Around the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1930, when the Red Army division commander Duan Dechang led a team of several hundred people to march to my hometown, he saw the red sun setting in the west and smoke curling up from the village, so he ordered the troops to enter the village. Stay overnight. Commander Duan stayed at my great-grandfather's house, accompanied by more than 20 soldiers. Great-grandfather greeted me warmly and quickly ordered great-grandmother to cook. When Mr. Duan saw this, he said: Fellow fellow, we will come by ourselves and won’t disturb you. We just want to buy some firewood, rice, oil and salt from your house. After the meal, under the dim oil lamp, Mr. Duan asked people to pay according to the price. Great-grandfather said angrily: How many kilograms of rice are there? The vegetables are grown at home. How can you entertain guests and make them spend money? Besides, there are more than 20 of my nephews and nephews from the clan who are with you, so this meal is just for them. Mr. Duan stood up and held his great-grandfather's hand tightly: "Paying for meals is a matter of course and a revolutionary discipline." We have received your love for the Red Army...
After dinner, the bright moon was shining brightly. When the village heard that the famous Commander Duan was coming, they all rushed to tell each other and came to their great-grandfather's house to see the general. Style. Mr. Duan also became interested, and regardless of his fatigue, he walked quickly into the crowd, speaking with a Nanxian accent, and said loudly: Folks, how about we play the game of touching the blind in the threshing floor down the slope? Everyone smiled and gathered around Mr. Duan and rushed to the threshing floor. Who pretends to be blind first? Everyone laughed and said: Of course it’s you, Mr. Duan! I can’t be blind, otherwise I will be caught and shot by the white dog. Everyone laughed. Everyone formed a large circle, and Commander Duan stood in the center. He took the cloth towel handed by the guard, wrapped it around his head, covered his eyes, walked steadily, bent his elbows and pressed his palms, feeling calm and relaxed in the wind. But ready to go. Under the silver moonlight, he seemed to be the commander-in-chief in the ancient Chinese military tent, hiding his strategies and winning a thousand-mile victory. At this time, under the instigation of the adults, a clever child crept up behind Mr. Duan. Before his little hands could reach out, Mr. Duan lunged backwards, as fast as lightning, and hugged the child with both hands. Smiling, he spun around in a circle and placed it gently on the ground. When he stood firm, he patted his little head. The child ran away in a flash. Some people were dissatisfied, but still carefully attacked them secretly, and all of them were captured by Commander Duan. The villagers marveled at the division commander's agility and quickness, applauded one after another, and secretly praised: He is indeed a leader!
After the game, the officers and soldiers rested, and great-grandfather proposed to make a bed for Division Commander Duan. He disagreed and said that he only needed to borrow a few bundles of straw from fellow villagers and make a floor in the main room. So, several soldiers brought several bundles of straw from the threshing floor, spread them evenly on the ground, covered them with marching quilts, and lay down one by one. Mr. Duan slept on the far side. On the ground filled with the fragrance of grain and grass, the soldiers fell into a deep sleep for a while. When the rooster crows at the third watch, Mr. Duan and the others quietly get up, roll up their bedding and bundle the straw under the dim lantern, sweep the ground clean, and go out quietly. Great-grandfather woke up just in time and got up to see him off. Mr. Duan lowered his voice and said: Fellow fellow, I’m sorry to disturb you. The rooster crows to hurry up. He suddenly remembered that during dinner in the evening, my seven-year-old grandfather stared at his pair of sandalwood chopsticks with admiration. He took out a pair of sandalwood chopsticks with thin threads on the ends from his bag, handed them to his great-grandfather, and said: You The third son of the family was born well, and I heard he could read, so I gave it to him as a souvenir.
After dawn, all the people staying with the Red Army realized that they had already left, and they regretted not sending them breakfast.
People in the Ridge said: Duan Dechang was of medium build and strong, and was famous in the Honghu area as a handsome man. Unfortunately, he was killed by Xia Xi with his reorganization faction. Great talent attracts jealousy from heaven, not to mention humans?