The cement on the surface of the steps has cracked, exposing the bricks underneath.Moss grew between the bricks.Xiao Ding didn't care too much, and sat down on it.Behind him is an old flat house.Grass grew on the black-tiled roof, several pieces of glass were broken in the windows, and the iron sheet on the door was rusted.This is the home of Lao Yang, the deputy mayor. Xiaoding found this place after inquiring all morning.I couldn't cheer up at first, and now I'm even more tired. It's past noon time to get off work.Children from school and adults from work are returning home one after another nearby.The sound of bicycle bells, doors opening, and people yelling and shouting was all chaotic and exciting.Two types of people can be seen in the town at a glance: one is the legal residents of the town, who earn "state-run" wages and work in "state-run" rice and oil (people in the town take public units such as government agencies, factories, shops, etc. referred to as "state-operated").This kind of people walked and talked, and the corners of their eyes and brows were full of the pride of city people.The other category is people who eat agricultural food outside the town.When they come to the town to go to the market, do small labor or visit relatives, they are more or less shy, sloppy, jealous or even hateful.Xiao Ding is a very awkward role among them.His background, his demeanor, made everyone recognize him as a city dweller.But he eats country food and does country things.He looks down on country people like city people (this is really a failure of "re-education"), and hates city people like country people (this seems to be another success of "re-education").This made him often look at the town and its people with a teasing mood.For example, he described the town in this way in his diary:

There are two streets that cross like a cross in the town.These two streets are wide enough (at first "only") to pass a jeep, and together they are (at first "only") six hundred meters long.Scattered roads embedded with bluestones (the bluestone slabs are said to be the relics of the official road in the Ming Dynasty), and the small hanging buildings with peeling paint rushing out from the gates on both sides, are showing off to people. longevity. A small river surrounds this beautiful(?) township.It is called a river because it has the general characteristics of a river: a river bed with four branches from the ground, and water.These meandering rivers in the middle of the river bed are strong enough (should be "only") to soak the back of your feet.This river has brought endless benefits to the people of the town (?!).For example, it is very convenient to dump the garbage here.The fly in the ointment is that if the mountain torrents in late spring and early summer do not roar to wash away the rubbish, then in dry and windy weather, the rubbish will fly up and together with the dust rolled up from the road surface, will be scattered in the small area. In the sky of the town, they swirled happily, and then they fell back to the gates and courtyards of each house.

The psychological distortion revealed by this irony is all too obvious. At this moment, Xiao Ding tried his best not to look at the "beautiful" rivers and mountains of the town, not to listen to the hustle and bustle of the "state-run" surroundings, and stared blankly at the large expanse of mud and water in front of him.A group of frightened ducks "quacked" and rushed past, splashing fog like water on the water.A rooster that is crazy because of love erected a blood-red crown, stretched its wings firmly and chased the hen to make a fuss.Under a nearby corner, an old sow fell asleep lazily, whining and chirping very comfortably.The weather in March is very warm, but the sky is cloudy and the sun is not visible.This is very similar to Xiao Ding's mind, depressed, but with some hope.

Xiaoding just had a nightmare. two After the establishment of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee, it focused on industry and agriculture. All counties and counties opened mines, iron and steel factories, chemical fertilizer factories, brick and tile factories, and cement factories;All over the world will soon be a thriving scene of peace and prosperity. It was a common practice in all dynasties to revise history in the prosperous age.The director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee then issued an order: the barrel of a gun and the barrel of a pen, to seize power depends on these two things, and to consolidate power also depends on these two things.It is necessary to mobilize the masses extensively and deeply, and sing praises of the new red regime with great fanfare.And made a very specific deployment, fighting "three major battles": publish a book; build a museum; make a film.The former campaign is the basis of the latter two campaigns: first record the great victorious achievements of the "Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution" one by one and compile them into a book.Based on the materials provided by this book, an exhibition hall will be built and a documentary film will be made.

The chief also gave clear and specific instructions on how to write and edit this book: the title of the book is "Three Hundred Cases of the Great Victory Achievements of the Proletarian Cultural Revolution in the Province", as the name suggests, it is among the great victories of the "Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution" in the province. Select 300 examples and write an article for each example, referred to as 300 examples.Two hundred and ninety-nine cases will not work, and neither will three hundred and one cases.One point less is too thin, and one point gain is too fat.Each article is limited to 1,500 words. If it is too long, it will be a foot wrap, if it is too short, it will be a sanitary napkin.The selection of materials for each case should be precise, the topic should be new, and the meaning should be deep.It must have a moving plot, establish a heroic character, and create a shining language—that is, an aphorism that is unforgettable, unforgettable, catchy, and can be spread.

As soon as the order was issued, the whole province was shaken, and the colors of the whole province changed.All levels and regions mobilized, organized, recommended, and screened at all levels, and went all out to strive for candidacy, so as to enter the provincial capital to participate in the final battle.For a while, when the cadres met in Taoism, they did not ask "Have you eaten?", but "Have you taken it?"When a subordinate has something to ask the leader, the leader first asks: Is it about the 300 cases?Yes, come and report; no, don't look for me.There is only one standard for leaders to measure the work of subordinates, whether they can reach 300 cases.If you can, you will be promoted and reused; if you can't, it will be useless to die from exhaustion.

Fortunately, the small town has taken the lead in carrying out Bazitou Shangyikoutang in the whole province, and the subject matter has been hardened first. According to the characteristics of this agricultural province with many hills and mountains, the director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee personally determined a strategy to change the world, which can be summed up as a catchphrase: "There is a pond at the head of the eight characters, surrounded by trees and hills, and a mechanical farming road in the middle. The new village is built on the mountain. On the side.” That is to build a reservoir on the top of the two hills, and build a mechanical farming road in the middle of the field ridge below the reservoir.All the villages in the middle of Tiancheng were demolished and moved to the foot of the hill, and a new village was built as neat as an army barracks.It is referred to as "a pond on the head of the horoscope".

The province's mobilization was carried out, and the communes and communes had to make a big effort to put the horoscope on the pond, and those who didn't do it would be punished as counter-revolutionaries. In addition to the town, there is an agricultural brigade called "Li Bawan" and later changed to "Dongfanghong" to grow vegetables (Xiaoding jumped in here). It's not a pond on the head of the horoscope.But the mayor still earnestly implemented the strategic plan of the superior.Caught early and ruthlessly, it really caught him a model with special significance.

It is easier said than done to change the world like this.In the face of enormous difficulties, the mayor insisted on opening a gap for the construction of a new socialist countryside with the heroic spirit of not bending over the top of Mount Tai, and not being afraid of being smashed to pieces. After the new village was built, the director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee came to the town in person to hold a provincial on-site meeting for building new villages. With such a heroic figure and such brilliant achievements, it is no problem to enter the 300 cases.It's just that among the ranks of revolutionary cadres in the county, it is difficult to find a few decent pens.Writing 300 cases is not as good as writing reports or summaries at ordinary times. You can just copy from other newspapers or last year’s summaries.Writing 300 cases is equivalent to being the number one scholar. It is a palace examination given by the emperor. Where is the follicle? Just kidding!

Of course, it is not impossible to find one, but there are some political scars, so they always feel uneasy about entering the field of proletarian ideology.After researching and researching, the director of the County Revolutionary Committee who was a soldier lost his patience. He slapped the table and said, "Study a dick, I think I'll let a few of them do it." Other leading comrades also quickly expressed their views: Totally agree!Are you afraid that they will turn the sky upside down? The director of the County Revolutionary Committee added: Should counter-revolutionaries also be given a way out?These few people, we use their skills.If there is a problem, just find a competent person to take care of it.You can also tell them that when it is done, they will be considered for transfer.

Everyone admired the policy level and struggle strategy of the director of the county revolutionary committee, and the resolution was formed accordingly. three According to the resolution of the leading group of the County Revolutionary Committee, the "Three Hundred Cases Writing Group of the Great Victory of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution in the County" was established.The team leader is Xiaofeng, the leader of the Propaganda Team under the Political Department of the County Revolutionary Committee.Xiao Feng is actually almost forty years old.Because he stayed in the institution for a long time, many people watched him grow up.His face is fair and clean, and there are few wrinkles, which makes it impossible for others to call him "Old Feng".He also likes others to call him "Xiao Feng", saying it is kind.His subordinates who were younger than him called him "Group Leader Feng", and he also said, don't call him a job, just call him "Xiao Feng".It's hard for those people.Xiao Feng is the secretary of the old county party committee. He is smart, flexible and very likable.Even during the Cultural Revolution, the government was in chaos, and when the chaos was over, he was still likable.When the new red regime was established, people from the old county party committee left and dropped, and some disappeared without a trace, but he was the only one who was promoted.He was a clerk for many years and never finished a report.But he has a good mouth and good popularity, so after some troubles and troubles, someone will do it for him.But he prefers to play with words and ink.When I have nothing to do, I always think hard, and I often stay up at night until my oil is dry, writing poems and fus.A write is hundreds of lines, thousands of lines.Walking on the road, I often see an acquaintance and stop him, saying that I have a poem that I want to read to you, and you must point it out, and don’t hesitate to teach me.Then he rolled his eyes involuntarily and began to recite.At first people listened as patiently as they could for a while, and then said a few polite words like "Yes, yes", just to get away.Later, as soon as I saw him head-on, I immediately said "very good, very good" after greeting him, and hurried away.After hearing these reflections, he gained a hundred times more self-confidence, and worked harder to follow the path of a literary hero.Most of his masterpieces are published in the special issues of the government agencies during festivals and anniversaries.When the special issue came out, he held up the cigarette-holding hand with one hand, and stood in front of the special issue for a long time, letting the smoke fill his whole face, and immersed himself in the happiness of his artistic creation.He also tries his best to pay attention to rhyme when he speaks normally.When we talk about working methods, we say that investigation and research are a treasure, and the mass line is the most important; when we talk about personal cultivation, we say that the party is the spring rain and I am a seedling, and I am not proud of my achievements, etc.He also did research on poetry, and there was only one research object, which was the poems of leaders.He can memorize everything that has been published publicly and circulated in Red Guard leaflets.And know how many poems were written in the province; or they were written related to the personnel and affairs of the province, and what percentage of the leader's total poems and works each accounted for, and so on.Statistics are very accurate and are the authority on research in this area.It is naturally appropriate for Xiao Feng to be the leader of the 300-case writing group and take care of the other people. The other members of the writing group are Ai Lao, Lao Dong and Xiao Ding.Mr. Ai is a barefoot teacher in the town primary school. He used to teach in a school for the children of a mine in another place.In the early 1960s, I wrote a play, which won the first prize in a system-wide cultural performance, and my name and photo were published in the newspaper.But he got into trouble. The old local government and the social education work team sent letters, accusing him of being an industrial and commercial owner who missed the plan and fled.The facts are solid and not wronged.After graduating from high school, he did work as a young boss in Lao Tzu's shop for a year, and he left after hearing about the "land reform".He went far and remote.In the mine, people are more careless than in other places.Hid him for many years.After all, the French Open was restored, and he was sent back to his hometown.After working in the field for several years, a handful of thin bones like chickens were barely dragged to rot by cows. Later, he was tortured by a widow in the town. gray qualifications.Although it is run by the private sector, it does what it can to the best of its ability, and it does not treat him badly. Old Dong was a decentralized cadre in 1968.Previously worked as a reporter for a regional newspaper.It was once the pillar of the newspaper.He once interviewed a Soviet female expert who had a short-term recuperation in the local scenic spot Lushan Mountain.Later, a communication link was established, and after the female expert withdrew to the country, it was not interrupted until the two countries officially turned against each other.From what Old Dong said at the time, it seemed that the female expert, who was about his age, not only fell in love with China, but also fell in love with him.In the end, of course, nothing happened.However, during the "Cultural Revolution", this matter was still blurred in big-character posters, asking him whether he had become a Soviet revisionist spy.He froze with fright. After two years of fear, the first batch insisted on taking the "May 7th" road and going to the countryside to receive re-education. Among the three, Xiao Ding is almost the junior.He is an educated youth who came down from the provincial capital. He has no relatives and no relatives in the local area, and he has some problems with his background (grandfather was a fake employee in the old society), so he has not been transferred for a long time.When I went to find him, he looked very miserable: he had a yellow skin and a thin face, his unshaven head, which had not been shaved for at least half a year, looked like a chicken coop.After work was over, one person went to the river to fetch water, and one person burned a pot that had previously served dozens of people to cook.It is very desolate to go out with a lock and enter with a light.Desolation belongs to desolation, but madness.Usually a hat is pressed on the eyebrows, and everyone is ignored.In the past few years, the educated youths who were from a darker background than him have all left one after another, but he alone has not moved.He didn't intend to ask for either.When I am not working, I close the door and write novels alone.He believes he will be great one day.Those novels were published nowhere though.But it earned him the reputation of a poor scholar.The country people in the small town are a little mysterious about the light leaking from the crack in the door of that tile house, thinking that maybe a Wenqu star really lives in it. However, the reason why he was admitted to the 300-case writing group was not out of superstitious belief in Wenquxing, but because of his beautiful handwriting.This is the result of his encounter with his grandfather since he was a child.Although the three hundred cases did not put forward special requirements for the handwriting of the original manuscript, it is always important that the handwriting is beautiful and pleasing to the eye. On the first day he was summoned to the town government, he had some shells. He swaggered that day.The gates and roads of the town government are narrow, and when there are many people working, it takes up a lot of space for him to walk like this.But he walked as if no one else was there, and didn't hear a string of bicycle bells behind him at all.The faucet of a car hit hard at the waist, and he didn't notice who it was.Entering the office he was told to enter earlier, he didn't notice that there was a person staring at him angrily. After a long while, the man suddenly spoke: "You really don't want to apologize?" "Which? Me?" "Not which one are you?" The man raised his voice and asked again. Only then did he see clearly the person who was angry with him.That person was Team Leader Feng from the Propaganda Team of the County Revolutionary Committee, who was also the head of their temporary writing team. "I'm really proud. You have dominated half of a road by yourself." The word "tyrant" is very sobering.Only then did he remember that he seemed to have been bumped by someone, and there was a faint pain in his waist and eyes. "Blocked the car. Shouldn't you even say 'I'm sorry'?" He really didn't know that he blocked the car, and it was the car of the head of the propaganda team in the county. "I have no idea." He stood up blankly. "Be careful next time." Xiao Feng's tone softened.He could see that this kid really had no hind eyes.His purpose is not really to ask him to apologize, the main thing is to hope that he will learn a lesson, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and be modest and prudent.The people in the writing team are too arrogant, and the following things will only be difficult. This is the first time that the county's 300-case writing group has concentrated.Xiaofeng will assign tasks in a unified manner, organize learning, raise awareness, and then conduct interviews and collect materials.These steps of work were all completed in the town, and finally I went to the provincial capital to sit down and write splendid articles. Old Dong has arrived before Xiao Ding.He sat on an armchair not far from Xiao Feng, and that chair was one of the few complete chairs in the room.He swayed his legs slightly, smoked a cigarette, and watched Xiaoding being trained with great interest.Occasionally, he coughed a few times when he was choked by poor-quality tobacco. Mr. Ai was the last to walk in.His complexion was sallow, he walked silently, and a blue-gray double-breasted gown fluttered around him like an empty sack.He bowed his waist, hunched his shoulders, and sat down quietly.It wasn't until Xiao Feng asked him to come forward again and again that he turned his face slightly, "dare not, dare not" all the way pecking his head at Lao Dong and Xiao Ding, and got up on the chair nearer to him.It was a chair with one leg missing. He was only polite and didn't look carefully. He sat down and turned his back on the ground.His back must have fallen heavily, but he gritted his teeth and refused to groan. He squeezed two fists like chicken feet, and struggled to support himself from the ground.His humility does not make people feel timid, but it is easier to think of his qualifications and achievements.Humility originally required qualifications and achievements to be at the bottom.A nameless bastard, who cares if you are humble or not. Four Before leaving, the director of the County Revolutionary Committee specially met with all members of the county's 300-case writing group.And I personally set the title for the article (changing the names of subordinates and changing the title of their articles is a major specialty of the director of the County Revolutionary Committee), which is called "Flat land can also make a big horoscope on a pond".The director of the County Revolutionary Committee said that for 300 cases, the key depends on the subject matter. If the subject matter is good, half of the success will be achieved; if there is a good title, 30% of the success will be achieved, and the remaining 20% ​​will depend on you guys. tried.It is a strategic decision personally made by the director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee to carry out a pond at the head of the horoscope, and it is the best embodiment of the revolutionary line.Grasping this decision to publicize naturally grasps the fundamentals.The small town builds a pond on the flat ground, which is a typical example of the whole province and the whole country, and it is a miracle in the world.In the future, when the world revolution succeeds, we will plant the red flag in the United States, and we will also make a big fuss in the United States.Britain, France, Germany, and the Soviet Union all want to do it!Not to mention other Asia, Africa, and Latin America.Don't look at our small town, which is as big as a palm, has created such a miracle. It is of great significance and concerns the future of the world and the destiny of mankind.The spark of revolution in Jinggangshan was also very small back then, but it has already started a prairie fire. The words of the director of the County Revolutionary Committee made several people's blood boil, and they felt that the whole world, all mankind, and their hundreds of millions of years of historical responsibility had fallen on their shoulders, and they were a little out of breath.Therefore, when they first entered the Guest House of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee, several people were quite arrogant, as if everyone else came to make up the numbers, and they stood out from the crowd. Proletarian pens from all over the province filled the Provincial Revolutionary Committee Guest House.The weather is the most spectacular when eating: a dining hall that can accommodate one or two hundred people is crowded and full of water.The people who came later hadn't eaten yet, but the people who went first had already ate and drank the waist-high barrels of rice and broth in aluminum pots.In the corridors of the guest rooms, revolutionary songs kept coming and going all day and all night.Those who submitted their manuscripts for review and waited for the results were full of spirits and sang loudly, regardless of how hard the manuscripts had not been submitted for review or those who failed to pass the review were working hard and sweating profusely.When it was the turn of the review results, the manuscript had to continue to be revised, and the person who had previously written and revised the manuscript had already submitted the manuscript for review, and the two roles turned around again.Xiao Feng was infected by the director of the County Revolutionary Committee, and he thought that he would have no problem completing the task as long as the article was written in a general way only with the unique subject matter.So he looked extraordinarily relaxed and unrestrained.On the first day of his arrival, he held a water glass commonly used by cadres on business trips (a glass bottle once filled with pickles, covered with a nylon rope cover), and chanted a jingle from time to time: "The cadres are so godly, hold a cow egg bottle (the pickle bottle is shaped like a bull’s genitals), I don’t think the bottle is good-looking, and it’s covered with nylon rope.” Hearing the people in the corridor outside singing “Red rice, pumpkin soup, autumn eggplant, delicious...”, he also combined the small town Actually read out "sweet potato rice, charcoal fire, except for the gods is me" (it was in the severe winter, the Provincial Revolutionary Committee Guest House prepared a pot of charcoal fire for each room of each pen). However, his optimism was too blind. After being destined, Xiao Feng went to get some manuscripts that had passed the final review and were sent to everyone as model essays.A few people turned over the manuscript slightly, and couldn't help being dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that they were short: "Blood and Red Heart, Artificial Insemination" - It is about a female educated youth who graduated from junior high school and used artificial insemination to develop her pig business; "Small Farm Machinery Builds Big Cars" - It is about a story of a commune farm machinery repair station building a big truck with local methods; "Tieshupu Railway Tracks in the Red District and Roads in the Red District Lead to the World" - describes the story of the cadres and masses in the mountainous areas of the revolutionary base who dared to think and dare to use tree trunks instead of railroad tracks to build a railway leading to the outside of the mountain. "Iron tree" is not a real iron tree, but to describe the kind of tree they use is very hard and revolutionary. ... The headlines alone are scary enough.What's more, these are miracles that have actually been created.In comparison, a pond on the head of Dagan Bazi in the small town seems dull.Repairing mechanical farm roads and building new villages are things that anyone can do, and everyone can do it. It's just that the small town did it earlier and made greater determination. "I really don't know if I don't look at it, I am shocked when I look at it; I don't know if I don't know, my face has a fever, and Xiao Feng sighs repeatedly. Qi can only be vented but never vented.Xiao Feng called a few people for an emergency meeting and said: "Three hundred cases, it is impossible for two hundred and ninety-nine cases to be better than us, the future is bright. Now it depends on our writing skills." Xiao Ding said quickly , Said: "Yes, Wen seems to see mountains and does not like peace, and deeds are mediocre. If the article is not fair, he is not afraid of failure." Ai Lao said: "Our deeds are not even. Naturally, Wen seems to be right. The problem is , what is 'injustice', can you tell who is ugly?" Xiao Ding blushed and choked, unable to resist.Ai Lao continued slowly: "Generally, a good article, when viewed together, must have a crested head, a bear waist, and a leopard tail; separate it, break the topic, inherit the topic, start the lecture, start, start, middle, and end." Butts, buns, everything is exquisite..." Just as he was talking interestingly, Old Dong suddenly interrupted coldly: "What you keep saying seems to be stereotyped rules." Xiao Ding cheered up, Counterattacked: "There is an article in the fourth volume of Xiongwen, which is called "The Opposition Party Unit." Old Ai's small eyes blinked nervously for a while, and the bright light before dimmed. Xiao Feng cleared his throat and said, "There's nothing to argue about. Of course, the article must be written well. The problem is how to write it well. In my opinion, local characteristics are the most important. It would be great if Minshan was in a small town. The small town is the Holy Land of the Revolution. Unfortunately, it is only fifty miles away." Several other people looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding what he meant.It was Xiao Ding who turned his head quickly and realized something, and asked: "Which 'Min Mountain' are you talking about?" Xiao Feng replied: "There are still a few Min Mountains, aren't they the Min Mountains in our county?" Xiao Ding asked: "What is the relationship between Minshan Mountain in our county and the Holy Land of Revolution?" Xiao Feng replied: "You don't even know this? Didn't Chairman Mao's "Long March" poem say 'I prefer Minshan Mountain for thousands of miles of snow'?" "Xiao Ding laughed with his face up, his laugh was very unbridled, he couldn't stop for a long time, he was almost out of breath, finally slowed down, still wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, while laughing intermittently and sharply: "That Minshan Mountain is not the same as ours. This Minshan Mountain is tens of thousands of miles away, and that Minshan Mountain is in Sichuan." Xiao Feng said flatly, "Impossible, the Minshan Mountain mentioned in the poem "Long March" is the Minshan Mountain in our county, and the Long March started from our province. From here." Xiao Ding became serious: "Do you really not know or not? Do you really think that the Min Mountain in the poem "Long March" refers to the Min Mountain in our county?" "Why not! You may know more than I do?" Xiao Feng said firmly, looking at Ai Lao and Lao Dong with his eyes, apparently seeking support.For some reason, Mr. Ai and Mr. Dong were looking at their toes together, as if some greater miracle had happened there. Only then did Xiao Feng feel a little guilty, and said: "This is an academic issue, we will discuss it later. Let's get down to business. How about this, Xiao Ding is young and knows a lot, so let him write the first draft. We will deliberate together after it is finished." Everyone said hello in unison.Xiao Ding was still worrying about "Minshan", he smiled to himself and shook his head: "Academic questions, scoff." Fives Xiao Ding shot very quickly.The task was assigned in the afternoon, and in the evening he and Lao Dong leaned over the brazier and talked about the old Dong's "Natasha" or "Katyusha" in the middle of the night. Before breakfast the next day, He took a stack of manuscript paper and knocked on Xiao Feng's door. Xiao Feng and Ai Lao lived in the same room in order to jointly revise the script that was expected to become a model play. After Xiao Feng became the leader of the propaganda team, the direction of art has changed greatly. He suddenly realized that poetry is a trivial skill, and only writing big dramas is authentic.Then he made up his mind to be a playwright, and vowed to write a model play. Because the propaganda department was also in charge of cultural and educational work, he also knew the script that Mr. Ai wrote and won awards in his early years.He asked the principal of the town primary school to find Mr. Ai and convey the instructions of group leader Feng: I want to read the script. If it is good, I can consider letting the county troupe put it on the stage.At that time, Mr. Ai was really ecstatic with his volume of poems and books. He hugged the volume of mimeographed scripts that had already turned yellow, and rushed directly to the propaganda group of the County Revolutionary Committee like a gust of wind.Mr. Ai is someone who has seen the world. He did not hand over the script to the principal, but said in a tough tone that he had never before said that he would listen to the lecture face to face.Although the principal was resentful at the time, he couldn't help it. Xiao Feng read the script and said, "It's not bad, but I just need to make some major revisions in principle: love should be changed to a class relationship, like the revolutionary modern dance drama "The White-haired Girl" to prevent Dachun and Xi'er from having a sexual relationship." Everything is possible; the current position of the 'traitor' should be 'capitalist-roader'. In this way, the capitalist-roader has a class origin; the background of the whole play should be changed to 'Bombard the Headquarters'. In addition, the title of the play should also be changed , It was originally called "Abandoned Well", it's not good, it should be changed to "Red Well"..." Ai Lao was taught so much that he said: "Group leader Feng's level is too high. This is not an ordinary modification. It changes the soul. It is." Therefore, it is proposed that the name of Group Leader Feng must be signed, and it must be signed first.Xiao Feng said: "That's unnecessary. We engage in revolutionary literature and art not for fame and fortune, but for uniting the people, educating the people, attacking the enemy, and destroying the enemy." Ai Lao said: "Yes, yes." He nodded, feeling joyful in his heart.In any case, it is a kind of success for him to see the light of day again.Therefore, when the 300-case writing group was established, Xiao Feng named Ai Lao so that he would have time to change the script while participating in the 300-case writing process.They talked all night last night, mainly about the imagination of "Red Well" once it was put on the stage: the grand occasion of the performance; the sensation caused by the performance;Xiao Feng firmly believes that "Red Well" will definitely be the ninth model play!Speaking of excitement, Xiao Feng couldn't help but jumped out of bed, didn't even bother to put on his socks, followed his shoes, waved his hands vigorously, and paced up and down the room.On the other hand, Mr. Ai's heart was ups and downs, and he watched him dance with his hands and feet with tears in his eyes. He felt that he had achieved the greatest satisfaction in his life's ambition. Because of being too excited, Xiao Feng didn't sleep with his head covered until after dawn.Ai Lao didn't feel sleepy at all.Hearing the knock on the door, he shivered and crawled out of the bed.Seeing Xiao Ding, he hurriedly made a gesture to indicate not to disturb Team Leader Feng (Of ​​the three, the old Dong obeyed Xiao Feng's order and called "Xiao Feng"; Xiao Ding, after receiving Xiao Feng's instructions, no longer Calling "Team Leader Feng", it's not good to really call "Xiao Feng", so you just don't shout anything, just talk directly. Only Mr. Ai is respectful from beginning to end, persistently calling "Team Leader Feng") . In the middle of the morning, Mr. Ai came to inform Xiaoding that Team Leader Feng was looking for him.Xiao Feng was still half lying under the quilt, holding the stack of manuscript paper that Xiao Ding handed in in the morning, shaking it and said, "Just show it to me like this? Don't you want to make a copy?" Xiao Ding wrote in cursive, and used lined manuscript paper. "I can read it, everyone listens, and give suggestions for revisions while listening. After the corrections are completed, I will copy it again." "Why don't I read it before you read it?" Xiao Ding stopped talking and went up to take the stack of manuscript paper.When he was about to leave the house, he heard Xiao Feng confess behind his back: "Copy it on grid paper and write in block letters." Xiao Ding, who is a bachelor, is most afraid of two things in his life; one is washing clothes (for this reason, he seldom changes his clothes every few months, and rarely washes his quilt once every few years); the other is copying manuscripts.Copying is mechanical repetition, meaningless.But this time, he had agreed in advance that he would be mainly responsible for this task. If he wanted to relax for a few days, he had to be patient.Compared with repairing the earth facing the loess and facing the sky, it takes less effort. Xiaoding didn't rush this time.As soon as he came back from Xiao Feng, Old Dong smiled and said to him, "I knew it would be this way." Xiao Ding didn't understand, and asked, "What do you mean?" Old Dong said, "Young students, remember a sentence Saying: Clever is misunderstood by cleverness." After all, Xiao Ding is not a fool, so he thought for a while and said, "You mean two horses?" Old Dong didn't answer, and hummed a model play.Xiao Ding learned how to be clever, calmed down, and stroke by stroke, isolated and filled in the small squares one by one the characters that had been connected together with the right fingers.2,000 characters (Xiao Feng explained in advance that the number of characters in the first draft can be slightly more than 1,500 characters in order to facilitate deletions and corrections), and I copied it for a day. Let out a sigh of relief.Old Dong, who had woken up from a good night's sleep, leaned out of the bed, touched the cigarette on the table, lit it, took a deep breath very comfortably, exhaled a long string of smoke rings, and asked, "Did you finish copying? "Xiao Ding answered him with a very tasteful yawn.Old Dong said: "Don't be too happy." Old Dong's prediction was very accurate. Xiao Feng flipped through a few pages of the original manuscript handed in by Xiao Ding and said: "You copy like this, where can I change it?" Xiao Ding stared at Xiao Feng for a long time, speechless.Previously, he only said that he wanted to see it, but did not say that he wanted to change it.Besides, on the square manuscript paper, there is also a blank space for changes between each line.Xiao Ding has great confidence in himself. If others want to change his manuscript, it will only be a small change, and he will never rewrite it. The two froze there.Mr. Ai came over, took the manuscript paper from Team Leader Feng, handed it to Xiao Ding, and taught him a lesson: "Show the leader to read the manuscript, copy a line and leave a blank line. This is basic common sense." Xiaoding originally wanted to say: "I don't know such common sense." But he didn't say it.It is normal for him to "not know" the original.Before that, his leader was the production team leader.The production team leader would only ask him to grow vegetables and pick manure, not to copy manuscripts.It is abnormal for him to "know". He took the manuscript paper back to his room, and the stack of manuscript paper had been crumpled into a ball by him.Only now did he really understand that this was the price he paid for insisting that the other "Min Mountain" that Xiao Feng said was not the "Min Mountain" in this county, such an "academic issue".Old Dong on the opposite side was holding a cigarette in one hand, tapping the edge of the table with the fingers of the other hand, singing a model opera leisurely, looking at Xiao Ding Tieqing's face, he also stopped in shock. Xiao Ding gritted his teeth and spread the ball of paper on the table. After struggling for a long time, he finally got the ball of paper to fit.Then he took a fresh stack of manuscript paper, and copied it again according to Ai Lao's teaching.His hands were shaking uncontrollably, and he couldn't write properly.After only writing a few words, it was torn off with a "chi" sound. After a while, the place around the table was a mess of paper balls.In the end, he suddenly clenched the pen in his fist, raised it high, and poked viciously at the manuscript paper. With a "sudden" sound, the nib of the pen pierced into the table, causing a black pen holder to stand there tremblingly. Xiao Ding stood up and packed his luggage.The so-called "luggage" is toothpaste, toothbrush and towel.He didn't even bring a change of clothes, because he didn't plan to change. "what are you going to do?" Old Dong knew that something was wrong. "I'm going." "Mo Gan! Something will happen." "Bite my eggs!" "It's worse than egg biting. It will beat you as a counter-revolutionary." "Counter-revolution is counter-revolution!" Xiao Ding left the Provincial Revolutionary Committee Guest House, thinking that his family would not be hurt, so he didn't even go back to his home in the provincial capital, so he took a car back to the town that day.The town cleanup class procession is not over yet.Xiao Ding entered the dormitory, and as soon as he fell headlong on the bunk, someone knocked on the door outside.It was two armed militiamen with guns on their backs. It will be almost a year later to implement the policy for Xiaoding, saying that he is not a counter-revolutionary, but still an educated youth.At that time, the director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee himself became a "counter-revolutionary". six The implementation of the policy is to implement the policy that Xiao Ding is still an educated youth, and it does not mean that he can return to the city like other educated youths.The current "educated youth", although his name is still "Xiao Ding", is an "educated youth" who has been a counter-revolutionary. Quite a few of the country folks on the team sympathized with Xiao Ding.I privately advised him to let go of the desire to go back to the city and live in the countryside with peace of mind. We will help you build a house and find a wife (wife) for you. Xiao Ding refused.The day after it was announced that he was no longer a counter-revolutionary, he returned to the city and stayed at home for several months.别的路都是绝的，只有一条路，就是设法买通一个医生，开一张疾病证明书，证明他丧失了劳动能力，这样可以办“病退”回城。这是好多身强力壮的知青用过的成功法子。几个月过去，他已经拖得骨瘦如柴，完全应该病退了，就是没有一位白衣天使肯证明他“丧失劳动能力”。 日子已经过到尽头。他开始准备自己的后事。想起几个月前走得匆忙，乡下还留下几件被子、衣服之类稍值钱的东西是家里人用得着的，便又省回到小镇来。班车是天亮前从省城开出的，到镇上是半上午。下车后他不知为什么生出一个念头，想去找一找镇上的老杨。 小丁和老杨并没有太深的交情。老杨有一年在农业大队蹲点抓路线教育，前后大约有三个月时间。有一天来小丁插队的这个生产队，见他一个人在先前住过几十口人的知青点进进出出，有些奇怪，夜里便来寻他聊天。他说他喜欢同城里伢子聊聊天，长见识。小丁正在做反革命，不摸他底细，向来也没有镇上干部来跟他“聊天”、“长见识”的，便木本地看着他。他对小丁的“反革命”好像一点也不在意。那天夜里坐到很晚才走，找着话头聊东聊西。说他六○年的时候差一点坐了牢。那时候他是公社书记。到县里开会，报产量。他看别人报亩产一千斤，他也毛了胆子，报了五百斤。其实他在的那个公社，很多冷浆田，平均亩产不到三百斤。县里领导以为自己听错了，要他重报，他还是报五百斤。领导就拍了桌子，说他是头一的保守分子，右倾分子。他就问怎样报才不保守，不右倾。领导说，你最少该报一万斤，别的省，别的县已经有报十万斤的了。他起先以为这回是自己听错了，等到确实弄清了领导的意图，他站起来说，那你让别人报吧。后来就开除了他的党籍，职务一撸到底，弄到这个偏僻的镇上来当勤杂工。好几年后才恢复了党籍，让他做了副镇长。 老杨说这些的时候并没有怨气，口气很平淡，像说外国人的事。他人矮矮的，头也不大，却有一个宽脑门子，一张阔嘴，嘴唇很厚。眉头常是蹙着，细细的眼睛老是盯住一个地方，好像深思什么奥秘。那天晚上后来的时间，他又谈了些很玄的话题，他问小丁，你读过很多书，未必人真是猴子变的么？以后会变成什么样呢？他那双探究什么的眼睛盯着满是星斗的天空，显得有些天真的样子。小丁自然回答不出，但是晓得这个人没有敌意。蹲点结束他回镇上时没有再见小丁。以后小丁也没有去找过他。但是听大队的一个什么人说，老杨临走时曾提到小丁，说是可以让他到大队广播站来编稿子。大队几位干部事后说，扯卵蛋，小丁还是反革命哩。 人跟人是有缘分的，有些人彼此相处十年八年，一旦分开便形同路人；有些人只有一面之交，但到了孤独无助的境地，却忽然记起对方。 小丁连自己也莫名其妙地想起老杨，便是后面这种情形。 老杨终于扶着一辆破旧不堪的自行车出现的时候，小丁陡然一下站起。还没有喊出声，泪水先就模糊了眼睛。