Chapter 7 Chapter VII

My "adolescence" had no women, no love, no libido.Thank God, the old man sent a couple to live a "marital life" in front of me in order to comfort me or to appease my desires, which spoiled my appetite for this kind of "life" even more, making me think Sex with a woman is tedious, and has almost kept me asexual all my life. In the late 1960s, shortly after I chopped off people's fingers, I was released from a labor camp and transferred to a working farm.There is only a canal between the working farm and the reform-through-labor farm, and the sound of chickens and dogs can be heard. It is just across a rickety broken wooden bridge, which seems to symbolize that people at that time would mistakenly enter the reform-through-labor team.

It is not easy for the released prisoner to reform through labor. Instead, two words are added, called "released prisoner through labor reform". It is like the mortal punishment imposed on the face of the prisoner in ancient times. Wherever you go, people can recognize it at a glance.When the reform-through-labor team released me, the correctional cadres gave me a very good appraisal: "Admit guilt and abide by the law, abide by the prison rules, actively reform, and the world outlook and labor outlook have changed significantly." It can be seen that the labor reform team leader did not treat me as a farmer's finger. one thing.I thought that with such a good appraisal, I was qualified to be a formal farm worker.However, looking at the society, most people have to be completely reborn and actively reformed. Most people's world outlook and labor outlook have to be completely changed. Most people are criminals with different forms and different treatment, just like the Christian original sin theory. guilty.I "entered the palace for the second time" because of "engaging in the socialist education movement". Three years later, I was out of the labor reform team and encountered the "Cultural Revolution Movement". It doesn't matter if you are an official farm worker or not, everyone is a prisoner anyway.

But in any case, "released prisoners" are still inferior. The next day I reported to the farm where I was employed, the Farm Revolutionary Committee assigned me to a "group special team" to control labor. The full name of the "group special team" is the "revolutionary mass dictatorship team". Every government unit and even the street in society has this kind of organization. In fact, they are small reform-through-labor teams all over the country. "People with problems" were picked out and treated as "monsters and ghosts", and they were centralized and controlled and forced to work.Ten years of "revolution" has made the masses habitually defiant and lawless. This defect has finally penetrated into the spiritual genes of the nation and passed on to future generations. As a result, today many powerful cadres have become bosses, and many powerless people have become scoundrels.These people often remind me of their predecessors, whose fingers I would cut off their fingers at a very old age.

There are four categories of "ghosts, ghosts, and snake gods", and there are all kinds of people, from high-ranking officials to ordinary people. People with disparity in status are all equally bad people here.After joining the group special team, I realized that I, a "released prisoner through labor reform", had certain advantages over other ghosts and monsters, and that only the group special team was the most suitable place for me in society.Because I did not participate in the factional struggle in the early days of the "Cultural Revolution", although I was a well-known rightist in the past, now I am an intermediate figure who has nothing to do with any faction, and I am called a "dead tiger".Of course, there is no need to fight dead tigers anymore, and live tigers are the focus of the revolutionary masses' criticism.I am in good health, have no mental burden or family burden, and my labor skills are more proficient than those live tigers who sit in the office and eat people, so the "boss" is very fond of me and asks me to lead the twenty live tigers on the farm to work. I am flattered to work, and I always lead by example when I do my work.

The man I'm talking about was originally a farm technician, a farmer college student, "genious and seedling red", he belongs to the category of born revolutionaries, unfortunately he was on the wrong team during the "Cultural Revolution", and was sent here as a monster "Group experts".At the beginning, I didn't understand what the crime of "standing on the wrong team" was. Later, other live tigers told me that he was actually a "second pole" who liked to show off. Standing here for a while, standing there for a while, made "Zhu Bajie look in the mirror", and everyone regarded him as a bad person.As time went on, I saw that he was indeed a worthless wretch who would never commit any crimes. The biggest crime was probably making people hate him because he loved revolution.I don't like him because he spits and splashes when he speaks.He worked and was so tired that it irritated me, so he became the object of my reprimand.In the past in the labor camp, there were not many opportunities to reprimand people.Now I can't live up to the power given to me by the "boss", and I also find it more interesting to reprimand people than to be reprimanded.Only by reprimanding others can you show that you are superior to others. No wonder the "revolutionary masses" like to have hands and waists.

I led this group of monsters and ghosts to work for a few months, and I realized more and more the benefits of stepping into society: one is that I can be a leader, and the other is that I lead the old leaders, big and small, in society. Regular workers step up to cadres in one step, and gradually become a little carried away.Later, the situation changed again. It turned out that the revolutionary masses felt that fighting these monsters and monsters could no longer find new tricks, and the focus of the struggle shifted to fighting against their own people. At that time, it was called "the masses fighting the masses". Once again, he took up real swords and guns and vowed to fight against both sides. The "leader" was busy "grasping the revolution", and the ghosts and monsters were even more eager to "promote production". The "leader" simply handed over the command of the field to me, and rarely even came to the construction site on the farmland.My power has become stronger invisibly, and the poison of "bourgeois humanitarianism" instilled in me since I was a child has unconsciously relapsed.I thought that those demons and monsters who had been battered to death, whose wives were separated, and who had been strictly controlled for several years were more pitiful than reform-through-labor prisoners, so I quietly let a "traitor" and a "secret agent" meet their families.These two skinny tigers are almost 60 years old, and they are full of diseases. It is very hard not to let them see their families.This shows that I did not get a "reborn" transformation, and the appraisal given to me by the labor reform team overestimated me.

One summer afternoon, the sky was suddenly covered with overcast clouds, and towering lightning burst out continuously from the clouds. The strong wind brought thick gravel from the dark clouds, and a strong earthy smell hit the nostrils. Talk about heavy rain."Second Pole" and I were cutting grass in the horse pen this day.This agricultural technician who was born as a farmer does not know the simplest agricultural labor.To use a manual guillotine to cut forage grass for livestock, human grass needs special skills, so that the grass cut by each knife is no more than one inch, which is almost as smooth as that cut by a machine; .I am a good hand of human straw. I sit on the soil lawn and press the knee of one leg against the straw bales. Each person is very rhythmic. "Second Pole" doesn't know how to be rude, so he can only bend his waist and use stupid strength.It's not good to cut it down, either it doesn't end well, or it almost cuts my hand, and I am so angry that I curse.The work done by the two of them is the most difficult if they don't cooperate well. After a while, I was sweating all over, and I was scolding the "two poles" so much that I was sweating all over.The rain came just in time, so I asked "Er Ganzi" to cover the blown forage grass with a bitter mat, and the two hurried to a broken earthen room next to the yoke to hide from the rain.

Just got into the dilapidated earthen house, it rained like broad beans.The point is smashed down.It was really a torrential rain, covering the sky and covering the ground. Looking out from the door, the human eye could not tell the difference between south, east and north.I and the "two poles" squeezed into a pile side by side. "Er Pole" repeatedly exclaimed "so big, so big", and I repeatedly exclaimed "so big, so big". Besides, we both had nothing to say, and stared blankly at the rain curtain outside the door.Although the palm-sized earthen house was about to collapse, it was not leaking. There were some bridles, ropes and a sack in the room.I opened the sack and saw that it was soybeans for horses, and the two of them chewed raw soybeans to satisfy their hunger.

After about half an hour, chewing raw soybeans made me fart. Suddenly, a woman who looked like she was fished out of the water appeared at the door of the dilapidated house, startled me like a ghost, and "two poles" "But happily yelled why you came here.The woman like a drowning ghost said I'll go over there to find you. They said you were here, so I came here. "Over there" is another active construction site of the special team, and "they" of course refers to a bunch of ghosts and monsters.Before I woke up, the "two poles" pulled the woman into the earthen house, brushed her hair and picked her up and down for her.Every torn fiber of the woman's clothes was soaked in rainwater, and the water from the wiping was all on my head.I thought she was the daughter of "Second Pole", but "Second Pole" saw me in a daze before introducing her as his wife. The appearance of her wiped out by "two poles" is very charming. She looks only in her twenties, with her drenched clothes open wide, her white and tender breasts standing high, but there is a deep moat in the middle. The ditch made me feel a little out of sorts somehow.I asked suspiciously how could she be your wife if she was ten years younger than you?At that time, except for senior cadres, ordinary people "looking for a partner" looked for "mates" of the same age. "Er Pole" smiled and said to me that she was from the countryside.The answer is irrelevant to the question, but I can't conclude that she is not his wife.I myself violated the discipline of the group special team and secretly set a precedent for allowing ghosts and snakes to meet family members. I had to let "Er Ganzi" meet his wife, so I had to sit on the horse's collar and listen to them talk about their family affairs.

"Second Pole" eagerly asked him about all the family's situation, the elderly and children's food, rice, oil and salt, etc. It seemed that it was undoubtedly his wife.I listened while chewing soybeans. I learned about the difficulties of the common people and learned about the family. It’s not as good as my bachelor. "Second Pole" doesn't seem to annoy me now, and having such a warm conversation in the ruined room relieved the embarrassment of being relatively silent between me and him. The two chatted affectionately for a while, and the "second pole" suddenly cowardly asked me if I could let them have a "marital life".His eyes have never been so pitiful. Usually when I reprimand him, he always rolls his eyes at me. Now if he had a tail, he would wag his tail, and even though the corners of his mouth were full of soybean foam when he spoke, it didn't splash on my face.But I didn't understand the meaning of "marital life" for a while. Is this guy going to run away with his wife and go home?I stared blankly at him and then at the woman. The shy and reassuring expression on the woman's face with her head lowered and wringing her hands made me understand a little bit.I couldn't help laughing from the bottom of my heart: I didn't mean that they were going to mate, but I knew there was another way to say that.In the reform-through-labour team, the two most vulgar words are generally used, a vulgar verb plus a vulgar noun; ordinary people usually call it "sleep", and the official term is "sexual intercourse", and in (The True Story of Ah Q) it is called "tuan dang". It is called "Yunyu" in literature, and it is called "sexual intercourse" or "handover" for a little bit of exposure, but most of the novels I have read only have "Shibi". It turns out that "Shibi" can also be called "married life"!

Even if I use such civilized words at him, I have to let them have a "married life" once.But I am embarrassed to say that you live this kind of "life", I think I should avoid it, but where do you want me to go at this time? "Second Pole" heard that I agreed, and quickly said flatteringly: "How can I let you go outside in the rain! Just turn your face away." As soon as I turned my face away from the door, there was a bustling sound from the sack on the sack behind my head, and a woman's moan was faintly heard.The moaning of the woman made me very uncomfortable. The iron yoke beside the sack must have hurt her. She ran all the way to see that her husband got nothing, and maybe he was injured. I regret that I should not allow it. They lived a "married life".But before I could distinguish whether the black shadow hidden in the rain curtain in the distance was a person or a tree, and just chewed two soybeans, "Er Ganzi" let out a long sigh and collapsed like a faint. on my back. "Huh!" I asked in surprise, "Have you finished your 'married life'?" "Second Pole" we, D Tong, had just dug a large cart of forage grass, and grunted tiredly: "It's over..." I laughed heartily again: it turns out that the time of "marital life" is the same as that of livestock mating, and "insemination" occurs when the two sides touch each other.No wonder the old novels described such things as "the end of the matter" in the blink of an eye, making me, a reader, confused about what the "thing" was.In this way, even if "Yunyu" is like the "desire to die" described in the old novel, what's the point of being a fairy for a minute or two?It is even more dangerous to die for a minute or two!This made me think that whether "having intercourse" or "sleeping" or "murdering" or "sexual intercourse" or "marital life" or the combination of these two vulgar words are utterly boring. I farted happily in front of his husband and wife.