Chapter 4 Non-problem question-1

Anyone who comes here - Shuhua Farm - must feel that there is no war in the world, and the bombing, massacre, and death brought about by war.In terms of scenery alone, this place is really worthy of being called the Taoyuan in troubled times.In front is the river that has just turned from a small gorge. The river water is always so clear and green in winter and spring that people are willing to jump into it.There are hills behind it.There is nothing on the mountain, except for clumps of green bamboo and dwarf trees. There are often patches of ocher in the gaps between the bamboo and trees, as if they were stained by a painter.

In the halfway of the hill, the green area, with one or two white walls and two or three roof ridges exposed in the green, is Shuhua Farm.The small ferry on the river is about half a mile away from the farm. Even if the passengers on the boat are going in the opposite direction, they often turn their heads and look at this beautiful place.If they go up the sloping slope, they must point to the farm, because the half-yellow tangerines on the tree or the red apples always attract people's attention and want to praise them a few times.When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, or when everyone is on vacation, the ladies and gentlemen in the city sometimes take a visit to the Shuhua Farm as an elegant gesture, but the beauty of this farm is probably still somewhat small. Among the essays and short poems.

A farm must not be set up just for fun: we cannot, then, flatter the landscape to the detriment of more practical matters.In fact, there is no problem with the water used by Shuhua Farm, because the river is right under its feet.There is no problem with the shipment of the product.It is only more than 30 miles away from Chongqing City. You can take a boat in the river, and there are small roads along the river.Its equipment is quite impressive: there are duck and goose ponds, rabbit cages, flower beds, vegetable gardens, cattle and sheep pens, and orchards.Duck eggs, fresh flowers, vegetables, fruits, cow and goat milk...all are exactly what a city like Chongqing needs.Moreover, it was established in the year of the Anti-Japanese War: after the Anti-Japanese War, the population of Chongqing increased day by day; therefore, the things needed, such as green vegetables and other things produced by Shuhua Farm, naturally increased day by day.Making money is no problem.

Not far to the left from the ramp on the ferry, there are some red stones that have not been completely weathered, and a few clumps of thin bamboo grow beside the stones.When we arrived at the bamboo grove, we came to the narrow and clear stone road of the farm.Not far from the bamboo grove, there are two green pine trees facing each other. On the pine trees are two roughly planed wooden signs with the words "Shuhua Farm" painted in white.On the side of the stone road, on the side of the river, there are flowers; people can slowly move their eyes from the various colors of the flowers to the emerald green river.On the side of the mountain are many upright fan-shaped grape trellises, behind which are various fruit trees.After walking the cobblestone road, there is a not very high but rather wide rattan frame, which is the gate of the farm, and the two official characters "Shuhua" are engraved on the horizontal plaque.After entering the door, you can often see a few pieces of soft and light feathers of ducks and geese on the green grass or on the gravel road, because the pond of ducks and geese is on the left.The duck here is pure white and plump, the real Peking duck.Facing the duck pond is a plain dam, full of flowers and vegetables.At the end of the dam, covered by bamboo trees, is the office.This is a very sturdy and elegant two-story building, and the fragrance of flowers and fruits always fills every corner of the building.The cattle and sheep pens and the workers' huts are behind the building, and lambs cry mournfully from time to time.

For these kinds of equipment, the teaching farm needs at least 20 workers.However, in terms of its production capacity and the good sales of its products, it should make money in addition to all expenses.Whether it is an insider or an outsider, as long as they have seen this farm, they probably would not imagine that this is a business that loses money. However, Shuhua Farm lost money. When it was founded, of course, money had to be put into the "inside".However, chickens, ducks, vegetables, fresh flowers, milk of cows and goats, all of which can make some figures in terms of profits do not take a long time.According to an expert's calculation, if the second year is not very smooth, at the latest at the beginning of the third year, you can definitely make a profit.

However, the loss of Shuhua Farm was in the third year after its establishment.During the first shareholder meeting in the third year, the field manager and the shareholders were all stunned at the account books for a long time. Losing some money, the factory manager doesn't care at all, he is just one of the major shareholders, and was elected by everyone to be the factory manager.He has many other ventures that are much bigger than this farm.However, even if he doesn't care about losing money for this small business, even if he goes to the courtyard and looks at the delicious flowers and plants, he forgets about losing money. Now—at the shareholders' meeting— — After all, it's a little uncomfortable.He is confident that he is an expert, he can make money everywhere, and he is an industrialist admired by everyone.Farm losing money?It hurt his pride.It doesn't matter if he loses some money or the shareholders lose some money: it's just that he can't get down!This matters more than anything!As for the shareholders, most of them can stand together with the field manager and call for brothers and sisters.Their reputation, capital, and ability may not be as good as the field manager, but in terms of compensation of 8,000 yuan, if the field manager can hold his breath, it is inconvenient for them to make more noise.A very small number of shareholders really want to invest and make some money, but it is inconvenient for them to ask questions first, because they have few shares and their status is low. If they speak with thick necks and red tendons, they may offend the director and major shareholders Folks—this, I'm afraid it's a bigger loss than losing some money.

In fact, if everyone would open the window and tell the truth, they could immediately and unanimously point out the reasons for the loss.The reason is simple, they use the wrong people.The head of the farm, even though he is the head of the farm, cannot, will not, will not, and disdains to come to the farm to supervise and guide everything.Shareholders will not come to see it ten or eight times-they only want to take a hike during the meeting, which can not only enjoy the scenery of the countryside, but also drink two cups of wine with old friends, and incidentally You can also reveal the identity of the shareholders.Except for a few small shareholders, most of the people received the notice of the meeting, as if they were looking for clothes for the festival in the box, and accidentally found a roll of banknotes that they couldn't remember how to put there—" Ugh, there's something interesting here!"

The person actually responsible for the farm is Ding Wuyuan, Director Ding. Ding Wuyuan, Director Ding, has managed this farm for half a year.The farm lost money in this half year. Even the director of the factory and the shareholders know that if they blurt out the truth, they will definitely say "the reason for the loss is—" and point their fingers at Ding Wuyuan!Ding Wuyuan was sitting beside him.However, no one's mouth moved, and their fingers naturally couldn't stretch out. Among them, the company manager and the shareholders, who hasn't eaten the farm's Peking duck, fat hen from Italy, pine flowers with amber hearts, and duck eggs so big that children can jump up?Who hasn't put the large branches of sweet-scented osmanthus, wintersweet, red and white plum blossoms, and large peonies, peonies and camellias from the farm in their bottles?Who hasn't filled Shandong Chinese cabbage, emerald green rapeseed and tender peas on their plates?

Who gave these things to them?Ding Wuyuan! Besides, whoever's family has an affair, isn't Director Ding the first to come to help?Who had an unpleasant accident, but Director Ding, like a god of joy descending from the sky, turned the big thing into a small one, and turned it into nothing? Yes, Director Ding is sitting here.But who would stick out a finger to poke him? The shareholders' meeting did not discuss any liability issues or remedies.When the banquet prepared by Director Ding was exhausted, everyone could only pat him on the shoulder and say "the meeting is over successfully".

Where is Ding Wuyuan from?Nobody knows.He is a fellow of all people—Chinese and foreign alike.His language is also worthy of his native place. He will use the simplest words in the places he has been to, such as "what" and "want" in Sichuan, "wuha" in Shanghai, "malabazi" in Peking "... They are all beautifully linked together and become an original "Mandarin"; sometimes half of "Gude" or "Yesi" is added to add a little exotic flavor. In his forties, with a medium build, his face is a bit fat, and his flesh is shiny. Ding Wuyuan is not a handsome man, but rather a likable one.The shiny muscles on his face have already made people happy at first sight. Coupled with a pair of eyes full of radiance, looking forward, and an expression that changes at any time, he is not only lovable, but also You can trust him.The most admirable display of his genius was his clothes.His robe, no matter it is silk or cloth, no matter it is single or cotton, is always new and half old, which makes people feel comfortable at first glance; it is always slightly wider than his figure, so he hangs his hands It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you put your hands in your hands, or even better with your hands behind your back, always have a calm demeanor.The collar and cuffs of his coat are always as white as snow; in this way, even if there is a little oil stain on the coat, or there is a slight crease on the lapel, the collar and sleeves of his snow-white underwear will make people believe that he is the favorite. clean people.He always wears dress shoes with thick white soles, and there are silk belts tied on the trousers; when he walks fast, the white soles and trembling leg straps will appear light and graceful; when he walks slowly, he will appear graceful and elegant.The gown, canvas shoes, and silk trouser straps were too old-fashioned, so he inserted a parker and a bright white pencil under the collar to reconcile them.He was talking all the time without saying anything. "Yes", "Do you want it", "Okay", these small words were inserted in the middle of other people's words, as if he had said a lot.When necessary, he also kept these small words, and only rolled his eyes, or bit his lips lightly, or flicked a little dust off his clothes.These small actions show concern, sympathy, and intentions, which are much more effective than words.When encountering major events, he always categorically came to such a conclusion——no problem, absolutely!After saying this, he put down the question and chatted about other things, so that the other party's worries and concerns were immediately forgotten.When the other party said goodbye satisfactorily, he would fall asleep and sleep for three or four hours; when he woke up, he had completely forgotten about that absolutely no problem.It wasn't until that person came again that he remembered that there had been such a thing before, and sent the other person away sincerely.Things, as usual, were pushed aside.And when the man was on the verge of pissing him off, he would use the produce of the farm to keep his friend still on his terms.Everything in the world is absolutely fine, because he doesn't do it at all.

He eats well, dresses comfortably, sleeps soundly, and never worries.He has absolutely no ideals, so he has no way to worry about it.He saw nothing wrong with being perfunctory to each other.He only knows that perfunctory can solve everything, at least it can make him carefree, with a fat and bright face.Any means that can make things perfunctory, are excellent means.As soon as he got the post of farm director, he was surrounded by aunts, uncles and uncles, and he immediately became the savior of these people.I had no choice but to perfunctory one by one.As a result, some experienced staff and workers were immediately "sent off" by him, and the uncle and uncle's uncle became angels protecting the law.Occupied the paradise on earth. The employees and gardeners who were not fired wanted to resign.However, Director Ding didn't give them a chance to speak.They told him in writing, but he didn't even read it.So, everyone wanted to leave without saying goodbye.However, when it was time to go out of the farm, everyone's opinions were not very consistent.After the new director arrived, he didn't ask anything, but within two days, he remembered everyone's names by heart and knew their places of origin. "Old Zhang!" Director Ding's most emotional eyes shot into Lao Zhang's heart like two ultraviolet rays, "Are you from Guangyuan? Folks! You just want it!" Director Ding disarmed Lao Zhang . "Old Xie!" Director Ding patted Lao Xie's shoulder with his fleshy and hot hands, "Ouch, Enshi? What a place! Folks! Do you want it!" So, Lao Xie also disarmed. Most of the old people were moved in this way, and it is unreasonable to regard the decision to "leave without saying goodbye" as a momentary impulse.The few who were more determined, seeing that most of their friends had withdrawn from the army, it was inconvenient to say anything, although they were still a little bit uneasy.When Director Ding's fat hand also patted their shoulders, they felt that they could almost atone for their childish and presumptuous actions by serving him. "Director Ding is a friend!" Even if it is inconvenient to say this sentence, it often flies in everyone's mind, like a bird out of the cage, reluctant to leave.Everyone's trust in Director Ding has grown with time.No matter big or small, as long as you ask Director Ding, Director Ding will not blink or hesitate before agreeing.Before they finished their request, Director Ding had already said five "needs".In fact, Director Ding was entrusted with no difficulty.Let's say he was going into town--he used to go into town--he was asked to bring some bars of soap.The people who entrusted him thought that Director Ding was a shrewd person and would be able to buy excellent things at extremely cheap prices.As for Director Ding, when he arrived in the city, he walked into the biggest shop and picked up a few pieces of the most expensive soap.When I brought it back, I surprised my friends when I told the price. "The goods are authentic," Director Ding wanted to explain clearly, "You know! If you pay more, you can go to a big shop to buy it, and you can't suffer! You don't want it, I still use it! What do you do?" How can I not, my friend had no choice but to Take the things over and thank you repeatedly. Everyone still trusts him.When they were thinking secretly, they had to ask: Did you bring something with you?Brought it.Then people did not break their promise.Things are expensive, but good.Who doesn't know how to buy things from a big shop with no second price, why bother him?However, since he is entrusted to him, is he—the dignified director Ding—a person who is crowded in a small stall to fight for money and bargain?This can only be blamed on myself, not Director Ding. Slowly, people in the field heard again: Director Ding is doing the same thing for the field director and shareholders.Regardless of whether it is a "three days" or a "full moon", Director Ding will definitely come when he hears about it. When he comes, he has to do things by him.Tobacco, if you can buy "Fortress", you can buy "Fortress", and if you can buy "Three Five", it is "Three Five".Wine, even if you can't find "Maotai" and "Guifei", at least it is Mianzhu Daqu.Food, vomit, let alone the food, even the candy must be from Guanshengyuan, the hosts can't be picky.It's true, Director Ding's tricks are too big; however, he made faces for his masters.The master was speechless, and couldn't help admiring that Director Ding had seen the world.Sometimes, the housewives wanted to express their dissatisfaction because Director Ding was too extravagant, but the gifts that Director Ding sent and his hospitality to them prevented them from opening their mouths.Since they kept silent, the men felt that everything was done reasonably, and regarded Director Ding as a great person.In this way, since Director Ding has status in the eyes of the farm director and shareholders, people on the farm dare not criticize anything; even if they suffer from him, it seems that they should. When Director Ding served as the director for two months, not only did everyone not want to resign, but they were also very afraid of being resigned.They would rather flatter and flatter him than lose their status.The people brought by Director Ding didn't do anything because they didn't know how to work.Although the original workers and employees dare not openly sabotage their work, it is also inconvenient for them to work eight hours a day as before.They automatically changed from eight hours to seven hours, and slowly changed to six hours, five hours.When the director came into town, they simply rested all day.After much rest, I felt bored and flustered, so mahjong and Pai Gow came into being; the cattle and sheep were so hungry that they couldn't suppress everyone's laughter and the sound of playing cards.Once, when everyone was having a good time betting, they suddenly raised their heads, and at some point Director Ding was standing behind Lao Zhang unknowingly!Everyone was stunned! "Go on, it's okay!" Director Ding's expression and tone immediately made everyone's eyes a little wet. "Work is work, and play is play! Old Zhang, that 80,000 card is well played, and it is worth it!" Everyone's spirits, as if they had just scored a slam, cheered up.Some people were so touched that their fingers trembled. Everyone let the director join.In any case, the director refused to disrupt the original situation.It wasn't until the four laps were over that he was pulled back by everyone and reorganized. "There is no distinction between big and small in the casino. If you win, you take it away. If you lose, you accept your fate. Don't say that I am the director, who is the gardener!" The director rolled up his snow-white sleeves and said with a smile.Everyone has no objection. "It's still such a big game, but if you add ten yuan to the Wangzi, you can do it yourself?" Everyone had no objection.A new game begins.The director played his cards well.Not only is it good, but the brand is of high quality. When playing cards, he didn't say a word, not even saying "won't".He played the cards himself, and gently pushed down the cards as if apologetic.When someone else wins, he smiles and almost respectfully sends the chips over.Out of ten times, he always won money eight times, but the more he won, the more he was loved by everyone; it seemed that everyone would rather lose money to the director than just win a few others.It seems an honor to lose money to Director Ding. In practice, however, glory is not as useful as money.Once you lose all your money, you have to think of another way to make money.Everyone knows that the income obtained from normal work has a fixed amount.Pointing to the monthly salary to compete with Director Ding is unreasonable.Although there is no design committee created, everyone is thinking about ideas, ideas about the farm.Ideas are easy to come up with, but the courage to execute them is hard to come by.However, thanks to Director Ding, he hinted to everyone that the things on the farm can be disposed of freely.Didn't you see that Director Ding enjoyed the products produced by the farm casually, and gave them away casually.This is the case with Director Ding, and the same is true of the "soldiers" brought by Director Ding, so why should others be extra polite? As a result, the fat geese, ducks and chickens in Shuhua Farm suddenly stopped working and stopped laying eggs. This may almost slander this group of conscientious animals, but the income from the eggs is absolutely invisible in the farm's account books .Of course, you can still see Shuhua's famous duck eggs outside - used for hatching ducklings - but the price is three times higher.People looking for good duck breeds whispered among themselves: "Shuhua's stuffed duck eggs can only be obtained through favors." In this sentence, Lao Zhang, Lao Xie, and Lao Li have all become dignitaries entrusted . After the egg shortage, the chicken and duck houses built according to scientific methods lost their scientific effectiveness.Weasels made a big fuss at Shuhua Farm, losing one or two big chickens or fat ducks every night.Sometimes, weasels come out to do evil during the day, and when they are most rampant, even calves and lambs are taken; what a big weasel! The production of flowers, vegetables, and fruits has not diminished, because the workers know that not working at all is to kill themselves.After they lose their bet and get enough sleep, they automatically work hard, not for the public, but for themselves.However, although the output has not decreased much, the income of the farm is much worse than before.Fruits and vegetables are said to be plagued by insects.As for the fruit, it needs to be picked and shipped, so as not to damage the reputation of the farm.I don't know why those unselected fruits seemed to be bigger and more beautiful, but they were transported away first.No one can tell the truth, but everyone likes to do it.As for the vegetables, let’s take the most famous Chinese cabbage. When it’s time to board the boat, the three catties will become a catty or more. - They were all peeled off, washed, and bundled into handfuls to be transported away and sold as "pig vegetables".This kind of pig dish has a high price in the market. Director Ding seemed to know about these things, but he didn't give any indication. Even if he was awake and could hear clearly when there was a weasel at night, he would not lose his identity and come out to see.When someone comes to report the next morning, he will reply in a smooth voice: "I heard that too, I am the most alert in my sleep!" If he is happy, he will continue to tell many stories about the weasel and how alert he is at night. When the weasel was pulled away and turned into braised or stewed chicken and duck in front of him, he would never mention the weasel again, but only talked about cooking problems and experience. While talking, he put the fattest piece of duck Pick it up and give it to others: "Such a fat duck is not tasty enough if it is grilled on the stove; it is not suitable for stewing, but the soup is still good!" He tasted two mouthfuls of the soup generously.If the workers offered him money—for example, the money for selling pig vegetables—he would never accept it. "We have no ranks here, we are all friends; but the director is the director after all, and he can't eat pig's money! Let's play a few laps at night! Do you want it?" He replied affectionately, "Yes!" The word "get" is extremely long.After playing a few rounds of mahjong, at least eight-tenths of everyone's pig food money went into the director's pocket.When collecting the money, he also humbly stated: "Our cards are all similar, and no one can be said to be good. My brother Sun Hongying only plays once a month, which is enough for half a year. The others He knows how to play poker! If you don’t believe me, if you give him a director, he won’t do anything, just play small poker once a month is enough!” Qin Miaozhai has called himself the number one talented person in Ningxia since he was fifteen.When I was in my twenties, I saw that the word "talented scholar" was out of fashion, so I changed it to the number one artist in the country.According to himself, he can sculpt, paint, play the guqin and piano, compose poems, novels, and plays: an all-around artist.However, no one has seen him sculpt, draw, play the piano, or write articles. In normal times, he considers himself an artist, and others call him an artist casually, which is fine.During the Anti-Japanese War, it was the so-called time when the country was in chaos to show its loyal ministers. Whether it was an artist or a scientist, he had to show his true ability to serve the country, but Mr. Qin Miaozhai could not show anything.This is nothing.If he is willing to learn with an open mind, maybe he may have a little genius, learn to draw two strokes, or write some simple and popular characters to promote the War of Resistance, or simply give up the dream of genius, and do it down-to-earth. Teachers in elementary schools, or serve in institutions, can still be regarded as doing my best.But he is unwilling to learn, unwilling to endure hardships, but just wants to be an empty artist in a precarious manner. After the Anti-Japanese War, he also joined the anti-Japanese groups of artists.But soon he calmed down and stopped going to meetings.Because in his mind, since he is the number one artist, he should take the leading position in various groups.Those groups, however, did not honor him.They seem to say this to him and to all those who are fond of fame: Whoever is willing to contribute to the work of the War of Resistance is a good friend; on the contrary, whoever takes advantage of the limelight to gain a little fame and vanity, whoever quits early .Qin Miaozhai withdrew.However, he is unwilling to be lonely.He felt that such a retreat was not because of his shallowness and hypocrisy, but because of his outstanding ability, which was not tolerated by those who were jealous of him.He wanted to be unique, set up some kind of group by himself, and experienced the addiction of leadership.This failed again, and no one would listen to his call.After that, he spent a lot of thinking and came up with two words for himself: Qinggao.When he was chatting with others or moaning alone, he would proudly use these two words to obliterate everything and elevate himself: "What are the average self-proclaimed artists today? For nothing, except Qian! Who really knows what is noble?" He pointed his nose at his chest and nodded slightly. "Even the professor is not noble, don't the professor get a salary?..." But "How do you live? Where does your money come from?" Someone asked him bluntly. "I, I," he was a little embarrassed, and could not answer: "My dad gave it to me!" Yes, Qin Miaozhai’s father is a rich man.However, he refused to give money to his son happily.This makes Qin Miaozhai often feel pain.If he hadn't been asked anxiously by others, he would not have said "father" easily.It was mentioned occasionally that he almost wanted to add the most powerful adjective - not lofty - to his father as well! According to the wishes of old man Qin, Miao Zhai should marry a wife who knows the three obediences and four virtues, and then take care of the property at home without hesitation.If Miao Zhai can do it this way, even taking two puffs of opium will cause many smile lines to appear on the old man's face.However, the rich old man and the talented son seem to be natural enemies.Miao Zhai doesn't listen to orders.He wanted to write poems, draw pictures, and—what saddened the old man most—he didn't want to sit at home.The old man had no choice but to squeeze the money as much as possible.Even though Miaozhai's ordinary letters, express letters, and telegrams all came to urge money, the old man still did not remit the "snack fee" to his son until the beginning of the month without emotion.This amount of money is not enough to pay off the debt in Miao Zhai's hands.Our poets are feeling severe oppression.Go earn money, it doesn't feel interesting, and you don't have any skills; don't earn money, that unscrupulous father is so stingy!Since he was financially oppressed, he hoped to be active in the art world to give him some spiritual comfort.And people in the art world were so indifferent to him!He was very discouraged.Sometimes, he wanted to imitate Qu Yuan and throw his genius and body into the river.Throwing into the river is a more difficult thing to do.So, he changed his mind and planned to be a young Tao Yuanming. "It would be best to retire! Excellent!" he said to himself. "Everyone in the world is filthy and I am alone! I can only retire and have nothing else to say!" Tall, with a long face, hair like a thick mane, long and messy, hanging around his neck.Although he is tall, he doesn't seem to have many bones inside. When he walks, he twists and turns like a big lobster.Eyes are lifeless, and Ai closes for a moment when she needs her attention most, as if dreaming all the time. Dreaming like a dream, Qin Miaozhai came to Shuhua Farm by accident.He didn't know whether it was to appreciate the beautiful scenery or he was tired from walking, he sighed at a small pine, and then closed his eyes for a while. It was about one o'clock in the morning. There were a few wisps of autumn clouds in the sky, and the sun shone through the gaps in the clouds. Under the clouds, there was some fog that had not been completely blown away by the breeze.The river water is still generally yellow, only the water in Jiangchazi has quietly turned green.The leaves of the grapes are about to fall off, and the camellia has already protruded some red petals.Qin Miaozhai found a rock near the duck pond and sat down lazily.Looking at the mountains, rivers, flowers, and grass in his surroundings, he felt sad for a while.Suddenly he felt very homesick, and seemed to want to compose a poem or two, as if he was a little hurt... At this time, his emotions were extremely complicated, so complicated that he had all the emotions, and he seemed to be at a loss.After sitting for a long time, he suddenly found something that could be expressed in words in his complicated and chaotic mood. "I should live here!" he whispered to himself.Although this sentence is so short, there is infinite emotion in it.Leaving home, offending my father, not achieving success, not achieving fame... I just ended up retiring alone in a foreign land, wanting to live in this quiet place!He stared blankly at the big white duck in the pond. The white feathers, golden soles, and flat waxed beak made his heart more confused, more hollow, and more sad.These white ducks are alive, yes; but why are they alive?Just like Qin Miaozhai, who was born to me, I have talents, ambitions, and ideals, but what's the use of them?Thinking of this, he suddenly, almost involuntarily, stood up.He hates this world, hates this world that doesn't make him famous!Even those big white ducks are hateful!Inadvertently, he took off a handful of leaves, crushed them, and threw them on the ground.He swears that he will write a few articles well and heartily, and scold those famous painters, musicians, and writers as worthless!Those unscrupulous things! He walked towards the office building, as if saying in his heart: "I want to scold them! Right here, here, write an article scolding them!" Director Ding had just finished washing up, and his face was a little happy that he had won money again during the night.He wants to get some fresh air in the yard.Leisurely, with his hands in his cuffs, like a poet picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, he walked out slowly. At the door, he was almost hit by Qin Miaozhai.Qin Miaozhai, like a big lobster, dodged to the side; walked in as usual.He hates this world, touching people is the same as touching a stone or a tree, only unpleasant, there is no need for politeness or apology. Director Ding, sophisticated and serene, looked at this reckless young lobster with a smile. "Who are you looking for?" He asked softly. Qin Miaozhai was slightly taken aback, but did not answer him. Director Ding seemed to be talking to himself, "Probably a painter." Qin Miaozhai's ears seemed to be specially designed to listen to such words, she stood up suddenly, turned back, and almost shouted, "What did you say?" Director Ding didn't know whether his words were right or wrong, but he couldn't retract or change his words.Chi paused, but still smiled: "I said, you are probably a painter." "Painter? Painter?" Lobster asked, leaning forward, his dreaming eyes widened. Mr. Ding didn't know how to answer, so he just said ah ah twice. Some hot tears welled up in the corners of Miao Zhai's eyes, and the hot saliva from his mouth sprayed onto Director Ding's face: "Painter, I am—a painter, how do you know?" He seemed exhausted at this point, as if he was about to faint He looked around, swayed, groped, found a small stool, sat down, and closed his eyes. Director Ding was still smiling, but inexplicably, and took two steps forward.Before reaching Miao Zhai's side, Miao Zhai's eyes opened. "Tell you, I'm not only a painter, but also an all-around artist! I can do it!" He stood up and put his right hand on Director Ding's shoulder. "You are my confidant! As long as you often call me an artist, I will have a life! The parents who gave birth to me, the one who knows me—who are you?" "Me?" Director Ding replied with a smile. "Little gardener!" "gardener?" "I'm in charge of this farm!" Director Ding stopped laughing. "What's your last name?" asked bluntly. "Qin Miaozhai, artist Qin Miaozhai. Remember, the artist and Qin Miaozhai have always shouted together; once separated, the artist and I will cease to exist!" "Ouch!" Director Ding's smile returned to his face, and entered In the hall, the eyes swept around - there were calligraphy and paintings of some people on the wall.These calligraphy and paintings are not very clever, nor are they very ugly.In the eyes of Director Ding, they all have a strange meaning, at least it is better to hang here than to have nothing on the walls.However, he also has a biased eye. He loves the rectangular, lithographed anti-war gate god because the colors are bright and "really" meaningful.His eyes rested on the patch of color. Following Director Ding's eyes, Miao Zhai also saw those calligraphy and paintings, and he stopped his eyes on the Anti-Japanese War painting.When those colors were distinctly imprinted on his heart, he felt nauseated, as if he was going to have a sudden rash, the pores all over his body were pricked by needles, and he broke out in a cold sweat.Gathering his mind, he grabbed Mr. Ding and rushed towards the painting that disgusted him.With trembling fingers, like a small gun standing upright, he pointed at the pile of colors: "Is this called painting? Is this called painting? Using the Anti-Japanese War to deceive art, you should be killed! You should be killed!" They were torn off, shredded very quickly, thrown on the ground, and rubbed vigorously with their feet, as if they had trampled all the anti-Japanese artists across the country on the soil.He let out a sigh of relief. Before he had time to stop Miao Zhai's actions, Director Ding only said a series of "ah" in different tones! Miao Zhai still had lingering anger, and swept his fingers across the four walls: "This is all wrong! Everything is wrong!" Director Ding hurriedly blocked him, afraid that he would tear it up again.But Miao Zhai smiled proudly: "It doesn't matter if you talk about it, I will paint it for you! I will paint you the green river, the ocher mountain, the red camellia, and the snow-white duck! There are so many beautiful things in the world. Why are you just painting, writing, and singing about the bloody war of resistance? Bastard! I want to write a few articles first, cursing, cursing those things that insult art. Then, I want to organize a group of real artists to advocate together— — Advocate — Qing Gao School, let’s use this name for now, the art of Qing Gao School! I think you must agree?” “Me?” Director Ding didn’t know how to answer. "Of course you agree! We will recommend you to be the chairman! We are here to paint, entertain, and write articles!" "It's right here?" Director Ding felt a little uncomfortable on his face, and touched it with his hand. "It's here! I won't leave today!" Miao Zhai's mouth splashed mercury, "Think about it, rent this hall to me, my father has money, I will give you as much as you want. Then , our artists will design for you, turning this farm into the most beautiful art home, an art paradise! How wonderful! How wonderful!" Director Ding seemed to get a little inspiration.He casually used "required" and "good" in his mouth to perfunctory, but he had an abacus in his heart.在那次股东会上，虽然股东们对他没有什么决定的表示，可是他自己看得清清楚楚，大家对他多少有点不满意。他应当把事情调整一下，教大家看看，他不是没有办法的人。是呀，这里的大厅闲着没有用，楼上也还有三间空房，为什么不租出去，进点租钱呢？况且这笔租金用不着上账；即使教股东们知道了，大家还能为这点小事来质问吗？right!他决定先试一试这位艺术家。 “秦先生，这座大厅咱们大家合用，楼上还有三间空房，你要就得都要，一年一万块钱，一次交清。” 妙斋闭了眼，“好啦，一言为定！我给爸爸打电报要钱。”“什么时候搬进来？”丁主任有点后悔。交易这么容易成功，想必是要少了钱。但是，再一想，三间房，而且在乡下，一万元应当不算少。管它呢，先进一万再说别的！“什么时候搬进来？” “现在就算搬进来了！” “啊？”丁主任有点悔意了。“难道你不去拿行李什么的？”“没有行李，我只有一身的艺术！”妙斋得意地哈哈地笑起来。 "What about the rent?" “那，你尽管放心：我马上打电报去！” 秦妙斋就这样的侵入了树华农场。不到两天，楼上已住满他的朋友。这些朋友，有男有女，有老有少，都时来时去，而绝对不客气。他们要床，便见床就搬了走；要桌子，就一声不响地把大厅的茶几或方桌拿了去。对于鸡鸭菜果，他们的手比丁主任还更狠，永远是理直气壮地拿起就吃。要摘花他们便整棵的连根儿拔出来。农场的工友甚至于须在夜间放哨，才能抢回一点东西来！ 可是，丁主任和工友们都并不讨厌这群人。首要的因为这群人中老有女的，而这些女的又是那么大方随便，大家至少可以和他们开句小玩笑。她们仿佛给农场带来了一种新的生命。其次，讲到打牌，人家秦妙斋有艺术家的态度，输了也好，赢了也好，赌钱也好，赌花生米也好，一坐下起码二十四圈。丁主任原是不屑于玩花生米的，可是妙斋的热情感动了他，他不好意思冷淡地谢绝。 丁主任的心中老挂念着那一万元的租金。他时常调动着心思与语言，在最适当的机会暗示出催钱的意思。可是妙斋不接受暗示。虽然如此，丁主任可是不忍把妙斋和他的朋友撵了出去。一来是，他打听出来，妙斋的父亲的的确确是位财主；那么，假若财主一旦死去，妙斋岂不就是财产的继承人？“要把眼光放远一些！”丁主任常常这样警戒自己。二来是，妙斋与他的友人们，在实在没有事可干的时候，总是坐在大厅里高谈艺术。而他们的谈论艺术似乎专为骂人。他们把国内有名的画家、音乐家、文艺作家，特别是那些尽力于抗战宣传的，提名道姓地一个一个挨次咒骂。这，使丁主任闻所未闻。慢慢地，他也居然记住了一些艺术家的姓名。遇到机会，他能说上来他们的一些故事，仿佛他同艺术家们都是老朋友似的。这，使与他来往的商人或闲人感到惊异，他自己也得到一些愉快。还有，当妙斋们把别人咒腻了，他们会得意地提出一些社会上的要人来，“是的，我们要和他取得联络，来建设起我们自己的团体来！那，我可以写信给他；我要告诉明白了他，我们都是真正清高的艺术家！”……提到这些要人，他们大家口中的唾液都好象甜蜜起来，眼里发着光。“会长！”他们在谈论要人之后，必定这样叫丁主任：“会长，你看怎样？”丁主任自己感到身量又高了一寸似的！他不由地怜爱了这群人，因为他们既可以去与要人取得联络，而且还把他自己视为要人之一！他不便发表什么意见，可是常常和妙斋肩并肩地在院中散步。他好象完全了解妙斋的怀才不遇，妙斋微叹，他也同情地点着头。二人成了莫逆之交！ 丁主任爱钱，秦妙斋爱名，虽然所爱的不同，可是在内心上二人有极相近的地方，就是不惜用卑鄙的手段取得所爱的东西。因此，丁主任往往对妙斋发表些难以入耳的最下贱的意见，妙斋也好好地静听，并不以为可耻。 眨眨眼，到了阳历年。 除夕，大家正在打牌，宪兵从楼上抓走两位妙斋的朋友。丁主任口里直说“没关系”，心中可是有点慌。他久走江湖，晓得什么是利，哪是害。宪兵从农场抓走了人，起码是件不体面的事，先不提更大的干系。 秦妙斋丝毫没感到什么。那两位被捕的人是谁？他只知道他们的姓名，别的一概不清楚。他向来不细问与他来往的人是干什么的。只要人家捧他，叫他艺术家，他便与人家交往。因此，他有许多来往的人，而没有真正的朋友。他们被捕去，他绝对没有想到去打听打听消息，更不用说去营救了。有人被捕去，和农场丢失两只鸭子一样无足轻重。本来嘛，神圣的抗战，死了那么多的人，流了那么多的血，他都无动于衷，何况是捕去两个人呢？当丁主任顺口搭音地盘问他的时候，他只极冷淡地说：“谁知道！枪毙了也没法子呀！”丁主任，连丁主任，也感到一点不自在了。口中不说，心里盘算着怎样把妙斋赶了出去。“好嘛，给我这儿招来宪兵，要不得！”他自己念道着。同时，他在表情上，举动上，不由地对妙斋冷淡多了。他有点看不起妙斋。他对一切不负责任，可是他心中还有“朋友”这个观念。他看妙斋是个冷血动物。 妙斋没有感觉出这点冷淡来。他只看自己，不管别人的表情如何，举动怎样。他的脑子只管计划自己的事，不管替别人思索任何一点什么。 慢慢地，丁主任打听出来：那两位被捕的人是有汉奸的嫌疑。他们的确和妙斋没有什么交情，但是他们口口声声叫他艺术家，于是他就招待他们，甚至于允许他们住在农场里。平日虽然不负责任，可是一出了乱子，丁主任觉出自己的责任与身份来。他依然不肯当面告诉妙斋：“我是主任，有人来往，应当先告诉我一声。”但是，他对妙斋越来越冷淡。他想把妙斋“冰”了走。 到了一月中旬，局势又变了。有一天，忽然来了一位有势力、与场长最相好的股东。丁主任知道事情要不妙。从股东一进门，他便留了神，把自己的一言一笑都安排得象蜗牛的触角似的，去试探，警惕。一点不错，股东暗示给他，农场赔钱，还有汉奸随便出入，丁主任理当辞职。丁主任没有否认这些事实，可也没有承认。他说着笑着，态度极其自然。他始终不露辞职的口气。