The booming era begins with the director of the Propaganda Department!

Chapter 132 Speak human language! ! !

Hearing the shouts of Liu Haizhong's family from the backyard, Zhang Chenfei and Yan Bugui immediately started to rush over.

Not only were they two running, but other residents of the courtyard also hurriedly came out when they heard the noise.

In order to watch the fun, Uncle Chen ran out with his belt in hand.

Behind him, Aunt Chen's hair was flying wildly, and a hint of spring light appeared in her clothes, which made people wonder.

As Silly Zhu ran, he did not forget to tease: "Hey, Uncle Chen's sword is still young!!"

When Zhang Chenfei saw this, he couldn't help but sigh, residents of the courtyard, although you look down on me today, tomorrow I will arrange your right and wrong behind your back.

But when things happen, they are very united and enthusiastic.

Looking at it this way, it really deserves the name of being full of love.

Just like that, the entire courtyard started running.

When Zhang Chenfei and Yan Bugui ran to the backyard, they saw all the residents in the middle courtyard and backyard coming.

Everyone gathered in a circle, talking about Aunt Liu who fell to the ground and twitching in the middle, but did not move.

"Hiss!! Bangs, why is your wife's face so red???" Yi Zhonghai asked.

"Look at the needle tube next to it. This is another injection of chicken blood." Aunt Yan said.

"I rolled my eyes, rolled my eyes, hiss!!! My tongue stuck out too." Uncle Chen clicked his tongue in surprise.

I don’t know why, but looking at the posture of my wife in the bangs, she is quite energetic! !

"Hey, look at Aunt Liu's crotch. Is this urine? No, why is this urine the color of soy sauce?" Silly Zhu covered his nose.

"Aunt Liu always beats chicken blood, so she becomes a vampire!!" Xu Damao said firmly.

He had seen foreign movies and knew about vampires. Vampires cannot see the sun, so Aunt Liu must have acted like this after seeing the light.

Everyone in the courtyard didn't know what a vampire was, but when they heard the word "ghost" in the name, they immediately panicked and stepped back.

There is already an old Jia in the courtyard, who can come and go freely, both above and below ground. If there is another vampire, how can it be difficult for everyone? ? ?

Almost instantly, the area within two meters in diameter around Aunt Liu was completely barren of vegetation.

Zhang Chenfei's face was full of black lines. He thought these people were here to help and just to watch the fun? ? ?

at this time,

The only people around Aunt Liu were her three children and Uncle Liu.

The four of them were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, but they were at a loss as to what to do.

Zhang Chenfei walked over, opened Aunt Liu's eyelids, took a look, and asked:

"Uncle Liu, did Aunt Liu fall to the ground after taking the chicken blood injection?"

The center of her bangs was anxious and she replied hastily: "Yes, she took the big cock to draw blood and just inserted it. Suddenly she foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground."

After saying that, I was thinking in my mind, is it really like what Xu Damao said, that my wife took too much chicken blood and became a vampire? ?

If that's the case, I wonder what kind of stepmother the three sons would like to find? ?

Zhang Chenfei didn't know what Liu Hai was thinking. After checking Aunt Liu's heartbeat again, he turned around and said:

"It was a reaction to the chicken blood injection. It may be hemolysis. I need to be sent to the hospital quickly."

"Silly Zhu, just borrow the cart from Mr. Ping in the alley next door. Liu Guangqi, go and pack the things you need to bring to the hospital, and hold a quilt in your arms.

The other brothers all helped carry Aunt Liu to the car. "

Under Zhang Chenfei's arrangement, the young people in the courtyard immediately took action.

Soon, Aunt Liu was sent to the Workers' Hospital. When I got there, I was taken directly to the emergency room.

After confirming that she was out of danger, Zhang Chenfei and Xu Damao walked back.

Returning to the courtyard, Zhang Chenfei discovered that there was an extra sheep in the front yard.

“Whose family does this belong to??”

Yan Bugui stuck his head out of the window.

She told him with a smile that this was the home of Guo Zizi in Xiaojinyu Hutong. Guo Zizi had to go out of town to do business, so he asked him to take care of him for a few days.

"One week, take care of me for one week. When Guo Laizi comes back, give me three kilograms of stick noodles."

The hay and other things that the sheep eat are all prepared by Guo Laizi in advance.

As long as he ensures that the sheep is not stolen and does not get sick, he will get three kilograms of stick noodles.

Yan Bugui feels that this is a sure-profit business.

When Zhang Chenfei heard this, he praised, Uncle Yan, you can live a good life, and then returned home.

I walked around all day today and am tired and hungry.

After entering the door, I saw a plate of four steamed buns placed on the table.

Next to the steamed buns is a bowl of scrambled eggs, a bowl of pork head meat, and a plate of pickled peppers.

"Hey, three dishes? Look at how our family is living today, communism has been realized ahead of schedule!!" Zhang Chenfei sat down, broke open a steamed bun and stuffed the pork head into it.

Grandma Zhang walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of porridge. Seeing her grandson's appearance, she couldn't help but curl her lips.

"You just have a heart for eating. What's going on with you, Aunt Liu?"

Zhang Chenfei took a bite of the pork head meat bun and said vaguely: "It was given with chicken blood. It is said to be hemolytic and there are many parasites in the body."

Grandma Zhang put down the bowl and sighed: "I was puzzled, where did the idea of ​​injecting chicken blood start?

It is said that taking chicken blood will make you energetic, but if one is human blood and the other is chicken blood, can it be cured if mixed together? ? ?

Isn't this just like a donkey and a horse giving birth to a child? ? At first glance, the mule looks quite strong, but in fact its roots are broken and it cannot give birth. "

"Who says it's not?" Zhang Chenfei took a big mouthful of porridge and put down the steamed bun, "After Aunt Liu arrived at the hospital, the doctor said that hemolytic disease can be severe or small.

Just two days ago, someone was beaten to death by giving him blood.

It is said that the old lady only lived for ninety-three years, and she is still young! ! Tell me, what a pity. "

Grandma Zhang was smoking a dry cigarette and nodding her head frequently. Then she thought about it, wasn’t it right? ? ?

Ninety-three is still young? ?

"This kid is making fun of your grandma again. Okay, eat quickly and go to bed early after eating. You will go to work tomorrow."

Zhang Chenfei stopped talking and lowered his head to eat.

After eating and drinking, I took a bath. When I came out, Zhang Ping'an had already heated the kang.

"Well done. There is cake on the table. Take it back and share it with your brothers." Zhang Ping'an got the benefit, thanked his second uncle with a loud shout, turned around and left.

Zhang Chenfei nodded with satisfaction.

Say it or not, these children in their family still follow the rules.

Even at their own uncle's house, they never dare to reach out for food as long as adults don't let them take it.

From this point on, classmate Jia Gen, the thief of the Siheyuan ten years later, was beaten.

Lying on the bed, I studied for a while with nothing to do.

Not long after, Zhang Chenfei fell into a deep sleep and was hit in the face by Mr. Feng Menglong's masterpiece.

The days flowed slowly like water.

In a flash, another three days passed.

After four days of hard work,

Yang Baili and Dai Erzhuang finally found out the programs and trump cards of the literacy report performances of several major companies in Forty-Nine City.

Next to the auditorium, the temporary office of the literacy team,

Dai Erzhuang placed two copies of the analysis report in front of Zhang Chenfei and Song Xianfeng.

Zhang Chenfei took a quick look and found that it was either a chorus or a duet, or at most a literacy performance, just as he had expected.

The program at the winery is relatively new, it is a cross talk show.

But what surprised him was that after investigating eight factories, the programs in three factories were "Couple Literacy".

There are choruses, duets, dancing and singing, covering all existing stage forms.

Song Xianfeng read the information and put it on the table:

"Let's talk about what kind of show we should perform that can not only promote literacy but also reflect new ideas??"

A few teachers who spoke enthusiastically at the last meeting remained silent. It wasn't that they didn't want to express their opinions.

In fact, as they had thought before, these eight factories already exist.

The team leader requested that it be novel, educational, and reflect the literacy achievements of their factory! !

This is simply impossible! !

Seeing the teachers in the literacy class looking like eggplants beaten by frost, Song Xianfeng placed his last hope on Zhang Chenfei.

Zhang Chenfei touched his chin and thought for a while: "I have a little immature suggestion."

"What suggestions??" Everyone looked at him.

Zhang Chenfei, on the other hand, was being nonchalant, saying that the water in the teapot was cold, and that there was no cigarette in his pocket.

After a few teachers fussed over it, Song Xianfeng took out his newly bought cigarette and slapped it directly in front of him: "Say it!!!"

Zhang Chenfei put the bag of Hardmen in his pocket, put it away when he was ready, and began to talk about his plan.

“I think we should not stick to the existing performance forms, but we can diversify our thinking and create a brand new performance technique that the public has never heard of.

For example, we can use a short and concise way, at the same time and space, borrow simple props, and use language and performance to express the stage art of the plot. "

Brand new? Unheard of? ? Stagecraft?

Song Xianfeng and Dai Erzhuang were all confused.

Yang Baili raised his hand tremblingly.

"Any questions??" Zhang Chenfei took a sip of hot tea and looked at him.

Yang Baili: "Brother, can you speak human words?"

The others nodded immediately.

Ah, this

Zhang Chenfei’s face was full of black lines: “In layman’s terms, it is a play related to literacy performed on the stage.

The play should be short and funny, so that everyone can watch it happily and happily, and preferably make the whole audience laugh.

And while making everyone laugh, it can also show the results of our literacy work. "

Only then did everyone suddenly realize.

Song Xianfeng nodded with satisfaction: "Acting requires a script, props, and actors.

Shen Fei, I think this mission belongs to you! ! ! The organization has entrusted this arduous task to you, and you must complete it! ! ! "

After saying that, he took his big teahouse and left.

Literacy report performance! !

The actors must be those girls from the literacy class, and he didn't want to deal with them.

As for writing a script? He won't do anything about hair loss.

Zhang Chenfei: ".???"

No, I was the one who came up with the idea, why am I the one who wrote the script and found the actors? ?

I've done all the work, what are you doing? ?

When Yang Baili and others saw that the mission was completed, they covered their mouths and snickered.

Zhang Chenfei cleared his throat and glanced at them: "Dai Erzhuang, Xiao Shen, you two are good at writing. I will provide you with ideas and you will write."

"Yang Baili, Xiao Wang, one of you is in the factory office and the other is in the Women's Federation, you have a broad career path.

You are responsible for the props, venues, and actors needed to rehearse the script. "

"No, why?" Yang Baili asked, "The team leader clearly said that you are responsible for this matter."

So you're still trying to blame someone?

Although Dai Erzhuang and the others dared not speak out in anger, they also looked at Zhang Chenfei.

Zhang Chenfei snorted coldly: "What I am responsible for means that I am the commander-in-chief. I am the deputy team leader and the commander-in-chief. Of course, you can do whatever I command."

"Not convinced?? Then tell the factory director that you will be the deputy team leader!!!"

hiss? ? ? ! ! Playing with authority! ! !

Yang Baili was furious.

In the end, he accepted the task obediently.

After Zhang Chenfei outsourced the work, he explained the basic ideas to Dai Erzhuang.

Then he imitated Song Xianfeng and walked out of the literacy office with a big teapot in his hands.

Only a few others were left, biting their pens and racking their brains.

(End of this chapter)