Chapter 11 Oni Ryoko

Gui Yangzi is the nickname of my distant uncle, and his name on the household registration card is a single word: Le.When people in the village mentioned him, they never forgot to put the nickname Gui Yangzi before his name, so they called him Gui Yangzi Le.This kind of long-winded appellation was originally not in line with the habit of peasants who like to speak concisely, but they still like to call it this way. After a long time, it seems to be pleasing to the mouth and ears. Just from the literal intuition of this nickname, one can be sure that he is not a tall and perfect person.A ghost word can make people have many associations.However, in the ghost word Gui Yangzi, it mainly contains the connotation of treachery, which roughly summarizes the consistent characteristics of my cousin's handling of affairs and being a person. He is not so open-minded and straightforward, and he is not as simple and honest as ordinary farmers; When dealing with foreign affairs and fighting with people, he always shows a tricky look; there are few truths and many empty words, and he will never show off his dew; If he went to Xijing to find him according to what he said, he would definitely be fooled.

Perhaps I was bewitched by this kind of public opinion since I was a child. I consciously kept a certain distance from my cousin, a kind of vigilance and vigilance; As for his protruding forehead, the two small and flexible eyes hidden deep under the brows, more concentratedly contain the unfathomable and mysterious atmosphere.Farmers greatly reduce the psychological basis for trust in people who are too shrewd and shrewd to the extent of secrets, and naturally show a reserved attitude of respect (humble?) and stay away.Although I dare not look down on my elders, I also dare not have too close a relationship with him.

When I got home on Saturday, it was already time to light up the lights. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Gui Yangzi Uncle Le sitting at the table in the main room, chatting with his mother.He seldom came to visit my house, so I thought he was waiting for me intentionally, about to say something, or to do something.Because he chatted with his mother in a completely absent-minded manner, obviously killing time. "Why are you so thin?" He exclaimed, as if he hadn't met me just last Sunday, but as if he hadn't seen me in ten or eight years, "Hey! I said the bowl of the public cadre The food is really bad! Don’t look at it, don’t pick it up, it’s exhausting your mind and brain! Stuffing your mind is more unbearable than working hard. Look at how thin you have become after exhausting your mind..."

I know that there is no obvious change, and the weight of one hundred and twenty catties has not decreased, but listening to Uncle Le's words seems to be more ironic than hearing someone say "you are fat". "I heard people say that in the streets of the county town, there are hawkers setting up stalls, oil cake tables and jelly tables." Ghost Yangzi Uncle Le said, in a tone that has nothing to do with him, "The government Don't interfere?" "No," I said, "it's allowed by policy." "How can the policy allow private individuals to open shops and do business?" Gui Yangzi Uncle Le said puzzledly, "I'm afraid the Communist Party is in a daze?"

"On the contrary." I explained smartly. "The central government has learned lessons from decades of mistakes and has come to its senses. It cannot be too stuck with farmers." His eyes were set very low, he didn't look at me, he just stared at the greasy black sheepskin cigarette pack in his hand, digging leisurely.Intuitively, I noticed that he listened attentively to my every word, every word, but put on a gesture of indifference, and didn't even stare at me. "Don't you have the skill of frying oil cakes?" Mother interjected, "It hasn't been used for decades, but now I can use it." As my mother said, she asked me again, "Do you remember? Your Uncle Le and you Erye (Uncle Le's father) was very popular when he set up oil cake tables in Wuli Town! There are seven or eight oil cake tables in two rows on one street. Your Uncle Le's business is good. Your Uncle Le fried The oil cakes produced are bright yellow and crisp, and there is a bag of sugar in the mouth, and now you can’t eat such good oil cakes.”

I have a vague memory.By the canal in the middle of the street in Wuli Town, a tent was stretched out, and four long benches were placed around a square table, where peasant men and women were sitting or standing eating oil cakes.The deceased second master greeted customers with a smile on his face, while the young Uncle Le stood in front of the frying pan with waves of oil, nimbly holding the dough with both hands, and making flat oil cakes one by one. Sticking to the side of the pot and slipping into the oil pan, a cloud of oil waves immediately appeared.The fried oil cakes floated on the oil surface. Uncle Le took them out with chopsticks and put them on the wire rack... I once salivated in front of the oil pan to grind it, how can I completely forget it!

"Ha! Of course, what kind of condiment do we use for our oil cake? Black and white sugar mixed with half, green and red silk, walnut kernels, orange cake, what taste does it taste?" Uncle Gui Yangzi proudly sighed, "Now the state-run The oil cakes sold in the cafeteria only contained a pinch of brown sugar. I went to Xi’an the year before last and bought two oil cakes from a dessert shop on East Street, and they were all dry shells! It can be regarded as a waste of one or two food stamps and one cent..." "If you set up a fryer in Wuli Town today, it will be a success." Mother said, "The old people still remember it."

"No! We can't do that kind of business anymore!" Gui Yangzi Uncle Le said with emotion, "We absolutely can't do that kind of business because of speculation." "That can't be called speculation..." I said. "Even if it's not speculative, it's not the right way!" Uncle Guiyangzi Le put on a smug face, "The party has educated us for decades, we must get rich together! How can we try to be the first..." Looking at his impassioned and generous face and listening to his high-sounding words, my heart immediately reflected the completely opposite meaning.His usual way of talking about things, unable to hide his real purpose from those who know him well, is nothing more than setting out my opinion on the matter.

"These people! It's really a dog who can't change its nature of eating shit. As soon as the hand on the top loosened a crack, it flew around!" Guiyangzi Uncle Le laughed and said, "Hmph! When the time comes...wait for frustration !" "No." I said, "If you want to do oil cake business, you can do it now, the policy allows it." "We don't do it, and we are allowed to do it too. We want to walk the same path with all members of the commune. We will suffer as much as we suffer, and enjoy as much as we enjoy happiness." He still said the usual, official language.Speaking of this, he rolled his eyes and said in a detached tone, "Actually, if I want to sell oil cakes, no one can match the conditions. We bring our own craftsmanship and don't need to ask for it. My second daughter's family lives in Wuzhou. In Lizhen, there are two facades on the street, at the left corner of the cross in the middle of the street, and the traffic is just moderate. A few days ago, a woman came and told me about this, and I scolded her severely, scolding her for being young. Yes, it's worse than my old man's thinking. I scolded her so that she didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore..."

Listening to his words, I guessed in my heart: Gui Yangzi, Uncle Le, had discussed with his second daughter more than once when he thought of resuming his old business of frying oil cakes in Wuli Town.Even the location of the facade has been carefully inspected. The left corner of the street cross is the bustling area of ​​Wuli Town, like the Bell Tower in Xi'an, Nanjing Road in Shanghai or Wangfujing in Beijing. It is a uniquely good place.He said that he scolded his second daughter for her blind thinking, but I just guessed that he was planning how to use the incomparably good land of his daughter's house.I clearly sensed his eagerness to start the oil cake business, and he was just asking me about the reliability of the newly relaxed rural economic policy.Like a fox squatting next to a farmhouse's chicken coop, its eyes are not looking at the chicken coop, but looking around to see if there is a trap set by the owner. It is by no means indifferent to the smell of the hen's meat.

Uncle Gui Yangzi’s mentality is not surprising. I can completely understand it. Many farmers in the village are cautiously waiting to see the regulations on the revitalization of the rural economy that have just been promulgated. Let’s wait and see!They thought that I worked in the county and understood the boundaries of the policy, and they asked me more than once about the reliability of this policy and the legitimacy of various ways to make money.They are all outspoken about their opinions and concerns, and even bring up facts from their past lives to prove their point of view.But Uncle Le, the ghost Yangzi, just denies what he is eager to do, which is really tricky and funny. "Let's be our honest farmers and don't follow evil ways." He confessed that he was completely determined and unmoved by money. He stood up and asked indifferently, "I heard people say that those small stalls in the county Xiaopu, has the county government issued a business license?" "Yes," I said, "perfectly legal." "Let's not do it legally." He dragged his voice lazily, as if making a promise to me, "Uncle, I have seen the world in Cairo! What do you want so much money for? You have something to eat and clothes to wear. Lie! Uncle didn’t want to get rich much better than Luo..." He walked out the door. But I still think of the fox who doesn't look at the chicken coop, as if to say, hen meat is not good, I don't want to eat it at all... About two months later, one day, Guiyangzi Uncle Le suddenly walked into my office, took the teacup I handed him, and reported his family: "People say that the market is open, and the county is bustling. I’ve never been here before. When I went shopping today, it’s really lively and prosperous! I wandered around and ate a bowl of steamed buns. The steamed bun restaurant opened by a private company has a fragrant meat and fat soup, which is better than the state-owned cafeteria. The food is delicious I'm thirsty, I'll come to you for tea..." I have worked in the county's cultural department for many years, and Uncle Guiyangzi Le has never been on my threshold, and I am sure he did not come here today because he was thirsty after eating steamed buns and came to beg for tea.I knew that he was "Wang Gu left and right to talk about him", so I couldn't ask directly, so I just poured water into his teacup and talked about the market of material transactions in the farmer's market. After the two friends who had been sitting in my room left, Uncle Gui Yangzi looked at the door, and the spring lock on the door panel was automatically closed.He pulled out the cigarette pouch from his clean-shaven thin lips, suddenly raised his voice, and scolded his second daughter angrily: "This thief girl, I can't control it no matter how much I persuade or scold, I have to open it!" The oil cake shop is not good. I told her, if you sell your oil cakes, I will take care of my crops; !" I sat beside him and just listened. "Hey!" He sighed helplessly, "The thief woman said she wouldn't turn me around, so she came to move her mother. Hey, you two are crying and laughing, shouting and cursing, so pestering me that I can't do anything... " I thought to myself that he would finally admit to me that the hen meat was actually delicious.I should put up steps for him, so that he can avoid a few detours. To be honest, I took a shortcut and said: "Second sister's plan is not risky, and your worries are unnecessary." "This is causing trouble. She submitted the application report to the county industrial and commercial bureau. It has been more than a month, and the business license has not yet been approved." Guiyangzi Uncle Le said in a gloating tone, "I look for me every day. , asked me to come to the county to inquire. I don't care about this matter! I hope that the county will not approve her application, not issue her a business license, so as not to get me involved..." Now I can clearly see his real intention, but he is still going around in circles.I want to make a joke of him and see what he does?He said, "Uncle! I heard that there are a lot of self-employed people applying for business licenses now, and the county industrial and commercial bureau is stricter than before." His small eyeballs rolled, and a look of panic flashed like a flash, and then disappeared, and he continued to say in a false tone of gloating: "Okay... okay! I hope the county will not approve her application. It also saves you from taking risks with her..." "I heard that the Industrial and Commercial Bureau will approve a batch before the May Day." I said, "I'll ask later to see if your business license has been approved." "It's not mine, it's my second daughter's." Guiyangzi Uncle Le still didn't forget to correct my mistakes, and said in an understatement tone, "That's fine, you can go to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and ask, if it's approved It’s the same thing; if it’s not approved, that’s fine. Let’s figure it out earlier, and make that girl stop worrying about it, so that I don’t have to worry about it all day. I don’t know... you can ask... Is it convenient?" "It's convenient." I said, not daring to neglect my elder cousin, "I'll call you back after I get the result." "This will cause you trouble." He still said in a light tone, and continued to complain about his second daughter, "She has urged me to come to you, saying that she wants your help, and she has obtained a business license. She remembers your life's benefits. I told her, I don't cause trouble for others, your brother is very busy with work in the county, how can he have time to worry about these trivial matters..." It's watertight!My secretive ghost Yangzi Uncle Le, I really admire his superb art of conversation. The oil cake shop jointly run by Guiyangzi Uncle Le and his second daughter officially opened for business.I went to Wuli Town Cultural Station for business, and saw him from a distance wearing a white cloth apron, busy in front of the oil pan, holding the dough in his hand, and occasionally grabbed the chopsticks to stir the oil cake in the pan.His second daughter was too busy collecting money and paying for oil cakes.There is a market day in the town, and it is just before the summer harvest. Farmers are busy buying brooms and tearing summer clothes.Guiyangzi Uncle Le's oil cake business is particularly prosperous. The fried oil cakes in the oil pan can't meet the demands of the hands holding the tickets, so people crowd around the table and the pan.In contrast, the business of the other two oil cake stalls seemed deserted.There is no way, the old people have a deep memory of Gui Yangzi Uncle Le's ancestral oil cake craftsmanship, and the young people's tongues are also very sensitive, and they only buy delicious ones.I stopped to have a look, and went to the cultural station. When I returned home again, my mother told me that Guiyangzi Uncle Le had already sent me a bottle of good wine and a good cigarette, saying that he thanked me for applying for a business license for his daughter.I am grateful for nothing.In fact, when I asked the Bureau of Industry and Commerce about this matter, they had just held a meeting and approved more than 150 self-employed businesses at one time, including Guiyangzi Uncle Le's oil cake shop.He got it wrong and thought I was doing him a favor!I had already told him a few days after the approval, but he absolutely didn't believe it. He firmly believed that I must have helped, otherwise why would he be so effective?Ghosts always have another layer of tricks, but I can't convince him to believe me. Guiyangzi Uncle Le's business is booming, so the time is naturally more busy. At night, he has to boil water to scald the noodles, knead them well, and nest them in the cattail basket.When the sky is not clear, I have to get up and light the oil pan.At this time, many workers from social-run factories, townspeople, teachers, and passers-by were already waiting at the door of the shop for breakfast.The old man was so busy that he didn't even have time to go home.My uncle and I don't see each other very often, time flies, almost two years. On this day, Lao Yang, the secretary of the Propaganda Department of the county party committee, approached me and said that the county party committee was going to wear red and flowers to households with ten thousand yuan on New Year’s Day to encourage farmers to let go of their hands and feet to make a fortune.The county party committee assigned this work to the Propaganda Department and the Administration for Industry and Commerce, and asked them to investigate first, and then determine the recipients of commendation.Among the first batch of 10,000-yuan households to be photographed is Uncle Le.Lao Yang said that he had already had contact with the old man once, and the old man was full of worries, and he didn't tell the truth or reveal the truth.Lao Yang knew from nowhere that the old man and I belonged to the township party and had a close relationship, so he invited me to do his work together. When Lao Yang and I set off from the county party committee and arrived at Wuli Town by jeep, the farmers in the town had just had breakfast.There is no market day in Wuli Town, and there are few people. The rest of the oil cake shops have ceased fire and cooking. Only Guiyangzi Uncle Le's is open, and a few customers are wandering in front of the shop. As soon as Uncle Gui Yangzi saw the jeep parked in front of his door, his eyes were covered with a look of boredom. I saw him stepping his head away from the car window, and then saw me and Lao Yang walking into his shop Only after opening the door did he show a flustered and enthusiastic expression, and let us sit down in the store.His second daughter, Fengzi, didn't seem to care. She brought a plate of freshly fried oil cake and two bowls of red bean porridge with a smile, and put them in front of Lao Yang and me. Guiyangzi Uncle Le wiped his greasy fingers and sat down at the table to talk to Lao Yang with me. "You two are still looking for ten thousand yuan households, right?" Gui Yangzi Uncle Le took the lead and went straight to the point, "It's okay for you, Comrade Yang, to bring my nephew here! I didn't earn one Ten thousand yuan! Our county magistrate doesn’t deserve to come in person, I can’t coax the leaders of our county! Wearing red and wearing flowers is such an honorable and dignified thing, but unfortunately we are not qualified! Now we have to speak truthfully... ..." Lao Yang and I looked at each other at the same time, and his eyes behind the lenses beckoned me to speak, and I felt even more embarrassed.As soon as the ghost Yangzi Uncle Le opened his mouth, he not only blocked Lao Yang's mouth, but also froze me mercilessly.Knowing what he was, I did what I could to explain my doubts.Of course, Lao Yang refused to declare failure, and his attitude became more sincere and earnest.The current situation is that the two civilian cadres of the county party committee are almost ingratiating themselves to a self-made rich man who sells oil cakes, even a bit of begging, hoping that he can promise that he has earned 10,000 yuan. "Look! Usually there are no fairs, and there are not many people in this street. You can sell more than ten catties of oily cakes a day. How much money can you save? There are fairs every three to sixty-nine, but only sell for thirty or fifty How much money can we earn? It’s windy and rainy and no one goes to the market, and we have to close our business in autumn and summer to harvest crops. How much can we sell for a year? Can you figure it out?” Gui Yangzi, Uncle Le, talked about the business situation , and even got a little impatient, "Earning means earning a few dollars, but it can't be said to be losing money. But it's less than 10,000 yuan...God, how will it look in eight years!" It's useless to look at it and talk about it, Lao Yang left and returned to the county in frustration.I just happened to drop by and go home. The jeep that Lao Yang was riding drove out of the narrow streets and alleys of Wuli Town. Uncle Le, the ghost boy, called me into the back room and dragged me into his messy and greasy living room. With a mysterious look: "Good old nephew, tell uncle the truth, what is he doing here, Lao Yang?" I confirmed to him that Lao Yang had no bad intentions, and I really wanted to praise him, not only wearing red and wearing flowers, but also prizes and bonuses. "Hu Hu is ruining people!" He probably basically believed my words, and his suspicion and panic disappeared, and he said angrily, "As long as your county doesn't change back and forth and follows the current policy, the common people will give you money." The county magistrate kowtows to call you a master! Why do you need to wear red and flowers like a purse!" "Wearing red and wearing flowers on households with ten thousand yuan is also... a way to relieve farmers' doubts." I said, "For example, you yourself... have a lot of worries..." "Do you remember? In 1960, the superiors issued the 'Sixty Articles' to encourage farmers to open up wasteland and plant land to survive the famine years. Okay, we opened up wasteland, and we just harvested two or four materials. The bowl is thick, and then come 'Four The "Qing' movement, settle accounts, criticize, and even refund compensation! The policy on the 'Sixty Articles' doesn't count anymore!" Ghost Yangzi Le Shu curled his thin lips and said mockingly, "Turn around, Only we farmers didn’t care! How could I not worry? The old Yang wearing glasses came to settle accounts with me the day before yesterday, and calculated that I couldn’t earn more than ten thousand yuan. Lord! Is the 'Siqing' coming again?" I explained to him again that Lao Yang might be in a hurry to complete the tasks assigned by the county party committee for a while, and he smiled wryly to express his understanding.The burden of these histories is really too heavy. "Old nephew, to tell you the truth, I'm going to close the stall." Ghost Yangzi Uncle Le looked sad, "Really. Sell the remaining hundred and ten catties of flour and close the stall!" "What's going on?" I asked puzzled. "Since the day when Lao Yang came, I couldn't sleep for several nights." The old man felt a little uncomfortable, "I feel miserable when I have no money to spend, and I feel afraid when I earn two dollars. The more money I earn, the more panic I feel. I was always uneasy, and always felt that disaster was coming. Lao Yang came the day before yesterday, and I discussed it with the old grandfather of my second daughter. Guess what the old in-laws said?" Hurry up and let go! The Communist Party wakes up, be careful before exercising again!' I will be cruel and close the stall..." Ghost Yangzi Uncle Le was moved when he said that, and the sixty-year-old man actually shed tears. Only then did I realize that the past life had accumulated too much in his heart.I feel that some of my feelings of humbleness and distance towards him in the past are really unreasonable. It is completely ignorant of his stupid and reckless behavior.I was drinking tea, and then I solemnly explained to him the party's principles, policies, current situation and future.I tried to prove to him: the era when one person can change the national system and policies at will is over, the central government is the central government of the people, and it can be completely trusted to formulate party, government and state policies according to the wishes of all working people. He smiled wryly, and said that his mind was opened when he listened to the radio, and he couldn't help worrying if he heard some gossip.I know that it will take time and further development of life to completely disintegrate the sediment in his heart.However, he smiled and said that he could change the plan he had made a few days ago to close the stall, which was an encouraging fulfillment of my publicity work.farmers!The ultra-left policy has created this generation of farmers who are like frightened birds! The county government held a commendation meeting on New Year’s Day. Fifteen farmers who were the first to reach ten thousand yuan in property received the awards given by the secretary of the county party committee and the county magistrate. According to the traditional customs of commending rural areas in Guanzhong, red ribbons were draped over their shoulders and red ribbons were worn on their chests. I took a big red paper flower, dressed up like a groom, and took more than ten floats to swim around the county.Ghost Yangzi Uncle Le was also notified to come to the meeting. I met him in a hurry at the meeting place. His face was brightened and he smiled at me a little guilty. About half a year later, on another Sunday, I returned to my hometown in the countryside. As the headline news in our remote mountain village far from the county seat, Uncle Le, the ghost Yangzi, came back to his house and washed his hands from Wuli Town. quit.Driven by a kind of curiosity, I found his house and asked. The cold moon in the late autumn filled the courtyard, and under the vine trellis that had lost all its leaves, Uncle Le, the ghost seedling, was sitting on a small bamboo chair drinking tea.His expression was very calm, his speech was slow and dignified, and his gestures were also calm. "I heard...you came back from Wuli Town?" "Come back—quit it." "What's going on?" "...You drink tea first." I sit down and drink tea. "Old nephew! You always say that uncle has a lot of worries and thoughts..." He sounded like when he won a bet, "Looking at it now, uncle is worried, that's right!" "what 's the truth?" "The secretary of the Wuli Town Commune spoke on the radio, saying that in the countryside there are ghosts and ghosts, speculation, rape of women, stealing and robbing people, all of which are... pollution! He also said that the root of all pollution is 'everything depends on money'... " "What does this have to do with your sale of oil cakes?" "Is selling oil cakes to make money? Is making money 'looking at the money'? Of course, 'looking at the money' is pollution! I will hang up the line for myself." Gui Yangzi Le Shu said very seriously , "The secretary of the commune kept talking and shouting on the radio, and his voice was hoarse! Look, the county magistrate just gave flowers to ten thousand households for half a year, and the secretary of the commune said this again..." "It's none of your business! It's just literature, art and education..." "Old nephew, Uncle has settled down." Guiyangzi Uncle Le pressed his finger to me, saying that he had already planned the plan, "I have worked for more than three years, and I have indeed earned a little money. I put All the money is saved, no house is built, and no furniture is added. I will explain to the children: If you come to sports in the future, you have to refund the compensation. Well, let’s hand over the money to the working group. If you really don’t come to the sports , that's fine, even if it's the property that dad left you, you two brothers have half of it. I earned the money by kneading the dough. I don't dare to spend it now, so you don't want to spend it. When I die, it's up to you Just! I'm alive, don't even think about touching it..." Having said that to such an extent, it can be seen that the heart is dead.How the secretary of the Wuli Town Commune delivered an impassioned speech, which scared the ghost Yangzi, Uncle Le, to curl up his hands and feet, closed the oil cake shop, came back to his old nest from Wuli Town, and gave away the money he earned A sum of money, free of charge, ready to be refunded in a future sports event... I once cheered for Feng Yao's father who straightened his waist in the field, and I also once walked into the photo for the lovely Heiwa brother I was encouraged by the embarrassment of the museum, but I never thought that my distant uncle would leave me with such a tortuous track of my heart!Even though the secretary of the Wuli Town Commune shouted hoarsely in the radio speech, I see that the farmers’ markets in the county and Wuli Town are still bustling, and the business of the self-employed in small shops is still booming. Too secretive, right?People who are too shrewd often miscalculate sometimes, but they have more worries than those who are simpler-minded, right? ... This spring, when I came back from the south, I got off the car in Wuli Town, walked into the streets and alleys, and saw a two-story, six-room building on the address of the shop where Uncle Le and his second daughter lived. It is very beautiful, with a row of chic and elegant cursive characters written on Lou Mei: "Yizige Dumpling Restaurant." Guiyangzi Uncle Le saw me at the door and dragged me upstairs.There are three rooms on the lower floor, two of which are used as dining rooms, and one is used as a workshop. On the second floor, there is an elegant seat for the "upper class" people in the more sophisticated towns to come and eat.Five or six young men and women, all in white shirts and hats, are very bold.After sitting down, Gui Yangzi Uncle Le brought some side dishes and decided to drink a few cups with me. "Old nephew! I'll go all out this time!" Gui Yangzi Uncle Le took a sip of his wine, "Eating a chicken paw is enough to move the meat, and eating (eating) a whole chicken is also moving the meat. I'd rather eat a piece of meat." Whole chicken!" I was amazed at his changes, and without asking, he told me that during the months when the oil cake store put out the fire and the stove, he was actually very itchy.Seeing so many tickets earned by others, the feeling in my heart is unbearable.Until the Spring Festival, the two daughters and son-in-law came to pay New Year's greetings, and declared to him that if he quit, they would do it, and they would make a big fuss, but they were short of funds, and asked the old man to lend them the money to build a building .The old man sullenly said that he would call them back in three days.Later...he joined forces with his two daughters' families... "Hey! As soon as the No. 1 document was released, I scolded the secretary of the Wuli Town Commune in my heart. This time, you can't scare me anymore by yelling blood in your throat!" Ghost Yangzi Uncle Le smiled happily, "Everyone said I'm sly, this time I'm not sly! I took out all my belongings and placed them in Wuli Town. We have been terrified all our lives, and we have carved a few more holes in our hearts. Now, I'm going to be bold!" Ghost Yangzi Uncle Le took a few sips of wine, his face turned as red as a pig's liver, he talked too much, and his voice became louder, there was no room for me to intervene. He poked his gray head in a self-deprecating manner, and said with emotion: "Uncle! For many years, it was like walking in the moon field, treating my own shadow as a ghost, and scaring myself... Haha!" "You have a good name for this restaurant!" I was also affected by his emotion, and I was in a good mood, "'One Character Song' is very elegant and interesting!" "I invited several middle school teachers, set up a banquet, and asked them to name my new restaurant." Uncle Guiyangzi Le was very proud, "Those literary and ink people came up with more than 20 names, and I chose this one. , it suits our hearts." I was very happy, so I got up and said goodbye.Ghost Yangzi Uncle Le was in high spirits, and refused to let go: "I haven't finished talking to you yet!" I sat down again, and he told me that a few days ago, the Wuli Town Commune held a meeting to mobilize everyone to donate to the school.Guiyangzi Uncle Le stood up on the spot and reported 10,000 yuan, and the audience immediately burst into applause.The secretary of the commune who extended all the messy and weird things as "pollution" on the radio took the lead to stand up, and in front of more than a thousand people, bowed to Uncle Le, the ghost Yangzi, on behalf of thousands of elementary school students in Wuli Town. The old man burst into tears. "The leader asked me what I wanted? I said, after the school is finished, my name will be engraved on it, that's all." Guiyangzi Uncle Le said, "I'm sitting side by side with Zhu Juren!" When I was in elementary school in Wuli Town, when the teacher gave a lecture on the school history, he said that the predecessor of Wuli Town Primary School was built with donations from Zhu Juren, who was elected by Zhujiazhai in the late Qing Dynasty.A blue stone tablet on the main hall records the righteous deeds of this Juren for the cultural construction of his hometown, which has been passed down as a good story among farmers from generation to generation. During the "Cultural Revolution", the stele was removed and thrown into some corner.The year before last, someone found it from the dirt trench where the farmers made adobe, carried it back to Wuli Town Primary School, and replanted it in the garden.Guiyangzi Uncle Le also wanted to leave a name in the history of this small society in Wuli Town, but I didn't expect it. "The commune agreed!" Gui Yangzi, Uncle Le, was a little proud. "The secretary of the commune told me personally, 'Your stele and Zhu Juren's stele stand side by side.'" "Uncle! You will do a good deed for the future generations of our hometown, and the people will never forget you." I drank a few sips of wine, and praised the progress of Gui Yangzi Uncle Le, "You are at ease now. ? No more..." Guiyangzi Uncle Le poured down a glass of wine, curled his lips, gave me a sneering glance, shook his head disapprovingly, interrupted my words, and said with that mysterious look in his eyes again, "Good old nephew, I'll tell you the truth. Said, I donated 10,000 yuan, just as if I hadn’t earned it in the past few years. Donate it, so that every farmer in the Wuli Town Commune can benefit a little bit, so that I won’t come to the sports movement in the future, and they will bite me. II Come? I donated 10,000 yuan to the secretary of your commune. Your secretary shook hands with me in front of thousands of people, and promised to erect a monument for me. I will engrave my name on the bluestone to see if you still arrest me in the future. 'pollution'?" Guiyangzi Uncle Le proudly confessed his secret plan, which again caught me by surprise.I was thinking about the new meanings, new progress, and new psychological changes contained in his righteous deeds... but I didn't expect that he was motivated by such a motive. "I can't help but think about leaving a way out!" Ghost Yangzi Uncle Le raised his head and stared at me, "Idiots only know how to run forward and don't want to retreat! I'll donate 10,000 yuan, and I'll shut my mouth up, down, left, and right. Hold on, if the policy changes in the future, how can you open your mouth to punish me?" He smiled smugly. I couldn't drink anymore, and my happy mood turned heavy again, so I lit a cigarette... The novel could have come to an end at this point; thinking about it again, I feel that it is unavoidable to be a graphic policy; thinking about it again, I can't completely avoid it.All the secretive words and deeds of Gui Yangzi Uncle Le reflect the afterglow of the policies we have implemented.Perhaps among all the agricultural populations of different skin colors in the world, the secretive psychology of Gui Yangzi Uncle Le is a unique eccentricity; because after all, farmers in different regions and different social systems in the world have occupations in common, such as The joy of a good year and the sorrow of a bad year, such as worries about the rise and fall of food prices.In addition to protecting against natural disasters, the unique ghost Yangzi Uncle Le has an additional layer of peculiar and deeply rooted abnormal psychology, which makes it difficult to fathom it accurately... What is gratifying is that the generation of farmers who have just grown up now, such as ghost Yangzi Uncle Le's second daughter, Feng Zi, and her husband will no longer follow the twisted and tortuous path of Uncle Le's heart to plan their future! In any case, I still sincerely wish that the business of "Yizige Dumpling Restaurant" that Uncle Guiyangzi Leshu just opened is booming...