1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 327 "Many loyal people are butchers, and most unfaithful people are scholars"

This year, a new regulation was issued: the release time of major news will be advanced from 20:19 to CCTV's "News Broadcast", and the broadcast time will be :. Important news will be released first on the "News Broadcast".

The CCTV people at No. 15 Hufang Road were jubilant. This important decision meant that CCTV had eliminated its former dominant radio station and officially became one of the top news organizations.

After dinner, Jiang Xian first watched the news on TV for a while.

The News Broadcast at that time certainly did not look like those in later generations. The studio was just a wall with a sign in the upper left corner with the four words "News Broadcast" written on it. It looked very much like a makeshift troupe.

The announcer was also very serious and had a stern face.

Yes, Zhao Zhongxiang.

Jiang Xian's impression of him was all Song Dandan's words, "I really want to meet Zhao Zhongxiang", a sentence that expressed an era.

Zhao Zhongxiang is young now, but not too young, he is already in his thirties. He is the first announcer to appear on the "News Broadcast".

And can you believe that he started dubbing for "Animal World" as early as two years ago.

"Spring is here, everything comes back to life, and it is the breeding season for animals again."

"Giggle cluck."

On the sofa, Zhu Lin was holding a copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber" and laughing.

Jiang Xian came over and held her in his arms, his arms pressed against Zhu Lin's waist, feeling soft and smooth.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Look at this paragraph, why is it so interesting?"

Jiang Xian took a look.

Zhu Lin was referring to a poem in The Red Chamber:

"On March 3rd, cardamom flowers bloom and a worm burrows inside"

Jiang Xian also enjoyed watching this.

This is the chapter "Jiang Yuhan Presents Xi Xiangluo Out of Love", which describes Feng Ziying inviting Baoyu, Xue Pan and Jiang Yuhan to a banquet.

At this time, Yun'er was there to add to the fun by toasting, singing wine songs, and playing drinking games.

So I wrote this poem.

The meaning is very simple. A bug encountered a cardamom and tried to get in anxiously, but it couldn't get in. So the cardamom said, "If I don't open it, how can you get in?"
"You see, the people in ancient times said insulting things all day long, and they weren't ashamed to write these things," said Zhu Lin.

Jiang Xian had previously told her that CCTV was going to film "Dream of the Red Chamber". Zhu Lin kept it in mind and had been reading the novel "Dream of the Red Chamber" when she had nothing to do recently.

"What's this?"

Jiang Xian chuckled and said, "I can write at this level too."

"You can write, too?"

Zhu Lin raised her head and glanced at Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian did not hesitate and recited directly:

“My daughter is sad, she married a man who is a turtle.

The daughter was worried because a giant monkey appeared in the embroidery room.

The daughter is happy, and wakes up lazily on the morning of the wedding night.

The daughter was happy and poked a hair inside.

"

After reciting a poem, Zhu Lin was already laughing uncontrollably in his arms. Because the two of them were pressed close together and the friction of their clothes caused her top to roll up a little, revealing an area of ​​her fair skin.

This was certainly not written by Jiang Xian. It was the clever Xue Pan who was inspired by Yun'er and followed suit by writing a poem.

Zhu Lin laughed and sighed, muttering to herself. Jiang Xian leaned over to listen, and heard that what she was mumbling was a line from a poem:
"My daughter is sad, she married a man who is a turtle."

Who can bear this?

Jiang Xian frowned, put his arm around Zhu Lin's waist and picked her up from the sofa.

Zhu Lin was not heavy, so Jiang Xian could hold her easily. He put Zhu Lin on his lap, which was equivalent to a sitting and hugging position.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Lin looked at him, complained symbolically, with a sweet smile on her face.

Jiang Xian didn't say anything and kissed the cherry-red little mouth.

After a deep kiss, both of them gradually fell in love.

"Ouch."

I don’t know if it was because of the kiss or something, but Zhu Lin’s lips became more and more rosy and beautiful.

She raised her hands to cover them, hugged Jiang Xian's back with both arms, and leaned weakly on Jiang Xian's shoulders, humming softly, her voice as soft as a mosquito.

The clouds passed and the rain stopped.

Zhu Lin lay weakly in Jiang Xian's arms, looking at her belly and sighing.

"How come it's been so long and there's still no movement? Could there be something wrong with one of us?"

"What nonsense are you talking about."

Jiang Xian ruffled Zhu Lin's hair and said, "It won't work in one go. We have to try a few more times."

Zhu Lin looked at it and blushed, "Ah, why again?"

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Xian hugged him again. In his last conscious moment, he thought that judging from Jiang Xian's performance, there was definitely no problem.

Before this, Wang Fu had told Zhu Lin to call People's Literature when Jiang Xian came back.

The next day, Wang Fu, who received the call, rushed to Jiang Xian's house.

"Why are you still carrying things?" Zhu Lin was shocked to see Wang Fu coming to the door with a sack on his back.

"They are all letters to Jiang Xian." Wang Fu said breathlessly, "The third floor of your house is too high. I am so tired."

"Teacher Wang is here, please sit down and have a cup of tea."

Jiang Xian entertained them.

He and Wang Fu were very familiar with each other and did not treat each other as outsiders, so they got along very naturally.

Wang Fu first happily told Jiang Xian how gratifying the current number of subscriptions to the 1982th issue of People's Literature in 6 was.

He also took out a few review articles on Red Sorghum.

"Contemporary Writers Review published four articles reviewing Red Sorghum at one time. The literary world is now discussing your novel. You can just be happy." Wang Fu looked proud and honored.

Jiang Xian was also happy that "Red Sorghum" had aroused heated discussions in the literary world, but at the same time he also had concerns.

"Apart from these praises, there are no criticisms?"

"Also."

Wang Fu was stunned for a moment and said, "You also know that in the eyes of many people in the literary world, root-seeking literature is contrary to the mainstream of literature today."

"Teacher Wang, just tell me straight."

Seeing Jiang Xian said so, Wang Fu had no choice but to tell the truth:
"There's nothing else to say. It's just a normal discussion. It's normal for a novel to have discussions. But there was an article in the Literary Gazette that caused quite a bit of controversy."

"What article?"

"The article was written by an old writer, Ding Xin. The point that caused controversy was that he believed that the novel Red Sorghum glorified the bandits' resistance against the Japanese."

Wang Fu felt helpless when talking about this matter.

The most feared thing about novels like Red Sorghum is quoting sentences. People like Yu Zhan'ao and Dai Fenglian are not regular soldiers, but local people who picked up hoes and homemade guns. They are indeed bandits because they are full of bandit spirit, so they cannot directly oppose the view that they praise bandits.

But after reading the novel, I realized that this is what is going on, but it cannot be summarized so simply, and that is not what it means at all.

Wang Fu mentioned a problem Ding Xin criticized in his article about Red Sorghum:
Yu Zhan'ao's uncle Yu Daya was greedy for money, lustful, and addicted to alcohol. Once, when he was drunk, he defiled a girl in the village.

At this time, Yu Zhan'ao's first reaction was to protect his relatives.

He thought, what is a woman? How can it be so evil?

Ding Xin wrote about this plot in his article and criticized it harshly, saying that the character Yu Zhan'ao had a distorted outlook on life and that the novel should not glorify such an inhuman "bandit."

"This is clearly taking things out of context!" Wang Fu said angrily.

Who is Yu Daya? Yu Zhan'ao's uncle.

Yu Zhan'ao lost his father at a young age, and he was the one who had been supporting Yu Zhan'ao and his mother. Is it possible that Yu Zhan'ao shot such a man without hesitation?
Moreover, how can we only analyze a part of the plot without mentioning the subsequent developments and the struggles of the characters?

In the later plot, the young and knowledgeable adjutant in the team asked Yu Zhan'ao to execute Yu Daya, otherwise he would quit.

Dai Fenglian was very rational and understood how important it was to have a good commander in the team, so she tried her best to persuade Yu Zhan'ao to execute his uncle.

He even pointed the gun at Yu Zhan'ao and cursed him: "I thought you were a hero, but you turned out to be a coward!"

As for Yu Zhan'ao, he was full of bandit spirit, but he was not confused. He knew in his heart that this time he had to sacrifice his own relatives for the sake of justice, otherwise these people in the team would not obey him.

So he said that he would never forget Yu Daya's kindness in raising him, and planned to wear mourning clothes and visit the grave to repay his gratitude.

However, one thing is for sure. Anyone who bullies innocent people must be executed according to team discipline.

So, Yu Daya realized that he had committed a crime, and went to his death calmly.

When the gun was pointed at him, he looked at the shining sorghum in the distance and sang loudly: "The sorghum is red, the sorghum is red, the Japanese devils are coming, the Japanese devils are coming, the country is destroyed, and the family is ruined."

Yu Daya was born in the sorghum fields of Northeast China. He made a big mistake and he does not deserve sympathy even after his death. However, before he died, he showed some masculinity.

The whole plot reads coherently and I don't feel there will be any problems. It feels very smooth, and the decisions and choices made by each person satisfy the personality of each character.

"These people are just looking for trouble." Wang Fu said bluntly, "In Yu Zhan'ao's team, there are deaf, dumb, lame and crippled people. Are these people bandits? Aren't they regular anti-Japanese soldiers? Aren't these nameless people worthy of praise?"

"Those who are loyal are mostly butchers, and those who are unfaithful are mostly scholars." Jiang Xian said quietly.

Wang Fu was cheered up after hearing this.

"Many who are righteous are butchers, and most who are unfaithful are scholars."

She murmured it again and couldn't help laughing.

"Well said, Jiang Xian, you said it very well."

The meaning of this statement is very simple. Ordinary people who work in menial occupations and educated people often do things that go against their conscience and betray their friendship.

It can be said that it is most appropriate for Jiang Xian to use it here to counterattack the old writer named Ding Xin.

"I am writing a literary review these days, and I am going to explain to you the misleading criticisms in Ding Xin's article. I will add your words to it and give him a good stab."

"I didn't say that. I was just quoting," Jiang Xian explained.

He did not stop Wang Fu from writing the commentary article.

He is not like Director Li Jun of the Bayi Film Studio, who can freely "leave everything to time."

Give it time and wait for public opinion to ferment on its own.

That's it!

He always learns from Mr. Lu Xun and always fights back against anyone who provokes him.

Mr. Lu Xun is a real tough guy.

Even when people criticized him for spoiling his children, he would respond decisively and wrote a seven-character quatrain called "Answering the Guest's Ridicule", which meant to answer the guest's ridicule.

"Being ruthless doesn't necessarily mean you are a hero, and being loving to your children doesn't necessarily mean you are not a man.

Do you know that the one who stirs up the wind and howls, looks back and sees Xiao Yutu. "

A cold-blooded and heartless person is not necessarily a true hero. On the contrary, how can we say that those who love children are not real men?

Did you know that the tiger roaring in the forest would turn back from time to time to look at its little tiger?
Public opinion has always had to be guided by oneself, and Jiang Xian, as a person from later generations, understands this truth too well.

So when Wang Fu wanted to write a commentary, or even to write his response "Those who are righteous are often butchers", Jiang Xian fully supported him and didn't even mind writing one himself.

After saying this, Wang Fu took out the letter from Gaomi Cultural Center to Jiang Xian and made an appointment with him to discuss creation.

Jiang Xian had expected Gaomi County to pay attention to Red Sorghum.

He actually considered changing Gaomi into a fictional place to avoid having to find an explanation after the novel was published.

But then I thought about it and used it anyway.

no way.

"Gaoliang Gaomi is brilliant."

This sentence is so classic and so beautifully written.

By changing the location of the story, the charm of this sentence is not only greatly reduced, but it can be said to have completely faded.

So I followed the original work and wrote it in Gaomi.

As for the creative discussion, Jiang Xian also agreed. On the one hand, he could make money, and on the other hand, it would be a way for him to explain to the outside world why he wrote the Gaomi story.

As long as it sounds reasonable enough, not many people will bother with it.

After Wang Fu left, Jiang Xian had not yet started writing his creative talk when someone from Xinhua News Agency came.

Wu Kelu delivered the royalties for "Long Live Understanding" to Jiang Xianlai.

He was very embarrassed and hinted that many government agencies in Beijing wanted to listen to Jiang Xian's "Long Live Understanding" report, and asked Jiang Xian if he could organize a few more sessions in Beijing.

Jiang Xian politely rejected him, "In the next period of time, I think I should focus on my creation."

Wu Kelu said goodbye with regret.

A few days later, Jiang Xian stayed at home and compiled a talk on the creation of Red Sorghum.

At the same time, Wang Meng also began to arrange for his transfer.

The news could not be concealed and spread quickly.

It can be said that Wang Meng's sudden move disrupted the arrangements of many people, but these people reacted quickly, faster than Wang Meng had expected.

In early September, the number of critical articles against Red Sorghum surged, and Jiang Xian sensed a familiar atmosphere of pressure and oppression, just as after the release of Copper Coin Street.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Just when Jiang Xian was having a headache, Wu Kelu came to him again.

This time, the visit was the same as before, asking Jiang Xian to organize another report titled "Long Live Understanding".

Jiang Xian naturally refused.

But Wu Kelu smiled and said:
"I'm afraid you can't refuse this unit."

Jiang Xian was confused.

"Which unit is so evil? I can't refuse it?"

Wu Kelu smiled slightly and whispered:
That sea.

(End of this chapter)