Chapter 6 Mayor (6)

The mayor's glory was short-lived.Like a broom star across the sky of the town. First Lin Biao from the central government, then the director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee, then the director of the County Revolutionary Committee, and then the mayor of the town, were put on the bench of history one by one.Just like they confidently put others on the trial bench of history.It is said that they conspired in conspiracy.The director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee made a big effort to build a pond on the horoscope, which is part of the strategic fortification.When he came back to the town, he mainly came to see the topography. He planned to build an underground command post in the town. He said he would stay there and then suddenly withdrew that night, just to keep it secret.All in all, the matter was very serious and terrible. Only then did everyone know that a stinky dysentery could be so powerful in the first place. It turned out that there was such a background, which aroused everyone's incomparable hatred, and everyone was filled with righteous indignation when they condemned it.

But this "stinky dysentery" didn't care. When the criticism meeting was held, he was still as high-spirited as before when he was the mayor. Once on stage, he kneels down with one leg extended, the other outstretched, and his arms outstretched.The host shouted: "Get up, we don't engage in corporal punishment." He said: "I punish myself, it has nothing to do with you." The host said: "What do you mean?" Can't come out? I can recognize even those who are not educated: one head, two ears, two hands stretched out, one leg stretched out, one kneeling leg, isn't this a word for "light". But it's not the glorious "light", it's light "Light" with only one rope, now I have nothing but a rope, and I am willing to accept criticism." After hearing this, everyone saw his strange appearance, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and began to criticize him.

The head of the town’s food station went up and said, “As the mayor of the town, you specialize in specialization. When you buy meat, you don’t want fine or fat meat. You only want pork heads. How many pigs does the town supply in a month? One pig How many ounces of pork head meat are there? You only want pork head meat, what else do you eat? If people like you succeed in their plot to usurp the party and seize power, it will be strange if the working people don’t suffer twice and suffer twice.” As he spoke, he stomped his feet fiercely and shouted: "One thousand of us will not agree, and ten thousand will not agree!"

The mayor at the corner of the stage glanced at the food station manager suspiciously, and said, "Are you praising me or criticizing me? Is there anyone in the world who doesn't eat essence or fat but only eats pig's head? I'm poor." There is no way. If you like it, I will trade pork head meat with you for lean meat and fat meat, and you just don’t charge me more money. lest you suffer twice and suffer twice.” The head of the food station choked on what he said, and didn't know how to reply for a while.The host promptly shouted: "The next one will come up. Note that this is a life-and-death class struggle. If you want to talk about big issues of right and wrong, conflicts between the enemy and ourselves."

"I come!" The person below responded bravely and stepped forward. He was the director of the Office of the Town Revolutionary Committee. The director of the office was the one who followed the mayor the closest.Everyone before and after called him "the mayor's hanging knife".He was not annoyed, but rather happy, saying that he was "following the route" with a proud face.The mayor is also indispensable. The mayor likes to talk wherever he goes, so he can't do without speech. The manuscripts are all written by the director of the office.Whether the writing is good or not mainly depends on whether it is thick or not. When you get it in your hand, first weigh the weight, and then look at the page number. If there are dozens of pages, you will say it is good!

But, in fact, no matter how short the manuscript is, the mayor can't read it all.He herded cattle until he was in his teens before going to elementary school. After a few years of schooling, the family ran out of rations, so he went back to farming.He is bold.There was no school in his mountain, yet he dared to run a school and acted as the principal and teacher by himself—a teacher who also taught Chinese, arithmetic, painting, and physical education.After working for a few years, God knows what kind of peaches and plums he taught, but he himself became famous and was transferred to the commune as a cadre.During the Cultural Revolution, his commune was the first to rebel.The commander is naturally him.He strung together all the official seals of the commune with hemp rope, and tied them around his waist as a trouser belt.Probably because everyone knows that nine out of ten have dysentery, but no one in the area dares to set up another hill to fight against him.A few people murmured behind their backs and thought about it a few times, but they still felt that they couldn't afford to provoke dysentery, so they gave up.Therefore, after several years of the Cultural Revolution, other communes sacrificed people, and his commune did not even have a violent fight.Diarrhea was outstanding because of this, and then he became the director of the Town Revolutionary Committee.The only pity is that he still doesn't know many characters, which is far from commensurate with the status of the mayor.But he is absolutely unwilling to lower the price because of this, and the manuscript must always have a certain thickness, because it is the embodiment of the authority of the mayor.As for incomplete reading, he has a way to solve it.

The method is very simple, that is, copy the manuscript into two copies, he will get one copy, and the person who knows more characters will get one copy.When he was making a report, that person stood behind him, and when he encountered a word he didn't understand (read it in advance and make a mark), he would prompt him.Originally, this was a kind of reliable guarantee, but he was impatient, and sometimes when the report was in full swing, he would not care about listening to people's prompts, and still made mistakes in random words.Fortunately, he is not afraid of making a fool of himself. If someone corrects him, he will correct it right away.For example, he pronounced "naked" as "Chi Guoguo", and the prompter behind him quickly and gently corrected him: it wasn't "Chi Guoguo" but "naked".When he heard it, he put down the report draft in his hand, turned around and asked loudly: "Isn't it Chi Guoguo?" "No." "Is it 'naked'?" "Yes." "That's good." A crowd of people said, "I mispronounced it just now. It wasn't '红果果', it was 'naked'." When he read the typo or typos, everyone often laughed at the beginning, but later saw that he was honest and cute, so they couldn't laugh. Feel that other people are real.His confession was like his own dysentery.Others have dysentery in June and try to cover it up, but he never wears a hat all year round, just exposing like that, showing off.

When the director of the office came to the stage, the mayor was not surprised and said that things were expected. After the Cultural Revolution for several years, we have seen many such people. The report by the director of the office mainly revolved around the black words in the report made by the mayor, which were all words that praised the "Gang of Four" and its minions. report on .The director of the office spoke clearly and clearly. The mayor looked indifferent at first, but after listening to it for a long time, he seemed a little annoyed, so he said: "You wrote those words, I just read them, and I can't read them completely. If you are guilty, you have to bear half of it. Don't plant spoils on me alone, don't push everyone over the wall."

The director of the office was embarrassed by what he said. He stood on the stage, blushed, and held back for a long time, then suddenly shouted hoarsely: "The era of your dominance is gone forever. Now you still dare to argue, you Got some brains!" The mayor lowered his head and muttered, "How many heads do I have! If I want to have a few heads, will I still want this mangy head?" Although it was a grunt, everyone could hear the voice, and couldn't help laughing.The host quickly grabbed the microphone and shouted "Be serious, be serious", but finally he couldn't help laughing.