Xue Xiangzheng was crouching at the desk and writing furiously. Hearing Geng Fulin's words, he turned around and said, "It's not that the quarrel turned into a pot of porridge, but that you scolded me and turned me into a pot of sorrow."
Geng Fulin smiled sheepishly, he had indeed put gold on Xue Xiang's face before.
Come to think of it, the newspapers that are being published now must have strict quality control, and their guns must be aimed at fugitive Xue Dafu.
Geng Fulin handed over the newspaper and told Xue Xiang to read it slowly while he went to prepare dinner. The little white tiger was playing with a yarn ball under the lamp on the desk. He seemed to smell the smell of meat in the kitchen. He pricked it and picked it up.
Wearing a knot of wool, he followed out, leaving Xue Xiang quietly reading the newspaper.
Xue Xiang browsed several articles in a hurry, and they were full of magnificent words, brilliant treatises, slogans and empty theories. None of them could use Marxist-Leninist theory and economics to analyze what he did in Kaoshantun.
Xue Xiangzheng looked bored, and Geng Fulin knocked on the door and said dinner was ready.
After dinner, Xue Xiang called Songzhuzhai again. This time, as usual, he handed over the second manuscript he had just written, "My View of Practice."
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"...I think that dividing farmland to households is just a specific change in the production method. It is like cooking a chicken, whether it is stewed, stir-fried or steamed. It doesn't matter how you cook it. After all, the chicken is still the same.
fell into the mouths of the people. Dividing fields into households is like choosing a chicken that can cook
The most delicious cooking techniques make people eat more delicious and fuller... I lead all the members to not cause trouble to the country and to the organization, but within one year we produced more than 10% more food than before.
The more than a year's worth of grain not only enriches the members, but also makes a greater contribution to supporting national construction..."
"...I believe that the best quality of mzd thought is to seek truth from facts. Everything is based on reality and integrates theory with practice. mzd thought is a science that continues to advance and develop, and should not be blindly dogmatic... General Logistics Department,
I believe that on the premise of adhering to the basic socialist system, the criterion for measuring right and wrong should be: whether it is conducive to developing productive forces, whether it is conducive to enhancing comprehensive national strength, and whether it is conducive to improving people's living standards."
"It's over?"
In the lobby of Songzhuzhai, the old man lay on a wisteria chair with his eyes closed. He waited for Lao Wang to stop talking for a long time before he spoke.
"It's over!" Lao Wang responded, his face full of joy.
What Lao Wang just read was "My View on Practice" dictated by Xue Xiang and recorded by him.
Lao Wang never expected that Xue Xiang’s theoretical knowledge would be so solid and his arguments clear. His arguments were sufficient and well-organized, with facts and examples. While summarizing Marxist-Leninist theory, he would be able to come up with new ideas and refine new viewpoints.
, is simply a perfect paper, compared to
This is the first confession that is almost self-proclaimed. It is so powerful that I don’t know how strong it is. Even Lao Wang, an old secretary who has aged out of his pen, reads it as if he can see the vast ocean flowing under the river, with great momentum, reaching a flat place,
Suddenly there are strange peaks and twists and turns. It is really a first-class article.
Mr. An opened his cloudy eyes and said with a smile: "I think this brat is just trying to imitate others, and he's addicted to the effects. First, he wrote a confession. He imitated the revolutionary martyr Comrade Chen Ran. Now, he also added Mr. Li Dazhao's imitation.
"My Marxism"
The title of the article requires mentioning two sages. This is a way of expressing grievances and protest to us. I think tonight's "Xinhua Daily" has one thing right.
This guy is just ignorant, naughty and slippery."
The old man's eyebrows trembled as he spoke. Although it was criticism, anyone could hear the joy in it.
Zuo Qiuming bowed and said: "Dad, let me tell you, this little Xue is really not simple. At such a young age, his literary skills and courage are first-class. His achievements in the future may be limitless."
Mr. An frowned and hummed: "What's the point of this? A young boy is just showing off his pen and doing some fancy things. What is it worth?"
Chen Dao, who was sitting under Zuo Qiuming, secretly thought that this eldest brother-in-law was not blocking his words. He just knew some things by himself, so he took out his preference and said, "Let's take it easy!"
An Zaijiang said: "Dad, Xiao Xue is calling. Isn't it because he wants to publish the manuscript again? Director Yun went to the second brother's office in person today to say hello to him..."
An Zaihai wanted to flee the moment the bell rang, but the door was closed. He really didn't want to follow Xue Xiang with all his wealth. He had read the newspaper tonight, and the sky was filled with bullets and bullets. , Cold Arrow Flying Knife, he absolutely didn’t want to show up like this again, for fear that he would be shot to pieces as soon as he showed his head.
It was only when An Zaijiang saw the bitter look on An Zaihai's face that he had the courage to speak out for him.
Mr. An ignored An Zaijiang and said in a deep voice: "Second brother, tell me, what do you think?"
Hearing this, An Zaihai's face became even more bitter. The old man was clearly trying to force a woman to have an uterus, so he insisted on selling it. "Dad, I admit that this article is very well written, but I also tell you the truth..."
"You mean no?" The old man didn't even raise his eyelids.
The old man's tone made An Zaihai's heart skip a beat: "It's not impossible, it's just..."
"It's just nothing! There is no turning back when the bow is fired. Now it's like playing chess. Losing one or two chariots and horses is nothing! If you give up and fail to move, then you will lose everything!"
The old man spoke seriously, and An Zaihai nodded solemnly and said nothing.
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In the blink of an eye, another five days have passed. If "Confessions" is about Xue Xiang throwing bombs into public toilets and causing public outrage (public feces), then when "My View on Practice" came out, it was even more popular all over the world. Party schools at all levels, knowledge Elements and folk scholars almost stirred up the pot. All of a sudden, the major newspapers turned into a battleground. First, they all scolded Xue Xiang for talking nonsense and sensationalizing. Later, they cursed and scolded, and some of them were so picky. Those who wanted to be famous set their sights on the famous scholars who refuted Xue Xiang, and for a while the entire press was at war.
Who would have thought that the newspaper world has not yet died down, and criticism has arisen again in the cultural world. The first to attack are naturally the group of royal literati who think they have the truth. As a result, one of these people used the wrong words, and provoked a group of people. The old giants are at it again, and even Shen Yanbing, Li Yaotang, and Xie Wanying, who have been respected for many years, are alarmed and each write articles to express their opinions. As soon as these three big names got involved, the entire print media immediately became a pot of porridge.
The cultural world has been like a pool of stagnant water for many years. Who would have thought that an inappropriate article would become a trigger? The ideological field has not yet broken through the boundary, but the cultural field has broken through the blockade first.
In just five days, the entire print media was in a commotion, and sales were rising steadily, triggering a great discussion in the whole society. Even Xue Xiang, the instigator, did not expect it. The more people scolded Xue Xiang, the more people reflected on it. , Gradually, some bold people actually began to take a neutral view and objectively evaluated Xue Xiang's article. Although it was still more derogatory and less praising, for politicians who are sensitive enough, the meaning in it is enough.
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"Uncle, I want to eat that little red fruit." The little guy stood on the small bench beside the table, still wearing the same camouflage uniform, but with a pink armed belt around his waist, and the pink gun on the belt.
With a small pistol and a restrained little body, he looked like a mini future warrior. At this time, the little guy held a small bowl and asked Xu Ziqian for the plate of strawberries at the center of the Eight Immortals table.
Ordinarily, wherever there are strawberries in season, they naturally come from the vegetables in the shed in Kaoshan Village. Although there is no news about Xue Xiang, there are people in Kaoshan Village who are thinking about him. This
No, as soon as the fruits and vegetables matured, Zhong Yuan and Peng Chun traveled all the way to Beijing and brought a lot of them. Thanks to the fact that it was winter, even though the journey was long, they were still fresh.
The Xue family has acquired this rare item. They have been in the Kangtong family since they were young, and they lost a lot of it. Especially the strawberries, which are the most precious, and the backing village does not produce many, so all of them were sent to the Xue family.
,also
It was only three to five kilograms. San Xiao didn't even taste it himself, so he gave it away and there were still a few kilograms left. Just as Xue Lin was about to enjoy it with a few greedy cats, a call came from Xue Anyuan, asking Xue Lin to go to Xu Ziqian's house to pay New Year's greetings and express his gratitude.
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Xue Lin didn't know why she wanted to go to the Xu family to express her gratitude. Since Xue Anyuan told her, she would naturally go. But she heard that Xu Ziqian was a high-ranking official, so she didn't know what gift to give. After picking and choosing, she fell in love with this last gift.
Strawberries, leeks, spinach and other off-season vegetables.
No, as soon as the Xu family's family banquet started, the little guy stood up on the stool. Originally, with Xue Lin here, the little guy didn't dare to be so presumptuous, but when Xu Zigan met the three little ones, especially the little guy, he already loved him so much.
Afraid that his child would not be able to reach Cai on the table, he actually wanted to move the sofa to the edge of the table so that the little guy could use it exclusively. When Xue Lin heard this, he thought this was not okay, so he reluctantly let the little guy stand on the small bench to eat.
"Come on, come on, good girl, don't rush. Give some to the bowls for your brothers and sisters. The rest is yours." Xu Ziqian picked up the big bowl of strawberries in the middle and poured them full for Xiaowan and Xiaoyi.
One bowl, the remaining big bowl
The child was brought directly in front of the little guy, so that Xu Cuihuang, Xu Cuifeng and his sister rolled their eyes at the table, shouting in their hearts, they are not so partial, strawberries in winter are so rare, and none of them have tasted them.
"I only need half a bowl, and the rest will be eaten by my brothers and sisters. Well, my uncle and aunt will also eat it." The little guy is just greedy, not overbearing and unreasonable. (- Lover's Pavilion -.qrge. The fastest.
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"Okay, Xiao Shi is so good." As she spoke, Mrs. Xu picked up a big chicken leg and put it into the little guy's plate. The little guy's delicate face and wild and wild dress had already impressed Mrs. Xu, who was full of love.
So cute.
Xu Ziqian was also beaming with joy, his face flushed, but there was no trace of the dejection of being dismissed from office.
Xu Ziqian had just scooped a bowl of strawberries into the mahogany bowl in front of the little guy when there was a knock on the door.
Xu Cuihuang took the initiative to get up and open the door without waiting for greeting. When she saw the person coming, she immediately exclaimed: "Uncle Zhenhua, why are you here?"
The person who came was none other than Comrade Zhenhua.