Chapter 18 Chapter Nine (2)

three Brother Yidou: Great work received. It happened that a friend who worked in a publishing house came to me, and I showed him "Wine City".After seeing it, he was overwhelmed and said it was a good deal.He said that if you can expand this article to 70,000 to 80,000 words, and add some pictures and photos, you can produce a book.Their publishing house publishes the book number and is responsible for editing affairs. Your city will sponsor and underwrite 100,000 volumes.He said that anyway, you have to prepare promotional materials for the first Ape Wine Festival and distribute them to all the guests. Why not make such a book with rich pictures and texts?At that time, each guest will have a booklet, including the history of the wine country and the fine wines of the wine country, which is convenient, beautiful, valuable for preservation, and effective for advertising.I think his idea is very good, you can discuss it with your mayor.It costs about 50,000 yuan to publish this book, which will be given to the publisher.A mere 50,000 yuan is nothing to you in Liquor Country, right?Please let me know as soon as possible how this matter turns out.That friend was very interested. I gave him your address before leaving, maybe he will contact you directly.

As for naming your wine and participating in the drafting group of the "Liquor Law", since there are huge profits to be made, I don't think I need to be hypocritical, so I will agree to it for the time being.After finishing the last part of the long novel I have in hand, I will go to the country of wine immediately, and then discuss the relevant matters in detail. Congratulations Pen health! Mo Yan Four ... Whoa whoa whoa!Thinking of Diamond Diamond and those baby boys who were eaten and excreted in the toilet, the remaining sense of responsibility and justice in Ding Gou'er's heart was like a burning Big Dipper, illuminating his consciousness running around in the dark.At this time, he felt unbearable pain on the helix and the apex, as if something sharp and poisonous had pierced his ears and nose.He sat up involuntarily - twirling around, his head as big as a willow bucket - and struggling to open his swollen eyelids, he saw three or five big gray shadows jumping away from him, and when they landed, they made a fleshy sound almost dull sound.At the same time, he also heard the scream of "squeak".What exotic animals are screaming?The scout thought of grouse and hare, dragon and flying squirrel, all of which were Chinese dishes.He saw a flash of green eyes against the blurry background in front of him.He tried his best to turn his sandy eyes, prompting the tear glands to secrete some liquid to moisten the eyeballs.There were tears, and there was a taste of bad wine in the tears.He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.He first saw a group of about seven or eight gray rats angrily looking at him with their disgustingly black eyes, those pointed mouths, scrunched beards, slumped bellies, long and thin The tail seduced the scout with stomach cramps, and he spewed out a stream of something between food and drink and excrement.He felt his throat was cut open by a sharp knife, his nose was sore, and some extracts blocked his nostrils.Then a long black shotgun hung diagonally on the wall shot into his eyes.The vivid shotgun awakened him from the chaotic state, so he remembered the hasty escape a long time ago, the ghostly old man illegally selling wontons, the old revolutionary guarding the cemetery, and the dancer of Maotai wine wearing a red silk belt. The elf and the majestic golden retriever dog... The imagery is rich and complex, like a hundred flowers blooming.Like a dream but not a dream is also true and illusory.The thought of the plump-skinned female driver suddenly came to his mind again.A rat jumped on his shoulder and nibbled on his neck with such agility that he had to shut his mind and face reality.He shook his body to shake off the mouse, and let out a subconscious scream, but his scream was blocked by the spectacle in front of him.He opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the old revolutionary lying on his back on the fire pit with a dozen rats active on his body.The old revolutionary's nose and ears had been eaten away by hungry rats—maybe they weren't hungry—and his lips had been eaten away to expose his scorched gums. The old revolutionary's head looked hideous and terrifying, while the vile rats were cheering up and gnawed at the old revolutionary's hands. The bones of those two big hands that used to stick the gun were exposed, like willow sticks that had been stripped of their skin.The scout had a good impression of the old revolutionary, and this steely old man helped him in the most difficult time.He rushed up with his exhausted body to drive away the rats.The mice's eyes actually changed color rapidly when they were attacked.From pitch black to pink, from pink to emerald green, the scouts backed up again and again in fright, until their backs were against the wall and could no longer retreat. Seeing the rats grinning, bearded and staring, their shoulders leaning on their shoulders, they united into a group, and they would be ready at any time. Like rushing up.The shotgun on the wall was pressed against the scout's back, he quickly turned around and took off the gun, picked it up, found the trigger with his index finger, and put on a stance, as if facing a formidable enemy, the scout shouted:

"Don't move, I will kill you if you move!" Mice, you look at me, I look at you, dancing and taunting the scouts.He rushed into anger, gritted his teeth, and cursed: "The mouse of the dog day! Today I will let you know how powerful I am!" The words came out, the trigger fell, and there was only a bang, as if a thunder had exploded.As soon as the flames passed by, gunpowder smoke billowed in the room.After the gunpowder smoke cleared, the scouts were relieved to see that the rats were knocked to pieces by him with a single shot. Those who survived only regretted that their grandparents had lost four legs. no trace.The scouts were horrified to see that although the shot drove away the rats, it also smacked the old revolutionary's face full of holes, like the bottom of a sieve.He was holding the gun, leaning against the wall, his legs were weak, and his hips unconsciously fell to the ground, and he was screaming in pain.He thought that the old revolutionary must have passed away first, and then the rats ruined his remains, but no one would believe this fact, seeing the old revolutionary's head and face covered with iron sand, no one would think that he was hit first The bullets were then destroyed by the rats.Ding Gouer, Ding Gouer, even if you jump into the Yangtze River, you won’t be able to cleanse yourself.The Yangtze River is muddier than the Yellow River. "The sage comes out, the Yellow River is clear, thousands of households put gourd lanterns, what kind of lights, winter melon watermelon pumpkin lights. What kind of lights, what kind of lights, cucumber pumpkin head melon seed lights." A song sung in childhood, crisp and full of mystery In the ears of the mentally broken special scout, the voices came from far and near, from vague to clear, from weak to loud, and finally turned into a brilliant and flowing chorus of children's voices.And standing in front of the phalanx formed by hundreds of children, it was his long-lost son who led the singing.The son was wearing a snow-white shirt and blue shorts, like a white cloud flying in the blue sky, like a seagull floating in the blue sea.Two lines of hot wine-like cloudy liquid flowed from the scout's eyes, soaking his cheeks and corners of his mouth.He stood up and stretched out his hand to his son, but the blue and white little guy slowly walked away.What filled his pupils was the tragic scene he created together with the mice, a false but indisputable murder that would surely shake the Liquor Country.

Guided by his son's charming face, the scout walked out of the gatehouse of the martyrs cemetery, and saw the big tiger-like dog that once made his hair stand on end, stretched out and leaning sideways under a cypress tree, the dog's mouth dripping Drenched in blood, it looked like he died of poisoning.The scout bent down like a lost soul, and got out of the dog hole on the iron gate.On the dilapidated and dilapidated asphalt road, there is no one near and far, only a lonely concrete pole poking at the side of the road and drawing a long shadow on the road.The blood-red sunset shone on the scout's face, and he stood wistfully facing the sunset, thinking for a long time, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

The clang of the train passing through Liquor Country gave him some inspiration for action.He walked along the road, feeling vaguely that he was walking in the direction of the railway station.But what lay before him was a golden river in the twilight.The scenery on the river is very beautiful, there are several colorful boats, babbling and gliding towards the sunset, the men and women sitting on the boats seem to be lovers, only lovers put their arms around their necks, their eyes are obsessed and speechless.Standing at the stern of the boat was a vigorous woman wearing an ancient dress, stretching her neck and arms, paddling a big oar, breaking a river of golden glass, and also stirring up the smell of rotting corpses and hot wine grains all over the river.The scout felt that there was a great deal of affectation in her labor, as if she were performing oars on a stage instead of a boat.A boat slid by, another boat slid by, and another.The passengers on the boat are all obsessed couples, and the women at the stern are all pretentious.The scout felt that both the passengers on board and the oar girl were trained strictly in a special school.Later, he unknowingly followed the team of boats and walked along the road paved with octagonal cement slabs by the river.The leaves of willows by the river are withered in late autumn, and the leaves on the remaining branches are like gold leaf cut, beautiful and precious.Ding Gou'er, who was walking with the boat, gradually calmed down and gradually forgot all the troubles in the world.Someone goes toward the rising sun, he goes toward the setting sun.

The river turned a bend, and a relatively wide water surface appeared in front of my eyes.In many old red buildings, there is already a window of light.The boats are anchored to the shore one by one.Those idiots who hated women filed ashore and disappeared in the bustling market.Scouts also entered the street, feeling a false historical atmosphere.Pedestrians on the street are like ghost shadows.This erratic feeling lightened him physically and mentally, and he felt his steps float. Later, he followed the flow of people into an Empress Temple, and saw some beautiful women kneeling and kowtowing at the knees of golden empresses with pink faces and red lips.Those women are all sitting on their asses on their heels.He was fascinated by those pointed heels. After looking at them for a long time, his mind was full of potholes made by the heels.There was a young monk with a shaved head, holding a slingshot, hiding behind a pillar, shooting mud balls, hitting the buttocks of kowtowing women.After screaming, the little monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name with his eyes closed.Ding Gou'er couldn't understand the young monk's mentality, so he went up, bent his middle finger, and tapped on the bald head.The little monk screamed, but it was the voice of a girl.Dozens of people gathered around, Qi Zha and he played hooligans and molested the little nun, just like Ah Q in Mr. Lu Xun's works.A policeman grabbed him by the neck, carried him out of the temple gate, pushed him forward, and then kicked him on the buttocks. Ding Gouer was lying on the stone steps in front of the temple, scratching his lips and shaking. His front teeth were broken, and blood flowed from his mouth.

Later he got on an arch bridge, and saw the water under the bridge glistening, and the flickering lights dancing.There is a big boat floating on the water, and the music and songs on the boat are singing together, as if a fairy is traveling at night. Later, he entered a restaurant and saw a dozen people wearing big-brimmed hats sitting around a table eating wine and fish.The smell of wine and the smell of fish are also tangy, making him salivate.He wants to go forward to beg for food, but he is ashamed of himself.Later, he was really greedy, took a chance, and went up like a hungry tiger, grabbed a bottle of wine, grabbed a fish, turned around and ran away.After running a long way, I heard a commotion behind me.

Still later he hid in the shadow of a wall, drank and ate fish, and the fish was left with only spines, which he chewed and swallowed, and drank to the bottom of a bottle of wine. Later, he wandered around and saw stars in the water, a big red moon jumped out of the water like a blond baby, and the music on the water became louder and louder.Following Le Sheng, I saw a huge painting boat slowly coming from the upper reaches.The cabin was brightly lit, and a large group of women in ancient costumes were singing and dancing on the deck, playing the harp and sheng.In the cabin, a dozen well-dressed men and women fixed a table, played finger-guessing games, drank fine nectar, and ate delicious delicacies.Those people are greedy for food, men and women are the same, times are different.A woman with a bloody mouth is eating an old sow without looking up.Ding Gou'er was dazzled.The painted boat is approaching, and the characters on the boat can distinguish their noses and eyes, and can smell their bad breath.Ding Gou'er saw many familiar faces, including Diamond Diamond, the female driver, Yu Yichi, Director Wang, Secretary Li... One face even resembled himself.His relatives, friends, lovers and enemies all seem to have participated in this cannibal feast.Why is it called a cannibal feast?Because the last dish is still a plump boy sitting on a large gilded plate, dripping oil and smelling incense, with a charming smile on his face.

"Come on, dear Ding Gou'er, come here..." He heard the naughty and pretty female driver shout tenderly, and saw her little white hands raised high and waving frequently.Behind her, the stalwart Diamond Zuan leaned over and whispered to the petite Yu Yichi, with a contemptuous smile on Diamond Diamond's face, and a knowing sneer on Yu Yichi's face. "I protest--" Ding Gou'er yelled, mustering up his last energy, and rushed towards the painting boat.But he fell into a large open-air latrine, where the wine meat and meat wine vomited by the people of the wine country were fermenting in thin soup, and there were some bulging condoms and all imaginable dirty things floating there.It is a fertile soil for the growth of various viruses, bacteria and microorganisms, a paradise for flies and a paradise for maggots.The scout felt that this place should not be his home, and when the warm porridge was about to flood his mouth, he seized the time to shout: "I protest! I protest--", the dirt blocked him unceremoniously The gravitational force of the earth irresistibly sucked him down, and a few seconds later, ideals, justice, dignity, honor, love and many other sacred things, accompanied by the suffering special scout, sank to the bottom of the latrine ...