Chapter 419 What is called a scar?

"eat!"

"Why don't you eat?"

"If you don't eat, then this beating will be for nothing."

Kang Zhiqing was speaking fiercely, and several other educated youths around him were also shouting, "Yes, I have money, so I'll pick something more expensive!"

"Let them watch but not eat!"

"He's so greedy!"

"Ahem," Kang Zhiqing coughed dryly, "Let's not go to Cuihualou, let's go to Fengzeyuan. The Shandong cuisine made by the chef at Fengzeyuan is better than that made at Cuihualou."

"Boss Kang, why don't you go to Cuihua Building? We are not afraid of them."

The spirited educated youth were all very dissatisfied and shouted in a chaotic manner: "Yes, we are eating properly, and they still dare to attack us?"

"We didn't have enough energy today because we didn't have lunch. Once we're full, we have to get our place back!"

"It's not like we didn't smash their house before!"

Kang Zhiqing glanced at Wang Deming, who was smiling but not saying anything, and his face darkened. He started to curse, "Why don't you use your brains to think about it? What if they spit in our food?"

".It's up to Boss Kang to think it through clearly."

"Then let's let these bastards go today and stop them on their way home someday."

"Ahem!" This time it was Wang Deming who had to cough to interrupt these spirited young men: "Young comrades, today's events are over now."

"We can't create more trouble. I know that the state-owned factories and streets are arranging work and are going to conduct an investigation."

If we talk about other things, these energetic young men would probably be dissatisfied and resentful, but when it comes to formal work, no one makes a fuss anymore.

Fengze Garden is a bit far from here, on the other side of Zhushikou, and it took almost half an hour to get there.

There were many people eating in Fengze Garden. In addition to the private rooms, there were also foreigners who came to Beijing for inspection and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs staff who accompanied them in the hall.

It just so happened that some of these blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners knew Wang Deming, and they all came over to greet him enthusiastically.

Although Kang Zhiqing and his men were making a lot of noise on the streets, they did not expect that they would become quails in front of the foreigners. They looked at Wang Deming with a hint of admiration.

The reason why they were not interested in Wang Deming's position as a leader before was that, in addition to the fact that their families were all from official families, they also had beaten many people with positions similar to Wang Deming during special times.
However, when they saw Wang Deming chatting and laughing with the foreigners and speaking more than one foreign language fluently, their attitude towards Wang Deming took a 180-degree turn.

When Wang Deming returned to their table, he saw these educated youth sitting obediently at the table waiting for him. Although their Adam's apples kept moving as they swallowed, no one picked up their chopsticks.

Wang Deming sensed their thoughts and picked up his chopsticks to take a bite of food. "Come on, eat first. We can talk after you're full."

As soon as Wang Deming spoke, the group of educated youth at the table immediately turned into hungry wolves, chopsticks flying.

In a short while, the food was eaten up by this group of people. The plates were so clean that they could be viewed in the mirror. The soup was eaten up by dipping it into the steamed buns. This is the real "Clean Plate" campaign.

Seeing this, Wang Deming went to the service desk and ordered some side dishes. Then he started drinking with them and asking them about their experiences in the countryside.

After listening to their stories, Wang Deming finally understood the educated youth group beyond what he had seen in previous movies, TV dramas and other literary works.

In these works, the educated youth, a group of people who went to the countryside during this special period, can be described in one word: miserable. However, the descriptions of these educated youth are a little different.

First, the educated youth who went to the countryside were counted for their years of service, and the government also provided them with subsidies every month;
Second, only children do not have to go to the countryside;

Third, you have to work in the countryside, but you can still have enough food in Heilongjiang and Hunan. Even in places with poor soil such as Shaanxi and Gansu, you can buy grain returned by the state, so you won't go hungry.
After hearing the last part, Wang Deming couldn't help but feel sad.

No matter in his past or present life, he is a rural person. Listening to the constant complaints of these educated youth, he really feels sorry for the farmers.

These educated youth felt that life in the countryside was hard and tiring, but they had subsidies from the state, subsidies from their families, and years of work, so they could secretly improve their food from time to time.

What about the real farmers? They are reluctant to eat and wear, and it takes several years to save up cloth to make a set of clothes. They can only eat one meal of fine grains and one meal of dumplings in a year.
From ancient times to the present, the farmers are the ones who suffer in the end.

It’s a pity that apart from the teachers who can always think about the vast number of Chinese farmers, who else is there?

They are nothing more than cattle and horses.

"Hey, have you read the novel "Class Teacher"? This novel is so realistic. Aren't we delayed because of the special era?"

"I spend the whole day carrying rain and dew, or working in factories or in the countryside."

"Yeah yeah"

"Okay, you guys continue chatting, I have work tonight." When Wang Deming heard them talking about "Class Teacher", the originator of scar literature, he felt disdainful and left immediately.

History is written by those damn literati, who only think about how hard and tiring their lives were when they worked in the countryside during those years.

But no one has considered that the farmers in New China have been living such a life.

The scissors gap between workers and peasants. If it weren't for the efforts of 8 million farmers across China, how could these jealous literati have the opportunity to complain about their full stomachs?

It’s a pity that despite the teachers’ painstaking efforts, these educated youth who went to the countryside and returned to the city really didn’t make any progress. Didn’t they gain any nourishment from Mao’s Selected Works?
Or did these officials' children not study deeply at all? They only paid lip service to the teachings but did not take them to heart.

After returning home, Wang Deming picked up his pen and wrote three words again: "The Shepherd".

In Wang Deming's view, scar literature and sad literature are exactly what were opposed at the Yan'an Forum on Literature and Art.

It's full of petty bourgeois affectation, and it's a pity that he has lost his faith.
It was because of today's chat with the educated youth that Wang Deming once again picked up his identity as a novelist. Literature should give people strength.

In the next few days, Wang Deming finished writing "The Shepherd" and called Li Dongdong to send it to People's Literature.

He himself went to the city government on Zhengyi Road to meet the real boss.

"Deming, I feel like you haven't changed much." The real boss was in a good mood after seeing Wang Deming. "Is it because the soil and water in Hong Kong are too nourishing?"

"Haha, Deming, I heard you say on the phone that you have some ideas about arranging jobs for educated youth. Let's have a good chat."

The real boss's secretary made two cups of tea and quietly left the office.

"Commander, that's what I think."

Wang Deming reported his idea to the real boss. He did not agree with the idea of ​​expanding the recruitment of educated youth in factories.

(End of this chapter)