Chapter 45 Chapter 44: Golden Dragon Wants to Build a Tourist Village to Liberate the Telescope

...I seem to be reviewing a document related to Jinlong. He wants to build Ximentun into a cultural tourism village that completely retains the appearance of the "Cultural Revolution".In his feasibility report, he wrote quite dialectically: The Cultural Revolution created a culture while destroying it.He wants to repaint the wall with the slogans that were shoveled down, erect the tweeter again, re-build the watchtower on the apricot tree, and rebuild the Xingyuan pig farm that was collapsed by the heavy rain.He also wants to build a golf course covering an area of ​​5,000 mu in the east of the village. As for the farmers who lost their arable land, they will perform in the village what they did during the "Cultural Revolution": holding a rally to criticize and arrest "going away" Capitalists" paraded through the streets, performed model operas, danced the loyalty dance, and so on.He wrote in the report that a large number of items during the "Cultural Revolution" can also be reproduced, such as armbands, spears, Chairman Mao badges, leaflets, big-character posters... In addition, tourists can also participate in the Remembrance Conference and watch the Remembrance Drama , Eating bitter memories, listening to the old poor peasants tell about the old society... He said in the report: The Ximen family compound will be built into a single-handed museum. wax figure of cow.In his report, he said that these post-modern activities will definitely attract the interest of urbanites and foreigners, and as long as they are interested, they will generously donate.As their wallets deflated, ours bulged.The report also said that after visiting the villages during the "Cultural Revolution", we will immediately send them into the modern society of pleasure, feasting, feasting, and sensuality.He is ambitious to eat up all the land from Ximentun to the east to Wujiasha Spit, build a world's highest-level golf course, and build an entertainment city that gathers all the world's recreational projects.He is also planning to build a bathing center like an ancient Roman palace on the Wujiazui sandbar, build a casino as big as Las Vegas in the United States, and also build a sculpture park on the sandbar. The theme of the sculpture is, It was the heart-pounding human-pig war more than ten years ago. This theme park wants people to reflect on environmental protection issues and establish the concept of spirituality in everything. Of course, the deeds of the boar Glacier who sacrificed his life to save children must be greatly exaggerated.The report also proposes to build a convention and exhibition center and hold an international pet conference every year to attract foreign guests and foreign capital...

Looking at the request for instructions and the serious feasibility report he wrote to the relevant county departments, as well as the highly appreciated instructions of the county party committee and the main leaders of the county government, I couldn't help shaking my head and sighing.At heart, I'm an old-fashioned person.I am obsessed with the land, I love the smell of cow dung, and I am happy to live a farm life. I have deep respect for a classical farmer like my father who lives on the land, but in today's world, such a person can no longer keep up with the trend.I would fall madly in love with a woman and file for a divorce from my wife for her. This is also a very classical model, and it is obviously out of date.I cannot express my opinion on such a report, I just draw a circle on my name.I suddenly thought of a question: who wrote such a cloudy and hype report? Mo Yan's face with a smirk suddenly appeared from the window.I was wondering why his face appeared in the window on the third floor, more than ten meters above the ground, when I heard a commotion in the corridor.I hurriedly opened the door to look, and saw Huang Hezuo limping towards me with a kitchen knife in one hand and a long rope in the other. His hair was disheveled, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were dull.My son was carrying a schoolbag, carrying a bundle of fried dough sticks emitting heat and dripping with oil, and followed behind with a blank expression.Behind my son is that mighty big dog like a calf.Around the dog's neck is the resin water bottle my son used when he went to school. The water bottle has cartoon patterns drawn on it. Because the straps are too long, every step the water bottle bumps against its knees...

I screamed, woke up from the dream, and found myself lying on the sofa with all my clothes on, my head dripping with cold sweat, and my heart was empty.The side effects of the sleeping pills made my head go numb, and the morning light coming in through the window made my eyes sting.I struggled to get up, washed my face indiscriminately, and looked at the electronic watch on the wall, it was half past six.The phone rings, I answer it.silence.I didn't dare to speak hastily, and waited anxiously.It's me, she said choked up, I haven't slept all night. - Don't worry, I'm fine - I'll bring you something to eat - Don't come, I said, it's not that I'm afraid, I dare to stand on the top of the building with a trumpet and say I love you, but that , the consequences would be unimaginable—I understand—we seldom see each other recently, don’t let her catch it—I understand, I think I’m sorry for her—don’t think so, if guilty, it’s also my fault , not to mention that Engels has long said that a marriage without love is the greatest immorality, so, in fact, we are not wrong--May I buy you some steamed buns and put them in the reception room?--Don't come, I said, don't worry, if you don't starve the earthworms in the ground, you won't be able to starve me.No matter what the future holds, I’m still the deputy county magistrate now. I’ll go to the guest house to eat, there’s everything there—I really want to see you—me too, when you go to work later, face my window at the gate of the bookstore , I'll see you—but I won't see you—you'll feel me, okay baby, Xiaochunchun, Xiaomiaomiao...

I didn't go to the guest house for dinner.Since having skin-to-skin contact with her, I've felt like a frog in love, with no appetite but a constant flow of passion.Eat even if you have no appetite.I found out the miscellaneous snacks she had brought, and stuffed them in a few random mouthfuls.I can't taste these things, I just know they generate heat, provide nutrients, and keep me alive. I leaned against the window with a telescope in hand, and started my usual homework.I have the exact timetable in my head.At that time, there were no tall buildings in the southern part of the county, and the line of sight was clear. If I wanted, I could bring the faces of those old people doing morning exercises on the smallpox square to my eyes.I first pointed the telescope at the smallpox alley.No. Tianhua Hutong is my house number.The door is closed.On the door was a pattern and a slogan drawn in chalk by my son's enemies.On the left is a grinning boy, half of his face is whitewashed, half of his face is empty, his two thin arms are raised above his head, as if in surrender, his legs are spread apart, and there is a disproportionately large genital in the middle. A white line was drawn down to the bottom of the gate, which must be urine.On the door panel on the right is a girl with eyes as big as bells, a crescent-shaped mouth, and two braids sticking out from the corners of her head.She, too, had two thin arms raised above her shoulders, and two thin legs spread apart, with a white line drawn between them to the bottom of the gate.On the left side of the boy's pattern, there are three big crooked characters: Lan Kaikai; on the right side of the girl's pattern, there are three big crooked characters: Pang Fenghuang.I understand what the author of this picture means.My son and Pang Kangmei's daughter are classmates, and Pang Fenghuang is his monitor.The faces of Chunmiao, Pang Hu, Wang Leyun, Pang Kangmei, Chang Tianhong, Ximen Jinlong and others flashed through my mind one by one, and my heart became a pile of garbage.

I raised the camera slightly, and the smallpox alley suddenly shortened, and the smallpox square came into view.The fountain rests, and a flock of crows scrambles around for food.Those are incomplete things that look like ham sausages.I cannot hear the crows chirping, but I know they are chirping.As long as one crow flies up with food in its mouth, more than a dozen crows will rush forward bravely.They fought into a ball in the air, and the pecked feathers fluttered in the air, like paper ashes burned during a sacrifice to the dead.A large number of beer bottles were scattered on the ground, and a sanitation worker wearing a white hat, a big mask, and holding a big broom was arguing over these bottles with an old man who was dragging a snakeskin bag to pick up rags.The sanitation department is under my control. I know that collecting and selling waste products is a major source of income for the female workers, and among the waste products, the most profitable ones are beer bottles.Every time the old scavenger put a beer bottle into the snakeskin bag, the sanitation worker would hit him with a broom.He threw himself on his head and covered his face.Every time he was attacked, the old garbage picker stood up and rushed towards the female worker with a wine bottle, and the female worker ran away dragging the broom.The old man didn't really chase after him, he went back, squatted down, and quickly put the wine bottle in the bag, and the female worker rushed up again holding the broom.This scene reminded me of the "Animal World" I saw on TV. The old garbage picker looked like a lion, and the sanitation worker looked like a hyena.

I once read in a novel titled "Full Moon" by that boy Mo Yan that every night when the moon is full, the dogs of Gaomi County will gather in the small flower square to hold a meeting. Could it be that these beer bottles, these broken hams , are all relics of the dog meeting? I lowered the lens, and the telescope spit out the smallpox square, and spit out the smallpox alley.My heart skipped a beat: Huang Hezuo appeared.She moved her bicycle and walked down the three steps of the gate with difficulty.When I turned back to lock the door, I found the pattern on the door.She descended the steps, looked left and right, then crossed the street, came back with a handful of pine needles, and rubbed the chalk lines vigorously.I can't see her face, but I know she must be scolding.The chalk lines are blurred.She got on her bicycle and rode north for tens of meters, when a block of houses blocked her.How did she pass the night? Did she stay up all night or sleep soundly as usual? I don't know.Although I have never loved this person for many years, she is the mother of my son, and she is closely related to me.Her figure appeared on the avenue leading directly to the railway station square.Even when riding a bicycle, it is difficult for her body to maintain a straight state.She was riding very fast, her body shaking violently.I saw her face that seemed to be covered with soot.She was wearing a black shirt with a yellow phoenix on the chest.I know she has a lot of clothes, and under some kind of psychological drive, I once bought her a dozen dresses when I was on a business trip, but she buried them at the bottom of the suitcase.I thought she might glance at the window of my office as I passed the county hall, but she didn't, she just stared straight into the distance as she galloped by.I let out a long sigh, knowing that this woman will never let me go easily, but since the battle curtain is opened, I must persist to the end.

I pointed the binoculars at the door of the house.Although Tianhua Hutong is called Hutong, it is actually a street tens of meters wide.Those who send their children to Fenghuang Primary School in the south of the county pass through here.It was time to go to school at this time, and the alley became busy.Most of the senior students ride their own bicycles. The boys mostly ride mountain bikes with thick tires, and the girls ride more traditional models.The upper body of the boys was almost lying on the beam of the car, with their buttocks pouted high, sticking to the side of the girl on the bike, or rushing past the two girls on the bike.

My son was out with his dog.First the dog came out, then my son came out sideways, he opened the door very narrow, so clever, it took time and effort to get the two big iron gates to open and close.They locked the door, jumped straight from the first step to the ground, and headed north.My son seemed to say hello to a boy passing by on his bike, and the big dog barked a few times at the boy.They passed by the small flower barber shop. Opposite the small flower barber shop is a small shop that specializes in making glass fish tanks and selling various ornamental fish.The shop faces east and the sun is shining brightly.The owner of the store is a retired old man who used to be an accountant in a cotton storage and transportation station. He is very old.He was moving tanks of fish out.My son and his dog squatted in front of a rectangular fish tank, watching intently the pot-bellied goldfish swimming awkwardly in it.The owner of the small shop seemed to be saying something to my son. My son lowered his head and I couldn't see his mouth.He may or may not answer.

They continued northward and came to the Tianhua Bridge.My son probably wanted to go down the bridge, but was bitten by the skirt of his shirt by a big dog.What a loyal dog.My son argued with the dog, but he was no match for the dog after all.But my son finally picked up a brick and threw it under the bridge, making a splash.I guess he hit the tadpoles in the water.An orange dog barks at my dog ​​and wags its tail in a friendly manner.The green plastic canopy of the farmers market gleamed in the morning sun.My son has to stop at almost every store, but the big dog always bites his skirt and bumps his legs to urge him to leave quickly.After entering Tanhua Hutong, they speeded up.At this time, my telescope also began to swing back and forth in front of Tanhua Hutong and the gate of Xinhua Bookstore.

My son took the slingshot out of his trouser pocket and aimed it at a small bird on the pear tree.That is the home of my colleague Chen, the deputy county magistrate, who is a descendant of Tanhua Gong in Daoguangnian of the Qing Dynasty.Blooming branches of pear blossoms stick out from the top of the wall, and the little bird is on it.Pang Chunmiao seemed to have fallen from the sky and appeared at the gate of Xinhua Bookstore.Son, dog, I can't take care of you anymore. Chun Miao is wearing a pure white dress. It's not that I "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", she is indeed slim.After washing my face cleanly, I didn't wipe or put on anything. I seemed to smell the smell of fresh sandalwood soap, and I seemed to smell the smell on her body that made me crazy, drunk, let me die, let me die. smell.She has a smile on her face, bright eyes, and porcelain teeth that are slightly exposed. She is looking at me, and she knows that I am looking at her.It is the rush hour for work, cars are passing by on the street, motorcycles spewing black smoke and scurrying on the sidewalk, bicycles are going against the road boldly, cars are honking their horns arrogantly, these things, I am extremely disgusted, but today, Competition has also become better.

She stood until her colleagues opened the door from the inside before going in.She presses her finger to her lips before going in and throws it at me.Her kiss was like a butterfly, across the road, to my window, up and down outside the window, and then to my mouth.She is such a good girl, and I would go through fire and water for you. The secretary sent me a notice asking me to attend a joint meeting in the conference room of the county party committee in the morning to discuss the issue of building a tourism development zone in Ximentun.Attending the meeting were members of the Standing Committee of the County Party Committee, all the deputy county heads, the heads of the County Party Committee, the departments and bureaus of the county government, and the top leaders of the banks.I know that Jinlong is a big player, but what awaits him, and what awaits me, do not seem to be flowers and smooth roads.I have a hunch that the fate of both of us will be miserable, but neither of us will stop there.In this sense, we are also real brothers in need. Just before I packed up my documents and was about to leave the office, I picked up the binoculars and leaned against the window again.I saw my son's dog leading my wife across the road, heading straight for the gate of Xinhua Bookstore.I have read Mo Yan's several novels about dogs, and he seems to write dogs better than humans. I have always laughed at his nonsense, but now I believe it.