Chapter 44 Council of the "People"

The eight laps are five days later. During these five days, there was a meeting of cadres in the village, and Hu Tiancheng still put forward the request of the eight circles.He said: "The eight circles have this requirement, let's discuss it." Gen Bao, the village secretary, said, "Everyone is dead, so what do you want?" Someone said: "That's the soul. The newspaper said, 'soul' is a big deal!" Deputy village head Hu Guoshun said: "Tell me to see, people die like a lamp going out, and their eyes blink, but they are nothing. What about this person..."

Hu Erbao said: "Bird! Isn't it just four words? That counts." Someone immediately interrupted him: "Is that four words? That's an honor!" Hearing people say this, Hu Erbao immediately changed his words and said: "That's right, Mr. Quan, he's a bitch. Don't talk about sissy, he still twists and turns when he walks, his fingers are always up, and he doesn't chatter. He doesn't look like a man! According to my grandfather, when he was young, he was a cotton hammer. He walked all the way and played all the way. He seduced women everywhere, so he could make a small scene. Hey, someone likes him..."

Hu Junjun, the head of the sheep farm, said: "According to me, he is an opera singer, and there is nothing wrong with giving him a book. He has never had a woman in his life. Once, I saw him lying on the wall of the toilet secretly. Come on, don’t know what to look at? Speaking of it, it’s so pitiful..." Ma Fengxian, the women's director, rushed to say: "You still say, he is a gangster! I disagree. What is the stage name of Baquan? Do you know what the stage name of Baquan is? It's 'Langbaquan'! Listen to me Is it disgusting? Can it be regarded as a "people's artist"? If you give him a book, then anyone can read it! My father has fed cows all his life, can he read books? When the time comes, give him the book "people's breeder"?"

Jiang Hongdou, the newly appointed Secretary of the Communist Youth League, curled his lips and said, "Is that four words? How can it be just four words?! Mr. Quan, let alone reactionary, he is neither male nor female, what is he?" People Artist'? 'People's Artist' is an honorary title, how glorious! Is that something that ordinary people can use?" Xu Sanni, an old committee member, murmured, "You know what the eight circles used to be best at? "Eighteen Touches" and "Little Widow Going to the Grave". He was best at "Eighteen Touches". Before liberation, as long as he As soon as I got on the stage, my head screamed! Say 18 touches, 18 touches... pure pornographic songs!"

Ma Fengxian immediately said: "Listen, can this be 'People's Artist'?" Someone said in a low voice: "The world doesn't care about the affairs of the underworld. Then he is going there. He is not here. He wants to sing a few lines, so he told me to let him sing. He is not a pure singer either. "Eighteen Touches", he also sang "Li Tianbao Hangs Filial Piety", "Wang Jindou Borrows Grain"..." Ma Fengxian said: "What's the matter over there? It's also a 'Xincun' over there, don't care about it? Tell him to sing whatever he wants? Isn't that right?"

So, the cadres said in unison, no books!This can't be a book! Can the word "people" be written in disorder? At this time, someone suddenly said: "Yes, yes. Just give him the book 'Lang Baquan', isn't that his stage name?" Immediately, "coax", everyone laughed. At this moment, Ma Fengxian said solemnly again: "Let me see, Mr. Quan has a problem with his thinking! Didn't it say in the newspaper that thinking is the soul! Not everyone can write. What if every family makes this request? ? Have to make a rule." Someone said: "We have to think about this matter, otherwise, what if he doesn't leave when the soul is released?"

At this moment, everyone was silent. Hu Tiancheng glanced at everyone and said, "Let's talk about it first, is Uncle Quan qualified enough?" The cadres started yelling at one another.Most people say, not enough!Some said, barely.Some people say that they don't know anything after they die, so you might as well agree to him first... After discussing like this for a while, Hu Tiancheng said: "If you want to talk about it, Uncle Quan still made a contribution. He spent half his life picking dung in the village. It is not an exaggeration to have such a request when he is old. The key is that we have to have a standard. As Fengxian said, there must be a unified standard. Otherwise, you need books for this and books for that, and it will be messy..."

Everyone said, yes, yes. Hu Tiancheng went on to say: "I am not superstitious about this and that. It is just a way of saying that there is no soul. To put it bluntly, respecting the dead is for the living to see. Now that Baquan has proposed , then other people will also bring it up. Now that our "underground new village" has been built, let's do it well. In my opinion, when a person has worked for a lifetime, when he leaves, he should be honored, and he should be honored. , Anyone who has made contributions to Hujiabao should read it out in public at the memorial service, so that the younger generations will know it, and this is also an encouragement to the younger generation. Now, let’s discuss it, shall we?"

Everyone was silent for a while, and someone said with a smile: "This is equivalent to saying that when you report from this new village to that 'new village', you should issue a letter of introduction?" Everyone said: This is good, this is good.Let's go, open a "letter of introduction" and save over there... Ma Fengxian raised his hand suddenly and said: "Yes, yes. I remembered, let's divide it into three levels: golden soul, silver soul, and copper soul. Those who made great contributions will be listed as "golden souls"; those who made general contributions, Just write 'Gintama'; if you made a small contribution, write 'Bronze Soul'..."

Someone immediately said: "Is this not good? This is not good." The head of the pig farm said: "I have an idea, do you think it works? Tell me, what is the seal for? The seal is for it. Let's go, each person writes two sentences, and stamps the big seal of the village. ... Listen to me, three seals are especially good; two seals are better; one seal..." Someone snapped and said, "No, no. Do you think you are selling meat? Stamp each one of them?! Isn't this nonsense?!" Jiang Hongdou blushed at first, and said: "Hubo said, you need to use your brain more when you encounter problems. As for me, I am thinking too much, and I don't know if I can come up with an idea. Isn't it civilized now? Everything is four-star, five-star, can we make a 'five-star soul'? I haven't considered it yet, and it's just a suggestion."

At this moment, someone ran up in a panic and said, "Master Quan is about to fail. He said that he will not make it difficult for the cadres. If the 'People's Artist' cannot be approved, forget it. Think about it, this 'People' It's serious, so it doesn't matter if you don't read it. He said that he is an entertainer even if he is good at writing. If he can write, he might as well write "Eight Circles of an Artist" in the book. He said that he is not ashamed..." Everyone listened, you looked at me, I looked at you, they all looked at each other.Then, they all looked at Hu Tiancheng again.Hu Tiancheng said: "Speaking of it, there is nothing wrong with Eight Circles, he is considered a good person." At this time, people said in unison: good man, good man. So, people are reminded of the benefits of eight laps.Since Baquan returned to the village, it has become a "joke" for people.At that time, everyone knew that he was an "actor" and a "four types of elements".However, no one has seen him sing.He obviously knows how to sing opera, but after he came back, he didn't even hum. What people heard were just some legends.The eight circles that people see are just eight circles picking dung.Later, in the long days, the Eight Circles almost became a landscape in the village.Whenever he appeared in the village street carrying a pair of dung buckets, people couldn't help laughing.At that time, a broken mask was always covering his mouth.No matter the weather is cold or hot, he will hold such a broken mask unswervingly.The mask was black and dirty, like a muzzle worn on a bull's head, it looked neither fish nor fowl.What's even more ridiculous is his posture of picking shit.For a while, as soon as he came out of the toilet with a load of excrement, people shouted excitedly: "Look, eight circles are out! Eight circles are out!" Eight laps of walking with dung pickers trembled everywhere, like a willow tree emitting a foul smell.His steps have always been fragmented, as if someone was pinching his feet, fluttering, fluttering, not only toes, but also heels, making people wonder that he walked with the soles of his feet.His waist is soft and soft, obviously carrying a load of excrement, but it looks like a pretty daughter-in-law hanging out with relatives. His buttocks swing very widely, hanging from left to right, from left to right, and when he hangs to the left, his head tilts. Twisting to the right, swinging the head to the left when hanging to the right, the little buttocks do not seem to grow on a human body, but rather like two lumps of cotton hammers, making people worry about bouncing.One of the two arms was on the shoulder pole, and it was fine if it was on the shoulder pole, but his five fingers were sticking up, making a disgusting look.Knowledgeable people say that it is called "orchid finger".But the "orchid finger" with eight rings is different from the one in the play. The "orchid finger" with eight rings is more muddy, not like a human hand. He said that he could make seven kinds of flower shapes back then.The other arm is not swinging, it is dancing, turning it over and over again, as if the sleeve is very long, flinging it for a while, and then retracting it for a while, as if there is a bird hidden in the sleeve, flying out for a while, and flying back for a while ...The finger here, forked slightly, just keeps turning, making people's eyes dazzled. For some reason, the militia company commander at that time, Hu Dunzi, hated him the most. He often followed him quietly, and kicked his ass unexpectedly, saying: "Look at what the old society has made of Renri. !" Baquan turned to look at him, and said in a low voice, "Dunzi, did I offend you?" Hu Dunzi said, "Your mother, what are you crazy about? Every day makes me angry!" Baquan blinked, not understanding him What do you mean, I dare not say anything more. The best part of the eight laps was his hands, one was his foot when he stepped into the toilet.At that time, the toilets in the village were all simple, made of earthen walls, separated by a wall, and the characters for "male" and "female" were painted on the walls with lime, which became men's and women's toilets.There is no door in this kind of toilet. In order to prevent pigs from arching, a few wooden sticks are always tied to block it.The pig-proof wooden fence is more than one foot high, so every time the eight circles go to the toilet to pick up manure, they must first step over the fence.As a result, this span became the unique skill of eight laps.Whenever he takes this step, he always retreats a long way first, takes a deep breath, holds the empty excrement bucket, twists his body in the posture of a little girl, trots slowly, and reads: Saying "Kick, Kick, Kick, Kick... Kick!" The last sound of "Kick" was very long, and suddenly "Golden Rooster was independent", standing on the wooden stick that was used as a fence, with one foot even Kick it backwards, and lean forward with your body flat, trembling like a swallow flying!After standing still for a while, he hung his waist and twisted his body from the wooden stick.He was already in his sixties at that time, and this "kick" often made people dumbfounded!Someone asked him, "Uncle Quan, what are you doing?" He was dumb and didn't say anything.Later, he said to someone in private: "What do you know? This is called 'Maidai Shangxiulou'." Then he hurriedly said, "Slap, slap. This is the 'Four Olds'." Another skill of the Eight Circles is his needlework.But Baquan never admitted that it was needlework. Baquan said it was called "female red".The eight circles of "female reds" are made by squatting against the south wall of the toilet.When the weather was warm, eight circles who picked up dung often squatted in the sun to mend his torn jacket.When mending his coat, he always pulls a long piece of thread, the needle is a small embroidery needle, and the thread is clean red thread. The small needle is pinched in his hand, and every movement is done carefully. There are rhythms and rhythms, and they are patchwork, pierced in carefully, pulled out long, twisted a flower head for a while, and a flower head for a while, and the fingers moved softly, picking, turning, twisting, and buckling. Make a small figure of naive, charming, coquettish, and shy with your hands!If you look closely (just look at the posture of your hands), it looks like a young lady embroidering flowers; if you look at it from a distance, it is clearly two flirting turtledoves kissing... If a woman with a trouser belt comes out of the toilet , Seeing it, I couldn't help but spit on the wall, cursing in my heart: Bah, you're so cheap!But at this time, at the bottom of the wall opposite the toilet, there are always piles of men squatting to bask in the warmth.Clearly, those guys are "sunning warm", but in fact, those eyes are piercing, and they are all looking at eight circles to be "female reds"!Seeing and watching, everyone said: "What a fucking disgusting person!" However, in those days, these unspeakable scandals in the eight circles became the most attractive scenery in Hujiapu ... Now, the days of eight laps are numbered.Before leaving, he wanted a hat of "People's Artist".This does not seem to be bookable.Since "People's Artists" cannot be written, then "Lang Baquan" must not be written.If the book is lost, not only the people who lost the eight laps, but also Hujiapu's reputation will be ruined.So, the cadres all said, no, this is not good.If there are "eight circles of waves" in the real book, it is better not to have a book. So much discussion came and went, but nothing came out of the discussion.Later someone said: "It would be good if the eight circles had to give birth to a woman." Everyone also said: "Yes. If Mr. Quan was a woman, it would be easy." In the end, people were waiting for Hu Tiancheng to speak, but he squinted his eyes and didn't say a word. At this moment, another person ran in quickly and said out of breath, "Master Quan died!..." The cadres were taken aback, and suddenly stood up, only to hear Hu Tiancheng say sullenly, "Let's end the meeting." Two days later, when the person was buried, the number engraved on the eight-circle tombstone was: 311.