Chapter 23 Chapter 23

Factories went on strike.The windows of the huge factory building are closed with black iron plates, reminiscent of plasters on people with sores; the chimneys stand tall and do not spit out a wisp of smoke.Like a dead zombie.Shop Bale City.The rows of doors were not removed, only a very narrow door was open, as if it was a cold New Year's Day, and it seemed that every family had a funeral.School is over.The students scattered like bees and ants, gathered together to do their new practical work; they kept their hands and mouths, for the only thing, and the mood was the same as that of the soldiers who were lying in the trenches to meet the enemy.

The citizens of Shanghai fell into strong and deep resentment.The temporary tabloids became Chaochen's new hobby.Terrible facts happened one after another, and intimidation methods were used one after another; reading these news, the resentment in everyone's heart became stronger and deeper.The gongs and drums stopped in the theatre, and the game field simply closed the door, saying that there was no time to take care of entertainment, because there were things that were tens of thousands of times more important than entertainment. There are no more trams on the street.Trams, the pulse of the city, are now at a standstill.The ships going to and from the various ports are at anchor but not leaving.The steamship, the digestive and excretory organ of the city, is now clogged.The blood flow stops, the cashier is blocked, what is it if it is not a dead image?Shanghai, a modern city of world significance created by those blood-suckers for decades of dismal management, suddenly turned into a dead Shanghai.

However, only the monster, the city, died. ——That is to say, the immortal ones, even the ones that are vigorous and vigorous like spring grass, are growing rapidly in this dead body. This is the heart that loves the nation and is willing to sacrifice for the nation! With such a heart, Huanzhi walked on the desolate road.The midsummer sun has the power to make people sweat.He could have taken a rickshaw, but thinking of the sight of sweat winding down Jiang Chi's vest like a snake, he would rather trouble his own feet than burden others'.The tram tracks that reflected the blue light slipped away to the rear, but the front stretched out there, like the waist of the earth, without end.There are very few pedestrians, and there is not a single wheelbarrow that usually carries goods and people. Occasionally, a motorcycle passes by lonely, like a big pepper shaker, but it is not pepper that flies into the mouthpiece of the teeth. It is gray sand.

With an unconscious play mood, he walked alternately on a tramway, and at the same time, he was thinking about the big wave that engulfed the whole of Shanghai: "This time, compared with the May Fourth Movement, the momentum is more turbulent. But the May Fourth Movement is the source of this time. With the awakening at that time, we can now identify the way and move forward. The scope is naturally wider, and the quality is natural. It has become stronger. The spirit of willingness of the workers to sacrifice for a year or so has never existed before; the fact that they have recognized their own strength and the need for organization and joined a serious team has never existed before."

An image came to his mind: hundreds of friends in green cloth and short clothes gathered in a square, holding fists of hatred with their idle hands.They walked to a hut one by one, which was so low that the eaves could be touched, and received maintenance fees that were not enough to maintain.It's still hard to eat enough for one person, not to mention having parents and wives.But they didn't show the slightest expression of resentment. They knew that what came upon them was a struggle, and during the struggle, everyone should endure a little bit of suffering in order to win in the end.When they opened their palms to accept a pair of silver cents, they stared at the bright little thing with moving eyes, as if to say: For the future of the nation, I never think you are so lonely!

Recently, he often went to some industrial areas. The above impressions were very touching and admirable to him.What kind of force restrains them and makes their steps so solemn and powerful?The mutual restraint of peers and the motivation of propagandists are of course the reasons.But the important reason is by no means here.It’s not like talking casually about things like patriotism and solidarity; that requires sacrificing the food rations that the whole family can’t eat, and everyone’s stomachs must be deflated—what is it for playing?If there is no more important reason, no active reason hidden in their hearts and even in every cell, even if there are various external constraints, this situation will not be realized.

His steps were heavier; his hands were clenched tightly, like those fists of hatred; the long shirt on his body seemed to be removed, and he was wearing the same blue cloth short jacket as the group of friends.However, his thinking was analogized from the friends in green cloth and short clothes to another group: After living in the countryside for several years, he has learned a lot about the farmers who have never been very friendly.From the outside, the peaceful fields and elegant cottages seem to be a place completely out of reach of troubles in the countryside.But if you can see through it a little bit, you will know that the sorrow and hardship hidden in it are no less than that of the city that is called "all evil".Agricultural technology is always stuck to what has been passed down from the past. For the pests that are prospering year by year, there is no other way but to lament that the sky will not take care of them.The exploitation of the landowners and the extortion of the subordinates have reached an unimaginable level of evil and ruthlessness. The peasants have no choice but to sell the only harvest at a very low price to pay the rent. Instead, they will buy their daily rice at high prices in the future; He borrowed cash from others to pay the rent. The collateral was the fields of his subordinates who depended on each other. The repayment period was when the new valley appeared next year.It's really like carrying a heavy load and gradually pressing down on a big rock. If you don't fall this year, you will always fall next year and the year after.For all those who fall, there is one recognized way out, to the city, or to Shanghai.They think that what is redundant in those places is work, and what is scattered everywhere is money, so take a pair of hands.You can always get some wages to maintain your life, which is not so extravagant.What a dream of extreme utopia!How did they know that the majority of people in urban areas are being squeezed out of their feet! ——There is also the situation of farmers in the north. Although I have never seen it, I have heard a lot about it.The peasants are no different from the slaves of the landowners; the landowners require the strength of the peasants and the money they need to buy materials for building a fortress.Taxes from the government and friends from the army are like poisonous arrows, all of which are shot directly at the peasants.There were bandits again.What has been planted so hard may be wiped out by a scuffle, and it may not be the same hands that plowed in the future.Their peace of mind has changed, and they have changed to hate the farming that their ancestors have depended on for a living, because taking up farming is like engraving the mark of "criminals in the world", and hundreds of disasters will come to them. Come on!They are willing to abandon farming, abandon their hometown, and go outside to serve as soldiers, as tools for others to fight for power and hegemony; although they have pledged their lives, it is common to collapse before the battle, and there is hope in it; People's suffering, as a soldier, he has the qualification to make others suffer, and when he turns around, the situation is very different, so why not do it?Therefore, in successive years of civil wars, there is no shortage of soldiers, as many as you want, even if the first round of salary is not enough for the rated amount, there are still people vying to serve as soldiers.

When he thought this way, he seemed to see a large number of farmers with sincere appearance and hard work in the world engraved on their foreheads and shoulders. They raised their arms, shook them, and attracted them, like people drowning in the waves. "Is this common in this country?" He looked carefully as if breaking free from a dream, and it turned out to be a few clumps of weeds basking in the sun beside the road. "In this wave, why don't farmers get up? They are too scattered. They should hate Chinese characters. Only those who have nothing to do can learn such difficult characters. Farmers who have worked hard all year round have to There has never been a tool for conveying news; without this tool, of course, they will be isolated from outside news. But they may not necessarily lose to the workers. The workers engage in struggle, and there are internal and dynamic reasons, which are not necessarily in the hearts of farmers. Not really. After chewing deeply on the pain in life, the will to look forward to the light is often very strong, and the power to go to the light is often very great; there is no need to teach, and there is no way to teach, and the driving force lies in life itself."

He couldn't help doubting his own speech, which seemed to be taught by Rilai.When I used to teach in elementary schools, the attitude of preaching was very light, and everything was left to the students to take their own initiative, and he only guided from the side.Now with the workers, his enthusiasm can no longer be strengthened, but he adopts an attitude like teaching a child.He thought that they knew too little and had to start from scratch, and that the method of self-study and counseling was too slow to be suitable for emergencies, so he poured his opinions into their bottles like pouring liquid.The immediate question arises: Do they really know too little?Is their mind really like a blank sheet of paper or a muddy stone?Do I know more than them?Is there any benefit in what I tell them? ...

He shook his head, firmly, and he answered himself with a shake.He thought, only if they have done truly valuable work and produced things necessary for life; now that they know too little, who knows more?They have no free time to spread themselves out to others. It is true that they lack the means of propaganda—words; in fact, they know no less than a well-read person. , and what is known is by no means superficial or hazy.If it is said that those who belong to the well-educated side must be noble and deep, while those who belong to the other side can only be humble and superficial, it is just the boast of those who think they are noble and deep, and it is not the truth of the world.

With a snort from his nose, he unconsciously laughed at his ignorance, as if he felt his torso shrink suddenly, getting smaller and smaller. think they are great. "What am I? I'm at most a character on the side of people who have read enough, let alone not read enough!" A few words passed across his chest like a falcon in the sky, "Chinese people can't be of one mind! If they are of one mind, what are you afraid of?" "Isn't this the day after the day I will never forget, in the rain like bullets, on the side of the road where people gathered, I met the man in his thirties? It was a celebrity or a doctor, no, it was a middle school student Or elementary school students, at least one essay is required; for profound ones, the sages of Western Confucianism wrote a long list, and for simple ones, it is inevitable to check "Ciyuan" several times. But the actual meaning, how much better than that man's words? Isn't it? Half a catty? If there is something that needs to be carefully looked at, even this little meaning can't be expressed clearly. In short, people like that man, they haven't learned liberal textual research, precise rhetoric, they haven't learned a little bit of meaning It is indefensible to draw this way and that way into a large article that can surprise people. The other kind of people have learned what they have not learned, and can embellish the same meaning in countless equally beautiful patterns. .That is to have an education level, that is a high-level Chinese who is respected by foreigners!--what high! What a superficial thing!" Almost even the active female students in the school, even Mi Siyin, who raised her arms and shouted in the street that day, arousing the enthusiasm of the crowd, he thought that humbleness was nothing more than something superficial.He stepped quickly, like a wanderer returning home; he raised his head from time to time and looked ahead, his eyes mirrored the expression of a sailor on a ship looking at the land; some sweat dripped from his forehead, and on the short mustache on his upper lip, he also looked forward. Dotted with a few drops of sweat. "I still want to go, but I have to change my attitude. I can't teach them, my words are all superfluous to them. ——Of course it can't be said that enthusiasm is false, but there should be some use in expressing ideas, and enthusiasm alone is not helpful. ——On the contrary, I have to learn from them. Learn from their simplicity, their vigor, and their vitality that is expressed through actions without needing to be said. If you look at the world with their eyes, the world will be different, right? See? That other appearance should be good for me, at least it can prove that the direction is not wrong, and it will increase the courage to move forward." He imagined that he was a fish, sinking in the sea of ​​"theirs", completely soaked in "theirs"; and "they" were also fishes, swimming with him in a friendly team: he felt that this was a rare joy in the world.He imagined himself to be a bird again, and now in flight, the gloomy woods and misty ground had long since disappeared from sight; before him was a bright clear sky, and the ever-brightening sun smiled welcomingly, and he The end of the flight is exactly this sun!He himself doesn't understand why today's emotions are particularly intense and his mind is particularly developed; he feels that a change has occurred in the subtle parts of the body, although the body is still the same as before. On the right side of the road ahead, there stood three four-story factory buildings. The concrete walls were exposed to sunlight, reflecting a pale white color. All the black iron windows were tightly closed, as if there were countless death row prisoners imprisoned in the middle. On the other side of the factory building is the Huangpu River with rolling yellow waves.At this time, the tide was rising, and the surface of the river was agitating, agitating, as if it was about to rise to the sky.Dozens of masts are clustered in one place, swinging slowly;The buildings on the opposite bank looked very small, like a model house played by a child.Above was a pale blue sky.If you are a person with a leisurely mood, you must feel poetic interest in this simple "Jiangchao Picture", and maybe you will feel deeply like an artist.His mood at this time is definitely not leisurely, so he doesn't care about poetic interest in his eyes. About one or two hundred workers gathered in the field in front of the factory building.They lined up like an army drill.Tiny flags fluttered among them.Direct sunlight shone down on their bodies. After a while, everyone raised their right hands together, looking over like a big yellow stone.At the same time, I heard a solid and majestic cry, "Hold on!" He started running, running towards that direction; a wanderer who has been away for a long time sees the sign of his house, and often runs like that.He is like a fish, like a bird, these kinds of thoughts dominate him, and what he feels is beyond joy.