Chapter 4 Chapter Four

Brother Liquor: Letter received.After reading the masterpiece "Prodigy", the little goblin wearing the red flag made my heart jump, and I couldn't sleep peacefully for several nights.Dude, the language of this novel is so sophisticated and full of fantastic ideas, I am ashamed of myself.If I insist on making an opinion, I can make a few perfunctory remarks: for example, the origin of the little goblin is unknown, it does not conform to the principle of realism, the structure of the article is loose, it is too random, etc., it is not enough to teach.Facing Your Excellency's "goblin realism", I really dare not make rash comments. "Prodigy" has been sent to "National Literature", which is a big-name publication with sufficient sources of manuscripts and a huge backlog of manuscripts. It is completely normal that there is no news about your first two masterpieces yet.I wrote letters to Zhou Bao and Li Xiaobao, the two famous editors of "National Literature", asking them to help with the search. The two treasures are my friends, and I believe they will help.

In your letter, the words about wine are full of witty words, both grand and harmonious, both from the right and the left, and from both broad and broad perspectives.It really is Dr. Wine, I admire it very much.Hope you talk to me more about wine, I'm interested. The detail of peeing into the wine basket in my book "Sorghum Wine" was praised as a technological invention by my brother, which made me dumbfounded.I have no knowledge of chemistry, let alone blending skills. When I first wrote this detail, it was purely out of a mischievous psychology, just to make a little joke with those "aestheticians" with bloody eyes.Unexpectedly, you can use scientific theory to demonstrate the rationality and nobility of this detail. In addition to admiring you, I would also like to thank you.This is called "experts watch the way, laymen watch the excitement", this is "intentionally plant flowers and flowers, but unintentionally plant willows and willows to make shade".

Speaking of "Eighteen Miles of Red", there is still a big lawsuit.After the movie "Red Sorghum" won an award in West Berlin, the director of the winery in my hometown went to find me in a warehouse where I was writing, and said that he wanted to trial-produce "Eighteen Miles of Red", but failed due to insufficient funds. mount.A year later, the provincial leaders visited the county and proposed to drink "Eighteen Miles Red", which made the county very embarrassed.After the leader left, the county finance allocated funds to the winery and set up a research team for the trial production of "Shibalihong".I think the so-called trial production is nothing more than blending several wines, designing a new bottle shape, bottling and labeling, and it is considered a success.I don't know if they add baby urine to the wine.Just as the winery was excitedly sending "Shibalihong" to the county to announce the good news, "Film Public" posted a message saying that Shibali Red Winery in Shangcai County, Henan Province held a press conference in Shenzhen and hosted a film banquet. circles.News was released at the meeting, saying that the "Eighteen Miles of Red" of the factory is the "Eighteen Miles of Red" in the movie "Red Sorghum".There are words like this printed on their wine boxes, to the effect that Dai Jiuer, the heroine in the movie "Red Sorghum", was originally from Shangcai, Henan Province, and then fled to Northeast Gaomi Township, Shandong Province with her father to brew the famous wine "Eighteen Miles Red". The recipe was brought by Henan Shangcai to Gaomi, Shandong. Therefore, Henan Shangcai is the real hometown of "Eighteen Miles Red".

The head of the winery in my hometown saw this news and scolded Henan Shangcai for being extremely slick, and immediately sent someone to Beijing to find me with the authentic "Shibalihong" produced in Gaomi, and asked me to come forward as the original author to help Gaomi " "Eighteen Miles of Red" fight back.However, the smart Shangcai people in Henan have already registered "Eighteen Miles Red" as a trademark with the State Administration for Industry and Commerce. The law is ruthless, and the "Eighteen Miles Red" made by Gaomi Distillery is already illegal.The Gaomi people asked me to help them with the lawsuit. I said it was a lawsuit without a head. Dai Jiuer was a fictional character, not my grandma. Henan Shangcai insisted that her ancestral home was there and did not offend her. According to the criminal law, Gao Mi would have lost the lawsuit.The Gaomi people had no choice but to suffer from this dumb loss.Later, I heard that Henan Shangcai opened up the international market with this "Eighteen Miles Red" and earned a lot of foreign exchange.I hope this is true.Literature and wine are linked together in such a way, which is another miracle.I read the copyright law recently promulgated, and I am about to make an appointment with the film director Zhang Yimou, and go to Shangcai to ask for some money!

All the wines you speak of are elegant, but I don't need them.I need information about wine very much. I hope you can choose some important ones and send them to me first.Of course the postage will be paid by me. When I saw Li Yan, I said hello to her. Praise Shi Sui! Ding Gouer, Mo Yan's scout, opened his eyes and felt that his eyeballs were dry and he had a splitting headache.The stench that comes out of the mouth is worse than shit.There was a thick layer of liquid on the gums, on the tongue, on the wall of the mouth, and in the throat, which could not be spit out or swallowed, which affected breathing.The chandelier above the head radiates a dull yellow light, and it is not known whether it is day or night, dawn or dusk.The watch is missing and the biological clock is out of order.The bowels thundered, the hemorrhoids throbbed to the beat of the heart.The electric current makes the tungsten wire heat and vibrate, and the tungsten wire makes the air hiss.Ding Gou'er's ears were buzzing, and between the buzzing, he could hear his own heartbeat.He tried his best to mobilize his limbs and wanted to get out of the bed, but his limbs did not obey the command.He remembered the scene of drinking, and he was in a trance like an old dream.Suddenly, the golden baby, dripping with oil and smelling incense, sitting on a big copper tray, smiled at him.The scout screamed strangely, his consciousness broke through the barrier, and his thoughts were like electric current, burning bones and muscles.He jumped up and left the bed, like a carp jumping out of the water, drawing a beautiful arc, distorting the space, changing the space, changing the magnetic field, and cutting the light - the scout showed a small figure, just like A dog snatching excrement stuck its head on the chemical fiber carpet.

With his back naked, he looked at the four "ten" characters on the wall in surprise, and suddenly felt a chill down his back.The image of the scaly-skinned boy with a willow-leaf knife in his mouth emerged vividly from the alcohol.He found that he was barebacked, his ribs protruding, his belly was slightly shy, his chest was disheveled with a bunch of sluggish yellow hair, and his belly button was covered with dirt.Later, the scout rinsed his head with cold water, and when he looked at his swollen face and dull eyes in the mirror, he suddenly felt that he should commit suicide in the bathroom.He found the briefcase, took out the gun, ignited it, and held it, feeling the cool tenderness of the handle of the gun. Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at the image in the mirror as if he was facing a strange enemy.He pressed the cold muzzle of the gun against the tip of his nose, and the tip of his nose penetrated into the barrel of the gun, and a few strands of subcutaneous secretions emerged from the nose, like several curved parasites.He brought the muzzle of the gun to his temple, his skin quivering with pleasure.Finally, he inserted the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, and sucked the barrel of the gun with his lips so tightly that even a needle could not go in.That look is very funny, I want to laugh when I look at it.He just smiled, and the reflection in the mirror laughed too.There was a smell of gunpowder smoke in the barrel, straight to the throat.When was the shot fired?boom!The head of the baby boy on the plate is flying in the air like a watermelon rind, and the colorful and fragrant children's brains are splashed.He remembered someone licking brains like a greedy cat.A sense of responsibility crawled in his heart, and a cloud of suspicion hung over his head. He thought, who can guarantee that it is not a scam?Are fresh lotus root melons made into boys' arms?Or make the boy's arm look like a section of five-eyed fresh lotus root?

There was a knock on the door.Ding Gou'er spat out the muzzle of the gun from his mouth. The mine manager and party secretary came with smiles all over their faces. Vice Minister Diamond Diamond is here, handsome and handsome. "Comrade Ding Gouer, sleep well!" "Comrade Ding Gouer, sleep well!" "Comrade Ding Gouer, sleep well!" Ding Gou'er felt embarrassed, dragged a towel over his shoulders, and said, "Someone stole my clothes." Deputy Minister Jin did not answer, his eyes were fixed on the four "ten" carved on the wall with a solemn expression on his face.After a long time, he said to himself, "It's him again!"

"Who is he?" Ding Gou'er asked urgently. "He is a highly skilled and elusive habitual thief." Diamond tapped the mark on the wall with his bent left middle finger, saying, "He leaves this mark every time he commits a crime." Ding Gou'er leaned forward and stared at the handwriting.His professional instincts made his chaotic thoughts suddenly clearer, he felt good about himself, saliva grew in his dry eye sockets, and his gaze became as sharp as a falcon.The four "ten" characters are lined up side by side, each knife penetrates three points into the wall, and the plastic wallpaper is rolled up at the edge; revealing the true appearance of the sandy gray wall.

When he wanted to observe Diamond Diamond's face, he found that Diamond Diamond was observing him with a pair of handsome eyes, which gave him a feeling of being controlled by others, a feeling of meeting a sophisticated opponent, a feeling of falling into the enemy's trap.However, a friendly smile filled Diamond Diamond's beautiful eyes, and partly shattered the defensive line in the scout's consciousness. He said in a voice like fine wine: "Comrade Ding Gou'er, you are an expert in this field. These four What does the word 'ten' mean?" Ding Gou'er was at a loss for words for a moment, the butterfly of his graceful consciousness that had been poured out of his head by alcohol hadn't fully returned to its place, so he could only stare blankly at the diamond's mouth and the shining gold or copper teeth.

Diamond said: "I think this is a sign of a gang of rogues. There are forty people in this gang, and the four characters 'cross' represent forty thieves. Of course, there may be a Alibaba. Maybe, you Ding Gouer Comrades will unconsciously take on the role of Alibaba, which is really a blessing for the two million people of our city of Liquorland.” He cupped his hands humorously at Ding Gou'er, making Ding Gou'er very embarrassed. Ding Gou'er said, "My documents, wallet, cigarettes, lighter, electric razor, toy pistol, and phone book were all stolen by these forty thieves."

"Tai Sui broke ground!" Diamond Diamond said with a big laugh. "Fortunately I didn't steal my real guy!" Ding Gou'er said, lighting up his pistol. "Old Ding, I'm here to say goodbye to you. I originally wanted to treat you to a farewell drink. Considering that you are busy with official business, I don't want to disturb you. If you need anything, go to the municipal committee to find me." hands. Ding Gou'er dazedly grasped that hand, dazedly let go of it, and dazily saw Diamond Diamond disappearing from the room like the wind, surrounded by the mine party secretary and mine manager.A burst of retching rushed up from the stomach, and a sharp pain in the chest.The hangover is still there.The situation is complicated.He rinsed his head under the tap for ten minutes.Drank that cup of cold old tea.He took a few breaths, closed his eyes, focused on his dantian, restrained his thoughts, and drove away the distracting thoughts of smuggling, then opened his eyes sharply, his thoughts were sharp, like a sharp ax polished with a grinding wheel, chopping open the rough eyes that obscured his eyes. Teng Xige, a brand new idea, clearly appeared on the screen in his mind: there is a group of man-eating beasts in Liquorland City!Everything at the banquet was a clever deception. He wiped his head and face, put on his shoes and socks, tightened his belt, loaded his pistol, put on his hat, put on the blue plaid shirt that was abandoned by the scaly boy on the carpet and was covered with vomit, and went to the door proudly , opened the color door, walked in the corridor, looking for the elevator or stairs.A cream-colored service lady at the service desk was very kind and showed him the way out of the maze. What greeted him was a complex weather with partly dark clouds and partly sunny. It was already afternoon, and the huge shadows of the clouds were hurriedly swimming on the ground, and dazzling golden spots shone on the yellow leaves.Ding Gou'er's nostrils were itchy, and he sneezed loudly seven times in a row, his waist was bent like a shrimp, and his eyes were filled with tears.He straightened his waist, and with tears in his eyes, he saw the huge gray fixed pulley and the silver-gray wire rope on the dark red winch at the entrance of the tunnel, still rotating smoothly and smoothly.Everything is the same as before: the sunflowers are golden, the wood exudes a fragrance and the information of the virgin forest is scattered, and the iron cart full of coal runs back and forth on the narrow railway high above the pile of coal.There is a small motor on the car, and the motor drags a long rubber wire.The escort was a jet-black girl, her teeth were as white as pearls.She stood on the tailgate of the car, majestic and majestic, like a soldier in armor.Whenever the coal car drove to the end of the rails, she slammed on the brake lever to make the iron bucket cart stand still, and the iron bucket stood up, and the wet coal flowed down like a waterfall, making a clattering sound.It seemed to be the old wolf-haired dog that was kept in the porter's house. It jumped out from the slant and barked at Ding Gou'er several times, as if expressing its deep hatred. The dog ran away, Ding Gou'er felt lost.He thought that if he thought about it calmly, I would be extremely boring.Where do I come from?You come from the provincial capital.What are you doing here?Investigate big cases.On a planet as small as a speck of dust in the vast space, in the sea of ​​people on this planet, stands a scout named Ding Gouer. Aimlessly, without gain or loss, he walked towards the noisy vehicles on the coal loading yard. No coincidence, no book - a crisp voice shouted - Ding Gou'er!Ding Gouer!You guy, what are you hanging around here? Ding Gou'er followed the prestige, and a head of hard black hair came into view, and then he saw the lively face of the female driver. She was standing next to the truck with two black white gloves, like a little donkey in the sun. "Come here, you bastard!" She waved her white gloves like a talisman, attracting the scouts to move forward, and Ding Gouer, who was suffering from "loneliness syndrome", couldn't help it. Move closer to her. "It's you, the saline-alkaline land!" Ding Gou'er said rascally.Standing in front of her, he had a good feeling that the ship had come ashore and the child had met his mother. "Fat Tian Fan!" She bared her teeth and said, "Are you still here?" "I was just about to get out of here!" "Want to take my car again?" "yes." "It's not that cheap." "A Marlboro." "Two." "Two is two." "Wait!" The vehicle in front drove away belching black smoke, pulverized coal boiling under the wheels.Stand aside, she yelled, jumped into the car, held the steering wheel, and turned left and right fiercely, the car was rightly attached to the end of the suspended railroad track.Good job, girls!A young man in sunglasses gave a heartfelt admiration.Cowhide is not blown!Trains are not pushed!Tarzan is not a pile!She jumped out of the cab and said in a heroic manner.Ding Gou'er was happy and grinned.She said: What are you laughing at!He said: What not to laugh at. The iron bucket cart rattled, like a big black turtle, floating towards it.The iron wheels rubbed against the rails, occasionally splashing a few huge sparks, and the black rubber wires swayed and extended behind the car, full of snake-like aura.The girl behind the car has firm eyes and a serious face, which makes people awe-inspiring or intimidating.The iron cart rushed straight over, with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain.Ding Gou'er was afraid that it would fall headlong into the car compartment and smash it to pieces.Facts have proved that his fear is unnecessary. The girl's judgment is accurate, her reaction is sharp, her mind is like a computer and her body is like a machine. She always stops the iron bucket at that moment and makes the bucket turn over: Wow—wet The oily coals were dumped into the carriage, leaving no residue.The fresh smell of coal rushed into his nostrils, making Ding Gou'er feel even happier. "Do you have a cigarette? Sisters?" He stretched out his hand towards the salt-alkali field and begged, "Give me one." She handed him one and took one herself. In the thin smoke, she asked: "How did you get into this look? You got robbed?" He didn't answer because he was watching the mule. He and she saw the two mule-drawn carriage approaching this side from the field full of liver stones, soot, broken stone strips, rotten wood, and rusty wire. The driver held the rein with his left hand and shook the whip with his right. Drive the mules that pull the cart.Those were two beautiful black mules.One is bigger, it seems to be blind, and it drives the shaft; the other is not blind, its eyes are as big as copper bells, and it pulls a long harness.Oh, oh, oh, drive, drive... The snake-like whip made a crisp sound in the air, the little black mule jumped forward bravely, and the carriage kud-doo jumped forward, and an unfortunate thing happened: The black mule fell on the messy and hideous ground, as if it had collapsed a black wall.The coachman whipped the little black mule's buttocks, it struggled violently, stood up, its body trembled violently, and wobbled.The painful neighing of the little black mule was heart-pounding.The coachman was stunned for a while, then suddenly threw away his whip, rushed forward, knelt down on the ground, and took out a blue and white mule hoof from between two stone bars.Ding Gou'er took the female driver's hand and walked a few steps forward. The coachman held the mule's hooves in his hands, his face was scorched, and he began to cry. The old black mule in the shaft lowered its head and said nothing, like someone at a memorial meeting. The little black mule landed on three legs, and the other broken hind leg frequently hit a rotten log on the ground like a drumstick hitting a drumhead. stained red. Ding Gou'er's heart palpitations were severe, he wanted to turn his head and walk away, but Saline grabbed him tightly.Her hand grabbed his wrist, as if putting him in a shackle that was hard to break free. People talked about it, some pitied the little mule, some pitied the coachman, some condemned the coachman, and some condemned the rough road.A messy nest of crows. "Get out of the way!" Everyone was startled, and hurriedly dodged a gap.I saw two thin people stumbling in and flying in.A closer look turned out to be two women.Their faces were so pale that they reminded one of cabbage stumps stored in winter.Wearing clean white work clothes and a clean white work cap.A portable wax basket, a portable wicker bag.It appears to be two angels. "The veterinarian is here!" Here comes the vet, here comes the vet, don't cry boy, here comes the vet.Take the mule hoof to the veterinarian and let the veterinarian put the mule hoof back on for you. The two women in white clothes anxiously argued: "We are not veterinarians! We are chefs in the guest house." "Tomorrow the leaders of the city will visit the mine. The mine manager ordered us to treat them well. Chickens and fish are not rare. I was worried when I heard that the mule had broken its hoof." "Braised mule's hooves in soy sauce, stir-fried mules' hooves." "Driver, sell the mules' hooves!" "No, not for sale..." The coachman hugged the mule's hooves in his arms, with an infatuated expression on his face, as if he was holding his lover's severed hand. "You young man, aren't you confused?" The woman in white said angrily, "Do you still want to replant its severed limbs? Can you afford the money? These days, people may not be able to reattach a broken arm. Let alone an animal." "We'll pay you big money." "After this village, there will be no such shop." "How much do you give me...?" "Thirty yuan a piece, isn't it cheap?" "You only want hooves?" "Just hooves, nothing else." "All four hooves?" "Both." "It's still alive." "With a hoof missing, what's the use of living!" "It's still alive..." "Long-winded, will you sell it?" "Sell……" "Give the money! Count!" "Remove the cover, hurry up!" The coachman held four mule hoofs in one hand, and handed the trembling mule hoof to the woman in white with the other hand.She took the hoof and carefully put it in the wax basket.Another woman in white took out a steel knife, sharp ax and osteotomy saw from the wicker bag, stood proudly, and uttered a loud voice, urging the young coachman to release the little black mule as soon as possible.The coachman circling his legs, arching his waist, and shaking his hands, freed the little black mule.It was too late to speak, and the woman in white raised her sharp ax and struck the mule's broad forehead suddenly. , The little black mule suddenly knelt down on its front legs, and then slowly spread its entire body flat on the uneven ground. Ding Gou'er let out a long breath of relief. The little mule was not completely dead, its heavy breathing was still ringing in its neck, weak and thin blood dripped from both sides of the ax blade, soaking its eyelashes, bridge of nose and lips. It was the same woman in white who had split the mule with the axe, took the short blue knife, jumped to the side of the mule, grabbed the mule's hooves with one hand--the big black mule hoof and the small white hand-holding the knife with the other hand along the mule's hoof and The curved joint between the mule's legs turned briskly, then briskly again-the little white hand holding the hoof pressed down-the mule's hoof was separated from the mule's leg, and only a white tendon was connected in the middle.With a pick of the dagger, the mule's hoof and mule's leg bid farewell.Raising his white hand, the mule's hoof flew into the hands of another woman in white. It only took a moment to cut off the hooves of the three mules.The onlookers seemed to be shocked by this woman's tricks. No one spoke, coughed, or farted.Who would dare to be presumptuous in front of such a heroine? Ding Gou'er's hands were sweating, and he was thinking about the story of Buding Jieniu. The woman in white shook the handle of the ax and pulled out the ax that had been driven into the head of the little black mule. The little black mule finally died.It was dead on its belly, with stiff legs, pointing obliquely in four directions towards the sky, like the barrels of four anti-aircraft machine guns. The truck finally drove out of the difficult and tortuous road of the coal mine. The tall gangue pile and the ghostly mining machinery were also hidden in the heavy twilight behind. He could no longer hear it, but the four mule legs that looked like anti-aircraft machine guns were still shaking in front of Ding Gouer, making him uneasy.The mood of the female driver was probably also affected by the little black mule: on the bumpy road in the mining area, she cursed the street roughly; Step on the accelerator to the maximum, it will be dead, and the engine will make strange noises.The truck galloped like a howling fascist shell.The trees on the side of the road seemed to be cut down row by row by sharp axes, and the earth was like a chessboard spinning round and round.The stubby needle handle on the speedometer indicated eighty kilometers.The wind was howling, the wheels were spinning, and the exhaust valves were crackling every three minutes.Ding Gou'er leaned away from her in admiration, gradually forgetting the mule's legs that were shooting towards the sky. As we approached the city, steam from the radiator fogged the windshield.The saline-alkali land turned the water tank into a boiler.Cursing uncleanly, she stopped the car on the side of the road.Ding Gou'er followed her out of the car, gloating as she opened the fender to let the cool wind cool down the machine.The engine was emitting an uncomfortably hot air, and the water in the water tank was seething and bubbling.When she unscrewed the lid of the water tank with gloves on, he saw that her face was like a gorgeous sunset. She dragged out a flat metal bucket from the bottom of the car and ordered angrily: "Go, fetch water!" Ding Gou'er didn't dare and was unwilling to disobey her order, took the bucket, pretended to be confused, and said, "Are you trying to drive away while I'm fetching water? Auntie, save people to the end and send them home. " She said angrily, "Do you understand science? Why stop when you can run? And the bucket!" Ding Gou'er made a little grimace, he knew that this superficial little humor could only amuse shallow little girls and had no effect on this dominatrix, but he still did it subconsciously.Sure enough, she yelled: "Stop squeezing your nose and making a fool of yourself, go find some water." "Grandma, where do you want me to find water if you don't go to the village and don't rely on the store?" "I know I still need you to look for it?" Ding Gou'er looked at her with some reluctance, and carrying the bucket, pushed aside the soft bushes on the side of the road, crossed the dry flat and shallow ditch, and stood in the harvested farmland.This is no longer the endless farmland he is familiar with—that kind of farmland is also a vast wilderness—because it is approaching the outskirts of the city, the arm or finger of the city has already stretched here, here is a small lonely building, there is a thorny tree. The chimneys of smoke divide the farmland into pieces.Ding Gou'er stood there, feeling somewhat sad in his heart.Later, when he looked up and saw the blood-red sunset glow layer upon layer on the western horizon, he got rid of his sadness and strode towards the strange-shaped building closest to him. "Looking at the mountain and running to death" is indeed true.The building was bathed in the blood-red sunset and looked very close, but it was far away when walking.Pieces of crops seem to have fallen from the sky, inserting between him and the building, preventing him from going to happiness.In a field of corn where the cobs had been broken off and only the stalks remained, he was taken aback. By then the twilight was already thick, like wine pulp, and the corn stalks stood up like a group of silent sentinels.Ding Gou'er walked on his side, but still bumped the withered leaves hanging on the stalks.Suddenly, a tall black shadow stood in front of Ding Gou'er like a monster protruding from the ground, frightening the daring scout, his whole body turned cold, the tips of his hair stood on end, and he subconsciously waved the tin bucket with his arms, I want to fight the monster in front of me.The monster took a step back and said in a low voice, "Why did you hit me?" The scout steadied himself, only to find a tall old man standing in front of him.The starlight shining from the deep twilight illuminated the thick beard on the man's chin and the fluffy hair on the head, and on the blurred face, there were two faint green lights.Ding Gou'er knew from his feeling that he was dressed in rags and had thick bones. He was a hardworking, simple, hardworking and brave man.The breathing from his chest was heavy and short, interspersed with coughing sounds like iron gongs. "What are you doing here?" Ding Gou'er asked. "Catch crickets." The old man said, raising the earthen pot in his hand. "Catch crickets?" "Find the crickets." The crickets were jumping in the earthen jar, and the wall of the jar made a crackling sound.The old man stood silently, the two green lights on his face fluctuated, like two exhausted fireflies. "Catching crickets?" Ding Gou'er asked, "Is cricket fighting here?" "There's no cricket fighting here, but eating crickets here." The old man said slowly, turned around, moved two steps forward, and knelt on the ground without a sound.The leaves of the corn trembled a few times, and then hung on his head and shoulders, turning him into a grave.At this moment, the starlight is even brighter, and wisps of cool wind come and go suddenly, it is really mysterious and unpredictable that it comes and goes without a trace.Ding Gou'er felt that his shoulders were stiff and his heart was full of chills.Flowing fireflies fly faintly like a dream.For a moment, the desolate chirping of crickets resounded throughout the world, as if there were crickets everywhere.Ding Gou'er saw that the old man turned on a thumb-thick flashlight, and a golden beam of light shot towards the ground, covering a fat cricket at the root of a corn plant.It is golden red all over, with square head and protruding eyes, thick legs and big belly, and it is panting there as if it is about to jump.The old man stretched out a small net and lightly covered it.It went into the crock.Before long, it's going into a pan of boiling oil and then into someone's stomach. The scout vaguely recalled that in a magazine named "Cricket", there was a long article introducing the nutritional value of crickets and the various ways to eat crickets. The old man walked forward on his knees.Ding Gou'er crossed the cornfield and hurried towards the light. This is a poetic, healthy and lively night, because in this night, exploration and discovery go hand in hand, study and work go side by side, love and revolution combine, and the stars in the sky echo the lights in the underground, illuminating all dark corners .The bright spherical mercury lamp made the big strip-shaped sign dazzling. Ding Gouer squinted his eyes while holding the bucket and read the big black lacquered imitation Song Dynasty characters on the white sign: Special Grain Cultivation Research Center This is a small research center.Ding Gou'er thought to himself as he looked at those beautiful small buildings and those brightly lit sheds.A janitor wearing a blue uniform, a big cap on his head, and an armed belt around his waist flashed out from behind the door and shouted angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you looking inside? Do you want to find out where the thief is going?" Ding Gou'er saw his arrogant appearance with a gas pistol on his waist and an electric baton in his hand, and he was very angry, so he said, "Boy, be more polite!" "What? What did you say?" The young man at the door asked sharply, pushing forward. "I said you should be more polite!" Ding Gou'er is the real favorite in the public security, procuratorate, and judicial systems. In a bad mood, he cursed, "Watchdog!" "Watchdog" yelled, jumped, and was 20 centimeters above the ground. He shouted, "You son of a bitch, how dare you scold me? I'll kill you!" He pulled out the gas pistol from his waist and aimed at it. Ding Gouer. Ding Gou'er smiled and said, "Be careful not to put yourself down! If you use this kind of gas pistol to control people, you must stand in the limelight." "Hey, I can't tell, you bastard is quite an expert!" Ding Gou'er said, "I use this kind of broken gas gun to wipe my ass!" "fart!" "Your leaders are here!" Ding Gou'er snarled behind the gatekeeper. Taking advantage of the time when the janitor turned his head to look back, Ding Gou'er unhurriedly raised the bucket and hit him on the wrist, and the gas pistol fell to the ground.Immediately, he kicked up and hit the hand holding the electric baton.The electric baton flew away. The janitor wanted to bend down to pick up the gun, but Ding Gou'er held up the bucket and said, "If you bend down, I'll hit you for shit." The gatekeeper knew that he had encountered a powerful character, so he took a few steps back, turned around and ran towards the small building.Ding Gou'er walked into the gate with a smile. A group of people in the same attire as the janitor ran out from the small building, one of them was blowing vigorously with an iron whistle in his mouth.It's him, it's him, the janitor who had suffered just now pointed to Ding Gou'er and shouted.Hit the son of a bitch!The security guards rushed forward, waving a dozen electric batons, and tens of faces were tense, like a pack of little mad dogs. Ding Gou'er took his time and reached for his waist. Oh, the gun was in the briefcase, and the briefcase was in the cab of the car. A man with a red armband on his arm, probably a small boss, pointed his baton at Ding Gou'er and asked aggressively, "What do you do?" Ding Gou'er said, "I'm a car driver." He raised the tin bucket in his hand. "Driver?" The little boss asked suspiciously, "What are you doing here?" "Looking for water, the water tank is boiled dry." The atmosphere eased a lot, and a few batons that were raised high were lowered down. "He's not a chauffeur," exclaimed the hard-fought janitor. "This guy punches like hell." "This only shows that you are too incompetent." Ding Gou'er said. "Which unit are you the driver?" The little boss continued to question. Ding Gouer suddenly remembered the words printed on the door of the truck, and said fluently, "From the Brewing University." "Where to go?" "Coal mine." "Where are your documents?" "In the coat pocket." "Where's the gown?" "on the car." "Where's the car?" "On the highway." "Who else is in the car?" "A pretty lady." The little boss smiled and said, "The drivers of your brewing university are all scumbags." "Yes, they are all shameless mules." "Let's go, let's keep going!" said the little boss, "If there is water in the building, what are you still doing?" Ding Gou'er followed them into the building, and heard the little chieftain reprimanding the gatekeeper behind him: "You idiot, you can't even handle a driver, if the forty thieves come, why don't you cheat your bastard out?" !" Walking into the building, the strong light made Gou'er dizzy.The hallway is covered with scarlet chemical fiber carpets, and there are large brightly colored photos on the wall. The contents of the photos are crops: there are corn, rice, wheat, sorghum, and some strange things. Ding Gouer guessed that it must be this building. The hybrids made by the agricultural scientists here.The little boss enthusiastically pointed out the direction to the toilet for Ding Gouer. He said that there was a faucet for flushing rags in the toilet, which could catch water.Ding Gou'er thanked him a few words, and saw him and his subordinates go into a room, and when he opened the door, acrid smoke came out from the crack.He guessed that they might be playing poker or mahjong, and of course they might be studying documents or something. He smiled for a second, and walked cautiously to the toilet with the bucket in his hand.As he walked, he looked at the wooden signs nailed to each door: technology department, production department, statistics department, accounting department, archives room, reference room, laboratory, video room.The door of the video room was ajar, and someone was working. He walked in quietly with a bucket of water, and saw a man and a woman playing a video in the video room.A TV with a huge screen surprised him.A line of beautiful official script is displayed on the screen: Rare treasures - chicken head rice wonderful soundtrack sultry.Cantonese music, "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon".He didn't intend to watch the video, but the video was very interesting and attracted him to watch it.The picture is colorful and beautiful.An automated poultry killing production line.The chicken heads fell down in an orderly manner.Silk and bamboo are singing together.Commentary: The cadres and masses of the Special Grain Research and Cultivation Center are encouraged by... to work together and brainstorm to carry forward the spirit of "tackling key problems and not fearing difficulties" to fight day and night... A group of thin-faced and swollen-headed people in white overalls are playing with big and small The bottle is testing something.A group of beautiful women tucked their hair into white work hats, wore white aprons on their chests, and held tweezers to stuff rice seeds into chicken heads.A group of women with the same dress and beauty as the previous group of women buried the heads of chickens implanted with rice seeds in fiery red flowerpots.As soon as the screen changed, rice seedlings grew out of the pots.Dozens of watering cans spray water on the rice seedlings.As soon as the screen turned, the rice showed tassels.The screen turned and turned, and finally turned into a few bowls of steaming, blood-red, translucent, and pearl-like rice placed on a dining table full of flowers.Several handsome, plump or burly leaders gathered around the table to taste this rare treasure, with satisfied smiles on their faces.Ding Gou'er sighed deeply, only then did he realize that he was a frog at the bottom of a well with little knowledge.Before the video was finished, the men and women in the room began to talk, and Ding Gou'er hurried forward with water in his hands, fearing trouble.When he went out the gate, he was stared at by the gatekeeper.Many holes were poked in the back by the janitor's gaze.When I was crossing the cornfield, my eyeballs were wiped by dry corn leaves, and tears filled my eyes.The old man who caught the crickets disappeared.Far away from the car, I heard the female driver yelling on the road: "Are you fucking going to pick up water from the Yellow River or the Yangtze River?" Putting down the bucket, he shook his numb and sore arm and said, "I'll go to the Yarlung Zangbo River to fetch the water." "I fucking thought you fell into the river and drowned!" "I watched a video of your mother not drowning." "Is it the fucking martial artist or the one on the bed?" "My mother is not martial arts, not on the bed, but the rare and rare chicken head rice." "What's so rare about chicken head rice, how the hell you open your mouth is your mother's mother." "I'll fuck you or you'll have to gag you." Ding Gou'er pulled the female driver over, wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, and pressed his sweet, sour, bitter mouth tightly against hers. Teacher Mo Yan: Your letter has been received. As for "National Literature", there is no news at all.I am very anxious, I hope you will go and urge the two teachers Zhou Bao and Li Xiaobao to call me back as soon as possible. The night before yesterday I wrote another novel titled "Donkey Street".In this novel, I have adopted some writing techniques of martial arts novels, please read it carefully.It is up to the teacher to decide which publications to send this manuscript to. I have sent the information about wine with the letter. The 30 bottles of fine wine will be brought to Beijing when there is a car. Ask for ten strips of dried meat to make a "bundle"! "National Literature" did not give me any news, which made me feel depressed and lost my mind. The teacher is someone who has experienced it, so he must understand my feelings as a student. I wish Ann! Student: Li Yidou Er Mo Yan Teacher: Your letter has been received. As for "National Literature", there is no news at all.I am very anxious, I hope you will go and urge the two teachers Zhou Bao and Li Xiaobao to call me back as soon as possible. The night before yesterday I wrote another novel titled "Donkey Street".In this novel, I have adopted some writing techniques of martial arts novels, please read it carefully.It is up to the teacher to decide which publications to send this manuscript to. I have sent the information about wine with the letter. The 30 bottles of fine wine will be brought to Beijing when there is a car. Ask for ten strips of dried meat to make a "bundle"! "National Literature" did not give me any news, which made me feel depressed and lost my mind. The teacher is someone who has experienced it, so he must understand my feelings as a student. I wish Ann! Student: Li Yidou Brother Yidou: Letters and manuscripts were received.The materials have not been received yet, and printed matter is generally slower than letters! I can fully understand how you feel, I myself have survived this difficultly.Let's be honest with you.I have done or wanted to do everything in order to turn the article into typeface.After receiving your letter, I immediately called Zhou Bao.He said that he had read all three of your novels several times.He said that he was not sure, and he couldn't tell how ugly Yinmao was at once.He said he was seriously considering it.He has transferred your masterpiece to Li Xiaobao, let Li read it as soon as possible, and then exchange views.In the end, he said that these three novels certainly have a lot of room for discussion, but there is no doubt that the author is talented.Seeing this, I think your mood may be a little better, right?For a writer, talent is more important than anything else.There are many people who have been writers all their lives, have written many things, and know all the "tricks" of how to become a great writer, but in the end it is difficult to become a great writer.These people lack nothing but talent or not enough talent. I have watched "Donkey Street" three times, and the overall impression is that it is relatively open and bold, a bit like a wild donkey rolling around.Simply put in one word: wild.Did you write it after drinking "Red Horse"? Some places I don't quite understand and immature opinions are for reference: ① Is the little boy with fish scales who rides a little black donkey and can fly over eaves and walls as if walking on flat ground described in the article, is he a messenger or a thief?He has appeared in both "Meat Boy" and "Prodigy" (is he alone?), and he seems to have no extraordinary performance, but in this article he suddenly becomes a half-god, half-demon superman, is it a bit too much? ?Of course, you didn't tell me that these novels are coherent siblings.Also, what is his relationship with the goblin in red?In the "Prodigy" chapter, you seem to say that the little goblin is the fish-scale boy? I have never dared to belittle martial arts novels.It is remarkable that martial arts novels can attract so many readers.During the summer vacation last year, I read dozens of martial arts novels, and I forgot to eat or sleep.After reading it, even I feel baffled.Knowing that it is full of lies, why is it so intoxicated?Some people say that martial arts novels are fairy tales for adults, and this theory makes sense.Of course, after reading dozens of martial arts novels, I found that they are heavily stereotyped. It is not difficult to make up a random one, but it is definitely not an easy task to write for the sake of Jin Yong and Gu Long.You have made some "hybridization" attempts in your novels, and whether you succeed or not, the idea itself is interesting.Today, there is a very pioneering female writer surnamed Huaming Dajie, who has been experimenting with "hybridization" with great results. You may wish to read some of her works.This person seems to live in Qixing County not far from your wine country (there is a county magistrate who is famous for selling rat poison), you might as well meet that ladybug writer when you have time. ② I heard from Zhao Dazui, a graduate student of the Lu Xun College of Literature, that "Longfeng Chengxiang" is a classic in Cantonese cuisine. Big).Your "Dragon and Phoenix Prosperity" actually uses the external genitalia of male donkeys and female donkeys as the basic raw materials. Who would dare to use chopsticks?I worry that this dish will not be accepted by literary critics because of its blatantly bourgeois liberal tendencies.Nowadays, the literary world is proud of some heroes. These people have dog noses and eagle eyes, and hold a magnifying glass to search for "dirty words" in their works. It is really difficult to avoid them, just like eggs with seams to avoid maggots Not as easy as a fly.Because I wrote "Joy" and "Joy", I have been vomited all over my body by them in the past few years, which stinks.They adopted the tactics of the "Gang of Four" era, took the meaning out of context, attacked one point, not the rest, regardless of the role of those "unclean details" in the text and the specific environment, not from a literary point of view, but from a purely physiological and ethical point of view. Opinions onslaught on you and allow no excuses at all.Therefore, according to my personal experience, I advise you to change to another dish. ③About Yu Yichi.I'm intrigued by this character, even though you haven't written much about him.There are dwarf images in literary works both at home and abroad, but not many can be called typical.I hope you can use your talents to write a biography for this dwarf.Didn't he ask "you" to write a "biography" for him?I believe this "biography" will be very interesting.A dwarf who was born in a scholarly family, well-read poems and books, and full of knowledge, endured humiliation for decades, and once relied on the power of the east wind, he soared to the sky. He gained money, fame, and status, and now he is vowing to "fuck all the beauties in the wine country", What kind of psychological motivation is hidden behind these rhetoric?In the process of realizing this heroic statement, what kind of psychological changes happened to him?What kind of mental state will he be in after realizing this bold statement?Behind every question mark, there will be wonderful articles to do, why don't you give it a try? ④The beginning of the novel, with all due respect, seems to be purely catchy nonsense with no practical significance. If all of it can be deleted, the article will be more concise. ⑤ In the novel, you designed the father of the pair of dwarves as a national leader. If it is a positive praise, of course the higher the level, the better; The shape of the pagoda, the higher you go, the smaller the range, and the easier it is to get a seat. Once the people at the top of the pagoda compare with you, it will be worse than a cold.Therefore, I suggest that you make the family status of the twin dwarves shorter, and make the black gauze hat smaller. Lala Zaza has written so much, and she writes at random, full of contradictions, just go and rest after reading it, don't take it too seriously.The world is afraid of being serious, and whoever is serious will be unlucky. The masterpiece "Donkey Street" should be sent to "National Literature". If "National Literature" is not used, then find a way to recommend it elsewhere. I have written several chapters of my novel (temporary title), and I thought that I could write about drinking after being drunk a few times, but it was very difficult to write, and I had a lot of thoughts.The relationship between human beings and wine includes almost all contradictions and contradictory aspects in the process of human survival and development. If you have a big hand, you can really make a big article on this topic. Unfortunately, I am not talented enough, so I am always in a hurry and stretched.I hope you will talk more about drinking with me when you write, maybe it can inspire me a little. good luck! Mo Yan "Donkey Street" Dear friends, you have read my "Alcohol", "Meat Boy" and "Prodigy" not long ago. Now, please allow me to dedicate my new work "Donkey Street" to you. Please forgive me and take care of me.According to the views of literary critics, the above miscellaneous words are absolutely not allowed to enter the novel to destroy the unity and perfection of the novel. Hugs and wine kisses and wine rub shoulders, even the air you breathe is full of ethanol.I have the character of wine and the disposition of wine.What is edification?This is.Alcohol got me so carried away that I couldn't follow the rules.The character of wine is unrestrained; the temperament of wine is to talk freely. Dear friends, as I walk out of the magnificent arched gate of the Wine Country Brewing University, I leave behind the bottle-shaped teaching building and the wine glass-shaped laboratory building behind, and leave the wine-smelling large building of the school-run brewery behind. Leaving the chimney behind, "put down the burden and move forward lightly", follow me, clear-eyed, not lost in the direction, across the crystal clear fir bridge on the Vinegar Spring River, and let the gurgling water, water lilies on the water, butterflies on the lotus, The white duck playing in the water, the fish swimming in the water, the feeling of the fish swimming, the emotion of the white duck, the thoughts of the duckweed, the dream talking of the flowing water...all are left behind.Beware, the smelly doors of the Culinary Academy are beckoning us!My old mother-in-law, who works in this college, has recently gone mad, hiding in a room with double curtains, writing whistle blowing letters day and night.Let's ignore her for now, let alone the scent wafting from the culinary academy. "Man dies for money, bird dies for food", this is the true truth.In an age of chaos and corruption, men, like birds, appear to be free, but are actually full of traps and snares, slingshots and shotguns.Well, our noses have been poisoned by the smell, so we cover our noses, quickly leave the Culinary Academy aside, walk with me diagonally, pass through the narrow deer street, hear the cries of deer, imagine them in the food wild Ping.Looking at the antlers hanging in front of the shops on both sides of the street, they criss-cross, like a forest of guns and swords.Stepping on the old road paved with bluestone slabs, moss grows on the slabs, green grass squeezes out from the crevices of the stones, the slates are slippery, pay attention to your feet, be careful of falling.Carefully, we beat around the bush and turned into Donkey Street.The road under the feet is still paved with bluestone.They have gone through vicissitudes, suffered from wind, rain, wheels and hooves; their edges and corners have been lost, and they are as smooth as bronze mirrors.Donkey Street is slightly wider than Deer Street, and the stone slabs are covered with dirty blood and black donkey skins.Donkey Street is slipperier than Deer Street.Black crows staggered and croaked in the streets.The road is difficult, remind everyone to be careful and abide by the walking rules: the body must be upright, the feet must take root, and it is not allowed to look around while walking, like a country bumpkin who has just entered the city.Falling like that, falling is not nice, falling is bad, staining clothes is less of a problem, buttocks are more of a problem.All in all a bad fall.For the happiness of the readers, let's take a break before we go. In our wine country, there are heroes who don't get drunk for a thousand cups and sing generously and tragically. There are also alcoholics who steal money from their wives' private houses in exchange for alcohol, and there are hooligans who steal chickens, fight dogs, fight, and cheat.I think that the green grass snake Zhang Sanpopi Niu Er who was beaten by the flower-eating monk and killed by the green-faced beast knife all left descendants in our wine country, and the evil seed will continue for another two thousand years.Such people gather in Donkey Street, which is a scene in our wine country.Look at the one leaning against the door panel with a cigarette in his mouth, the one with a wine bottle nibbling on money, and the one whistling and setting up a birdcage, all of them.Friends, watch carefully, don't provoke them, decent people ignore street bastards, new shoes don't step on stinky shit.This donkey street is the shame of our wine country and the glory of our wine country.If you don't go to Donkey Street, you haven't been to Liquor Country.There are twenty-four donkey-killing shops on Donkey Street, starting from the Ming Dynasty, killing a Qing Dynasty and adding a Republic of China.With the advent of the Communist Party, donkeys have become means of production, killing donkeys is illegal, and donkey streets are very depressed.Over the past few years, China has been invigorated internally and opened up to the outside world, and people's living standards have continued to improve. It is necessary to eat meat to improve the quality of the race, and Donkey Street has greatly prospered. "Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground", donkey meat is fragrant, delicious, and donkey meat is a delicacy in the world.Readers, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, "Three wipes of oil fed sesame juice", "Miss Miss", and "eating in Guangzhou" are pure rumors to confuse the public!listen to me, say what?Let’s talk about the famous food of our wine country, it’s inevitable to miss something, please bear with me.Standing on the donkey street, looking at the wine country, it is really delicious and delicious: donkeys are killed on the donkey street, deer are killed on the deer street, cattle are slaughtered on the cow street, sheep are slaughtered on the sheep alley, pigs are slaughtered in the pig factory, horses are slaughtered in the horse alley, and dogs are slaughtered Dogs and cats are slaughtered in the cat market...there are too many to count, which makes people feel upset and thirsty. In short, all the delicacies of mountains and seas, birds, beasts, fish scales and insects can be eaten in our wine country.We have some in other places, and we still have those that are not in other places.Not only is there, but the most crucial, most important, and most remarkable thing is that it has characteristics, style, history, tradition, thought, culture, and morality.What sounds like bragging is not bragging.In the upsurge of getting rich with vigor and vitality throughout the country, the leaders of our city, Jiuguo City, have unique insight and pioneered a unique way, and have embarked on a unique road to getting rich.Dear friends, gentlemen and ladies, there is probably nothing more important in life than eating and drinking.Why do people have a mouth?It is for eating and drinking!Let people who come to our wine country eat and drink well.Let them eat well, eat fun, and eat addictively.Make them drink famous drink fun drink addictive.Let them understand that eating and drinking is not just to maintain life, but to experience the true taste of life and comprehend the philosophy of life through eating and drinking.Let them know that eating and drinking are not only a process of physical activity, but also a process of spiritual cultivation and appreciation of beauty. Go slow and appreciate.Donkey Street is two miles long, with donkey-killing shops on both sides.There are ninety restaurants and taverns, and every family uses donkey carcasses as raw materials.The tricks are refurbished, clever tricks come out one after another, and the wisdom of eating donkeys has gathered great success here.People who have eaten at ninety houses on Donkey Street can stop eating donkeys for the rest of their lives.Only people who have eaten donkey all over the street can pat their chests and say: I have eaten donkeys! Donkey Street is like a rich dictionary. Even if my mouth is sharp enough to be decisive, I can't say enough.It’s not good to talk nonsense, it’s not good to talk nonsense, please forgive me, please allow me to drink a cup of "Red Maned Horse" to refresh myself.For hundreds of years, how many donkey lives have been killed on our donkey street, it is really impossible to count. It can be said that there are groups of donkey ghosts roaming on our donkey street day and night. It can be said that every stone on our donkey street is soaked It can be said that every plant on our donkey street is infused with the spirit of donkeys, every toilet on our donkey street is full of donkey souls, and it can be said that all the people who have passed through donkey street All have more or less the temperament of a donkey.Friends, the donkey incident is like smoke, covering the sky over Donkey Street, weakening the brilliance of the sun. As long as we close our eyes, we can see groups of donkeys of all kinds running and neighing. Here is a legend similar to a myth: Every night in the dead of night, there is an extremely small and handsome little black donkey (don't know its gender), galloping back and forth on the bluestone road, running from the east end of the street to the west end of the street, And ran from the west end of the street to the east end of the street.Its handsome and tender hooves, like wine cups carved from black agate, struck the smooth bluestone slabs, making a crisp sound.This sound is like music from the sky in the middle of the night, a little scary, a little mysterious, a little gentle; hearing it makes me want to cry, be infatuated, get drunk, or sigh.If it was a moonlit night, Yu Yichi, the shopkeeper of the Dwarf Hotel, drank a few more glasses of old wine, and his stomach and intestines became hot, so he bared his round belly, like a small drum, and held a bamboo chair to the door of the shop. Enjoy the coolness under the old pomegranate tree outside.A stream of moonlight shines down, illuminating the stone road like a mirror.It was mid-autumn weather, and the cool breeze was blowing, and the outdoor enjoyment of the cool air had long since disappeared. If Yu Yichi hadn't suffered from alcohol, he would not have gone out to enjoy the cool air.The daytime, when people were like ants, turned into the current cool look, and the chirping insects sounded in every corner, as sharp as a sharp arrow, and seemed to be able to penetrate copper walls and iron walls.The cool wind blows on the belly, giving birth to infinite happiness. I looked up at the sweet pomegranates on the tree with small petal-like mouths. I was about to fall asleep when I suddenly felt my scalp explode and goosebumps burst out all over my body. , The drowsiness drifted away with the wind, and the whole body could no longer move—as if