It is said that Li Weimin inadvertently flipped through those tattered thread-bound books and dropped something from the books, and he couldn't help but be surprised, and when he looked at it, it was a few pages of paper. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seeing this, Li Weimin couldn't help but bend down and pick it up to see what it was.

When Lin Yi heard the sound, he also leaned over to look, "Hey, it turned out to be a list of confiscated ancient books." ”

These papers are common straw paper at that time, the manuscript paper is written on the top of the "Tanghe County Cotton Spinning Factory special" words, at that time the country was difficult, especially experienced a major disaster, the people lacked food and clothing, not to mention the paper used for writing, basically all of the soil paper and straw paper made by the soil method.

This kind of paper is very rough, black paint black, no luster, touch it with your hand and there are granularities on it, after tearing, it is even more grass tendons connected to grass tendons, especially speechless is that this kind of paper is very ink-absorbing when writing, a drop of ink falls up, it can spread a large piece, so that when writing, you must quickly put down the pen and close the pen, otherwise there will be a large piece of ink.

Therefore, anyone who writes on this kind of straw paper generally does not use pens and brushes, but uses ballpoint pens.

But at that time, it was a special period, and the amount of ballpoint pens was small, why, because we couldn't produce that kind of high-end and durable ballpoint pen, to be precise, we couldn't produce that kind of ballpoint pen nib.

This is not a joke, you must know that even now, our big country still can't produce such a ballpoint pen nib, can't make ballpoint pen balls, and the core materials must rely on imports.

However, this "list of confiscated ancient books" is written with a brush, and the paper is full of "fly-headed small letters", and the handwriting is quite beautiful. So much so that Lin Yi and Li Weimin were amazed by the calligraphy before they read the above content.

Li Weimin will forget it.

Lin Yi is also a "master" who writes with a brush, and knows that if he wants to write such a beautiful small block on such a paper, he can't do it without two efforts.

Li Weimin and Lin Yi carefully looked at the content above, respectively the name of the ancient book, the time of copying, the location of copying, as well as the owner's title, name, and finally a variety of copying comments.

"Spring and Autumn Zuo Chuan Justice", "Zhou Li", "Zhou Yi Justice", "Mencius Collection Notes", "Erya Notes", "Analects Notes", confiscated on March 18, 1969, Tanghe County Power Supply Station, staff, Zhang Changfa.

Criticism: The feudal ideology is strong, and the feudal dregs culture is extremely worshipped, and it needs to be well observed and transformed. (Long live Chairman Mao, long live the people, the people's front will surely win!) ）

"Historical Records", "Warring States Policy", "Book of the Later Han Dynasty", "Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms", "Records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty", confiscated on March 25, 1969, Tanghe County Department Store, salesperson, Gui Youlan.

Criticism: The feudal historical form is serious, opposes the proletarian revolution, has a subconscious antagonistic nature, and the ideology is divorced from the masses, which needs to be continuously examined and examined. (Long live the proletarian revolution down to the defeat of feudalism, down with capitalism!) ）

"Three Lives", "The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon", "The Legend of the Immortals", "The Shaking Dragon Sutra", "The Book of Burial", "The Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Sutra", "Mengxi Writings", confiscated on April 13, 1969, Tanghe County Cultural Bureau, staff (dismissed), Zhuang Wensong.

Criticism: The feudal poisonous ideology is extremely bad, and all the books confiscated are big poisonous weeds, but they do not repent of critical education, and they should be profoundly reformed. (Victory will be ours, all reactionaries are paper tigers!) Long live the revolution, long live the struggle! ）

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Seeing this, Li Weimin still felt nothing, but Lin Yi was suddenly startled, because he clearly saw the name of the ancient book "Mengxi Writings".

"Dream Creek Writings" is impressive.

Could it be that the book "Mengxi Written Talk" in his hand was copied from the hands of this employee of the Cultural Bureau named "Zhuang Wensong"? So what about him now, is he alive or dead, and has he really been transformed?

Lin Yi's heart was full of questions, and he was full of reverie about the origin of this book, and just when he was in a trance, a strange scene suddenly appeared in his mind---

The Great Movement was in full swing, and thousands of citizens on the streets were all looking with great interest at the endless posters posted on the high walls on both sides of the streets, or jumping to their feet and reaching out to grab the statements and leaflets thrown down by the heavenly maidens from the windows of the tall buildings.

In an old building, a deafening shout suddenly sounded, "Room 304, that's right, this is it!" "Zhuang Wensong, get out!" "Down with the historical counter-revolutionary Zhuang Wensong!" More than a dozen male and female Red Guards wearing military caps, green uniforms, and red armbands around their arms surrounded the door.

"Don't worry, don't worry! Just open the door, open the door! A man's voice came from inside the house. The Red Guards outside the door were already impatiently waiting, and a female Red Guard who looked very gentle raised her foot and kicked the door hard, never wanting to use too much force, and kicked through the thin three-layer glued door panel, and the shoes were embedded in the hollow door panel, and was about to pull out her foot, when the door was pulled open from the inside. The Red Guard girl was caught off guard, fell down, and screamed "wow" in pain.

Several Red Guards next to him rushed up and scolded the man with glasses: "You dog, can't you do it?" Rushing up to the man's head is a punch, shouting: "Let you taste the iron fist of the young revolutionary!" ”

Zhuang Wensong, ---the glasses man, was stunned, and stood with his head against the wall, and behind him, his pair of daughters cried "---", and then closed their mouths again.

The camera turned.

A round-faced female Red Guard grabbed a bench from the house, stood on it, and announced to the stunned neighbors: "Revolutionary masses, Zhuang Wensong is a historical counter-revolutionary and a landlord element. This is a reactionary 'Black Five' family that can no longer be reactionary, secretly wreaking havoc on the proletarian revolution and committing unforgivable crimes! In short, if you dare to rebel, we will immediately suppress it! Red Guard comrades, the raid begins! Be thorough, clean, and don't miss a corner! ”

The camera rotates again.

The Red Guards "ping-pong" and searched through boxes and cabinets. The bed was dragged out, the floor was pried up, dozens of holes of varying shades were carved out of the wall with chisels, the wardrobe door was torn down, a drawer in the wardrobe was pried open, dozens of yellowed photographs were examined one by one and thrown all over the floor, a thread-bound book and several books in vertical fonts were torn to pieces as feudal relics, and two sweaters, a fur hat, a cheongsam, and a large stack of letters were packed into a sack as trophies. The cupboard was also searched thoroughly, and half a jar of white lard was thrown into the corner, and with a "bang", the tank was broken, and the lard was scattered in large and small pieces......

Zhuang Wensong, he was hunched back, wearing broken myopia glasses, red eyes, no tears but full of helplessness and sadness, he quietly looked at everything at home, without saying a word. Two children ran up to him, grabbed him by the arm, and shouted "Daddy" in fear.

The camera turned.

After inspecting the house, the leader of the rebels walked to the door, grabbed Zhuang Wensong's collar, and asked viciously: "Zhuang Wensong, you tell me honestly, where are your rebel books hidden?" ”

"Don't say? Hit him, beat him until he says so! ”

"Hit! Slap him in the mouth! ”

"This kind of person should be beaten to death!"

The Red Guard slapped Zhuang Wensong fiercely, his glasses were knocked off, and the corners of his mouth were bloodied, he gritted his teeth and still didn't speak. Those books were his treasures, and he would rather not die than protect them.

At this point, "Don't hit my dad, those books are here!" The boy and girl carried a cardboard box out of the back room.

"Ha, it's finally explained!" The Red Guards went to confiscate the old books.

"No!" Zhuang Wensong, who was like a sheep, pounced on him like a mad tiger at this time.

The cardboard boxes toppled to the ground, and a large pile of old books rolled out, and he clung to them.

People dragged him by the legs and pulled him away from the books, and his fingers cut blood on the ground, and the blood stained the old books, including the beloved "Dream Writings......

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"Lin Yi, what's wrong with you? Are you alright? ”

Li Weimin's concerned voice came from his ears, and this voice seemed to come from the Nine Heavens, so empty, so unreal.

Lin Yi's forehead was oozing with sweat, sweating profusely, as if he had experienced a nightmare, and finally broke free from the nightmare, panting heavily.

"I, I'm fine." Lin Yi waved his hand.

"Your face looks ugly, is it not feeling well? Hey, why are you crying? Only then did Li Weimin realize that Lin Yi's cheeks seemed to be full of tears.

"Really?" Lin Yi hurriedly wiped away the tears. "Maybe the air is not good, so it's a little hard to breathe."

"Yes, this is the basement, and it is inevitable that the air circulation is not good, and there has been no wind for so long, plus the mildew of the books...... Let's go out. Your face looks really ugly. Li Weimin couldn't care about these tattered old books at this time, for fear that something would happen to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi felt that he had to do something at the moment, so he said to Li Weimin very sincerely: "Principal Li, are you willing to sell me these books?" ”

Li Weimin paused for a moment, but he didn't expect Lin Yi to suddenly ask this question.

"This ......" Li Weimin is a scholar after all, and feels a little embarrassed, "These are very tattered old books, and they are not worth it to sell them for scrap, you have to buy them, this ......"

"I'll tell you the truth, although these books are very broken, there are many good rare editions in them, and really, I am willing to pay a high price for them." Lin Yi said again.

Li Weimin hesitated, feeling that it was too unkind to do so, and sold a lot of broken books to others, but his current situation was really true, so he said cheekily: "You also know, originally I invited you to come just to ...... In short, the school needs almost 300,000 yuan to build a school, and ---" Li Weimin was a little embarrassed to continue, this pile of broken things wanted to sell 300,000 yuan, and even he felt that he was sick in the head.

But Lin Yi said, "Deal!" ”

"Ah, what?" Li Weimin was stunned, and he couldn't even believe his ears. (To be continued.) )