Chapter 322: The Orchid of a Gentleman

The lunch was indeed quite rich, and it was also full of wine. The pork belly was cut into cubes of about one centimeter, and the vermicelli was stewed with red and oily stewed, and it seemed like it was an appetite. All these rural men had quantity, basically one bottle for each person. Seeing that the fat man caught the liar, his heart was completely settled, so he opened his stomach and filled a bottle and a half of his own.

The waiter was dizzy: the model workers' alcohol tolerance is also a model.

After eating and drinking, everyone suggested going on the street. Although they drank a lot of wine, they came to attend the model worker conference and kept some amount of it, worried that they would lose their composure if they drank too much.

It is common for a fat man to enter the city, so he lies down in the room to rest. When everyone leaves, the room seems deserted and suitable for a nap. The fat man has always advocated Zhu Bajie's famous saying "If you eat enough, you won't be able to hold your body up, and you won't have fat in your stomach", so he lay on the bed and shouted at the pig's head.

Just when he was in a daze, the waiter brought in another model worker. This man in his forties was wearing a blue shirt, straight trousers and a pair of leather sandals on his feet. He looked like he didn't come out of the field.

The fat man stood up from the bed, frightened the man, and then looked at the fat man in front of him carefully: he had big feet barefoot, two wrinkled cloth shirts covered his belly, and was wearing a tight vest on his upper body. He looked so rustic.

"Are you also attending the model worker conference?" The man asked the fat man with a puzzled face, his tone full of doubts.

The fat man felt a little unhappy, but he was a man who was so heartless that he soon stopped caring and tried his best to make a big head: "Well, everyone else has gone to the street, comrade, you sit down."

The man frowned and felt that the fat man was talking too rustic. A big breath came to his face. So he sat down on a bed diagonally opposite the fat man.

Speaking of which, the fat man lived in Kuangshan for two years. In addition to learning the simple folk customs, he also learned a pure local accent. Although the fat man can still speak in a literary way, most of the time, he always speaks a Northeast accent, which makes him feel comfortable.

Seeing the man with disdain, the fat man was unwilling to talk to him more, so he lay down on the bed with a bang and continued to sleep.

The man slapped the bed where the fat man was sleeping, and quickly closed his eyes. He was really worried that he would fall apart. He was quite bored to stay by himself, so he asked the fat man: "Comrade Fat, how did you get rich?"

The fat man was too lazy to get up and put his arms behind his head: "I was lucky enough to catch some sika deer on the mountain and raise it myself. What are you doing?"

The man took out his handkerchief and wiped it on his forehead: "My family lives in the county town and likes to raise some flowers and plants. Because he has a pot of Clivia, he was rated as a household of 10,000 yuan. In fact, someone gave me hundreds of thousands of yuan in this pot of flowers, and I was not willing to sell them."

The fat man grabbed his head with his other hand: "Then you are a little embarrassed to participate in this model worker. When will you organize a 100,000 yuan household selection be the right fit for you."

Seeing the face of this Clivia ten-year-old household, the fat man felt a little moved: Could this person be like the one who sells earthworms, also a liar?

So he immediately turned over and got up: "I really don't know that raising Clivia can make a fortune. What is Clivia?"

"It's a green plant with slender leaves as long as a sword, neither vines nor branches, as upright and unyielding as a gentleman." The man seemed to really like Clivia. When he mentioned this, his eyes shone brightly.

"Can you sell me some Clivia seedlings? I want to raise such a valuable thing too." The fat man began to test, and his face looked like he was obsessed with money.

The man frowned in disgust: "This flower cannot be raised by a gentleman. You can see it from afar and not play with it. You cannot sell it for a thousand gold!"

The fat man was amused when he heard this: It seems that this person is not a liar, he is really a flower lover, and he is a bit of the fake aloofness of ancient literati.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that the person is not so annoying: "The orchid is in the empty valley, and I admire you. I heard that you speak extraordinaryly, I must be a knowledgeable man. How dare you ask where you are? "The fat man couldn't help but throw some words.

The Clivia ten-year-old household had lit up and looked at the fat man again. He immediately got closer to him: "I am Yue Ziwen, a Chinese teacher at a high school in the county. Comrade, are you really a farmer?"

"Haha, I am indeed a farmer, but my wife who has not passed by is a private teacher, but she is just a primary school student." After the fat man learned of the other party's identity, he realized that he must not be a liar, but he was just a little vain.

"Teacher Yue, there is something I want to tell you, this Clivia is probably not worth that much money. If someone buys it at a high price, but it is not worth a single one in the end, isn't that a scam?" The fat man said this time really heartily.

The Clivia ten-year-old household shook his head slightly: "In my mind, this flower is a priceless treasure, but when it comes to real value, it is probably not too valuable if measured by money."

"Then you said just now that it's worth more than 100,000!" the fat man asked.

"I just had to do it. Someone asked me to be this ten thousand yuan household. What can I do? A stinky old man who just turned over!" Teacher Yue gradually became a little angry in his words. It could be seen that it was not his original intention to attend this model worker conference.

It is said that in the 1960s and 1970s, especially during the Cultural Revolution, intellectuals, especially teachers, were named the stinking ninth place and their status was very low.

This name also has a certain origin. During the Yuan Dynasty, the social hierarchy was strict. The ninth type of person was "Confucian", which was equivalent to an intellectual. Looking at its predecessors, you can understand its status: the eighth type is "prostitute" and the tenth type is "beggar".

After smashing the Gang of Four, the intellectual policy was gradually implemented, and the title of "Shao Lao Jiu" was gradually cancelled, but its impact did not completely dissipate.

When Teacher Yue sighed, the fat man smiled: "Is this the way the gentleman in ancient times acting?"

The Clivia Ten Thousandth House suddenly changed his expression and lowered his head to think. The fat man no longer cared about him, covered his cloth shirt on his belly, and soon fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but I was pulled to death by someone. The fat man got up from the bed and rubbed his eyes. Seeing that the model workers had all returned, he asked sleepyly: “What’s wrong with having supper?”

A light cough came, and the fat man realized that there were a few more people in the room, including the county magistrate Zhao Wanshan, and the remaining few were probably all the leaders of the county.

When County Magistrate Zhao saw the fat man here, he felt unhappy. He glanced at him coldly and said, "The model workers of all communes are here. On behalf of the county party committee and county government, I would like to congratulate everyone."

Everyone was a little flattered, only the fat man smacked his lips and yawned a big yawn.

Due to his identity, County Magistrate Zhao certainly could not have a common experience with him, so he continued: "Tomorrow's model worker meeting was originally planned to make a typical speech, but this afternoon, representatives from all communes who attended the meeting unanimously asked each model worker to introduce his experience in getting rich, so everyone will prepare."

When everyone heard this, they immediately got up. Wang Laogan said, "I can farm and I have never spoken."

"It doesn't matter, then let's talk about your farming. Below are township cadres and farmers' representatives. The more you say it, the more willing everyone will listen." County Magistrate Zhao is not at all good, and this is reasonable.

All the model workers were relieved and lowered their heads to think about how to speak. County Magistrate Zhao encouraged him again, and then took the people away.

The Clivia 10,000 yuan household followed him, but soon returned with a look of disappointment. The fat man understood that it must be the county magistrate Zhao, who was very fond of merit, who supported Teacher Yue as a 10,000 yuan household.

As soon as the county leaders left, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became lively again. Captain Niu smiled and said, "Do you need to write a speech or something? Our teacher Yue is a high school Chinese teacher. This is the old lady blowing her nose - pinching her hands to hold it."

"It's good that way, but I don't know a few words, so let's forget it, what you say is what you want." Wang Lao Gan kept smacking his lips, looking very regretful.

But the ten thousand yuan household who was running for transportation came to Teacher Yue: "Teacher, please write me something, hehe, so that you won't be embarrassed on the stage."

Clivia Ten Thousand People's eyes were a little lost, but they nodded: "Okay, you can talk about your own affairs, so I'm also targeting it."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and the transport ten thousand yuan household said stammeringly: "Teacher, this - this is not good to fart on the stage, it seems that it is even more impossible to let go of shit, right?"

The fat man was drinking tea and almost laughed: it seemed that he could not get a piece of it when he asked Teacher Yue to write a speech for them.

Clivia was stunned for a moment before reacting: "What I mean is, if you tell me, I can polish and process it for you."

"Forget it, I'd better think about it myself." A "targeted" asked the transport ten thousand yuan household to retreat. He lay on the bed, closed his eyes and rested.

The others also went back to their houses and were ready to go. Only the fat man drank a pot of tea like nothing happened, and then walked out.

The sun is already westward, and the heat outside is gradually fading. There are several rows of lilac planted in the yard, and they are almost gone, but the fragrance is still very strong. There are also several rows of hibiscus, with yellow flowers, but it is peak season.

The fat man had nothing to do, so he was wandering around the flowers, thinking in his mind that after returning to the village, he would have to continue planting trees.

Suddenly, there was one more person behind me. When I looked back, it was the Clivia.

"Teacher Yue is also out for a walk. Look at this lilac, how does it compare to your Clivia?" the fat man asked as if chatting.

Teacher Yue stopped in front of a lilac plant, and there were several late blooming branches, with fine lilac flowers dots on it. Each flower looked inconspicuous, but hundreds of them were densely packed together to form a prosperous branch.

"One is self-admiration, the other is a colorful and beautiful woman. Who is better or worse? Who can tell me clearly?" Clivia murmured in her ten thousand yuan household registration, as if she was talking to herself, and as if she was answering the fat man's question.

The fat man yelled a few times: "If it were me, I would rather be a lilac. At least I have so many partners, and I will not be lonely at all, and I will be lively and prosperous."

While saying that, he looked carefully on a lilac branch, and suddenly he shouted: "Five-petal lilac, you are so lucky. You can actually find five-petal lilac. It seems that I will definitely find happiness."
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