineering machines. They relied on people to pull a carriage, drive a horse carriage, and transport all kinds of engineering materials.

At that time, people were really motivated. They worked all year round, as if they didn't know how tired they were. In the winter, when the crops were all cleaned up, they would repair the canal. Even the students and children would work for the adults under the guidance of their teachers.

The moment the large group of loudspeakers came out of the sun, they continuously played the highly-styled revolutionary song. The riverbank was filled with red flags. Under the lead of the captain, for an entire winter, regardless of whether it was sunny or cloudy, they worked hard to repair the canals. The scene was very lively and spectacular.

Speaking up to this point, Li Jizhen gradually became complacent and excited. A layer of red light appeared on his face. He looked at the river water in Hui Min canal with deep affection. His heart was overwhelmed with emotions, as if he had returned to the time when he was burning with passion.

In his distant and clear memory, the winter 50 years ago was much colder than it was now. Almost every day, it was either the wind or the snow. There were very few days when the sun was warm.

Every morning, when the sun just came out and the mountains and the earth were bathed in the bright sunlight, the high-pitch loudspeakers in the army started to play the revolutionary song, Socialism is Good.

For a moment, the high and intense music melody reverberated in the sky above both sides of the Yellow River. Under the sunlight and in the cold wind, it made people feel invigorated and full of lofty sentiments. Their entire bodies were filled with an endless amount of energy.

Good socialism, good socialism!

The social status of the people in a socialist country was high. The imperialism ran away with its tail between its legs.

The national unity of the people raised the climax of socialism, the climax of construction!

When they heard the megaphone, the members began to act very consciously. They picked up iron shovels, dug hooks, pulled up a carriage, and rushed the donkey carriages into the river bank. The wind and snow were blowing, and the donkey pulled people to build canals.

A cold and busy winter was quickly over amidst the busy work. At the beginning of spring of the second year, the newly constructed water canals had already begun to flow with clear river water, irrigation of large fields on both sides of the Yellow River.

Opening the canals to water the canals. That day, Li Jizhen specially chose a warm spring day to bloom with bright sunshine. He even invited the county government and the main leaders of the Mei Ban Public House to participate in this exciting ceremony.

On that day, the loudspeaker kept playing classic revolutionary songs. The river bank was filled with red flags that fluttered in the wind. The atmosphere was very grand, much more lively than the New Year.

On this very special day, both sides of the canal were filled with men, women, old and young. Many young people were even sitting on trees, their faces brimming with pride and excitement. They discussed animatedly, waiting for the moment when the canal was opened to let the water flow.

Today was not only a very happy day, but also a day that moved the tens of thousands of citizens of the Mei Ban Public House. It was even a day that was carved into their hearts. Because, for hundreds and thousands of years, the history of relying on the Yellow River to survive was going to end today.

The young students wore red scarves and beat gongs and drums. Under the lead of the teachers, they lined up in a very neat line. This was also a day that was worth writing in the history of the Fan Family, adding light and color to it.

After that, the Fan family's primary school students, about five to six hundred people, wrote an essay with a very excited mood. The topic was called An unforgettable Day. They used different narration methods to record this matter.

Even though fifty years had passed and all the primary school students had become people in their sixties, whenever this very special day was mentioned, they could not help but reveal excited expressions.

In the noisy drum music, as the representative of all the workers, Li Jizhen's face was glowing red with excitement. In front of everyone, together with the leaders of the county and public societies, he lifted the red cloth covering a stone with both hands. The three words "Hui Min Qu" the size of a bowl immediately appeared in everyone's eyes.

After the construction of the canal was completed, it should be named with a very loud and memorable name, which made Li Jizhen spend a lot of effort. According to his intention, he would name it 'Red Flag canal'.

However, at that time, the principal of Fan Jiadu Primary School, Shang Zhongxian, a senior graduate of the Daan Normal University, thought that there was already a Red Flag canal in Henan. If he called it by that name again, it would be a little repetitive and not interesting.

Li Jizhen thought about it carefully. That's right. He had already used this name. It wouldn't be good for us to call him that again. However, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of a good name.

Thus, he didn't think about it anymore. He gave Shang Zhongxian the mission of giving the new canal a pleasant and memorable name and handed it over to him very solemnly, asking him to complete it.

Shang Zhongxian did not disappoint the party secretary. Finally, a few days later, he handed a piece of white paper with more than ten names on it to Li Jizhen respectfully and asked him to make a decision.

Because he knew that without Li Jizhen's final nod, no matter how loud and meaningful the name he gave Daqu was, it would be useless.

After listening to Shang Zhongxian's introduction, Li Jizhen narrowed his eyes and thought for a long while. Then, he waved his hand and said a forceful and forceful sentence, Hui Minqu.

Just like that, the newly built big canal was called Hui Minqu. Up until now, it was still called Hui Minqu. It had been called Hui Minqu for a whole fifty years. In the future, of course, it would also be called Hui Min canal.

On this day, when Li Jizhen lifted the red cloth and revealed the words "Hui Min canal," the instant the words Hui Min canal were revealed, accompanied by the deafening sound of firecrackers, Hui Min canal was opened to let the water flow.

Looking at the river flowing into the fields happily, the people who built the Hui Min canal felt their hearts heat up at the same time, and then they shed tears of excitement.

Fifty years later, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the white-haired old secretary of the Fan Family, Li Jizhen, once again stood in front of the rock with the support of his son, Li Manrong. He stared at the three big words "Hui Min canal" with a solemn expression and once again shed tears.

Manrong, take a picture of me. Fifty years ago, he opened the canal to let the water flow. That day, I took a black and white photo with the leader of the County Public House. This time, I want to take a colorful photo.

Seeing that his father's attitude was very serious, Li Manrong felt his nose turn sour and tears fell down. He quickly turned around and wiped away his tears. He choked and said, Dad, hold onto the stone and stand there. I'll take a colorful photo for you.

Under the setting sun, the mountain wind blew. The river and the land were golden. The trees planted on the two sides of the canal had grown into towering trees in fifty years. They made a desolate sound in the mountain wind.

A few red-mouthed ducks were foraging in the fields, occasionally letting out a few screams. The flock of sparrows seemed to be frightened, and suddenly flew into the sky. They circled above their heads for a moment before flying off into the distance in groups.

Li Jizhen held the stone with a serious expression and a firm look in his eyes, as if he had built the Hui Min canal fifty years ago. His eyes shone with a very strong and unyielding belief.

The moment Li Manrong finished taking a picture with his phone, Li Jizhen's face only revealed one thing. Only children had a very naive and mischievous smile. He asked his son, Done taking the photo?

He finished taking photos. Li Manrong answered and went forward to pass his phone to his father. He pointed at the photos and said, Dad, look. The photos are very clear. Hui Minqu's three words were very clear.

Li Jizhen narrowed his eyes and looked at the photo. After a moment, he looked at the distant and deep sky. He let out a long sigh and said the last sentence in a clear voice.

Full of pride, this is the most meaningful thing I have ever done in my life. As long as Hui Minqu exists, there will be people who will remember my surname, Li.

Seeing that his father's expression was a little strange, Li Man Rong quickly consoled him, Dad, this Hui Min Qu that you've led everyone to build will always exist.

At this moment, Li Jizhen mustered all the strength in his body and took a few steps forward. With a very content gaze, he glanced at the Fan Family's Du and plunged into the Hui Min canal that he had personally built.

"Director Fan, I didn't think that my father would use such a method to say goodbye to the world. Their generation had suffered a lot, but they managed to survive with their backbone.

At this moment, sitting in the mourning room, looking at the old father's corpse, Li Manrong used a very sorrowful and sorrowful tone to tell Fan Wenbin, Zhang Guyuan, in detail, about the final scene of his old father in the human world.

"Look, this is the photo of my father and Hui Minqu. In his eyes, this Hui Minqu has condensed the sweat and blood of a generation, and it far surpasses us, the children. "

After listening to Li Manrong's painful narration, Fan Wenbin could not help but feel deeply moved. At the same time, a strong sense of respect welled up in his heart.

Li Jizhen had actually chosen such a way of dying at the last moment of his life. It made him extremely shocked, and he could not help but admire this person, who had been the village secretary for his entire life.

Even though this person had been a village secretary in the past, especially in the 1960s and 1960s, in that very special period of time, he had used many methods against his former owner, his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun. From the looks of it until now, these methods were a bit too excessive and despicable.

Zhang Guoyuan silently stared at the few photos on his phone, his emotions also very complicated. Li Jizhen, this very unyielding man of the Yellow River, the way he ended his life also made him feel very shocked in his heart.

During this period of time, he had been extremely ancient and experienced towards this piece of land, which was located at the edge of the Yellow River. It was even to the extent that it was a very mysterious land. As his understanding continued to deepen, it was the exact opposite from his wife, Gao Xin Yi. He was increasingly filled with great interest.

Sigh, should he invest in or not invest in the Ancient Silk Road cultural resort that Fan Wenbin had constructed? Looking at Li Jizhen and Hui Minqu in the photo, for a moment, Zhang Guoyuan actually fell into a state of being at a loss of what to do.