Chapter 19 Juejue

Wan Yu was the best singer in Maqiao, but I didn't know him until long after I arrived in Maqiao.The village was ordered to organize a literature and art propaganda team to publicize Mao Zedong Thought.It is to compile some documents or editorials from above into an allegro singing, and send them to other villages with gongs and drums, and other villages will follow the same procedure.Some slogans are always shouted at the end of the performance.It is difficult to shout slogans in a hurry, so I often divide long slogans into several sentences to shout, which inevitably causes some problems.Chairman Mao has a quotation, which becomes three sentences once separated; (1) Crack down on poor peasants! (2) Exactly! (3) Strike the Revolution!One after the other has become a reactionary slogan.But everyone still raised their arms and shouted one by one, and they didn't feel any disregard for their ears.He was also ordered to perform a model revolutionary play.The conditions in the countryside are limited, so we can only keep things simple, and we should not be too particular about props and clothing.The white-haired girl came to the stage with a long hemp hanging on her head, and Xiao Trick's face stiffened in fright.The hero Yang Zirong didn't have a cloak, so he had to wear a coir raincoat to fight a tiger up the mountain.There was a strong wind in late autumn, which knocked down the wooden scene on the stage, that is to say, knocked down a door panel covered with cotton. Poor Comrade Zirong just finished beating the tiger with great ambition and heroism, and then fell down. A snow-capped mountain hit the ground with a bang, his eyes turned white, he ran eastward and westward, and finally fell down on the stage.Fortunately, the oil lamps on the stage were dim, and the audience didn't see clearly. They thought the hero's lying down was a planned combat action, so they gave some applause.Farmers said that the old plays are still good, but the new ones are still lively and delicious.Although Yang Zirong was injured, he still performed relatively successfully.He was in a daze, forgot his lines, and was quick to think. He sang gongs and drums when he saw gongs and drums, sang tables and chairs when he saw tables and chairs, and finally sang the whole thing in one breath, and the audience applauded.The commune cadres didn't hear clearly, so they kept saying yes, and decided to let Maqiao's propaganda team represent the whole commune to participate in the performance in the county.Entering the county is a very rare thing, and rehearsing programs is always much easier than picking mud.Some men and women can also take advantage of this rare opportunity to socialize freely, put on each other's makeup, pack and carry each other's clothes and so on.Everyone is very happy.Ma Benyi, the secretary of the village party branch, also felt that his face was bright, and told me excitedly that he wanted to make up a play about four girls, and he didn't care what he made up, as long as he wanted four girls.I asked why. "Didn't you buy four red gowns last year? Those gowns cost the team two loads of grain, and it's a pity to lock them in boxes." It turned out that he didn't want to bury those two loads of grain.Everyone also felt that this suggestion was correct.In order to improve the program, people from two cultural centers in the county suggested adding a folk song to reflect the characteristics of Maqiao's folk culture.Benyi thought for a while, and said, what's the difficulty? Wanyu's throat is sharp, and he is a good character to play funeral songs and happy songs, so let him do it!Everyone in the village laughed, especially the women who laughed backwards and forwards, which made me a little strange.I asked who this person was, and they gave a brief description, and I vaguely thought of a person I seemed to have seen before. He had no beard, and his drooping eyebrows were very light. In addition, he always had a bald head, which looked like a bird. Smooth oily radish.I remember that he always went out of the village with a burden, not knowing what he was going for.I also remember that he was watching other people singing, and when someone persuaded him to come out, he would speak official Chinese in a shrill, sissy way: "Don't sing, don't sing, comrades, don't make fun of my younger brother." He blushed as he spoke .He lives in two thatched huts in the village, is divorced, and has a young child with him.It is said that he is a bit nasty, and his high-pitched voice always appears in places where there are many women, and always inspires women to laugh, or is chased by women with stones.He used to be a pusher, that is, a person who came to the door to push the huskers and grind the grain, and he mostly dealt with housewives.After a long time, the word "tui" has an obscene meaning because of him.People often ask him, how many women have he pushed?He smiled shyly, "Don't play tricks on me, do you know that the new society should be civilized?" Fucha said such a thing.Once, Wan Yu went to push rice in Longjia Bay, a child asked him what was his name?He said his name was Wild Old Man.The child asks what are you doing here?He said hit your mother's papa.The child ran back to the house excitedly and conveyed the truth.A group of women gathered in this house were drinking ginger tea, and everyone laughed and cursed.The baby's sister was so angry that she let out a dog to bite him, scaring him to run away with his head in his arms, and finally stumbled and fell into the dung.He climbed up the field ridge covered in excrement, leaving a big hole in the Taili, like a cow had slept.Someone on the road was startled, "Wan Tuijiang, why did you jump into the dung pit today?" "Let's see...how deep is the dung pit?" "Are you here to check the delivery too?" step away.Some cubs clapped their hands and laughed loudly behind him. He picked up a stone and threatened him, twisted his waist several times, and he was only able to throw it a bamboo pole away when he tried to hold back the energy to feed.Wazai smiled more reassuringly.Since then, "inspecting production" has become an allusion in Maqiao, referring to Wan Yu's embarrassment and the cover-up of his embarrassment.For example, if someone fell, Maqiao people would laugh and ask: Are you checking production again?Wanyu is the same-guo cousin of Secretary Benyi. There was a period when Benyi’s house had a pretty-looking female guest, and he would come to Benyi’s house with his sleeves rolled up every three days to sit around, and his sissy was sharp until late at night.One night, there was already a circle of people around the firepit, so he grabbed a chair and squeezed in.Benyi asked him angrily, "What are you doing here?" "Sister-in-law's ginger tea is very fragrant, very fragrant." He was confident and confident. "There's a meeting here." "A meeting? Okay, I'll have one too." "This is a party member meeting. Do you know?" "A party member meeting is a party meeting. I haven't had a meeting in a month. I just have one today." It’s not enough if you don’t use it.” Rob asked: “Hey, when did you join the party?” Wan Yu looked at the others and then at Rob, “Didn’t I join the party?” “Did you join the party?” The crotch, right?" When Rob said this, everyone laughed.Only then did Wan Yu look ashamed. "Come on, my concubine entered the Golden Palace by mistake, so I go." He was furious as soon as he stepped out of the door, and threatened a party member who was about to enter: "Well, when I want to have a meeting, I won't let me go." Open. Don’t call me Lao Tzu again in future meetings!” He did not attend any meetings later, and refused every time with plausibility. "Why don't you let me hold a meeting when I want to? Well, you guys have finished all the good meetings, and you will think of me when there are a few bad meetings left, and you will miss me. Tell you, don't think about it!" Out of respect for cadres He complained more and more because of the resentment that they expelled him from the party committee. Once he helped several women dye cloth, sweating profusely, but also happily.As he talked, he became complacent, and then walked away.He said that Chairman Mao didn't have a beard either. Do you look like Mrs. Wang San in Zhangjiafang?He also said that he had two statues of the leader, one pasted in front of the rice bucket and the other in front of the urine bucket.If there is no rice scoop in the rice bucket, he will slap Baoxiang.If there is no more urine load in the urine bucket, he will also slap the treasure statue.Seeing the women grinning from ear to ear, he felt even more proud. He said that he was going to the capital next year and wanted to talk to Chairman Mao about why the cold-soaked fields in Chaziwan had to be planted with double-cropping rice?The words reached the ears of the cadres, and the cadres immediately asked the militiamen to take up their rifles, tie up Wanyu and send him to the commune.He came back a few days later, humming, his face was bruised. "How is it? The commune invites you to inspect the production?" someone asked.He rubbed his face and smiled wryly: "The fellow cadres think highly of it, and the punishment is not heavy, not heavy." He meant that the commune thought he was a poor peasant and only fined him a hundred catties of grain.From then on, "to look up to" or "cadres to look up to" has also become an allusion to Maqiao, which means self-deprecating, or the meaning of punishing the valley.When he first came to the propaganda team, he looked very dilapidated, with a ragged padded jacket tied with a straw rope, a woolen hat on one side, and no socks under the trousers that hung too high, revealing a part of his cold-red skin. foot pole.Still holding a bullwhip, he just came back from the ground.He said what the hell!At one moment he was not allowed to sing, but at another moment he was required to send it, and it was distributed to the county, as if he were a chamber pot at the foot of the bed, dragged out when needed, and stuffed in when not used.Minister He never does good deeds!In fact, this has nothing to do with Minister He of the commune.He asked mysteriously: "Can you find the song now? The Communist Party...?" He made a gesture of turning over. "What nonsense are you talking about!" I shoved him a page, which was about the lyrics about spring plowing and production. "I memorize it by heart today, and I will arrange it tomorrow, and the commune will check it the day after tomorrow." He looked at it for a long time, and grabbed my hand. the meaning of. "Comrade, you do this horrible thing every day when you're off the field, and you still sing it on stage? I sweat when I think of the hoe and shoulder pole, and my heart turns. What else do you want to sing?" "What do you think you are invited to sing? If you sing, you can sing, if you don’t sing, you will go to work!” “Hey, comrade, what a temper!” He didn’t return the lyrics to me.His singing voice may not be as good as people say, although it is still bright, it seems too explosive, too dry, and too straight. When he sings it, it is completely a woman's scream, the kind of blade scraped on a piece of porcelain Stimulate.I feel that the sinuses of the listeners are shivering and constricting. Everyone is not listening to the song with their ears, but is using their sinuses, forehead, and back of the head to receive knife cuts again and again.Maqiao cannot do without such cutting.Except for the educated youth, the locals praised his singing voice unanimously.The educated youth disapproved of his self-satisfied make-up and refused to let him wear his old leather shoes.He also had to get out of his corduroy pants and even put on a pair of glasses.The county cultural center also said, how can making a fuss about spring plowing be a gentleman?No no no.After thinking about it, they asked him to go barefoot, roll up his trouser legs, wear a bamboo hat on his head, and carry a hoe on his shoulder.He was very puzzled, "Shoulder hoe? Doesn't that look like an old man watching water? It's ugly! It's ugly!" The cultural center said, "What do you know? This is art." "Then I will carry the dung bucket. , would it be more artistic?" If Benyi hadn't been there to supervise the practice, the debate would not have ended.In fact, Benyi also thought that the hoe was not very pleasing to the eye, but since the comrades from the county said the hoe was good, he could only support it. "If you want your shoulders, you have them," he yelled at Wan Yu, "Why are you so awake like a pig? You always need something on your shoulders? Otherwise, what do you look like on stage? How?" Wan Yu blinked, but remained silent.Benyi became anxious and went up to show Wanyu a few demonstrative moves, supporting or carrying the hoe, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, so that he could see clearly.During the rehearsal for the next few days, Wan Yu couldn't keep up his spirits, and stood aside with his hoe, alone.He is a bit older than the other actors, and he doesn't seem to be able to talk to him.Some women passing by came to see the excitement, Wan Yu always had an extremely ashamed expression at this time, and his facial features gathered into a group of wry smiles, "Don't look at big girls, they are so ugly." In the end, he did not go to the county with us.On the day of getting on the tractor in the commune, I waited and waited, but I didn't see his shadow.It was easy to see him coming, and found that he didn't bring a hoe.When asked where his hoe had gone, he hesitated, saying that it was not in the way, and that it would be borrowed from the county student.The leader said that the streets are not like the countryside, every household has a hoe, what if we can't borrow a suitable one?Go back and get it!Wan Yu still faltered with his sleeves covered and did not move.We could see that he was determined to have a hard time with the hoe, and didn't want to put it on his shoulders.The team leader had no choice but to borrow it nearby.When he borrowed it, he found that Wanyu had disappeared and slipped away.In fact, he has never been to the county, and has always wanted to go.He has been washing shoes and clothes for a long time, making preparations for going to the city.He also secretly begged me.At that time, we must lead him across the road in the city-he is most afraid of cars.If street ruffians beat him, he will definitely not win.The girls in the city are pretty, but he might get lost if he looks around.He wants me to save him anytime.But he finally did not follow us to the county seat, determined to fight that hoe to the end.He later explained that he couldn't remember the lyrics of those words about accumulating land, shoveling turf, scattering cow dung, and soaking seeds. Something big is bound to happen.It's not that he didn't work hard, even after eating pig brains, dog brains, and cow brains, he still couldn't remember a few words, and slipped into matters of men and women as soon as his mind wandered.He had no choice but to run away cruelly.Because he left without saying goodbye, Benyi later fined him fifty catties of grain.From this point of view, Wan Yu is not serious about many things, but he is quite serious about singing.He is not firm in many cases, but his love for Juejuege is extremely firm.He has the spirit of an art martyr, he would rather give up the beautiful errands in the county town, give up the work points and be scolded and punished by the cadres, and he is unwilling to accept the art of hoes, art without women.