Chapter 3 second quarter
For a long time, Yang Chi and I were like two children in an orphanage, sitting side by side on a small bench.Time flies, we have not grown up, we are still sitting.Lao Yang knew from a young age that there was a golden coast in the distance, also called the Utopia, the Garden of Eden, and Communism.This fantasy allowed me to skip the pathetic and narcissistic childhood and adolescence and go straight into adolescence.Anyone with experience knows that a story cannot be told from the beginning, it can only start from a relatively suitable place.
In 1995, I worked the third shift at the Daicheng Sugar Refining Factory until the third year. At that time, I was doing well. I ate delicious food and drank spicy food every day. The fragrant one was benzene, and the spicy one was formaldehyde.I also brought a female apprentice, who just graduated from a vocational school, and she was so ugly.One day I sent her to soak in the water, and the thermos bottle stopper popped out when she walked halfway, and the boiling water splashed on her feet, which became a work-related injury. , to relieve boredom.
Besides going to work, I also went to night college to take classes, and I studied accounting.The class time conflicted with my middle class, so I asked the female apprentice to go to the school to top the tank, and when it was time to promise, I would take some class notes for me.The workshop director found out, called me to the office, pointed at my nose and scolded me, saying that the female apprentice was not my private property, and I couldn't let her do private work, at most, I could only do her in private.I was very angry, and I punched the head of the workshop in the stomach in full view. I thought he should immediately kneel down in my crotch, with difficulty breathing and protruding eyes, as if he was going to give me a blowjob.There are often such scenes in the American army, but they are highly hierarchical, and it is reasonable for me to kneel down and do this for the director.
I heard the applause from all around me, and I felt proud, but the workshop director in front of me didn't move at all.I suddenly realized that this director is not an intellectual, he was promoted from a worker, and he has six turtle-like abs, stronger than me.I regretted it for half a second, my eyes blurred, and I was punched on the bridge of the nose by him, soreness and numbness came together, I sat down on the ground, and two nosebleeds burst out at the same time.
Normally, I should have smeared my nosebleed on my face and rolled around like a real hooligan.It's a pity that I'm too young to save face, so I can't do this kind of action.I jumped up and searched for the murder weapon. A worker who watched the scene gave me a hammer. The workshop director ran away. I chased him with a hammer. in his nostrils.
People followed the nosebleeds on the ground to find me and the workshop director. He had already climbed up the chimney, and I vented below with a hammer, smashing all the windows in that area.The security department and the medical office took me away at the same time.I found out later that the punch on the nose saved me.Those who beat up the workshop director are usually detained, or sent to forced labor camps, but I seem to suffer more.The factory said that there will be no reeducation through labor, and you should be laid off.This is obviously not in line with the national policy, but I can't help it. Once laid off, this national control measure became an administrative penalty for the saccharin factory.Not willing to accept this, I handed over a letter of resignation and left.
I said what everyone wanted to say: I don't want to do it anymore!
Now when I take stock of my life, I count how many people I met in that year.There are 2,000 employees in the factory, and I know at least 1,000 of them. Everyone can report their names, nicknames, positions, and gossip.In the second half of my life I was never able to have such a wide range of acquaintances.When I resigned and became a social youth, I never met the vast majority of them. In the eyes of each other, they all seemed to have sunk into the vast ocean.
I had nowhere to go, and I returned to the pesticide new village where I had lived for more than ten years.My dad is an engineer at the Daicheng Pesticide Factory, and he has no great skills. When the layoff trend first started, he retired early because of fear.Before this, our family took out more than half of the savings and bought a two-bedroom household that had lived in it for fifteen years. If he dies, I will be driven to sleep on the street by the pesticide factory. Just in time for the real estate reform, I happily bought this house with crooked walls and cracked windows, so I can live here until I die. As a neighbor and childhood friend for fifteen years, Yang Chi was studying at the Shanghai Institute of Chemical Engineering. When he came back from the summer vacation, he asked me: "Why is the new village so lively?" Squatting at the entrance of the corridor and arguing about the meaning of life, can it not be lively? This summer, Lao Yang and I had nothing to do.Our parents, those guys who are gradually entering old age from middle age, play mahjong at home every day to relieve boredom.The economic situation is so bad that people can’t even buy vegetables. There are various hens scattered in the new village. They are docile and ignorant, looking for food in the weeds. Go upstairs, and some vigorous hens will lay eggs.At first, the neighborhood committee banned this. It has been a rule for many years that poultry and livestock cannot be kept in the city. They can be killed without mercy. When the neighborhood committee brought pickets to catch chickens, the men continued to play mahjong, and our mothers all rushed out. A few people wielded a kitchen knife in their hands and fought hard.After a scuffle, the chickens were saved, and the neighborhood committees were all scared off. From then on, they knew that if the people did not eat protein for a long time, they would go crazy. At that time, we all felt lively, as if a good group of people were sitting on a huge ship, but accidentally encountered a shipwreck. People from the VIP room to the third-class cabin were all running around on the deck, which was very fun. At the end of summer, something happened, the nearby textile factory stopped production, and about 3,000 female workers were dismissed on the spot.They blocked the way silently, asking the bastard factory manager to come out and say something, but the bastard factory manager went abroad for inspection, and only the bastard section chiefs were left to perfunctory.The female workers quit, so many policemen came and took away some of the leaders. Later, all the female textile workers asked to be taken away. The police sympathized with them, and they scolded the factory manager as a coward.The noise continued until dark, and people from several nearby new villages all ran out to watch the excitement, blocking tens of thousands of people on the street.A 40-year-old aunt told people about her life, from the three-year natural disaster to the educated youth going to the countryside, from the educated youth returning to the city to the reform and opening up.I don't know anything about history, and Lao Yang is a science student. After listening to this aunt, we have learned a bit of contemporary history.She was also taken away later. Over the years, Lao Yang and I have been hanging out in this new village, sometimes fighting, sometimes fleeing, sometimes fooling around with girls, and suddenly the days of being the king and hegemony are over.In the era of mass layoffs, we are no longer the protagonists, no one is the protagonist, and everyone is like a secondary player. That summer, a group of thieves sneaked into the Pesticide New Village late at night with a truck. They only stole bicycles and mopeds.The next morning, the carport was empty, and everyone was dumbfounded.Everyone bought a new car, installed two locks, and tied it to the railing of the handrail of the corridor, or to a tree, or tied seven or eight cars together.After a while, the thieves came again, no lock could stop them, and all the new cars were taken away.People are going crazy.A strong young man was sent to each building to watch downstairs all night. Lao Yang and I were assigned to a group, and we sat on the deckchairs to watch the stars, and many mosquitoes circled around us.I felt that I was about to collapse too. My 28th Phoenix, which was outstanding in battle, had been carrying all kinds of girls to play around since I was seventeen years old. It had a deep revolutionary relationship with me, and it also left me at that time. See you no more. Once my uncle came to my house, mainly to introduce me to a job. After the conversation, I went out and saw that the bicycle was gone. My mother had to pay him one.The job he introduced was to ask me to shovel coal, which was extremely absurd. I dumped a bicycle into it before shoveling coal, and I didn't want to shovel coal.Another time my dad went out and his bicycle was stolen. He had donated two bicycles before, but now he is helpless standing on the street.My dad was very angry and felt that the whole world owed him, so he picked up a brick and broke the lock of another car, and he stole someone else's car and came back. When Lao Yang and I were on vigil, we saw Mao Jianguo from the opposite building coming out. He was our classmate in junior high school. After a year, he failed the ranking again, and honestly went to work in a printing and dyeing factory. Mao Jianguo said, "I'm unemployed, I've bought out my seniority, and I only have 4,000 yuan." I said, "Then you are better than me, and you still have four thousand. I quit my job altogether, and I don't have a dime." Mao Jianguo said: "Yang Chi is not bad, he graduated from university and stayed in Shanghai." Lao Yang said: "The places are limited, so I guess I will have to be sent back." Mao Jianguo said, "Do you have any money? I'm penniless now. I want to borrow some money to buy a bicycle." Yang Chi and I shook our heads together.Mao Jianguo said disappointedly: "You are not enough friends." I told Lao Yang, don’t pay too much attention, I really can’t afford the money, the car is gone, we are all poor, let’s smoke a cigarette together.Mao Jianguo stood there smoking, letting the smoke stay comfortably in his lungs for five seconds before exhaling. "I can't even afford cigarettes anymore. My mother has cancer." He held out his hand for us to see, ten fingers, which had been smoked green in his printing and dyeing factory, penetrated into his nails, "I want to go to The restaurant served the dishes, and the boss saw it and told me to wash my hands. But my hands can't be washed clean." "What kind of cancer did your mother have?" "It's not easy to say," Mao Jianguo shook his head, "Anyway, it has spread." He left after saying this.A few days later, I was playing cards at Lao Yang's house, and I heard a scream from the building opposite: Jianguo.We went to the window and saw Mao Jianguo's father opened the curtains, standing in front of the window and shouting for help, while Mao Jianguo himself was hanging from the ceiling, wearing only a pair of shorts, hanging straight to the ground, and there was an invisible force pulling him .Later, Lao Yang explained that that is the gravitational force of the earth. Although it is invisible, you can never say that the gravitational force of the earth is invisible.Well, the stretched Mao Jianguo, motionless and windless, hung in that unfathomable window, dead. Lao Yang said: "This is so fucking bad, I can think of Mao Jianguo's tragedy when I look up in the future, I don't want to stay in this ghost place." After saying this, he packed his luggage and went back to Shanghai. The days that followed were insanely hot.All kinds of rancid smells emanated from the haystacks in the new village. Rats were running rampant and living with chickens. We deeply realized that this place had become a slum.The neighborhood committee sprinkled red rice in the corridors, a kind of chronic rat poison. If people eat it, they will die sooner than later, but the chickens are hard to say. When the first batch of chickens died, a civil war broke out in the new village: the determination to raise chickens Asked to remove the red rice, those who don't raise chickens can't stand the rats running around everywhere, so they must keep the red rice.Later, an agreement was reached to release the red rice at night and take it back during the day to kill rats and give chickens a way to survive.It's better to be stupid than nothing. I saw Mao Jianguo's father also come to our building to collect red rice.I said, "Uncle, your family doesn't raise chickens, so what are you doing in our building?" Mao Jianguo's father said, "I don't want to live anymore, I'll take it home and eat it myself." I said, "You want some. Mao Jianguo's father said, "I don't understand either. Jianguo is as old as you, and at the age of twenty-three, he wants to die. Do you want to die?" I said, "When my girlfriend ran away, I wanted to die. I don’t think about it now.” Mao Jianguo’s father said, “I want to die.” Lao Wan happened to pass by upstairs. He was a technician in a pesticide factory and was proficient in various poisons.Lao Wan interrupted and said, "This red rice is a chronic medicine. If you eat it, you won't die, but you will feel very uncomfortable. If you want to die quickly, you have to use methamidophos." Mao Jianguo's father thought for a while and said, "Really? Then I'll go to the pesticide factory to get a bottle." After he left, Lao Wan said, "Who is this? I've never seen someone who wanted to die so calmly. He definitely won't die." I said: "This is Mao Jianguo's father. The last time Mao Jianguo talked to me before he died, he was very calm." Lao Wan's face turned pale, and then he comforted himself: "Methamidophos is not so easy to get. "I said: "I can get it at any time, the quantity is not large, enough to drink myself to death." Without suspense, Mao Jianguo's father drank methamidophos, and Mao Jianguo's mother also drank half a bottle by the way.This is three days later.I guessed this matter, I should have notified the neighborhood committee and went to his house to guard.But I also feel that if a person wants to die, if you block him at home, will he not die?His sons are dead.This was the famous massacre in Pesticide New Village in the summer of 1995. The three members of the Mao family wiped themselves out.I called Lao Yang and told him about it.Lao Yang said I was a scum, why didn't he stop him? "How do I stop it?" I yelled, "Shall I drink that bottle of methamidophos for him?" I also don't want to stay in Pesticide New Village.When I was at work, a factory doctor who loved me once said, don’t stay in Daicheng, go out for a walk when you have time.At first I thought she was talking about big cities, there are many opportunities to make money there, then she left me and sent me postcards from Lhasa, it was so literary, I just wanted to follow her, but I couldn't find the opportunity to leave .Now that I'm free and tired of myself, even if I can't find her, I still want to go out for a walk, maybe there will be other affairs?
I had nowhere to go, and I returned to the pesticide new village where I had lived for more than ten years.My dad is an engineer at the Daicheng Pesticide Factory, and he has no great skills. When the layoff trend first started, he retired early because of fear.Before this, our family took out more than half of the savings and bought a two-bedroom household that had lived in it for fifteen years. If he dies, I will be driven to sleep on the street by the pesticide factory. Just in time for the real estate reform, I happily bought this house with crooked walls and cracked windows, so I can live here until I die. As a neighbor and childhood friend for fifteen years, Yang Chi was studying at the Shanghai Institute of Chemical Engineering. When he came back from the summer vacation, he asked me: "Why is the new village so lively?" Squatting at the entrance of the corridor and arguing about the meaning of life, can it not be lively? This summer, Lao Yang and I had nothing to do.Our parents, those guys who are gradually entering old age from middle age, play mahjong at home every day to relieve boredom.The economic situation is so bad that people can’t even buy vegetables. There are various hens scattered in the new village. They are docile and ignorant, looking for food in the weeds. Go upstairs, and some vigorous hens will lay eggs.At first, the neighborhood committee banned this. It has been a rule for many years that poultry and livestock cannot be kept in the city. They can be killed without mercy. When the neighborhood committee brought pickets to catch chickens, the men continued to play mahjong, and our mothers all rushed out. A few people wielded a kitchen knife in their hands and fought hard.After a scuffle, the chickens were saved, and the neighborhood committees were all scared off. From then on, they knew that if the people did not eat protein for a long time, they would go crazy. At that time, we all felt lively, as if a good group of people were sitting on a huge ship, but accidentally encountered a shipwreck. People from the VIP room to the third-class cabin were all running around on the deck, which was very fun. At the end of summer, something happened, the nearby textile factory stopped production, and about 3,000 female workers were dismissed on the spot.They blocked the way silently, asking the bastard factory manager to come out and say something, but the bastard factory manager went abroad for inspection, and only the bastard section chiefs were left to perfunctory.The female workers quit, so many policemen came and took away some of the leaders. Later, all the female textile workers asked to be taken away. The police sympathized with them, and they scolded the factory manager as a coward.The noise continued until dark, and people from several nearby new villages all ran out to watch the excitement, blocking tens of thousands of people on the street.A 40-year-old aunt told people about her life, from the three-year natural disaster to the educated youth going to the countryside, from the educated youth returning to the city to the reform and opening up.I don't know anything about history, and Lao Yang is a science student. After listening to this aunt, we have learned a bit of contemporary history.She was also taken away later. Over the years, Lao Yang and I have been hanging out in this new village, sometimes fighting, sometimes fleeing, sometimes fooling around with girls, and suddenly the days of being the king and hegemony are over.In the era of mass layoffs, we are no longer the protagonists, no one is the protagonist, and everyone is like a secondary player. That summer, a group of thieves sneaked into the Pesticide New Village late at night with a truck. They only stole bicycles and mopeds.The next morning, the carport was empty, and everyone was dumbfounded.Everyone bought a new car, installed two locks, and tied it to the railing of the handrail of the corridor, or to a tree, or tied seven or eight cars together.After a while, the thieves came again, no lock could stop them, and all the new cars were taken away.People are going crazy.A strong young man was sent to each building to watch downstairs all night. Lao Yang and I were assigned to a group, and we sat on the deckchairs to watch the stars, and many mosquitoes circled around us.I felt that I was about to collapse too. My 28th Phoenix, which was outstanding in battle, had been carrying all kinds of girls to play around since I was seventeen years old. It had a deep revolutionary relationship with me, and it also left me at that time. See you no more. Once my uncle came to my house, mainly to introduce me to a job. After the conversation, I went out and saw that the bicycle was gone. My mother had to pay him one.The job he introduced was to ask me to shovel coal, which was extremely absurd. I dumped a bicycle into it before shoveling coal, and I didn't want to shovel coal.Another time my dad went out and his bicycle was stolen. He had donated two bicycles before, but now he is helpless standing on the street.My dad was very angry and felt that the whole world owed him, so he picked up a brick and broke the lock of another car, and he stole someone else's car and came back. When Lao Yang and I were on vigil, we saw Mao Jianguo from the opposite building coming out. He was our classmate in junior high school. After a year, he failed the ranking again, and honestly went to work in a printing and dyeing factory. Mao Jianguo said, "I'm unemployed, I've bought out my seniority, and I only have 4,000 yuan." I said, "Then you are better than me, and you still have four thousand. I quit my job altogether, and I don't have a dime." Mao Jianguo said: "Yang Chi is not bad, he graduated from university and stayed in Shanghai." Lao Yang said: "The places are limited, so I guess I will have to be sent back." Mao Jianguo said, "Do you have any money? I'm penniless now. I want to borrow some money to buy a bicycle." Yang Chi and I shook our heads together.Mao Jianguo said disappointedly: "You are not enough friends." I told Lao Yang, don’t pay too much attention, I really can’t afford the money, the car is gone, we are all poor, let’s smoke a cigarette together.Mao Jianguo stood there smoking, letting the smoke stay comfortably in his lungs for five seconds before exhaling. "I can't even afford cigarettes anymore. My mother has cancer." He held out his hand for us to see, ten fingers, which had been smoked green in his printing and dyeing factory, penetrated into his nails, "I want to go to The restaurant served the dishes, and the boss saw it and told me to wash my hands. But my hands can't be washed clean." "What kind of cancer did your mother have?" "It's not easy to say," Mao Jianguo shook his head, "Anyway, it has spread." He left after saying this.A few days later, I was playing cards at Lao Yang's house, and I heard a scream from the building opposite: Jianguo.We went to the window and saw Mao Jianguo's father opened the curtains, standing in front of the window and shouting for help, while Mao Jianguo himself was hanging from the ceiling, wearing only a pair of shorts, hanging straight to the ground, and there was an invisible force pulling him .Later, Lao Yang explained that that is the gravitational force of the earth. Although it is invisible, you can never say that the gravitational force of the earth is invisible.Well, the stretched Mao Jianguo, motionless and windless, hung in that unfathomable window, dead. Lao Yang said: "This is so fucking bad, I can think of Mao Jianguo's tragedy when I look up in the future, I don't want to stay in this ghost place." After saying this, he packed his luggage and went back to Shanghai. The days that followed were insanely hot.All kinds of rancid smells emanated from the haystacks in the new village. Rats were running rampant and living with chickens. We deeply realized that this place had become a slum.The neighborhood committee sprinkled red rice in the corridors, a kind of chronic rat poison. If people eat it, they will die sooner than later, but the chickens are hard to say. When the first batch of chickens died, a civil war broke out in the new village: the determination to raise chickens Asked to remove the red rice, those who don't raise chickens can't stand the rats running around everywhere, so they must keep the red rice.Later, an agreement was reached to release the red rice at night and take it back during the day to kill rats and give chickens a way to survive.It's better to be stupid than nothing. I saw Mao Jianguo's father also come to our building to collect red rice.I said, "Uncle, your family doesn't raise chickens, so what are you doing in our building?" Mao Jianguo's father said, "I don't want to live anymore, I'll take it home and eat it myself." I said, "You want some. Mao Jianguo's father said, "I don't understand either. Jianguo is as old as you, and at the age of twenty-three, he wants to die. Do you want to die?" I said, "When my girlfriend ran away, I wanted to die. I don’t think about it now.” Mao Jianguo’s father said, “I want to die.” Lao Wan happened to pass by upstairs. He was a technician in a pesticide factory and was proficient in various poisons.Lao Wan interrupted and said, "This red rice is a chronic medicine. If you eat it, you won't die, but you will feel very uncomfortable. If you want to die quickly, you have to use methamidophos." Mao Jianguo's father thought for a while and said, "Really? Then I'll go to the pesticide factory to get a bottle." After he left, Lao Wan said, "Who is this? I've never seen someone who wanted to die so calmly. He definitely won't die." I said: "This is Mao Jianguo's father. The last time Mao Jianguo talked to me before he died, he was very calm." Lao Wan's face turned pale, and then he comforted himself: "Methamidophos is not so easy to get. "I said: "I can get it at any time, the quantity is not large, enough to drink myself to death." Without suspense, Mao Jianguo's father drank methamidophos, and Mao Jianguo's mother also drank half a bottle by the way.This is three days later.I guessed this matter, I should have notified the neighborhood committee and went to his house to guard.But I also feel that if a person wants to die, if you block him at home, will he not die?His sons are dead.This was the famous massacre in Pesticide New Village in the summer of 1995. The three members of the Mao family wiped themselves out.I called Lao Yang and told him about it.Lao Yang said I was a scum, why didn't he stop him? "How do I stop it?" I yelled, "Shall I drink that bottle of methamidophos for him?" I also don't want to stay in Pesticide New Village.When I was at work, a factory doctor who loved me once said, don’t stay in Daicheng, go out for a walk when you have time.At first I thought she was talking about big cities, there are many opportunities to make money there, then she left me and sent me postcards from Lhasa, it was so literary, I just wanted to follow her, but I couldn't find the opportunity to leave .Now that I'm free and tired of myself, even if I can't find her, I still want to go out for a walk, maybe there will be other affairs?