1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 40 Everyone seems to be in high spirits

In this era when information is extremely underdeveloped, a piece of information that seems ordinary in later generations often means endless business opportunities.

Miss Mu was skeptical about Yang Mo's suggestion, which sounded extremely unreliable.

It was not until Yang Mo found a fellow villager and followed his instructions and spent several days using the village production team's crude equipment and more than 100 kilograms of sweet potatoes to distill a barrel of liquid full of pungent alcohol smell,

After carefully tasting and comparing for a long time, Miss Mu finally believed what this guy said - although the taste is still somewhat different from vodka, and it does not have the fragrance of Chinese liquor, the spicy feeling at the entrance has really dissipated almost completely, and it even has a sweet taste.

So, Miss Mu readily promised to fulfill her promise when she moved to a new house at the end of the year, but she also lost a huge sum of one hundred dollars to pay for the equipment and raw materials.

Of course, it is unknown how much money from the one hundred dollars will go into Yang Mo's pocket... Because this is the village where Yang Mo's "third uncle" lives. With the current compromised relationship between the two parties and the pile of extremely cheap raw materials, it is obvious that a lot of money will flow back to Yang Mo.

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After confirming that Yang Mo's bad idea was effective, Mu Liya first submitted an application to the company in the name of the leader of the diversified development research team, "Suggestions on Promoting the Restructuring of Linyi County's First State-owned Winery", and then took a few days off and disappeared mysteriously.

As soon as the eldest lady left, the male creatures in the general office finally recovered to their previous state after a day of depression.

As New Year's Day was approaching, all departments were busy celebrating the drilling company's overfulfillment of its production targets this year by holding this year's grand cultural evening party;
As a new department, the rookies in the general office are naturally unwilling to lag behind and are eager to try their best to shine at the evening party.

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Different from other young people who are eager to show off, Yang Mo is currently reading a copy of "Qi Men Dun Jia" that he just borrowed from Wan Bin seriously - he has encountered bad things one after another in just half a year, and he feels that he needs to study how to change his Feng Shui.

As for why you don't buy it yourself, but have to borrow it from others...

Isn’t that nonsense? Buying books is free!
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How are the six instruments striking the body and the three wonders entering the tomb calculated?
What is Tianpan Liugeng?
The stems of the year, month, day and hour constitute the year grid, month grid, day grid and hour grid... How do they correspond?

Tengshe at the Door: False alarm, returning halfway, blocked by wind and rain... Damn it, how can I know which of the "Twelve Gods' Fulfillment Secrets" applies to my current state! ?
After just half an hour of watching, Yang Mo felt dizzy and a nameless anger burned in his chest.

Damn it! This thing is even more brain-burning than calculus, and there are no case studies or references. For a loser like him who is completely clueless about math, physics and chemistry... it's really not user-friendly!

Just when a poor student was getting frustrated because his IQ was crushed, a voice suddenly sounded from the side.

"Hey, Yang Mo, stop talking nonsense. I've already told you that this thing is not for Feng Shui, but you still don't believe it... Have you decided what program you want to sign up for?"

When I turned around, it was Bao Shuxian.

Seeing this fellow combing his hair back in a very coquettish way, with a thick layer of mink cream on his hair, which made his originally thin face look even more like a traitor, Yang Mo pointed at the dozens of densely packed acne on his right forehead without mercy: "Are you planning to play a toad on stage? Why, you are dressed so coquettishly, and you are still thinking about the group of swans at the last social gathering?"

Hearing Yang Mosun calling him a toad, Bao Shuxian was immediately furious. However, when he heard the other party mention the group of women at the last social gathering, his face turned pale. Without saying anything, he immediately used his fingers like a comb to fiddle with his extremely eye-catching slicked-back hair, and re-parted it into a 3:7 split - it was obvious that the last social gathering had left some indelible shadows on this "Pen of the General Office".

"Hey, Yang Mo, judging from your expression, you probably haven't decided what program to sign up for... How about signing up for a poetry recitation with me?" Bao Shuxian looked at him shyly and said in a tone that was half condescending, half flattering.

Yang Mo glanced at him with disdain. It’s obvious that you don’t dare to go on stage alone, so you want to pull someone to give you courage!

"Why don't you go find Lao Su? I never thought about signing up for a program from the beginning...Anyway, a department can only be on two programs at most. Look at our office, does it look like we are short of programs?" Yang Mo didn't appreciate it at all.

Hearing this, Bao Shuxian said with a bitter face: "I looked for Su Yu, but it was too late. He was taken away by Zhang Lin from the service team. He said he wanted to form a group and was in need of someone who could play the pipa."

Zhang Lin was the young man who talked at length about Chinese and Western musical instruments at the last social gathering. In the past month or so, whenever they had time, this group of young people who had a great time chatting at the social gathering would get together on weekends, so Yang Mo was not unfamiliar with this name.

"What? Old Su can actually play the pipa?" Yang Mo opened his mouth wide, completely unable to digest this news.

lute?

Isn't that something played by women?

Yang Mo couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Su Yu, a handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, plucking the strings of the pipa on the stage with his fingers as soft as soft and a shy face.

Relatively speaking, it is more acceptable to know that Bao Shuxian is actually a transgender person, right?

Facing Yang Mo's strange look, Bao Shuxian was speechless: "Hey, hey, hey, who told you that only women can play the pipa... This thing has its own killing power. Since the Tang Dynasty, it has been the fourth most important instrument for men after the qin, flute, and flute. It even ranked before the erhu and xun!"

"Eh? Really... No, Fourth Brother, when did you also understand this?" Yang Mo looked at Bao Shuxian in disbelief. Isn't this guy just like himself, a complete poor student?

Seeing that this guy was intimidated by him, Bao Lao Si smugly rolled his eyes at Yang Mo, "Zhang Lin comes to every weekend party, and every time he gets excited, he talks about Chinese music. You can't help but listen...Except for you, who always disappears, how many people here don't know this common sense!?"

Hearing the complaint in Bao Shuxian's words, Yang Mo touched his nose awkwardly, and then decisively changed the subject: "Well, didn't you want to sign up for poetry recitation? Where's the poem? Let me see it?"

Although he knew that this guy was deliberately changing the subject, when his own poetry was mentioned, Bao Shuxian still hesitated for a long time before he took out a stack of stationery from his pocket.

"So long?" Yang Mo took the letter paper and flipped through it casually. There were actually four or five sheets.

Brother, we only have five minutes on stage for each show. Poetry recitation is not like reading a document. With so many words, is five minutes enough?
Bao Shuxian looked a little embarrassed: "Well, actually I have written several songs, but I haven't decided which one to submit yet... Can you give me some advice?"

"Oh? Are you sure you didn't come to me to show off your writing skills?" Yang Mo looked at him suspiciously, with a hundred percent disbelief in his eyes.

This guy is a repressed man. His only two hobbies are gossiping with others and showing off his writing skills that will never be able to publish a book to his acquaintances. Therefore, Yang Mo is very suspicious of his intentions.

As if his tail had been stepped on, Bao Shuxian became angry and said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up and help me with some advice!"

Seeing that this guy was anxious, Yang Mo curled his lips and unceremoniously snatched half a pack of Golden Chicken from this guy's pocket. Then he lit a cigarette and slowly admired the "masterpiece" on the letter paper...

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Untitled. No. 1

The brook gurgles, birds sing, the grass and trees are lush, and a man walks alone;

If it weren't for the money that locks up our youth, we would have been able to travel across the mountains and rivers like the flowing clouds.

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Nowadays, anyone who calls himself a poet likes to use titles like "Untitled" to show off his or her status.

In theory, although the wording of this poem is a bit deliberate and the rhyme has some problems, it reads smoothly as a whole and should be considered a pretty good poem.

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"Comrade Lao Si, what's the point of reading this at the New Year's Day gala where the whole company is celebrating?!"

"And [If it weren't for the money that locks up your youth]? Do you believe that after you recite this poem, the Personnel Department will ask you to [River and Mountain, Horse Riding, Touching the Flowing Clouds] the next day!?" Yang Mo was waiting for Bao Shuxian with a look of disappointment on his face, and his index finger holding the cigarette almost poked this guy's forehead.

Bao Shuxian obviously understood the problem with this poem, and he smiled awkwardly and said, "It's so rare that I write a poem that I'm satisfied with, so I can't bear to tear it up... Oh, forget about this one, look at the next one!"………………

Untitled. Part 2

The shadows of flowers in front of the window sway in the evening light, and the pine ink on the paper surrounds the candlelight;
The letter has been sent to the bank of the Yellow River, but no dust has been seen on the graves of my predecessors.

The pillow is covered with smoke, frost and mist, and the moon is shrouded in mist. I lie drunkenly in the deep night.
But I’m sad that the peach blossoms don’t meet the snow, so I’ll wait for a pot of spring in Nanshan.

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Untitled. Part 3

Half my life was in a trance, like mud, and I woke up from a dream.

When I woke up, I regretted that time had passed so quickly. I was young and didn’t know the clock was ringing so early.

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After scanning through the entire poem, Yang Mo rolled his eyes and said, "Comrade Lao Si, let's not talk about whether these two poems are doggerel poems or not, but just three points:"

"First, hypocrisy, the young man pretends to be sad."

"Second, there are more negatives than positives, which is not suitable for a New Year's Eve party."

"Three, short!"

As he spoke, Yang Mo looked at Bao Shuxian with some pain in his teeth: "Comrade Lao Si, don't you have a longer poem? With just a few words, how are you going to last five minutes?"

After three poems were rejected in a row, Bao Shuxian looked a little downcast and said in a frustrated tone: "Yes, there is, at the bottom, but... it's a prose poem."

Obviously, he is different from the current mainstream "poets". In his mind, prose poems that are no different from nonsense are far less valuable than ancient poems.

Yang Mo couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw this guy.

Brother, this is just a program to kill time. Do you think this is a poetry competition?
Thinking of this, he turned directly to the last page of the letter paper.

"Huh??"

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Waiting for a Sunny Day

1988, ten years later, I am waiting for a sunny day.

A gentleman is humble and self-disciplined, and he is modest and dignified.
With the ideal of family and country in mind, we will sweep away all evil spirits and bring clarity and clarity to the world.

I will eventually die in this wheat field on a sunny day, with the wheat growing wildly all over my back;

My descendants will probably be like this, with wheat growing wildly on their corpses;

After my death, neither I nor my descendants will have any hatred or resentment towards you.

I only hope that young people in the future will not forget themselves, their self-respect and self-confidence; even if they die nine times, they will not regret it.

in this way,

The world is not far away from being united, and the saints and I can also smile in the grave...

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Although some of its content is a bit taboo, and from a slightly more critical perspective, this poem is a bit immature and pretentious, but this prose poem with plain words is subtly filled with a kind of youthful and indomitable spirit that belongs only to this era - compared with all the flowery nonsense of later generations, it is not an exaggeration to describe this poem as crushing.

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"Fourth Brother, did you really write this poem?" After a small shock, Yang Mo looked at Bao Shuxian with suspicion.

This guy is just a reserved man. Can he really write such a strong prose poem?

When Yang Mo asked this, Bao Shuxian blushed. After hesitating for a long time, he whispered, "This poem was written by Chen Feiyu and I... He wrote a few lines, and I wrote a few lines."

Chen Feiyu?
Thinking of the young man who was determined to translate Chinese classics overseas, Yang Mo suddenly realized,

I mean, it's such a good poem, but you had to put it at the bottom. It turns out that you are not the only one who wrote it.

Without any hesitation, Yang Mo decided immediately: "I'll report this poem... Compared with this poem, what the hell are those other poems of yours!?"

Hearing Yang Mo belittling his other poems, Bao Shuxian snatched back the half-pack of golden chickens with a snort: "What do you mean by that? How can a guy like you who can't even write a full-blown application report appreciate it... Fine, since you've decided to choose this poem, I'll submit both the poem and our names!"

Yang Mo quickly grabbed him: "Hey~Hey~Hey~! Why are you saying my name? Since this poem was written by you and Chen Feiyu, then say your two names...Wouldn't it be wonderful for you two great poets to go on stage and recite your works together!"

"Report Chen Feiyu's name?"

Bao Shuxian looked at Yang Mo with some confusion: "But... Chen Feiyu is from the Linpan Oil Refinery!"

Yang Mo rolled his eyes. "So what if they are from Linpan Refinery? Aren't they all from the oil industry? The company documents don't say that we can't ask for outside help. Besides, the two companies are so close, wouldn't it be a good idea to visit each other?"

As he spoke, Yang Mo showed a mysterious smile on his face: "Believe me, the company is definitely happy to see this kind of thing... Maybe Director Zhang will give you a big verbal praise afterwards!"

Bao Shuxian was stunned for a moment, then he remembered something and slammed his hand with sudden realization: "Yes~! How could I have forgotten this!"

As a friend who always hangs out with Yang Mo and Su Yu, Bao Shuxian naturally gradually understood the original intention of establishing this comprehensive office.

"Hey~! OK, I'll call Chen Feiyu right now and ask that bastard to squeeze out some time to come over for rehearsal... As for you... hehe, this poet regrets to tell you... you've been kicked off the candidate list!" Bao Shuxian pointed at Yang Mo viciously.

Seeing this guy with a middle school syndrome, Yang Mo kicked him and said, "Get lost! You talk as if no one wants to go on stage with you!"

Seeing Comrade Bao Laosi leaving with a smug smile on his face, Yang Mo laughed a few times and then touched his chin thoughtfully.

Tsk tsk,

It seems that everyone is in high spirits right now~!

(End of this chapter)