Chapter 1: The Maoshan Atlas
In December 1967, an unprecedented cold wave swept through the city, which has always been regarded as the gateway to the Son of Heaven, and the land of China was experiencing an unprecedented catastrophe. The storm reached its peak in this year, and even reached Hong Kong, and the wind of going to the countryside, which had already begun to take shape, disturbed the hearts of people everywhere. Compared to the countryside, city life is still quite superior, more or less monthly food and oil security, although not enough to eat, but after all, than the countryside of the white potato noodles much stronger, the shadow of the degree of famine (1959-1961, spread throughout the country ************, also known as the folk "degree of famine") in the minds of the people branded is too deep! The shadow of the famine (1959-1961) is too deep in people's hearts.
As the clerk of the school reform committee, Zhang Guozhong was full of worries recently, because the reform committee gave him a very unreliable task, that is, to write an article criticizing feudal superstition.
Zhang Guozhong is a junior college teacher, the original school in this school, and then because of good grades, stay in school as a teacher, do not underestimate the junior college, that era, the examination on the junior college can be more difficult than the current examination of Tsinghua University, * before, the examination can not be a junior college of people, only to go to high school, until the middle of the reform and opening up is the same, then the graduates of the junior college, definitely counted on the real material of intellectuals.
For the graduation of the language nearly perfect score Zhang Guozhong, a critical article is simply a hand pinch, small to the principal secretary, large to the famous generals of World War II, as long as the pen to Zhang Guozhong, absolutely became incorrigible scum. But for this book copied from the school party secretary's home in the late Qing Dynasty version of the "Maoshan Atlas" but really can not write.
The book is written, all what how to subdue demons and ghosts of a method, and some similar to the illustrations of martial arts, some of the plant artifacts that they have never heard of and some inexplicable things, as well as the use of these things eccentric and incomparable method, more so that Zhang Guo-Zhong puzzled, is the description of how to solve some of the human body seemingly sick, but the method is very incredible, for example, under the eaves of the soil, Drinking fragrant oil soaked with ancient copper coins and the like, completely irrelevant.
Write critical articles, is to be justified, this is also the requirements of the Revolutionary Committee, you say that this thing is bad, you must explain the causes and consequences, bad where, why bad, to the masses brought what bad, what kind of things are not bad clouds. If it is a critique of "Liaozhai" this kind of deification of the legend, it is okay to write, but the book in front of us, it seems to be nothing bad for people, at most, said that this book is written by the fake deception, but the deception and poison is completely two concepts, written as a deception is sure to hand over the difference, the only requirement of the Revolutionary Committee, is to describe this kind of thing as a poisonous five thousand years of the Chinese nation's cancer, but in the view of Zhang Guo-Zhong this kind of argument is basically But in Zhang Guo-zhong's opinion, this argument is simply not possible to talk about ah, the book is not written with a living person to sacrifice or kill and set fire to, at most, let the people under the eaves of the soil washed water to drink, is it a scourge of the Chinese nation for five thousand years? Thinking of this, Zhang Guozhong will be at a loss.
Two weeks have passed, Zhang Guozhong has always been looking through this book "Maoshan Tuji", expect to find some cracks from it, but the content of the book seems marginal, but the actual reading is interlocked and impeccable. At this time Zhang Guozhong's grandfather came down from the attic trembling, "Child ah, what is written in that book is true, if you don't believe me, just find someone to try." "You traitor to the proletariat, I have nothing to do with you! Don't interfere with my revolutionary work!"
Since his grandfather was labeled as a traitor, Zhang Guozhong's family was no different from the ancient ministers who were raided, first his father was criticized and then expelled from the factory, then he was prevented from joining the troupe, and the glass of his own house was smashed by people from outside, and finally the whole family with tears in their eyes signed a note with his grandfather to sever their relationship and draw a clear line, and only then did they reluctantly put the matter to rest. From then on, Zhang Guozhong's grandfather could only live alone in the leaking attic, although the family was heartbroken, but there is no way out, the Zhang family and a few neighbors living in a wooden house in the original Italian lease, their every move the neighbors watched, in addition to the middle of the night secretly stuffed a piece of cotton mattress for grandpa, as long as the daytime a little bit of intimacy, are facing the danger of being reported by the neighbors.
Grandpa laughed a little, holding the wall and went downstairs step by step, but his words gave Zhang Guozhong a big wake-up call, "Yes, I'll find someone with the same symptoms as depicted in the book, and try the method in the book, and if it doesn't work, then this set of things won't be broken by itself!" To be honest, at this time, Zhang Guozhong still didn't believe half of these unbelievable contents in the book.
However, the symptoms depicted in the book were really not too good to find. Taking the introduction letter of the Revolutionary Committee, Zhang Guozhong visited hundreds of families in a week, and did not find a similar situation, just when Zhang Guozhong was ready to give up this needle in a haystack search, another way, a message came to Zhang Guozhong's ears.
This morning, the Revolutionary Committee of the small Liu ran to Zhang Guozhong home, told Zhang Guozhong, the school party secretary Wei Laodi died (all the people who were criticized, are to be removed from the title, a nickname, criticized the time of the forest and the hole, even the hole old man was put on the nickname of the hole Laodi, not to mention that this name is not seen by the Secretary of the also does not pass on), is afraid of suicide, his daughter-in-law is crazy, but the sanity of the very lucid, only from time to time babbling! The first thing I did was to ask my daughter-in-law to go to the hospital, and then I was told that she was going to have to go to the hospital, and then I was going to have to go to the hospital, and then I was going to have to go to the hospital, and then I was going to have to go to the hospital, and then I was going to have to go to the hospital.
With this news, let Zhang Guozhong heart a move, because the Wei Lao Er daughter-in-law's symptoms, seems to be with the "Maoshan Tuji" describes some of the symptoms match very well, "as long as I use the book to try the method, if it is ineffective, then the argument will have." After thinking about it, Zhang Guozhong kicked the vinegar bottle at home in his bag, put on a pen and paper and the pomelo leaves he had found beforehand, and set off with Xiao Liu.
Arriving at Wei Lao Er's house, Zhang Guozhong couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. To be honest, Wei Secretary was very kind in life, and erudite, pro qin, chess, calligraphy and painting omnipotent, for a long time Zhang Guozhong used to worship Wei Secretary, but at this time the Wei Secretary's home, with no incense for decades of broken temples is not much difference, everywhere is the wreckage of the smashing and looting after the only Wei Secretary's wife lying alone in bed, mouth drooling, babbling non-stop, in the bedside, stood a few full-face At the side of the bed stood a few serious young students and teachers.
Zhang Guozhong sat directly on the ground from finding a piece of torn newspaper, carefully observing Secretary Wei's wife, listening carefully to every word and sentence he said.
"How can I be a traitor? I joined the party at the age of 38, when Tianjin was liberated I was the captain of the school picket team, I also caught spies and made merits, it's all on my file, what you guys are saying are all false accusations!" Said these words, Wei secretary's wife eyes dull but fierce tone, the whole room is filled with a strange atmosphere.
"Do you think he's really mentally ill, or is he pretending to be ill to try to open a trust for Wei Lao Er? What he said about the record of catching secret agents is indeed true, it's really strange, this matter Wei Lao Er didn't mention it during his lifetime, even Principal Chen didn't know there was such a thing." Xiao Liu secretly muttered to Zhang Guozhong. "Hush, don't talk, listen to what else she wants to say!"
