Chapter 103 Tiananmen Square

Before I revisited Maqiao, many people told me that there is a Tiananmen Square in Maqiao, which has almost become a famous scenic spot. Even some officials on business trips, after seeing Quzi Temple and the County Revolutionary Memorial Hall, they always drive Go there and have a look. Strictly speaking, Tiananmen Square is not actually in Maqiao, but in the border of Zhangjiafang, near the later National Highway 107, but it is the property of Maqiao people Yanwu, so it is related to Maqiao.This is actually a big house, covering an area of ​​tens of acres, with pavilions, pavilions, lotus ponds, gardens, bamboo forests, water corridors and rockery.The garden is divided into gardens, and each has its own name, some are called "Eden Garden", and some are called "Xiaoxiang Pavilion".The building is a bit rough, few tiles are laid evenly and clearly, but they are always crooked, and there is some dry grout that has not been scraped off.There are not many windows that can be pushed open, and they are always stuck by something.This has to make people worry, Lin Daiyu in the garden will be busy all day just by pushing and closing the windows, and there is still time to worry about burying flowers and burning poems?As the days go by, at most I can only call the card twice.A small two-story Western-style hotel is under construction. It is said that after it is completed, ten women from Jiangsu and Zhejiang will be recruited as waiters to receive reporters, writers and visitors.

I haven't seen the owner. It is said that Yanwu mainly lives in the county, and I only come back occasionally to take care of the two factories here.I only saw his house from a distance, a small building on the same floor in the middle of the lotus pond.Looking around, it can be seen that there are three or four window air conditioners protruding from each wall of it, which is a bit unreasonable, and there must be a risk of biting cold wind in the toilet.The whole house looked like a concrete monster covered with iron tumors. In the early years, I only heard that some of the farmers here got rich and bought seven or eight electric fans. If there was no place to install them, they would install them in the pigsty. Unexpectedly, air conditioners became popular again in the blink of an eye.The tour guide kept asking me to count the number of air conditioners. Seeing that I didn't pay attention, he counted 1510 for me. Every number was bitten hard, revealing secret jealousy and a sense of pride. , resoundingly filled my ears, as if these iron tumors had something to do with them, as if I had to admire this dazzling achievement of the policy of enriching the people.

The tour guide felt that it was not enough, and at some point he brought in another housekeeper, a young man who was said to know me.When I went to school to take a class for a few days, he was my student.He brought the key and wanted to show me inside the house.But I was just being polite, so I had no choice but to follow, through the winding corridors, through two or three gates, and into the bang-dang mansion in the water.The decoration inside is really good, a piece of resplendent chandeliers and wallpaper.It's a pity that the voltage is not enough, and the air conditioner can't turn on, so the housekeeper had to distribute a cattail fan to each person to relieve sweat.The TV could not receive the program either. It is said that the nearby relay station has not been built yet.There are two telephones, one is black and the other is red. Judging from the appearance of the handset, there is no program control here. If there are more telephones, I am afraid that there will not be much sound. People say that the township government The operator is always out of the shop and spends most of her time with her babies.

"You have tea, have tea." Someone was polite to me. "Okay." In fact, I want to find water to wash off my sweat. "You watch TV, you watch." "Okay, let me see." The housekeeper searched for his buttocks and adjusted it for a long time. Finally, the twill fabric on the TV was gone, and the image of Huahua appeared, which was a videotape of a foreign commercial singing and dancing.After leaving it there, the twill marks appeared again. I said that the strap might be broken, and I wanted to replace it with a good one.After searching for a long time, I found that there were no other tapes to watch. Another Hong Kong martial arts film was more exposed.

I'm already sweating profusely.Steam was steaming from the surrounding lotus ponds, and the red carpet under the feet made everyone smell like cooked meat.I had no choice but to hide outside the door and gasp for breath, waiting for others to finish watching the scattered singing and dancing. I later learned that the name "Tian'anmen" here refers to the gate building of the courtyard, and it is indeed a model of Tiananmen, only in miniature.A chicken that has been chased can probably leap to the gatehouse with a flutter.There are arched door openings on the left and right of the gatehouse, a moat and its bridges, and the imitation palace walls are all painted dark red.There are two grinning stone lions in front of the gate.Unfortunately, there is no water in the moat, only weeds and one or two toads that occasionally jump out of the grass. When standing on the gatehouse, there is no square in front of it, and there will be no monuments. There is only a row of small commercial streets under the nose. There are powder shops and grocery stores that are not doing business, and there is an empty pool table covered in yellow dust. There are groups of young people under the eaves, including a few squatting on benches, like some perched chickens , doing nothing.

There is a room with a big sign: "Tianzi International Cultural Club", it is said that the owner of Tiananmen Square provides services to the villagers for free. As part of the club, there is also a big stage on the left side of the gatehouse.The tour guide said that in March of this year, the county theater troupe sang here for three full days, and it was Yanwu who paid for it alone, allowing the villagers to entertain for free. The entourage was talking about something about a female role in the county troupe.Their argument was watched by the chickens squatting under the eaves, and the yellow eyes finally had a target.

Of course, I was surprised that Yanwu built such a large house, and I was also surprised that he built such a worrying style-if it was built more than ten years earlier, wouldn't it be the crime of beheading for resisting the emperor and conspiracy?I later met an old acquaintance, Zhihuang, and found out the whole story.Zhihuang said that when Yanwu was in middle school, he had a big family and could not be a good person. Once, he posted a picture of Tiananmen on his bedside, which was also confiscated by the class cadres.Ban Yubu said that there are no such photos of the poor and middle-aged children, so what right does a landlord like him have to miss Chairman Mao?Watching Tiananmen every day?Do you want to use explosives to murder the great leader?

It must be that this incident made him too sad, and it made him feel deeply.Now that he has money, he doesn't do anything. He will build a Tiananmen Square first. He didn't have the right to look at Tiananmen before, well, now he wants to let people know that not only can he look at it, but he can even create one, right in front of your noses.He can let his mother-in-law and two cubs play with crickets and dogs, eat sesame oil cakes, and sneeze on Tiananmen Square. He owed a lot of debts for this project, and was caught several times by debt collectors to cut his tendons, and was even taken away once by a police car of the procuratorate.