Bloody Journey: Those Years in Northeast China

Bloody Journey: Those Years in the Northeast - Chapter 171 Brother, Are You New?

"There is a ditch in the Great North, its name is prison, and the depth of the prison..."

Li Guodong walked to the quarry of the prison while muttering the crooked poem imitating Zhuangzi's Happy Journey.Originally, the squadron leader of the prison area said that he wanted to accompany Li Guodong for a tour and introduce the situation of the prison to Li Guodong, but Li Guodong refused.

Because Li Guodong first came to the prison, he didn't want other people's opinions to influence him, so he decided to walk around first, take a look, and collect first-hand information.

At this time, it was time to rest, and the prisoners in the prison were chatting together in twos and threes on the construction site of the quarry.Living a life of heavy labor reform and narrow prison cells every day, such rest time is extremely precious to these prisoners!

On a towering boulder, a fat, bald prisoner sat on it.The prisoner had a high nose, big eyes, and deep eye sockets. He looked about 35 or [-] years old.His appearance is not the same as that of ordinary Han people, but this difference in appearance did not affect the appeal of this person. Dozens of people surrounded the boulder on the third floor and the third floor, and they all looked forward to it. And eager eyes stared at the man on the boulder.

"Let me tell you, you don't get together one by one, just talk about picking skins, cheating on horses and other crap, and go to the prison library to read more books when you are out. Do you know that reading books is beneficial?" The middle-aged man was sitting on a boulder, spitting and talking eloquently.

"Brother Erlang, you said you let us read every day. What's the use of reading? My head hurts when I read a book." Some of the onlookers asked in confusion.

"Grass, just looking at you like that, I know that you are not promising. There is a poet named Romain Rolland on the big brother of the Soviet Union. He once said a word, what is it called..." Speaking of this, the middle-aged man scratched his head With his bald head, it seemed that he couldn't remember that sentence for a while.

"The words are on the lips, why can't he come up with it?" The middle-aged man said to himself there.

"Black-haired people don't know how to study hard early, but white-haired people know how to study late!" A quick-talking person interjected.

"Fuck off, that's what I said yesterday. What I said today was Romain Rolland, a foreigner." The middle-aged man glared at the fast-talking man and said angrily.

"Oh, I remembered, that sentence said, 'Books are the nourishment of the whole world. Without books in life, it is like there is no sunlight on the earth; without books in wisdom, it is like birds without wings.'"

After thinking for a long time, the middle-aged man called Brother Erlang finally remembered this sentence, and hurriedly said it triumphantly.

But he accidentally put Shakespeare's words on Romain Rolland, and also wronged Romain Rolland's nationality.

But the words "Romain Rolland" and "birds without wings" have not been seen by the prisoners in these prisons, they have never even heard of them. Of course, no one has noticed the mistake of the middle-aged man.

"Brother Erlang, foreigners always speak in a strange way. I think what they say is inferior to the poems written by my second brother." Some people began to flatter this middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man glanced at the speaker approvingly, with a reserved smile on his face. Obviously, this flattery made him feel very useful.

Looking around the crowd with a smile, the middle-aged man said slowly: "It's too late to say that. After all, we are all Chinese. You think my poems are good because my poems conform to the standards of our Chinese people. Speaking habits. When you first start reading foreign literature, you have to adapt to the language style of those foreigners. In fact, I am also in the stage of adapting. I was reading the book "How the Steel Was Tempered" published by the Soviet Union in the library the other day. Makes me tired too."

"Brother Erlang, do you still read the book on steelmaking? Can you understand it?" Someone had a look of surprise on his face.

"Well, it's really difficult. The science and technology of the big brother of the Soviet Union is really not covered. This kind of professional book seems to me to be very difficult." The middle-aged man actually sighed while speaking, as if I feel very ashamed of my lack of professional skills.

"Brother Erlang, even you have struggled to read foreign books, let alone us, please recommend some Chinese books to us." Another person echoed.

"Well, if you want to talk about our Chinese culture, it is indeed extensive and profound. I will recommend to you the four great classics left by our ancestors. Go back and have a look. Don't throw away the things of your ancestors." Said the last sentence At the time, the middle-aged man's tone was a bit bleak, and he seemed very earnest.And when talking about the ancestors, the middle-aged man looked at the distance leisurely, as if he saw those ancient sages.

"The Four Great Classics? What are those?" Some people don't understand

"Fuck, I don't know the four great classics, so don't tell me that you have messed with me when you go out in the future." The middle-aged man glanced at the interrogator with disdain, paused, and continued: "The so-called four great classics are actually Water Xu (xu) Biography, Journey to the West, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and Yang Jiajiang, these four books have all been baptized by history, left behind by the great waves, we Chinese must read them all.”

Hearing that the middle-aged man pretended to be a man of culture and recommended books to others, he actually mispronounced two of the four books. Finally, Li Guodong couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

Hearing General Yang and someone calling him Brother Erlang at this moment, Li Guodong finally remembered, besides Erhuizi, who can rank General Yang among the four great classics?

This person is none other than Yang Erlang, Erhuizi, one of the Seven Langs and Eight Tigers of the old Yang family.

Erhuizi has always asked others to call him Yang Erlang, because of this, the people in the mine often laughed at him behind his back.Especially Chen Tiezhu, in the few years just after the fight, Chen Tiezhu would be buried twice as soon as he drank.

"Erhuizi pretends to be a cultural person every day. I don't know him yet. He was expelled from school before he finished his first year of junior high school. He still licks his face everywhere and says he graduated from junior high school. What a fool!" Zi Chen Tiezhu doesn't show his anger, he hates people who pretend to be b.

Chen Tiezhu only had a primary school education, so he was very disgusted with the fact that the second-time son pretended to be a highly educated person.After all, with Chen Tiezhu's culture, you can only read comic books. According to the current words, Chen Tiezhu belongs to the anime youth, Hari family; Head, it definitely belonged to the youth of literature and art back then, from the Kazakh National Studies Department, so the two people were born with incompatibility, and when they met, they pinched each other like sparks hitting the earth.

Although Li Guodong had never met Erhuizi, his cousin scolded him every day after drinking. After a long time, Li Guodong naturally had such a number one person in his heart.Reminiscent of the poem imitating a free and unfettered excursion just now, with the words Yang Jia Erlang, Li Guodong is absolutely sure of the identity of Erhuizi.

"Second time!" Li Guodong stood on the periphery of the crowd and shouted loudly.

"What a fool, you dare to call me Second Brother like that, are you impatient?" Before Second Huizi could speak, someone turned around and cursed at Li Guodong angrily.

Although the nickname Yang Erlang didn't come out when he was outside, it became popular in the prison. Everyone in the prison knew that what Erlang Ge disliked most was when others called him Erhuizi.

So when I heard that someone dared to call Erhuizi so openly, before Erhuizi had any reaction, Erhuizi's younger brother didn't want to.

But when he turned his head, he saw Li Guodong standing there wearing the prison guard's clothes, and the person who was angry just now was startled.

In prison, the most unofficial person is the prison guard!

Seeing his younger brother being stunned by a prison guard, Er Huizi slowly stood up and walked down from the boulder, Shi Shi ran to Li Guodong.

Er Huizi's expression was very calm, and his steps were very steady. He was not afraid of facing the prison guards, Er Huizi looked like a big brother.

"Brother, are you new here? Maybe you know my nickname when I was hanging out, but here, thanks to the love of all brothers, everyone calls me Yang Erlang, and I will bother you to call my new nickname in the future." .”

The smile on Erhuizi's face was like a spring breeze, and while talking, he reached out and patted Li Guodong's shoulder.

Er Huizi's arrogant attitude made Li Guodong a little dumbfounded.Because the former warden's clothes were too bulky, it was like performing a big show by himself, so this morning Li Guodong asked the office director of the Prison Administration Section to find a suit that fit him and put it on.

But he never expected that Erhuizi would actually regard himself as a new prison guard, and looking at Erhuizi, these ordinary prison guards seemed to be ignored by him.

"Second time is awesome, isn't it?" Li Guodong thought to himself.