Chapter 42 Chapter two

In a sense, Fan Fulin is a character.There are not many people who can be regarded as characters in the small town of Liuwa.Some town committee secretaries are not as good as him. For a while, the names of the secretaries were not even remembered by people.Secretaries were changed like a revolving lantern—three secretaries were changed in one year. Fan Fulin is not a famous person, and of course he will not have any great achievements, but one of the unique conditions for him to be remembered is that he has a legendary experience that can be recorded in the chronicles of the town, and the sloppy philosophy he believes in.

Fan Fulin's ancestral home is in Dafeng County, Jiangsu Province, and he has been an honest farmer for three generations.If the civil revolutionary war from 1946 to 1949 had not occurred in the history of Chinese revolution, his history would probably be very clean.However, the history of the Chinese revolution was not rewritten because of the innocence of a certain person. The war that laid the foundation for the new China broke out. In 1947, the Kuomintang army went around and arrested him. stained his history. He became a "National Army".This happened at the end of the thirty-sixth year of the Republic of China.Before putting on the military uniform and practicing, he marched into Xuzhou.Want to slip?extremely difficult!There are eyes everywhere, stuffed into the seams of stuffy tanks and nothing is left.He cried, thinking of the land and cattle at home, and thinking of his handsome daughter-in-law, tears flowed down his face.The battalion commander saw that he was still clever, so he made him an orderly.When I was stationed in Xuzhou, I brought tea, water, and towels for the battalion commander every day, and I had to pour out the chamber pot for takeout.It's really not a life for people.He made up his mind to slip away as soon as the gun was fired, and raise his hand as soon as the communist army came, and said good luck, and he couldn't do anything that worked his life. go out?Moreover, there is a handsome daughter-in-law at home.

He was uneasy at the thought of his wife.It has long been seen that the one-eyed security chief in Murakami is not upright, he was slapped by his wife before.Now that he was away from home, he doubted the power of his wife's slap. Once, he suddenly had some inspiration: "Damn it, write a letter to the one-eyed chief security officer, saying that I have become the battalion commander of the national army. Hmph, who dares to do it with the wife of the battalion commander of the national army? Which one?!" good idea. One day, after the battalion commander was drunk, he stole the battalion commander's big-brimmed hat and coat together, and rushed to the "Bandung" photo shop diagonally opposite at a speed of 100 meters, preparing to get a standard portrait.

The camera was aimed at him, and the photographer grabbed the rubber thing in his hand, and he timidly put on the battalion commander's coat.He didn't dare to put on the hat rashly—at that time, he was suffering from bald sores, and his head was full of pus, like overflowing brains.The photographer found an old "Central Daily" and packed his tattered head in a simple way. He hung a hundred and twenty hearts and carefully put the hat on his head. "Crack!" It's over. The hat stayed on the head of the "Central Daily" for about five seconds. A few days later, he sent this masterpiece, which recorded a historical moment, to the one-eyed Baozhang, together with a letter.The letter was written by a street tester, and it was full of Chinese quintessence. The essence of the national quintessence is: the wife of the battalion commander of the national army should not be insulted.

Unexpectedly, this photo will bring him bad luck in cleaning up the class line.How many years have passed, and many people have died in the world, but the one-eyed security chief survived, and he was able to withstand a stick.Once, people forced him to hang him from the roof beams for five minutes before he suddenly remembered an unaccounted-for crime, and he exposed Fan Fulin without hesitation. Fan Fulin was working as a bricklayer in the town construction team. An official letter from the hometown revolutionary committee and a denunciation letter from the one-eyed security chief pulled him off the scaffold—he was building the first three-story building for the town at the time. , which is now the Post Office.When I arrived at the office of the Zhenqing team, I saw the yellowed photo on the table at a glance. I had no choice but to admit it, and I was beaten!Flesh has always been more important than reputation, this is a sloppy philosophy.It never occurred to them that this easy acknowledgment aroused the high vigilance of the investigators. In their view, the dust would not escape by itself if the broom could not be reached.

"Fan Fulin, tell me, what was your military rank at that time?" The person who asked this question was Zhu Tou, a representative of the construction team at that time, who was assigned to assist the clearing team office to handle the case. Fan Fulin was stunned. Damn it, I followed the original plan. The communist army handed over their guns as soon as they arrived, and admitted that the battalion commander had lost all his money. How can he recognize any title! "Hey, old man, we've been working together for so many years, what am I, don't you know?!" He wanted to chat with Zhu Tou haha.

Unexpectedly, the pig's head kicked up and kicked him upside down.No wonder, class enemies, can there be no hatred? "Shall I explain the party's policy to you?" "I understand! I understand! Confessions are lenient, resistance is strict, coercion is not to be questioned, the culprit must be dealt with, oh, and... Also, emphasizing the current situation and despising history...I, I am a historical problem!" "Historical issues also depend on attitude!" "Yes Yes!" "Say, is it the captain or the colonel?" It seems undeniable.Fan Fulin thought about it carefully. The three-month life in the "National Army" no longer took up much place in his memory, and it was very difficult to find out the information of this memory again.In a daze, he felt that the captain should be younger than the colonel, so he decided to be the captain.At this time, the smaller the official title, the better.

"I... I am the captain!" "Well", the investigators were a little satisfied. "What exactly are you doing in this camp? What crimes have you committed, oh, tell them all together!" problem.Another problem.I have never touched a rifle, but I have fired a box cannon twice. The battalion commander drinks and asks him to shoot the common people's chickens.He decided to take it upon himself, to confess the truth, and to seek leniency. "I am guilty! I deserve death! But I have never killed anyone, I have never fought a war, I have killed ordinary people, I have beaten ordinary people's chickens, two big hens, fat..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Let me ask you, what type of troops is your battalion?" It can't be said to be infantry.Infantry never fought?Bluff!fight?Who are you fighting with?Communist Party!Next, the pig heads will definitely ask: How many human lives are there?Damn, can't do it! "Our battalion is for guards, guard battalion!" The investigators were more satisfied.A paramilitary officer was very excited: guard battalion?Who can afford a battalion for guard?It must be a high official, then this kid is definitely not just a captain, he should be a colonel! "Guard battalion? Headquarters?"

"Hey! Hey!" "Damn it! Dishonest! Will the battalion commander of the headquarters be a captain? Do you think we have no military knowledge? Om? Want to get away with it? Om? Want to compete with the dictatorship of the proletariat? Om?" These three "Om" almost scared Fan Fulin to death, recalling later, he also said that this was the most thrilling moment in his life.People want to promote him wholeheartedly.It seems that this colonel is not a question of whether he wants to be a colonel or not, but that he must be. "Just... count it as a colonel!"

The investigators were very dissatisfied with this hesitant answer: "Even if? What do you mean?" "At that time...at that time...at that time, the official letter of appointment had not yet come down!" It turned out that he was still very smart!People are animals, sometimes they are really not fun. The interrogation ended, the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution won another glorious victory, and a deeply buried time bomb was dug out in the ignorant and noble town. From then on, Fan Fulin's suffering years began. In just one day, his personality, dignity, and confidence were all ruthlessly trampled into the mud. He and his fellow ghosts and monsters seemed to have been ordered to degenerate from humans into apes.At this time, feelings and thoughts are not only superfluous but also dangerous.Fan Fulin has a deep understanding of this.At the beginning, he still had some remnants of thought in his underdeveloped mind. He tried to reverse the case, but was hanged from the beam of the guard room by the "Wen Gong Wu Wei" team members and beat him hard. Poor thoughts are pumped to pieces and pulverized. Sloppy philosophy, like the rain of the yellow plum season, has soaked into every cell of Fan Fulin at this time.Things in the world are like this, everything is sloppy, and you have to be open-minded in dealing with people and things.Fan Fulin survived the catastrophe, all relying on his seriousness and sloppiness. In order to defraud the trust of the "Team Clearing Office", he practiced hard.When pleading guilty in front of the chairman's portrait, the bald and scarred head must be lowered below the waist and eyes, and the purpose is to see the pedestrians on the street from between the legs.At this time, the world is turned upside down in his eyes, and people also become beasts in his eyes.At that time, the deputy mayor Zhao Shuang was also unlucky. He stood in front of him when he was cleared. Among this group of ghosts and monsters, Fan Fulin believed that he was the most wronged, more wronged than Dou E.Sometimes, piously pleading guilty, he would impiously beg the old man for a snowstorm in June to show his innocence.He thought that the morals of the world were messed up by these people. If there were no real bad people, there would never be this "unprecedented", and without this "unprecedented", there would be absolutely no compulsory course that made him bow his head , This is very in line with the three-stage logical reasoning. As for whether Zhao Shuang also feels wronged, whether he has also reasoned in the same way, it is not known. When the Qing team went deep into the "May 16" stage, Fan Fulin also served as the "May 16" team leader.He confessed no less than a dozen "May 16" people, many of whom were his enemies, who had slapped him, or pressed his head, or served as his special guardians.Zhu Tou was the first to confess, and Zhu Tou scolded him, but he persuaded him to confess honestly and strive for leniency. By his spirit he commanded the respect of the town's citizens, the respect peculiar to the days of the Revolution, the respect which awed him like a tiger.No one dared to despise him when he was sweeping the streets, and people were all worried that at some point, he would confess himself carelessly.Even the people in the "Clear Team Office" have this kind of worry. So-so, he became a counter-revolutionary, so-so, he turned many people into counter-revolutionaries, it turns out that sloppy philosophy can also harm people, and it can also be used for revenge!Fan Fulin felt that he had as much power as the director of the Town Revolutionary Committee, and he could give anyone the political death penalty he wanted. After the Third Plenary Session of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, large-scale vindication of unjust, false and wrong cases took place, and Fan Fulin's absurd case was also included in the list of vindications. The original crew of the "Team Clearing Office" changed into officials of the "Implementation Office". On a certain month, on a certain day, on a certain afternoon, they recruited the retired Fan Fulin to the town committee compound, and solemnly He rehabilitated him without hesitation, and handed him a written notice with a big bright red seal in person. Fan Fulin didn't answer, and kept saying haha: "Could it be wrong? What about the personal and physical evidence? I...I dare not reverse the case!" "Comrade Lao Fan", people thought he was afraid of repetition, and explained: "The party's policy will not change, so don't worry about it!" Fan Fulin became a little angry: "What are the lingering fears? I don't understand! All I know is that I will be the colonel!" "Old comrade, don't be angry, if you don't want to be rehabilitated, you will suffer yourself!" "What's the disadvantage? Let me ask you: In this small town, is there anyone with a higher official or title than me? With me as a colonel and battalion commander, I can at least be a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference!" He vowed to become a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and ran to the town committee compound every three days, with one end of the small sand pot, pestering whomever he saw.Of course, his entanglements also have seasonality.The son went to pester him when he divided the labor, so that his son would not be assigned to the mine.The town divides houses to entangle, that is to want a house.The heads of the town committee, big and small, knew him. After a long time, they became strange after not seeing him for three days. Not the head of the town.In the minds of the leaders, this past historical counter-revolutionary and social scum is still not a good thing today, and at best, it can be regarded as a third-class rascal. Fan Fulin himself felt it too. He knew that the leaders who dealt with him looked down on him. When they looked at him, they wished they could wear anti-pollution hygienic glasses.Most of the chiefs had mocked him half-truths, and none had had a serious conversation with him.This made him even more angry, and he felt that these people could not be trusted. With the development and changes of society, in recent years, people's own value has continued to appreciate, but Fan Fulin has continued to depreciate. After learning from the painful experience, he solemnly declared: "I, Fan Fulin, will stick to you even if I have a pile of shit; Throw it in your face!" The average townspeople treat him well, and three or five people often visit him.The people who watched him were so cruel that they lost three or five cheap cigarettes and got a bunch of the latest version of anecdotes.It is convenient to deal with the leaders often and arrange some gossip to humiliate them.In order to activate the cultural life of the town, those who have obtained the secret will often act quickly, so that the citizens of the town will have something happy to help them digest after dinner.Life should be a little romantic, a little poetic, the town generally agreed. Destruction has always been easy to create.It is very easy to destroy a man's reputation in the small-town arena of life, but very difficult to restore it. Since Fan Fulin became a "colonel", he immediately lost his reputation and dignity. Now, it is really not easy to be a serious person.On the one hand, the environment is not good. On the other hand, Fan Fulin feels that he has undergone great changes in the past ten years, and it is almost impossible to restore his original appearance in front of the townspeople.Sometimes, some words and deeds are completely subconscious, but once created, most of them conform to his philosophical principles. There was such an anecdote circulating in the town—— Once, Fan Fulin and his son Fan Hua went to pull slime. When they went, they pulled an empty cart. His son was sitting in the cart, and the father was pulling the cart.Pulling halfway, Lao Tzu thought: It's time for the son to come down and pull Lao Tzu, should each person pull half of it!The son was a rascal, but he refused to do it, and declared: If he is asked to come down to pull Laozi, when he comes back, he will not pull the slime.Lao Tzu was helpless, thinking he was unlucky, and continued to drag his son.I was quite aggrieved, so, as a father, I taught him inspiringly: "Fan Hua, the son is older or the father is older?" "I am old!" "So, according to reason, according to rules, and according to conscience, should I pull my son, or should my son pull me?" "Of course it's Lao Tzu pulling his son! Let the older one let the younger one!" "Fart!" Fan Fulin got angry seriously: "You are so presumptuous, I won't hold back a single step!" The son jumped out of the car and wanted to escape, but the father grabbed him.He held his son's arm with one hand and held on to the handlebar with the other.The car lay across the road, blocking traffic within a few minutes. Someone persuaded a fight. The persuasionist asked Fan Fulin, "Who are you, this young man?" Fan Fulin sighed: "Oh! So-so, count me as my son!" The onlookers roared with laughter. That year, his son was at most seventeen years old, and in front of his seventeen-year-old son, he didn't even have the dignity of an old man.In the past few years, he often said: It was all caused by the evil "Gang of Four". The ruler is not the ruler, the minister is not the subject, the father is not the father, the son is not the son, there is no kingly law!Therefore, among all the legal provisions, he likes the one that involves the relationship between Lao Tzu and his son the most, and he solemnly asks his son to study hard... ………… When the son appeared in his mind as an image entity, the pock-marked Liu began to scream again after receiving the money.Guan Yu, Guan Gong, and Guan Erye passed the fifth level.At this time, the audience in the depression increased again, and many coal mine workers who worked night shifts also joined the art circle.The pockmarked artist Liu Yifa worked hard, and the small flat drum bounced up and down, as if it had grown legs, and the hoarse sound filled the audience. However, Fan Fulin couldn't listen anymore, he wanted to leave, he wanted to go to the town committee compound, he had an instinctive desire... The sun was so good, it was white, and it made people feel soft and weak. When his brain ordered his whole body to "stand up and move", the buttocks first refused to obey the order, and sat on the ground begging for life.Immediately afterwards, the two legs also rebelled, stretched forward, and only made a standing posture, unwilling to do it any more.It seems that they are all saying: There is such a good sunshine, let's sit for a while!They are not afraid of punishment, they all know that the master has no majesty, the old man's head is full of sloppy philosophy, and he has to be sloppy with them, dare not be sloppy. Fan Fulin sat for a while longer.