"There is a ditch in the great north. It is called a prison. The prison is so deep..."
Li Guodong muttered the crooked poem imitating Zhuangzi's Happy Journey while strolling to the prison's quarry. [] Originally, the squadron leader of the prison area said he wanted to accompany Li Guodong around and introduce him to Li Guodong first.
He asked about the situation in the prison, but Li Guodong refused.
Because Li Guodong first arrived at the prison, he didn't want to let other people's opinions affect him, so he decided to walk around, take a look, and collect first-hand information.
It was time to rest, and the prisoners in the prison were gathering in twos and threes on the quarry site to chat. Living a life of heavy labor reform and a narrow cell every day, this kind of rest time was not good for these prisoners.
Said it is extremely precious!
On an abrupt and towering boulder, a fat, bald prisoner sat on it. The prisoner had a high nose, big eyes, and deep eye sockets. He looked about thirty-five or sixteen years old. His appearance was no different from that of ordinary Han people.
They are not the same, but this difference in appearance does not affect this person's appeal. Dozens of people gathered on three floors around the boulder, all staring at the man on the boulder with expectant and eager eyes.
This man.
"I'm telling you, if you get together one by one with other people, you'll just talk about it all day long. Do you know that it's beneficial to go to the prison library and read more books during your free time?"
The middle-aged man was sitting on a boulder, spitting and talking.
"Brother Erlang, you said you asked us to read books every day. What's the use of reading books? My head hurts when I read books." Someone onlookers asked in confusion.
"Fuck, I know you have no future as soon as I see you like that. There is a poet named Romain Rolland in our Big Brother Soviet Union. He once said something, what is it called..." After saying this, the middle-aged man scratched his head.
With his bald head, he seemed unable to remember those words for the moment.
"The words are on my lips, but why can't I think of them?" the middle-aged man said to himself.
"Black-haired people don't know how to study hard, but white-headed people know how to study late!" A quick-tongued person said.
"Fuck you, that's what I said yesterday. What I'm talking about today is Romain Rolland, a foreigner." The middle-aged man glared at the fast-talking man and said angrily.
"Oh, I remembered, that sentence said, 'Books are the nutrition of the whole world. Life without books is like the earth without sunshine; wisdom without books is like a bird without wings.'"
After thinking for a long time, the middle-aged man who was called Brother Erlang finally remembered this sentence and hurriedly said it proudly.
But he accidentally placed Shakespeare's words on Romain Rolland, and also got Romain Rolland's nationality wrong.
But the prisoners in these prisons have not only never seen words like "Romain Rolland" or "birds without wings", they have never even heard of them. Of course, no one noticed the middle-aged man's mistake.
"Brother Erlang, why do foreigners speak in strange accents? I think what they say is worse than the poems written by my second brother." Someone started to flatter the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man glanced at the speaker approvingly, with a reserved smile on his face. Obviously, this flattery made him feel very useful.
Looking around at everyone with a smile, the middle-aged man slowly said: "You can't say that at all. After all, we are all Chinese. If you think my poems are good, it is because my poems are in line with us Chinese."
Speaking habits. When you first start reading foreign literature, you have to adapt to the language style of those foreigners. In fact, I am also in the adapting stage now. I was reading the book "How Steel Was Tempered" published by the Soviet Union in the library that day.
It makes me so tired."
"Brother Erlang, do you still read books on steelmaking? Can you understand it?" Someone had a surprised look on his face.
"Well, it's indeed difficult. The science and technology of the Soviet Union's big brother is indeed not covered. It seems that such a highly professional book is actually very difficult for me." The middle-aged man actually sighed as he spoke.
I feel very ashamed that my professional skills are not good enough.
"Brother Erlang, you have trouble reading foreign books, let alone us. Please recommend some Chinese books to us." Someone else echoed below.
"Well, when it comes to our Chinese culture, it is indeed broad and profound. I will recommend to you the four great masterpieces left by our ancestors. You should go back and take a look. Don't throw away the things of your ancestors." He said the last sentence.
When he spoke, the middle-aged man's tone was a little bleak, and he seemed to be very serious in his words. And when he talked about his ancestors, the middle-aged man looked leisurely into the distance, as if he had seen those ancient sages.
"The Four Great Classics? What are they?" Some people don't understand.
"Hey, you don't even know the four great classics. Don't ever say you have messed with me when you go out." The middle-aged man glanced at the questioner with disdain, paused and continued: "The so-called four great classics are actually
"The Legend of Xu (xu)", "Journey to the West", "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Generals of the Yang Family". These four books have been baptized by history and are left behind by the waves. We Chinese must all read them."
When he heard that the middle-aged man was pretending to be an educated person and recommending books to others, but he actually recommended two wrong books out of four, Li Guodong finally couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter.
At this moment, after hearing about the Yang family generals and hearing someone calling him Brother Erlang, Li Guodong finally remembered, who else could rank the Yang family generals among the four famous novels, besides Er Huizi?
This person is none other than Yang Erlang, Erhuizi, one of the Seven Langs and Eight Tigers of the old Yang family.
Erhuizi always asked others to call him Yang Erlang, and people in the mines laughed at him a lot because of this. Especially Chen Tiezhu, in the years after the fight, Chen Tiezhu would kill Erhuizi as soon as he drank.
"Er Huizi pretends to be a cultured person every day. I don't know him yet. He was expelled from school before he finished his first year of junior high school. He goes around licking his face and saying that he graduated from junior high school. Damn!" mentioned Er Hui.
Chen Tiezhu never gets angry. He hates people who pretend to be bad.
Chen Tiezhu only has an elementary school education, and he is quite disgusted with the idea of pretending to be a highly educated person. After all, with Chen Tiezhu's education, he can only read short stories. According to current terms, Chen Tiezhu belongs to the animation youth, Kazakhstan and Japanese.
and the second time I read all the tomes like Yang Family General, Three Heroes and Five Righteousness, they definitely belonged to the literary youth at that time, and they were from the Department of Chinese Studies of Harbin, so these two people were born with different horoscopes, and sparks collided with the earth when they met.
Like a pinch.
Although Li Guodong has never met Erhuizi, his cousin scolds him every day after drinking. As time goes by, Li Guodong naturally has such a number one person in his heart. He also thinks of the poem about Xiaoyaoyou that he just read.
, with the name Erlang of the Yang family, Li Guodong was convinced of the identity of Erhuizi.
"Er Huizi!" Li Guodong stood outside the crowd and shouted loudly.
"What the hell, you dare to call Er Ge like that, are you impatient?" Before Er Huizi could speak, someone turned around angrily and cursed at Li Guodong.
Although the nickname Yang Erlang was not called out when he was outside, the nickname Yang Erlang became popular in prison. Everyone in the prison knew that what Erlang disliked the most was when others called him Erhuizi.
So when I heard that someone dared to call Er Huizi so openly, before Er Huizi could react, Er Huizi's younger brother was reluctant.
But when he turned around, he saw Li Guodong standing there wearing prison guard clothes. The man who was angry just now was startled.
In prison, the last person you should offend is the prison guard!
Seeing that his little brother was stunned by a prison guard, Erhuizi slowly stood up and walked down from the boulder, and walked to Li Guodong calmly.
Er Huizi's expression was very calm, his steps were steady, and he was not afraid of the prison guard Er Hui Zi, acting like a big brother.
"Brother, are you new here? Maybe you know my nickname when I was hanging around outside, but here, thanks to the love of all brothers, everyone calls me Yang Erlang. Please bother calling me my new nickname in the future.
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The smile on Erhuizi's face was as bright as spring breeze. As he spoke, he actually reached out and patted Li Guodong on the shoulder.
The arrogant attitude of Er Huizi made Li Guodong a little bit dumbfounded. Because the clothes of the former warden were too baggy, and he looked like he was singing a big show when he put them on, so this morning Li Guodong asked the office director of the Prison Management Section to find them casually.
I put on some clothes that fit me.
But he never expected that Erjiizi would actually regard him as a new prison guard, and judging from Erjiizi's appearance, it seemed that he didn't even pay attention to these ordinary prison guards.
"The second episode is pretty cool, isn't it?" Li Guodong thought to himself.【】