Chapter 8 Section III 1

I finally walked out of the house, stood in the middle of the yard, and greeted the people who came in.There were a lot of people coming in that I didn't know -- I had to know someone else.In the hospital, I often see people doing this on TV: standing at the door of the hall, smiling and shaking hands with the people who come in──But the patients said that this is a silly hat, so I controlled myself and didn’t stretch out my hand, but Just put it under the arm, and greet others like this, a bit like Hitler seen on TV.Needless to say, I also think this is a bit weird. It seems to be the time to go to work, and a person comes in every few minutes.I don't have a watch, so I don't know what time it is.But from the height of the sun, it was about ten o'clock.It seems that I came too early.I said to them: Good morning.They also said: Good morning.Most of the people seemed indifferent, but it wasn't because of the bad smell in the yard.If you are covering your mouth and nose with a handkerchief, or holding your breath, it may be difficult to show kindness to others.Finally a girl in a yellow dress came in.As soon as she saw me, she took the white gauze handkerchief from her mouth, widened her eyes and said, "Why did you come out, you?"It made me feel like a dead man blowing up his body.This girl has a round face, and her eyes are very big when she is not staring. After staring, even the eye sockets are almost gone.I think she's beautiful and cares about me so much that all my guts are twitching.But she immediately turned to look at the door, and then turned around and said: She has gone to the hospital to see you and will be here in a while.I can't help but ask: Who?She gave me a coquettish look and said: Xiao Huang, who else is there.I cautiously replied: Yes... But, who is Xiao Huang?She immediately replied: I hate it, here I go again; then she covered her nose with a handkerchief and walked away from me.

I also turned around, with my back facing the stench, and walked back to my room with many unsolved mysteries.A little Huang was coming to see me, which moved me deeply.Unfortunately, I don't know who she is.The girl in yellow said that I "hate it, I'm doing it again", but I don't know what it means.Does this mean that I often lose my memory?If that's the case, that means that van keeps hitting me in the head -- don't know what it has against me.It can only be said that the car is annoying, how can it be said that I hate it? Sitting on the stool, I resumed reading the old manuscripts, while thinking for the better of my situation.In the novel, the protagonist spends his whole life to find his own story, what an unfortunate encounter.And I found it without much trouble, what a lucky encounter.Judging from what I've read, I'm not a bad author, and I can read it pretty well.But I also hope that Xiao Huang will come soon... Although I still don't know who Xiao Huang is, whether it is a man or a woman.

In Fenghuangzhai, this little prostitute was often beaten, because this place was a military camp with some mercenaries stationed there.For this reason, some people should be punished frequently to establish the authority of Jiedushi.He has made some attempts on others, but always without success.For example, Xue Song set up a camp on the red soil hillside. Although a small piece of desert was opened, it was still difficult to guarantee everyone's food rations.Fortunately, the Tang Dynasty implemented a salt and iron monopoly, so he had some solutions.At the beginning of each month, he would open the box and take out the official seal, write an official document, and then send a military official and a soldier to the salt and iron monopoly at the foot of the mountain to lead the army to use salt, and then exchange the salt with the Miao people for food.When these two people came back, Xue Song would immediately beat the drums to raise the account, weigh the salt himself, and check the receipts they brought back, and then he would find out that the military officials were corrupt.By the way, the military official is the current chief of staff, who is held by an old and prestigious soldier.In theory, he should be Xue Song's assistant, but in fact it is far from it.

Xue Song was very excited when it was found out that the military officials were corrupt, because he finally had a chance to deal with someone.He jumped up and shouted: Come on!Push this corrupt criminal out and behead him for public display!Then the soldiers under the tent burst into laughter.Xue Song blushed and said: What are you laughing at?Shouldn't corrupt criminals be beheaded?Those people continued to laugh.The officer himself said: Lord Jiedushi, let me tell you.Military officials are not corrupt, are they still called military officials?Those soldiers echoed: Yes, yes.Xue Song had no choice but to say: Don't kill the head, let's beat him with fifty army sticks.The military official asked: "Who are you hitting?"Xue Song replied: "Hit you."The military official said categorically: Fart!After speaking, he walked away on his own.Xue Song had no choice but to not hit the officer, but turned his head to hit the soldier who went with him.The soldier also replied firmly: "Fart!"After speaking, he turned and left.This made Xue Song cry bitterly, so he had to ask his soldiers: Who are you going to beat now?All the soldiers pointed to the little prostitute's house and said, "Hit her!"The little prostitute was sitting in her own home, listening to the tent raising outside through the paper sliding door. Hearing this, she quickly grabbed the linen handkerchief and muttered, "You're going to hit me again, what a fucking bad luck!"Later she was dragged out and thrown on the ground in the center of the village, then she sat up again, spat out a wild plum pit from her mouth, and asked: How many times did you hit?Others said they would beat her with fifty army sticks.She shouted: too much!The soldiers comforted her and said: It doesn't matter, they don't really beat her anyway; after speaking, they dragged her to the mossy ground and beat her with rattan sticks.Although Xue Song attaches great importance to etiquette, he always leaves the scene midway because he can't stand it.This is no longer a ritual of punishment, but some kind of play.All in all, since arriving at Fenghuangzhai, Xue Song has not killed a single subordinate, he has only killed one assassin.He didn't beat any of his men, except for the little prostitute, who was dragged out of the hut every once in a while and beaten, although it wasn't a real beating.This made Xue Song feel that his military activities had become a kind of organized sadism, and he was targeting the same target every time.This made him feel embarrassed.

Later, some people poked their heads in front of my door and asked me why I was discharged from the hospital; after saying these words, they left one by one.Finally, a man in a blue cloth uniform and a blue cloth cap came into my house, avoided my gaze, put a blank sheet of paper on my desk, and said: "Xiao Wang, please write this form when you have time." The form was filled out again; then he slipped away.This person is a bit sissy, with a white stubble beard on his face, a little familiar... After a while, I remembered seeing him three or four times in the yard this morning.He always walks along the wall.But in my experience, the corner of the wall stinks worse than the middle of the yard.So the person probably has a bad sense of smell.Although we just met, I think he is our leader.My memory is gone, but my intuition is strong.From this burst of intuition, I also knew that there is such a role as a leader.You see, I know the leadership before I know who I am; no matter how harsh the leadership, I should be satisfied with it...

This form has already been filled out, in black ink, in my handwriting.But I don't know why there is a refill.After careful reading, I found out why they sent me the form back.In one column, I wrote down the three book manuscripts that I planned to finish this year.One is "A Test of Chinese Cold Weapons", someone put a question mark in red ink behind the title of the book; The bottom is double-lined in red ink, and there is a four-character comment behind it: "How unreasonable!" This shows that writing the report like this is very outrageous, so it needs to be rewritten.But exactly why this is so outrageous is still a little unclear to me.This of course adds to my anxiety...

A word of clarification is needed about my office: the house is floored with square bricks, but the bricks are badly worn, exposing the rough clods in the brick core.My desk is an old incense case supported by four stacks of square bricks.The flaking paint on the case showed lint—in the center of the case was a square black rubber mat.There is also a bottle of Zhonghua brand drawing ink on the case, which is black.A handful of dip pens stood in a nearby pen holder; and a boxy, clumsy wooden stool with a woven straw cushion stood in front of the desk.There are a lot of old manuscript papers piled up on the table, some are full of words, and some are still blank.In spite of all these disorderly places, the house is still called tidy, because every piece of furniture is put in order and the floor is swept cleanly.It can be seen that the occupants of the house are a little stuffy, a little too thrifty, and a little eccentric.This person filled out a disgraceful report which came back to me.What should I do, is the big question.I urgently need someone to discuss with me, so I hope that Xiao Huang will come soon.I don't know who Xiao Huang is, so I don't know what to discuss with him (or her).