The meal is indeed quite rich, and the wine is also managed, the pork belly is cut into one centimeter left ~ piece, the red puff of the stew, the oil is watery, and there is an appetite when you look at it. These rural men, all of them have a quantity, basically one bottle per person. When the fat man saw that he had caught the liar, his heart fell to the ground completely, so he opened his belly and poured a bottle and a half by himself.

The waiter was dizzy: the amount of alcohol that the model workers drank was also exemplary.

After eating and drinking, everyone proposed to go around the street, although they didn't drink less, but after all, they came to participate in the model worker conference, and they all kept a little bit, worried about drinking too much and losing their temper.

It is common for fat people to go to the city, so they lie down in their rooms to rest. Everyone is gone, but the house seems deserted, just suitable for a nap, and the fat man has always advocated the famous saying of Zhu Bajie, "If you are full, you don't stand up to the corpse, and there is no fat in the stomach", so he lay on the bed and called the pig's head.

Just when he was in a daze, the waiter brought in another model worker, who was in his forties, wearing a blue shirt, straight trousers, and a pair of leather sandals on his feet, which did not look like he had come out of the crop field.

The fat man stood up from the bed with a snort, startled the man, and then carefully looked at the fat man in front of him: barefoot, a crumpled shirt with two large cloth shirts covering his belly, and a tight and taut little vest on his upper body.

"You're also attending the Model Worker Conference?" the man asked the fat man with a puzzled face, his tone full of doubt.

The fat man was a little unhappy in his heart, but he had a big heart, and he didn't care about it soon, so he nodded his brain: "Well, everyone else is on the street, comrade, you sit." ”

The man frowned, feeling that the fat man's speech was too rustic, and a big breath came to his face. So he sat down on a bed diagonally opposite the fat man.

It is said that the fat man has lived in the backer for two years, and in addition to learning the simple folk customs, he has also learned a pure local accent. Although fat people can still speak in a crepe, but more often, they speak with a northeastern accent, which feels quite comfortable.

Seeing the man's face of disdain. The fat man didn't want to talk to him more. Lay down on the bed with a thud again. Keep sleeping.

The man saw the fat man sleeping on the bed. Hurriedly closed his eyes. I'm really worried that the shelf will fall apart. He was a bit bored by himself. So he asked the fat man, "Fat comrade." How did you get rich?"

The fat man is too lazy to get up. Put your arm behind your head: "I'm lucky." Caught some sika deer in the mountains. Raise it yourself. What are you doing?"

The man took out his handkerchief. wiped it on his head: "My family lives in the county seat." I like to raise some flowers and plants. Because I raised a pot of Junzi Orchid. Therefore, it was rated as a 10,000 yuan household. In fact. Someone gave me hundreds of thousands of dollars for this pot of flowers. I'm not willing to sell it. ”

The fat man scratched his head with his other hand: "Then you are a little condescending to participate in this model worker meeting." When will we organize a 100,000 yuan household selection. Just right for you. ”

Seeing this gentleman, Lan Wan's face was cloudy. The fat man's heart moved: Could this be the same as the owner who sold earthworms? Also a liar?

So he immediately turned over and got up: "I really don't know that raising Junzilan can also make a family, what kind of thing is Junzilan?"

"It is a green plant, with slender leaves like a sword, not vines or branches, as upright and unyielding as a gentleman. "That man seems to really like Junzilan, and at the mention of this, his eyes shimmer.

"Can you sell me some seedlings of Junzi Orchid, such a valuable thing, I also want to raise it." The fat man began to probe it, and his face showed a look of wealth obsession.

The man frowned in disgust: "This flower cannot be raised unless it is a gentleman, but it can be viewed from a distance and cannot be played with, and it is not for sale!"

The fat man was happy when he heard it: it seems that this person is not a liar, he is really a person who loves flowers, and he is a bit of the fake Qinggao of the ancient literati.

Thinking about it like this, I didn't feel so annoying when I looked at the person again: "Youlan is in the empty valley, and the lonely fang appreciates it." Listening to your extraordinary conversation, you must be a learned person, dare to ask where is the high school?" The fat man couldn't help but shake off some words.

Junzi Lan Wanhu's eyes lit up, and he looked at the fat man again, and his demeanor immediately became a lot closer: "I am Yue Ziwen, a Chinese teacher at the county high school, comrade, are you really a farmer?"

"Hehe, I am indeed a farmer, but my daughter-in-law is a private teacher, but she teaches primary school. After the fat man knew the identity of the other party, he also understood that he was definitely not a liar, but just a little vain.

"Teacher Yue, there is something I want to tell you, this Junzilan is probably not worth so much money, in case someone buys it at a high price, but in the end it is not worth a penny, isn't that a pit person?"

Junzilan Wanhu shook his head slightly: "In my mind, this flower is a priceless treasure, but when it comes to real value, if it is measured by money, it is estimated that it will not be too valuable." ”

"Then you just said it was worth hundreds of thousands!" the fat man asked.

"I have to do it as a last resort, someone called me to be this 10,000 yuan household, what can I do, a stinky old man who has just turned over!" Mr. Yue's words gradually became a little angry, and it could be seen that it was really not his intention to participate in this model worker conference.

It is said that in the sixties and seventies, especially during the Cultural Revolution, intellectuals, especially teachers, were dubbed the stinky old nine

, the status and its inferiority.

This name also has some origins, in the Yuan Dynasty, the social hierarchy was strict, and the ninth type of people was "Confucian", which was equivalent to intellectuals. If you look at its front and back, you can understand its position: the eighth is "prostitute", and the tenth is "beggar".

After the Gang of Four was smashed, the intellectual policy was gradually implemented, and the title of Stinky Lao Jiu was slowly abolished, but its influence did not completely dissipate.

Hearing Teacher Yue's emotion, the fat man smiled: "The style of an ancient gentleman, is this how to act?"

Junzilan Wanhu's face suddenly changed greatly, and she lowered her head in contemplation. The fat man didn't care about him anymore, put his shirt on his belly, and soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, I was woken up in a daze, the fat man got up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, and saw that the model workers had returned, so he asked sleepily: "What's wrong with dinner?"

A light cough came, and the fat man appeared, and there were a few more people in the house, including the county magistrate of Zhao Wanshan, and the remaining few were estimated to be county leaders.

When the county magistrate Zhao saw that the fat man was here, he was not very happy, swept him coldly, and then said: "The model workers of all communes have arrived, and on behalf of the county party committee and county government, I would like to congratulate everyone." ”

Everyone was a little flattered, only the fat man smacked his lips and yawned.

Due to his identity, of course, the county magistrate Zhao could not have the same knowledge as him, so he continued: "Tomorrow's local model worker meeting, the original plan was to make a typical speech, but this afternoon, the representatives of the communes attending the meeting unanimously asked each model worker to introduce the experience of getting rich, so everyone should prepare. ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately got up, and Wang Laogang said: "I can farm, and I have never spoken." ”

"It doesn't matter, then talk about your farming, the following are all township cadres and peasant representatives, the more you say, the more willing everyone is to listen. "County Magistrate Zhao is not at all level, what he said is quite reasonable.

All the model workers were a little relieved, and they all bowed their heads and began to ponder what to say. County Magistrate Zhao encouraged him again, and then took people away.

The gentleman Lan Wanhu also followed, but soon, he returned with a stupid face. The fat man also understood that it must be the county magistrate Zhao who was so happy to support Mr. Yue to be a 10,000-yuan household.

As soon as the county leaders left, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became active again, and Captain Niu said with a smile: "You don't need to write a speech or anything, our teacher Yue is a high school Chinese teacher, and it is an old lady who writes this~; Snot - pinch the handle. ”

"It's good to dare to be affectionate, but I don't know a few words, so forget it, what is it. Wang Lao Pole sighed vigorously, very regretful.

It was the 10,000 yuan household who ran the transportation to come up to Mr. Yue: "Teacher, you write me a letter, hehe, so as not to be embarrassed on the stage." ”

Junzi Lan Wanhu's eyes were a little distracted, but he still nodded: "Okay, you talk about your own affairs, and I can be targeted." ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and the transportation of 10,000 yuan stammered: "Teacher, this-this is not good to fart on stage, and it seems that you can't let it shit, right?"

The fat man was drinking tea, and he almost burst out laughing: it seems that asking Teacher Yue to write a speech for them doesn't seem to be able to pinch a piece.

Jun Zilan was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "What I mean is that if you tell me about it, I will polish and process it for you." ”

"Forget it, I'd better figure it out for myself. A "targeted" made the transportation of 10,000 yuan retreat, and he lay on the bed, closed his eyes and rested.

The others also went back to their respective houses, and they were all ready to go, except for the fat man, who squeaked and drank a pot of tea, and then walked out.

The sun has set in the west, and the heat outside is fading. There are several rows of cloves planted in the yard, and they are almost gone, but the aroma is still very strong. There are also rows of hibiscus with small yellow flowers, but it is the peak season.

The fat man had nothing to do, just wandering around among the flowers, thinking in his heart that after returning to Tunzi, he would have to continue to plant trees.

Suddenly, there was another person behind him, and when he looked back, it was that Junzilan.

"Teacher Yue also came out for a walk, look at this lilac, how does it compare to your Junzi Orchid?" the fat man asked as if chatting.

Teacher Yue stopped in front of a lilac plant, and there were a few late-blooming flower branches, which were dotted with fine lilac flowers. Each flower looks inconspicuous, but hundreds of flowers are densely packed together to form a flourishing flower branch.

"One is lonely and self-appreciative, the other is thousands of purples and thousands of reds, who is superior and who is inferior, who can say clearly?" Junzi Lan muttered in his account of ten thousand yuan, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was answering the fat man's question.

The fat man said a few times: "If it were me, I would rather make cloves, at least there are so many partners, and I am not lonely at all, lively and thriving." ”

As he spoke, he looked at a branch of lilac carefully, and suddenly sighed: "Five-petal lilac, I'm so lucky, I can find a five-petal lilac, it seems that I will definitely find happiness." ”