Hearing what was happening, Qin He came over from the river and froze when he saw Gugu’s injury. Then a howl burst from his lips, followed by a mouthful of blood. When people rushed up to help him, he pushed them away and staggered forward as if drunk, picking up the club, now stained with Gugu’s blood, and raised it over Zhang’s head. Put that down! Gugu shouted as she struggled to her feet. You’re supposed to be watching the boat. What are you doing here? Making things worse. With a sheepish look, Qin He dropped the club and walked slowly back to the riverbank.
Gugu pushed Little Lion away and walked up to Zhang Quan, while Qin He was still howling as he walked towards the riverbank — Gugu was too focused on glaring at Zhang Quan to look behind her. The man was still cursing, but there was fear in his eyes now. Let him go, she said to the militiamen who held him by the arms. When they hesitated, she repeated herself. Let him go!
Give him back his club! she demanded.
One of the militiamen dragged the club up and tossed it down in front of Zhang.
Pick it up! Gugu said with a sneer.
Zhang mumbled, I’ll fight anyone who tries to end the Zhang family line!
Fine! Gugu said. You’re a brave man. She pointed to her head. Hit me here, she said, right here! She took a couple of steps closer. Me, she shouted, Wan Xin, this is the day I put my life on the line! Back when a little Japanese soldier came at me with a bayonet, I wasn’t afraid, so why should I be afraid of you today?
Zhang Jinya came up and shoved Zhang Quan. Apologise to Chairwoman Wan!
I don’t need his apology, Gugu said. Family planning is national policy. If we don’t control our population, there won’t be enough to feed and clothe our people, and a failure in education will lower the quality of our population, keeping the country weak. Sacrificing my life for national family planning is a small price to pay!
Zhang Jinya, Little Lion said, get on the phone and send for the police.
Zhang Jinya kicked Zhang Quan. On your knees! he demanded, and ask Chairwoman Wan for forgiveness.
Forget it! Gugu said. Zhang Quan, you could get three years in prison for hitting me, but I won’t lower myself to your level, and I’m willing to let you go. There are two paths open to you now. You can have your wife go with me to the health centre for an abortion, where I will personally perform the procedure and guarantee that she comes through it safely. Or I can turn you over to the police for punishment; then, if your wife goes with me willingly, fine. If not — she pointed to Zhang Jinyan and the militiamen — they will take her there.
Zhang Quan was in a crouch, holding his head in his hands and sobbing. Three generations have had only one son each. Will I be forced to see that line ended? Open your eyes, Heaven…
Zhang Quan’s wife walked out of the yard; she was weeping, and had straw in her hair. Obviously, she’d been hiding in a haystack.
Chairwoman Wan, be kind, forgive him. I’ll go with you.
Gugu and Little Lion were heading east on the riverbank behind our village, probably to make a report at brigade headquarters. But as they entered the lane that would take them there, the woman on the boat — Zhang Quan’s wife — came out of the cabin and jumped into the river. Qin He dived in after her, but since he did not know how to swim, he sank to the bottom. He managed to come up for air, but sank again. Help! Huang Qiuya screamed. Save them!
From our perch in the tree, we watched as Gugu and Little Lion turned back and ran to the river.
Wang Gan jumped nimbly into the river. Growing up on the banks of the river, we learned how to swim at about the same time we learned how to walk. The willow tree might as well have been set there for us to practise diving. I hoped that Little Lion had witnessed Wang Gan’s beautiful dive. I followed him into the river. Li Shou dived in from the riverbank. We should have tried to save the pregnant woman first, but she was nowhere in sight. Poor Qin He was right there in front of us, thrashing in the water, like a fritter rolling in bubbling oil.
Grab his hair, Wang Gan’s father alerted us, and watch out for his arms!
Wang Gan swam up behind him, reached out and grabbed him by the hair. He had a great head of hair. Wang Gan later said it was like a horse’s mane.
Wang Gan was a better swimmer than any of us. He could ford the river holding his clothes over his head and reach the other bank without a drop of water on them. Being able to demonstrate his swimming skills in front of the woman of his dreams was a wonderful opportunity. Li Shou and I helped him, one on each side until Qin He was safely on the bank.
Gugu and Little Lion came running up.
You idiot, Gugu fumed. What were you trying to do?
Qin He was spread out on the ground, coughing up water.
Zhang Quan’s wife jumped into the river, Huang Qiuya sobbed. He tried to save her.
Gugu paled. She turned her eyes to the river. Where is she?
She hit the water and disappeared, Huang Qiuya said.
I told you to watch her, didn’t I? Gugu angrily jumped onto the boat. You might as well be dead, she said. This is on you! Start the boat, she ordered.
Little Lion was all thumbs as she tried to start the motor, but failed.
Qin He, Gugu shouted, get back here and start this thing!
Qin He got shakily to his feet, but bent over and threw up all the water inside him. He fell back to his knees.
Xiaopao, Wang Gan, try to save her, Gugu said. I’ll reward you handsomely.
We looked over at the river and scoured it with our eyes.
The surface, broad and murky, carried foam and loose grass. Li Shou pointed at a watermelon rind on top of the water. Look over there, he said.
The rind glided along, occasionally rising out of the water on soggy strands of hair atop a head and neck.
Gugu sat down heavily on the side of the boat and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she burst out laughing.
Before we could dive in to make the rescue, she shouted, No hurry!
Can you swim? she asked Little Lion.
Little Lion shook her head.
Apparently, serving as a family-planning worker not only required being hit with a club, but swimming as well. She laughed as she pointed to the watermelon rind. See what a good swimmer she is? She’s using the technique the guerrillas employed against the Japanese.
Qin He came on board, bent at the waist. He was soaked, his hair was a mess, his face was ghostly white, and his lips were blue.
Start the boat! Gugu ordered.
He turned the crank. Still woozy, he swayed and coughed a couple of times before spitting out a bubbly mouthful.
We let go of the ropes.
Climb aboard, Gugu said.
I could imagine what was going through Wang Gan’s mind as he sat on the side near Little Lion. His hands were on his knees, all ten fingers quivering. I could see his heart beating under the wet undershirt stuck to his chest, like a caged rabbit banging against the bars. His body was so tense not a hair moved. Chubby Little Lion was oblivious to what was beside her, for her eyes were glued to the floating melon rind.