Chapter 38 opinion leader

There are more TVs in the countryside, but fewer newspapers.I subscribed to a newspaper, but unexpectedly it became a wholesale weekly or even weekly newspaper.Xiao Wu, a township postman, rarely shows his face a few times a month, and once he comes, he wholesales a lot: simultaneous reports on the Prime Minister's visit and return, and predictions and reviews of football games come hand in hand.I'm so annoyed by this timing mess that I almost have to call the post office to complain.After inquiring, I learned that Xiao Wu's monthly salary was only more than 100 yuan, and the gasoline for motorcycles could not be reimbursed. Therefore, he had to treat his side job as his main job and drive a bulldozer part-time. He had no choice but to make a living.

I had to swallow the words back. Compared with the time when I was an educated youth, the township postman did not have a motorcycle or even a bicycle at that time. He walked on two legs and could let everyone read the newspaper of the day.Why is the rural post office so bad thirty years later?The wages of rural postal workers are linked to economic benefits. This market-based distribution seems reasonable, but for some public welfare undertakings in impoverished mountainous areas, wouldn’t it be exterminated? I'm one of the few private subscribers here.I just don’t know whether this is good for Xiao Wu (increasing his business efficiency) or bad (if no one subscribes to the newspaper, maybe it’s enough for him to go down the mountain once a month).

The absence of newspapers does not prevent mountain people from looking at China and the world.On this day, my wife went to the fat girl's house to buy tofu, and when she came back, she burst into laughter.I asked her what she was laughing at, and when she was about to speak a few times, she couldn't help but hold her belly and bend over, tears came out of her eyes.It turned out that she was listening to a group of people discussing state affairs by the side of the road just now, and Xufei's father was delivering an oral editorial there. The topic was the Sino-US plane collision over Hainan Island.

"...The American plane is coming. If you are ruthless, just hit his mother's body with a cannon. What are you following? Does it smell like farts? Your plane is not hard, it is made like an eggshell, fake and shoddy, it can't hit others American goods, who is to blame?" This is his dissatisfaction with the quality of Chinese pilots and aircraft. "The United States is too fucking poisonous. It just bullies you and dare not fight. Last time it bombed our Yugoslavia (the correct way to say it should be the Chinese embassy in Yugoslavia), saying it was accidentally bombed. Fart! Do you believe it? Do you think their planes The bombs on the plane were really not tied properly, and one of them rolled down by accident? The bombs on the plane must not be tied with straw ropes, right? At least six yards of wire (a kind of iron wire familiar to farmers) should be used to tie them? He Damn, three bombs were fired in one bombing. It was obvious that he didn’t get out of the way, so he just became vicious. In the end, he said he lost money. Who knows if he really lost money? Besides, he is rich in the United States anyway, so it’s okay to talk about a few tickets. Get in the way. Just treat it as touching your wife’s ass and lose five yuan. You don’t lose your temper if you lose money. What do you do with him?” This is to vent your jealousy against the US authorities.

Xufei's father was walking towards the township government with a thermos cup in his hand. When he saw this father and that mother-in-law, he was still upset along the way: "It's amazing, it's amazing, the pilot hasn't been found yet! The plane plowed all the way, the ship I plowed all the way back, and up to now, I haven’t found a piece of parachute cloth. Do you think the pilot is also a bit stupid? Maybe he didn’t bring his mobile phone? Call back! Tell me which corner I am at, so as to save so many people from delaying Doze off!" This father of Xu Fei has retired from the supply and marketing cooperative, and he wanders around with a thermos cup in his hand all day long, standing here and there, often talking dryly, and really needs tea to be replenished in time.When there is really no topic and audience, he is a little bored, so he plays mahjong, plays a round of billiards, rides a motorcycle to the town, and acts as a fashionable old man playing cool.It was not until he was injured by a car rollover that he walked with his butt pouted and leaning on the wall for several days, that he stopped touching the motorcycle.

When Fang Fang, Jiang Yun, Li Rui, Jiang Zidan and other friends came to the countryside, they listened to my introduction and were very curious about this opinion leader, so they asked me to take the lead in visiting.But we were unlucky that day, and we didn’t find him. We only saw a plaster slogan painted on the wall of his house, “Strive to quit empty talk and do more practical work.”Xufei's father learned about this later, and he heard that the visitors were all writers, and he felt very sorry that he lost an opportunity to discuss the Taiwan issue with the writers in depth. "China is one person, one man." He angrily hurt Chen Guoshi: "Taiwan is a bullet in China's crotch. This bullet is now in the hands of the United States. He pinches you from time to time, and pinches you from time to time. Hit it, it hurts so much that you can’t help it. Do you think it’s annoying? It turns out that there’s still a marble pinched in Britain’s hands, pinching you on both sides. The woman in England actually figured out that she had to pay for it last time. marble."

"I really want to thank Deng Xiaoping. How can we sell our marbles to you? You took back Hong Kong in one fell swoop. Now we have pain in our crotch, and only one pellet hurts." He added an important conclusion. These words are not suitable for women, but they are purely common-sense and visualized, and have no indecent meaning.Judging by his face, he is also serious. I went swimming in the summer, and I was fortunate enough to be met by him occasionally in the water three or two times.He used the car tires as a raft, and a piece of wood as a paddle, and slowly rowed towards me, a black spot approaching from far away.After seeing him clearly, I found that there were two wooden strips tied horizontally to the tire, just like the starboard and starboard boards on a ship. There were also soap, towels, and thermos cups hidden in the plastic bag. I could tell that the owner was not here for swimming, but Come fully equipped for a shower.Probably because he was dissatisfied with his retirement life, Xufei's father became even more angry, and he became more and more like a cynical youth. He began to scold the township government: "I eat 100,000 or 200,000 yuan a year. How can there be so many dead bodies to entertain? They say it is to attract investment." Attracting capital! What about the money, what about the money you brought in? Not even a hair of it! Why don’t you feed it to pigs, one or two hundred thousand to buy feed, and you’ll have to feed hundreds of catties of meat, right?”

After scolding the officials, he scolded the Japanese right-wing forces: "Visit, visit, visit his mother's corpse! I really want to make the Chinese angry, well, I don't do anything, and each person pays ten yuan to make two atomic bombs. Lao Tzu Strike a match, bang tom!" "Are you setting off an atomic bomb or a firecracker?" I didn't understand. "Of course it's an atomic bomb!" His atomic bomb is still at the level of striking a match, and probably won't make the Japanese people too nervous.