Xu Sanguan is the epitome of many ordinary farmers of that era. He had a dramatic life, but these dramas were also played out by many people of that era.
Once he encounters difficulties in his life, he can only make money by selling blood.
In Yu Hua's novels, people always see a fatalistic concept of "giving up defense and accepting the consequences", so his works often take suffering as the theme.
However, the reason why Zhang Zhong loves "The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" more is because it is not as tragic as in "To Live". At least it still retains some warmth. Compared with Xu Fugui's life, Xu Sanguan's life seems more real.
, but the cruelty is not less.
Although this book deliberately suspends history and rarely describes the background and scenes, the story relies on history to advance.
However, Zhang Zhong is not worried that this book will be acclimatized, because what China has experienced on earth has also been experienced by China in this world. When readers read this book, they will also be fascinated by the suspended history.
We can find the shadow of China in it.
"The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" is also very distinctive in terms of artistic expression. The whole story is narrated in time, without any flashbacks or interruptions.
And the book uses a lot of repetitive narratives.
Readers who are familiar with Yu Hua must know that Yu Hua is very fond of repetition. In "Alive", what is repeated is the death of each character. At the end, people will have the illusion that this is a death account.
In "The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", language and the story of selling blood are repeated.
Yu Hua believes that suffering and repetition are twin brothers.
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Zhang Zhong got up from the bed. He had no intention of sleeping, so he just wanted to get this book out as soon as possible.
When I walked out of the room, I saw Pengpeng squatting in the living room, playing with the broom in the house.
Isn't this girl sleeping?
He arranged for Pengpeng to take a nap before going back to the room to sleep. It only took about half an hour for her to wake up?
"What is Pengpeng doing?" Zhang Zhong asked.
Pengpeng originally had his back to Zhang Zhong, but when he heard the voice, he turned around and said with a smile, "I am modifying my Nimbus 2000."
Transformation?
Zhang Zhong walked closer and saw that the originally bare handle of the broom at home now had a pair of "wings".
These "wings" are only about the size of Zhang Zhong's palm and are made of red origami paper.
"Dad, I thought about it for a while. My Nimbus 2000 can't fly, maybe because it has no wings. I can just give it wings."
The corners of Zhang Zhong's mouth twitched. He knew that when she closed her eyes just now, she was not sleeping, but thinking about why her Nimbus 2000 couldn't fly.
"Can you fly now?"
"I haven't tried flying yet."
"Then when will the test flight take place?"
Pengpeng shook his head, "It can't be done now. You have to wait until I finish the seat. Otherwise, I will be in trouble if I ride on it."
After she said this, Zhang Zhong noticed that there was a cushion under the broom handle, which was tied to it by Peng Peng with a rope.
Zhang Zhong shook his head. This girl was already thinking about comfort even before she started flying.
But what she said seemed to make sense. If a broom could really fly, it would really be a stick in the sky. After all, it was just a pole.
It's bearable for short distances, but if it's a long flight... Hey, what am I thinking? Zhang Zhong smiled to himself, no longer caring about Peng Peng who modified the broom in the living room, and went into the study to work.
However, he hadn't been writing for a while when he heard Hu Huifang's scolding coming from the living room.
"You brat, you messed up my broom like this, how can you sweep the floor! And what's going on with this cushion?"
"This is my Nimbus 2000."
"I think you want to go to heaven!"
"I just want to go to heaven."
…
Zhang Zhong could imagine the scene in the living room where his mother was chasing Peng Peng away with a broom.
After thinking about it, he found some paper and pen, drew a picture of a broom, and sent it to the company that decorated their home, asking them to help make a wooden broom.
At least we can't let Pengpeng harm the sweeping broom at home anymore.
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"Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" has a total of 170,000 words. It will take a lot of time to move it out, but he is not in a hurry. After all, he has several works to be released next month. Even if this book comes out now, it will not be published in time.
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In the afternoon, Zhang Zhong's phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and the location showed it was Yanjing.
"Hi, hello."
"Holy crap, you didn't save my phone number?"
With the word "bug", Zhang Zhong knew who the other party was.
My thoughts go back to ten years ago...
"My name is Zhang Zhong, the heavy weight."
When Zhang Zhong introduced himself like this to his roommate Song Xiang, Song Xiang smiled strangely and said, "Isn't that too repetitive? From now on, I will call you Chongzi, but you can call me Daxiang."
That year, Xiang was still a very simple character.
And the only one who calls himself a bug is Song Xiang.
Returning to reality, Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows and said, "Daxiang?"
"Call Brother Xiang, why didn't you call me when you woke up? If I hadn't heard what Yu Jun said, I wouldn't have known you were discharged from the hospital."
"It's not in the group..."
"The class group is full of nonsense, I don't bother to read it. I'm going back to Jiangyang. Will you go to the class party in two days?"
"go."
Yu Jun confirmed with himself about the class dinner a few days ago. He thought about it and agreed.
"Okay, let's talk then. I got off the plane today and my mom arranged a blind date for me. I don't want to go, but it's just an introduction from an acquaintance, so it's hard to recommend."
"Then I wish you success."
"Whatever the flag is, there is no victory. I used to scare her away. I am less than thirty years old, so I got married too early. If I have another child, will I still have some space of my own?"
Zhang Zhong didn't answer.
"Okay, I'll hang up. Let's have a good chat when we get to the hotel."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xiang's appearance appeared in Zhang Zhong's mind. His style seemed to have not changed much over the years, and he was still carefree.
Song Xiang is a fat man and a short man.
During a physical examination, his weight and height were both 165. During that time, many people called him 165.
This guy is not tall, but he is very ambitious and has more things in his heart than anyone else.
When he was a senior in college, Jiangyang University launched an entrepreneurial incubation program for college students. He was the first to sign up to start a company, and after recruiting a few graduate students, he got started.
Not to mention, in just a few months, his company started to make a profit by the time he graduated.
Later, after graduation, he moved the company to Yanjing, and its development has been very good.
As for how his company has been doing in the past few years, Zhang Zhong doesn't know, but from what he said, it should be pretty good.
The class reunion is on the 26th of the twelfth lunar month. Coincidentally, the gathering location is Hongyunlai Hotel, the same place where Zhang Zhong went to meet Wen Jinjiang last time.