OK, OK, OK, Second Aunt squatted down and pulled me affectionately behind her: Go, go, nephew, Second Aunt will take you there, stop crying!
I'll go too! My aunt was also interested: I'll go too, I'll go too!
Fangzi, when the second aunt walked out of the room with me on her back, grandma reminded her insecurely: Fangzi, be careful, just stand next to me and click Mao, and make up the number, but don’t try to watch the fun and rush into the crowd!
Don’t worry, mom, I’m not a three-year-old child, so I have to respond if I’m watching the fun!
The dark night was like a huge curtain, covering the sky above the brigade headquarters. The messy yard was already full of black people. The noise and hustle and bustle were like a gathering of countless flies, buzzing and screaming, which made people feel upset.
In the middle of the yard, a simple wooden platform was temporarily set up. Fifteen or sixteen young men and women in green military uniforms danced their bodies very hard with the sound of treble loudspeakers hanging from the telephone poles. They looked both funny and ridiculous, which reminded me of the scenes I witnessed on the balcony of my home.
Oh, Erya, don’t say it, it’s a bit like that. Hey, I said, Erya, wow, your partner lets you dance? The crowd below yelled: Fuck, dance the loyal dance for one night, give two days double labour points, who won’t dance!
Huohuo, when did the black boy learn to dance? Why didn’t I know he had these two tricks?
Work points, aren’t it all for a few work points? Don’t everyone say that, can money make the devil push? You say, isn’t a black guy stupid? You are so stupid that he is famous for his stupidity, but for work points, he actually learned to dance!
Hehe, look, Ma Li’s butt is so big!
……
Let's go, hurry up, don't be fucking hard!
Several middle-aged men with big guns in their arms and cigarettes in their mouths pushed a thin old man with a big sign on his chest sarcastically, and walked into the large yard of the production team with a shaking head: Go quickly, go quickly, why are you going to be too slow? Sooner or later, you can't escape this criticism meeting
You, you, the thin old man staggered and muttered in despair under the push of several middle-aged men: You, you, just kill me. I'm alive enough to do this every day!
Oh, look at you, a middle-aged man with a spear in his back smiled and said with a smile: Hey, you, why are you doing this? What's the point of being popular here? After dinner at night, what are you doing when you have nothing to do? Everyone just treats it as a joke, and they all eat, why take it seriously! Hey
well
The thin old man sighed helplessly and reluctantly climbed onto the wooden platform. The captain of the cousin shouted, and the young men and women who were concentrating on dancing immediately stood in a row and trotted down the wooden platform.
Captain Cousin walked to the wooden platform. He first glanced at the unlucky guy standing in the middle of the wooden platform, the trembling thin old man, then cleared his throat and waved his hands impatiently:
Quiet, quiet, quiet, everyone, quiet, don’t yell... Quiet, quiet... Cough today, our production brigade held a conference to remember the bitterness and thoughts and sweetness, and asked members and comrades to speak enthusiastically, accuse the evil old society, and praise the socialist new China! Praise our great, glorious and correct Communist Party of China, and praise our great leader Chairman Mao!
Hi, the audience muttered whispering: What a bitterness to remember, I can’t catch up with the morning now!
No matter how early you are, you can still have enough food!
Yes, I farmed the landlords early. After a day, I paid a lot of money and served a meal. There were wine and meat, and the same colored pork stewed vermicelli, now...
Now, I work in the production team for a day and feel so tired that my face is swollen. When I get home, I don’t mention wine, meat, and cabbage soup that I can drink, so I can burn the high incense and kowtow!
……
Hello, Captain Cousin took great pains to promote and mobilize, and his eager eyes glanced at the buzzing audience: Hello, everyone is speaking actively, what, what's wrong?
What disappointed Captain Big Cousin was that wherever his hot eyes passed, the original chattering and chaotic wooden stage suddenly fell silent like death. No one responded to Captain Big Cousin's call and jumped on stage to accuse the old society and praise the new society.
Humph, the captain of the cousin shouted with a stern face: You guys, you can fool you more than anyone else when you are fine. Now, when it comes to the real thing, you will be fucking dumb!
Hehe, a red-faced man whispered gloatingly: Hehe, if you continue to be dull like this, this criticism and confrontation conference will be fucked up. I see how the captain explains to the community!
Hoho, another man with both hands continued: If you can't do it well, maybe the black hat on the captain's head just wore will have to fly, hehe
Second treasure son!
The captain of the cousin suddenly shouted: Erbaozi, come here, accus the landlord Liu Youde of how he exploited your father!
yes!
A young man who looked just over twenty years old jumped onto the big wooden platform, walked steadily to the landlord, and grabbed the landlord's collar.
Hehe, I'm talking about this again! I'm hiring someone with work points!
It’s just him, he was born after liberation, that’s a big deal!
Yes, this Erbaozi hasn't finished elementary school yet. He knows what exploitation is and what oppression is?
But why is it better than his father? You forgot. When the last criticism meeting was held, the captain tried his best to persuade his father to come to the stage. Ha, you didn’t hear what this old guy said. Oh, if you want to talk about things like early, Liu Youde is quite kind and righteous. We helpers come and go a while later, walk a while earlier, or do less. People never say anything. They have dishes at the same time, and there are pork stewed noodles!
Hi, yes, when the captain heard this, his nose was so angry that he went to the side. What the hell is this? How come this is criticism?
Well, there is no way. In order to complete the task, the captain had to teach Erbaozi mouth to his mouth how to accuse the landlord of his crime!
Liu Youde, Er Baozi grabbed the collar of the landlord and cursed with a angrily voice: What the hell do you have? You old guy, you have been exploiting my father for suffering. My father worked hard for you, and you only gave you a little wage. What can you do with this little money? Well? The food you gave my father is full of sand, and you eat it so badly. You, a black-hearted landlord, beat down the landlord bully! After saying that, Er Baozi waved his malnourished dry fist: knock down the landlord bully!
Everyone was mechanically waving their thin fists under the wooden table, and echoed weakly: Defeat the landlord bully!
Comrades, shout with me! One, two, three, Captain Cousin waved his fists desperately: Long live the dictatorship of the proletariat!
Long live Chairman Mao!
……
Stinky landlord, bah!
Erbaozi felt that he was not relieved enough, so he spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm on the dejected old landlord's face, then laughed and walked off the stage happily
Everyone was bored and tossing the unlucky old landlord: Liu Youde, where is your land located? Can you still find it?
Not found!
Liu Youde, why did you save so much money and buy so much land!
Alas, don’t mention it, it’s a sin. The divided land and real estate are all frugal and squeezed out from the gaps of my teeth after many years. Think about it carefully, what’s the use!
……
Ah! Not good! Lu Qinghai set fire!
The conference was in a ridiculous and ridiculous manner. Suddenly, thick smoke rose inexplicably on the west side of the brigade headquarters, and then, a raging flames rose.
No, the pig slayer is drunk again and starts beating his wife again!
Ha, let's go, watch the fun!
With a thud, the black crowd left the old landlord in a panic, like a flood breaking through the dam, surging all the way, buzzing and rushing towards the place where the flames rolled.
Don’t run, don’t run! The criticism meeting has not been completed yet! The captain of the cousin shouted at the top of his lungs, trying his best to stop the crowds running around: Don’t run, don’t run, don’t run, don’t run, don’t run, the criticism meeting has not been completed yet!
However, Captain Big Cousin's efforts were futile, and the entire courtyard was soon empty, leaving only the old landlord with a big sign on the stage, looking around alone
Hum, looking at the dark shadows gradually dissipating in the night, Captain Big Cousin was furious: Hum, run, run, tomorrow, each person will deduct your work points for one day!
Ahhh
The drunken arsonist Lu Qinghai was the butcher who killed two cows in the yard of the production team during the day and devoted his entire life to people by extremely ruthlessly. After a full meal of cooking beef, he naturally got drunk. It is not surprising that everyone in the production team knew that Lu Qinghai would be drunk every time he drank.
After every drunkenness, the butcher Lu Qinghai likes to do the most is to beat his wife violently, and then toss the home that had been empty and empty, and tossed again. Tonight, the butcher Lu Qinghai took advantage of the wine and smashed the only remaining tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks at home with great satisfaction.
You, you, the butcher's wife futilely blocked her drunk husband: You're just a fucking life, you'll be poor if you drink some horse pee!
Fuck, fuck
The butcher Lu Qinghai pushed his wife to the ground. In a rage, he even stripped all his clothes on his wife incredibly, and then kicked him out of the door: Get out, get out, get out, get out, slut!
Mom, Mom, Mom! Looking at the naked and disheveled mother's son, the butcher, was the three pants that had cut off the cow's eyes. He was so scared that he urinated and shouted desperately. Seeing this, the butcher did not do anything, and kept holding up the three pants that were crying like an eagle catching a chicken. He tucked it in a random way into a sack of oil stains. Then, he slapped it upside down on the roof of the shed with pride
I'm not alive, I'm not alive, what's the point of this day? What's the point of it?
After saying that, the butcher began to set fire to his house
Ahh I won’t live anymore. I will burn it to death like Hong Changqing, but I won’t live anymore!
The butcher was holding a sharp and cold-shining pig-killing knife in his hand, and a long-blade knife in his mouth. He looked at the burning flames in the room, Lu Qingzhou, the butcher's younger brother, tried to rush into the room to put out the flames. However, when he saw the butcher brother blocking the door fiercely and waving the pig-killing knife in his hand, he couldn't help but stop and hesitate.
Looking at the ridiculous scene in front of me; looking at the drunken butcher who dances and looks ugly; looking at the people who are enjoying themselves and scattered, I can't help but think of the old Russia described by Gorky
This is amazing. It's getting bigger and there's no one to save me! In the darkness, I saw the old uncle who is always silent on weekdays. He rushed out of the crowd, and while talking, he picked up a big wooden stick and walked straight towards the drunkard.
Brother, be careful, that boy is so terrible, drink some soy wine and do anything! Second aunt hugged me and reminded her uncle uneasy. The old aunt trembled and pulled her clothes on her clothes, keeping shouting: Second sister, Second sister, I'm afraid, I'm afraid!
Humph, the uncle replied without any timidly: I am not afraid of him, I am pretending. I have to clean him up today to see if he still learns it!
Brother, meddling less in other people's business is useless! Everyone dispersed one after another, and Uncle San whispered to him: Just medd less in other people's business, useless!
I'll find an opportunity to knock him down, you guys hurry up and tie him up! After the old uncle told the butcher's younger brother and several other enthusiastic strong men, he walked towards the butcher step by step with a big wooden stick and firm steps.
Get out, get out, when I saw the old uncle walking towards him, the butcher waved the sharp knife in his hand again: Get out, you dare to come over, I will kill you, I will kill you!
Come on, come on! The old uncle was holding a big wooden stick in his right hand and scratching his forehead without fear in his left hand: Come on, come on, you cut this, chop this! Cut this!
Looking at the old uncle with a calm expression, the butcher hesitated, the sharp knife in his hand trembled, the old uncle forced him over step by step, and the butcher stepped back step by step
Cut, chop, uncle continued to shout, but the sharp knife in the butcher's hand seemed to have been hit by some magic, hanging motionlessly in the air
Babies, you are a genital, but you chopped it! The old uncle cursed and swung the wooden stick in his hand quickly. Before the butcher woke up, the ruthless wooden stick had already hit his waist heavily. With a gurgle, the hateful butcher fell to the ground.
I told you to drink to death, I told you to drink to death, what is this going on!
Under the heavy blow of the wooden stick, the butcher collapsed on the ground with his back, and the long-blade knife in his mouth flew out, and with a bang, the butcher's younger brother and several other strong men saw this, immediately rushed over with a rapid force and pressed the drunken butcher tightly on the ground.
Looking at the butcher brother who was laughable and crying, the butcher's brother suddenly sobbed, and then, his ruthless fist fell on the butcher brother's head and body like raindrops: I beat you to death, I beat you to death, so that I can't live a good life! I beat you to death, um
I'll go too! My aunt was also interested: I'll go too, I'll go too!
Fangzi, when the second aunt walked out of the room with me on her back, grandma reminded her insecurely: Fangzi, be careful, just stand next to me and click Mao, and make up the number, but don’t try to watch the fun and rush into the crowd!
Don’t worry, mom, I’m not a three-year-old child, so I have to respond if I’m watching the fun!
The dark night was like a huge curtain, covering the sky above the brigade headquarters. The messy yard was already full of black people. The noise and hustle and bustle were like a gathering of countless flies, buzzing and screaming, which made people feel upset.
In the middle of the yard, a simple wooden platform was temporarily set up. Fifteen or sixteen young men and women in green military uniforms danced their bodies very hard with the sound of treble loudspeakers hanging from the telephone poles. They looked both funny and ridiculous, which reminded me of the scenes I witnessed on the balcony of my home.
Oh, Erya, don’t say it, it’s a bit like that. Hey, I said, Erya, wow, your partner lets you dance? The crowd below yelled: Fuck, dance the loyal dance for one night, give two days double labour points, who won’t dance!
Huohuo, when did the black boy learn to dance? Why didn’t I know he had these two tricks?
Work points, aren’t it all for a few work points? Don’t everyone say that, can money make the devil push? You say, isn’t a black guy stupid? You are so stupid that he is famous for his stupidity, but for work points, he actually learned to dance!
Hehe, look, Ma Li’s butt is so big!
……
Let's go, hurry up, don't be fucking hard!
Several middle-aged men with big guns in their arms and cigarettes in their mouths pushed a thin old man with a big sign on his chest sarcastically, and walked into the large yard of the production team with a shaking head: Go quickly, go quickly, why are you going to be too slow? Sooner or later, you can't escape this criticism meeting
You, you, the thin old man staggered and muttered in despair under the push of several middle-aged men: You, you, just kill me. I'm alive enough to do this every day!
Oh, look at you, a middle-aged man with a spear in his back smiled and said with a smile: Hey, you, why are you doing this? What's the point of being popular here? After dinner at night, what are you doing when you have nothing to do? Everyone just treats it as a joke, and they all eat, why take it seriously! Hey
well
The thin old man sighed helplessly and reluctantly climbed onto the wooden platform. The captain of the cousin shouted, and the young men and women who were concentrating on dancing immediately stood in a row and trotted down the wooden platform.
Captain Cousin walked to the wooden platform. He first glanced at the unlucky guy standing in the middle of the wooden platform, the trembling thin old man, then cleared his throat and waved his hands impatiently:
Quiet, quiet, quiet, everyone, quiet, don’t yell... Quiet, quiet... Cough today, our production brigade held a conference to remember the bitterness and thoughts and sweetness, and asked members and comrades to speak enthusiastically, accuse the evil old society, and praise the socialist new China! Praise our great, glorious and correct Communist Party of China, and praise our great leader Chairman Mao!
Hi, the audience muttered whispering: What a bitterness to remember, I can’t catch up with the morning now!
No matter how early you are, you can still have enough food!
Yes, I farmed the landlords early. After a day, I paid a lot of money and served a meal. There were wine and meat, and the same colored pork stewed vermicelli, now...
Now, I work in the production team for a day and feel so tired that my face is swollen. When I get home, I don’t mention wine, meat, and cabbage soup that I can drink, so I can burn the high incense and kowtow!
……
Hello, Captain Cousin took great pains to promote and mobilize, and his eager eyes glanced at the buzzing audience: Hello, everyone is speaking actively, what, what's wrong?
What disappointed Captain Big Cousin was that wherever his hot eyes passed, the original chattering and chaotic wooden stage suddenly fell silent like death. No one responded to Captain Big Cousin's call and jumped on stage to accuse the old society and praise the new society.
Humph, the captain of the cousin shouted with a stern face: You guys, you can fool you more than anyone else when you are fine. Now, when it comes to the real thing, you will be fucking dumb!
Hehe, a red-faced man whispered gloatingly: Hehe, if you continue to be dull like this, this criticism and confrontation conference will be fucked up. I see how the captain explains to the community!
Hoho, another man with both hands continued: If you can't do it well, maybe the black hat on the captain's head just wore will have to fly, hehe
Second treasure son!
The captain of the cousin suddenly shouted: Erbaozi, come here, accus the landlord Liu Youde of how he exploited your father!
yes!
A young man who looked just over twenty years old jumped onto the big wooden platform, walked steadily to the landlord, and grabbed the landlord's collar.
Hehe, I'm talking about this again! I'm hiring someone with work points!
It’s just him, he was born after liberation, that’s a big deal!
Yes, this Erbaozi hasn't finished elementary school yet. He knows what exploitation is and what oppression is?
But why is it better than his father? You forgot. When the last criticism meeting was held, the captain tried his best to persuade his father to come to the stage. Ha, you didn’t hear what this old guy said. Oh, if you want to talk about things like early, Liu Youde is quite kind and righteous. We helpers come and go a while later, walk a while earlier, or do less. People never say anything. They have dishes at the same time, and there are pork stewed noodles!
Hi, yes, when the captain heard this, his nose was so angry that he went to the side. What the hell is this? How come this is criticism?
Well, there is no way. In order to complete the task, the captain had to teach Erbaozi mouth to his mouth how to accuse the landlord of his crime!
Liu Youde, Er Baozi grabbed the collar of the landlord and cursed with a angrily voice: What the hell do you have? You old guy, you have been exploiting my father for suffering. My father worked hard for you, and you only gave you a little wage. What can you do with this little money? Well? The food you gave my father is full of sand, and you eat it so badly. You, a black-hearted landlord, beat down the landlord bully! After saying that, Er Baozi waved his malnourished dry fist: knock down the landlord bully!
Everyone was mechanically waving their thin fists under the wooden table, and echoed weakly: Defeat the landlord bully!
Comrades, shout with me! One, two, three, Captain Cousin waved his fists desperately: Long live the dictatorship of the proletariat!
Long live Chairman Mao!
……
Stinky landlord, bah!
Erbaozi felt that he was not relieved enough, so he spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm on the dejected old landlord's face, then laughed and walked off the stage happily
Everyone was bored and tossing the unlucky old landlord: Liu Youde, where is your land located? Can you still find it?
Not found!
Liu Youde, why did you save so much money and buy so much land!
Alas, don’t mention it, it’s a sin. The divided land and real estate are all frugal and squeezed out from the gaps of my teeth after many years. Think about it carefully, what’s the use!
……
Ah! Not good! Lu Qinghai set fire!
The conference was in a ridiculous and ridiculous manner. Suddenly, thick smoke rose inexplicably on the west side of the brigade headquarters, and then, a raging flames rose.
No, the pig slayer is drunk again and starts beating his wife again!
Ha, let's go, watch the fun!
With a thud, the black crowd left the old landlord in a panic, like a flood breaking through the dam, surging all the way, buzzing and rushing towards the place where the flames rolled.
Don’t run, don’t run! The criticism meeting has not been completed yet! The captain of the cousin shouted at the top of his lungs, trying his best to stop the crowds running around: Don’t run, don’t run, don’t run, don’t run, don’t run, the criticism meeting has not been completed yet!
However, Captain Big Cousin's efforts were futile, and the entire courtyard was soon empty, leaving only the old landlord with a big sign on the stage, looking around alone
Hum, looking at the dark shadows gradually dissipating in the night, Captain Big Cousin was furious: Hum, run, run, tomorrow, each person will deduct your work points for one day!
Ahhh
The drunken arsonist Lu Qinghai was the butcher who killed two cows in the yard of the production team during the day and devoted his entire life to people by extremely ruthlessly. After a full meal of cooking beef, he naturally got drunk. It is not surprising that everyone in the production team knew that Lu Qinghai would be drunk every time he drank.
After every drunkenness, the butcher Lu Qinghai likes to do the most is to beat his wife violently, and then toss the home that had been empty and empty, and tossed again. Tonight, the butcher Lu Qinghai took advantage of the wine and smashed the only remaining tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks at home with great satisfaction.
You, you, the butcher's wife futilely blocked her drunk husband: You're just a fucking life, you'll be poor if you drink some horse pee!
Fuck, fuck
The butcher Lu Qinghai pushed his wife to the ground. In a rage, he even stripped all his clothes on his wife incredibly, and then kicked him out of the door: Get out, get out, get out, get out, slut!
Mom, Mom, Mom! Looking at the naked and disheveled mother's son, the butcher, was the three pants that had cut off the cow's eyes. He was so scared that he urinated and shouted desperately. Seeing this, the butcher did not do anything, and kept holding up the three pants that were crying like an eagle catching a chicken. He tucked it in a random way into a sack of oil stains. Then, he slapped it upside down on the roof of the shed with pride
I'm not alive, I'm not alive, what's the point of this day? What's the point of it?
After saying that, the butcher began to set fire to his house
Ahh I won’t live anymore. I will burn it to death like Hong Changqing, but I won’t live anymore!
The butcher was holding a sharp and cold-shining pig-killing knife in his hand, and a long-blade knife in his mouth. He looked at the burning flames in the room, Lu Qingzhou, the butcher's younger brother, tried to rush into the room to put out the flames. However, when he saw the butcher brother blocking the door fiercely and waving the pig-killing knife in his hand, he couldn't help but stop and hesitate.
Looking at the ridiculous scene in front of me; looking at the drunken butcher who dances and looks ugly; looking at the people who are enjoying themselves and scattered, I can't help but think of the old Russia described by Gorky
This is amazing. It's getting bigger and there's no one to save me! In the darkness, I saw the old uncle who is always silent on weekdays. He rushed out of the crowd, and while talking, he picked up a big wooden stick and walked straight towards the drunkard.
Brother, be careful, that boy is so terrible, drink some soy wine and do anything! Second aunt hugged me and reminded her uncle uneasy. The old aunt trembled and pulled her clothes on her clothes, keeping shouting: Second sister, Second sister, I'm afraid, I'm afraid!
Humph, the uncle replied without any timidly: I am not afraid of him, I am pretending. I have to clean him up today to see if he still learns it!
Brother, meddling less in other people's business is useless! Everyone dispersed one after another, and Uncle San whispered to him: Just medd less in other people's business, useless!
I'll find an opportunity to knock him down, you guys hurry up and tie him up! After the old uncle told the butcher's younger brother and several other enthusiastic strong men, he walked towards the butcher step by step with a big wooden stick and firm steps.
Get out, get out, when I saw the old uncle walking towards him, the butcher waved the sharp knife in his hand again: Get out, you dare to come over, I will kill you, I will kill you!
Come on, come on! The old uncle was holding a big wooden stick in his right hand and scratching his forehead without fear in his left hand: Come on, come on, you cut this, chop this! Cut this!
Looking at the old uncle with a calm expression, the butcher hesitated, the sharp knife in his hand trembled, the old uncle forced him over step by step, and the butcher stepped back step by step
Cut, chop, uncle continued to shout, but the sharp knife in the butcher's hand seemed to have been hit by some magic, hanging motionlessly in the air
Babies, you are a genital, but you chopped it! The old uncle cursed and swung the wooden stick in his hand quickly. Before the butcher woke up, the ruthless wooden stick had already hit his waist heavily. With a gurgle, the hateful butcher fell to the ground.
I told you to drink to death, I told you to drink to death, what is this going on!
Under the heavy blow of the wooden stick, the butcher collapsed on the ground with his back, and the long-blade knife in his mouth flew out, and with a bang, the butcher's younger brother and several other strong men saw this, immediately rushed over with a rapid force and pressed the drunken butcher tightly on the ground.
Looking at the butcher brother who was laughable and crying, the butcher's brother suddenly sobbed, and then, his ruthless fist fell on the butcher brother's head and body like raindrops: I beat you to death, I beat you to death, so that I can't live a good life! I beat you to death, um
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