Anyone who comes here — Shuhua Farm — must feel that there is no war in the world, and that there is no bombardment, slaughter, and death that comes with war. In terms of scenery, this place really deserves to be called the paradise of the chaotic world. In front of it is a river that has just been turned by a small gorge, and the water is always so clear and turquoise that people are willing to jump into it in winter and spring. Behind it is a small hill. There is nothing on the mountain, except for a clump of green bamboo dwarf trees, and in the empty space of the bamboo and tree, there are often ochre-colored blocks, as if the painter has dyed them.
In the middle of the hill, the green patch, in the cyan revealed one or two white walls and two or three roof ridges, is the Shuhua Farm. The small ferry on the river, about half a mile from the farm, the ferrymen in the small boats, even if they go in the opposite direction, tend to turn their heads and look at this beautiful place. If they go up the slope, they must point to the farm, because the half-yellow oranges on the trees, or the apples that are already red, always make people notice and want to praise a few times. When the spring blossoms are in full bloom, or when everyone is on vacation, the ladies in the city sometimes take a visit to shuhua farm as an elegant act, and the beauty of this farm may still exist in some small texts and short poems.
A farm must not be built for the sake of watching and playing: then we cannot simply praise the scenery and ignore the more practical things. In fact, the water used by Shuhua Farm is no problem, because the river is under its feet. There is no problem with the shipment of the production. It is only more than thirty miles away from Chongqing City, and you can take a boat in the river, and there are also small roads on the riverside. Its equipment is quite impressive: there are duck and goose ponds, rabbit cages, flower beds, vegetable beds, cattle and sheep pens, and orchards. Duck eggs, flowers, vegetables, fruits, cow and goat milk... These are exactly what is necessary for a city like Chongqing. Moreover, its founding was in the year of the War of Resistance: the population of Chongqing, after the War of Resistance, grew day by day; so the things needed, like the things produced by vegetables and other Shuhua farms, naturally became more and more every day. There is no problem in making money.
Not far to the left from the ramp on the ferry, there are some redstones that have not yet been fully weathered, and there are several clumps of fine bamboo growing next to the stones. When you reach the bamboo bushes, you will reach the narrow and clear stone road of the farm. Not far from the bamboo bushes, there are two green pines growing opposite, and on the pine trees are hung two rough and planed wooden signs, and the white paint is painted with "Shuhua Farm". On the side of the stone road, on this side of the river, there are flowers; so that people can slowly shift their eyes to the turquoise water from the various colors of the flowers. On one side of the hill are many upright, fan-shaped grape trellises, and behind the shelves are various fruit trees. After walking the stone road, there is a vine shelf that is not very high, but quite wide, which is the gate of the farm, and the horizontal plaque is engraved with the two characters of "Shuhua". Entering the door, on the green grass, or on the way to the rubble, you can often see a few soft and light duck and goose feathers, because the duck and goose pond is on the left hand side. The ducks here are pure white and fat, the real Peking Filler Duck. Opposite the duck pond is a flat dam full of flowers, plants and vegetables. At the end of the dam, covered by bamboo trees, is the office. This is a rather sturdy and elegant two-storey building, and the fragrance of flowers and fruits will always fill every corner of the building. The cattle and sheep pens and the workers' huts were again at the back of the building, and the lambs were crying mournfully from time to time.
With some of these equipment, the farm was taught to use at least twenty or so workers. However, in terms of its production capacity and good sales of its products, it should make money in addition to all expenses. Whether it is an insider or a layman, as long as they have seen this farm, they probably will not imagine that this is a money-losing business.
However, Shuhua Farm loses money.
When you start it, of course, you have to advance money to the "inside". However, chicken and duck, green vegetables, flowers, cow and sheep milk, it does not take a long time to have some numbers in terms of profits. According to the connoisseur's calculations, if the second year is not very smooth, at least at the beginning of the third year, it can be absolutely earned.
However, the loss of Shuhua Farm was in the third year after its establishment. At the first shareholders' meeting in the third year, the director and the shareholders all sent a half-day letter to the account books.
Losing some money, the field director does not care at all, he is just one of the major shareholders, and he is elected by everyone to be the field leader. He also had many careers much bigger than the farm. But even if he didn't care about the loss of this little business, even if he forgot all about the loss as soon as he went to the courtyard and looked at the delicious flowers and plants, he was now — at the shareholders' meeting — a little uncomfortable. He is confident that he is a master, he will make money everywhere, and he is an industrialist that everyone admires. The farm loses money? It hurt his self-esteem. He loses some money, shareholders they lose some money, it doesn't matter: it's just that they can't get off the stage! It's tighter than anything! As for the shareholders, most of them can stand with the field director and call on their brothers. Their fame, capital, and ability may not be as good as the field director, but in terms of losing ten thousand and eight thousand yuan, if the field director can hold his breath, they are not convenient to make more noises. A very small number of shareholders really want to invest in the capital and make some money, but they are inconvenient to question first, because they have few shares and low status, and if they speak with a red neck, they may offend the market leaders and major shareholders - this is probably even greater than the loss of some money.
In fact, if everyone is willing to open the window and say something bright, they can point out the reasons for the loss of money in unison, without a doubt. The reason is simple, they use people wrong. The field director, although he is the field chief, cannot, refuses, will not, and disdains to go to the farm to supervise and guide everything. Shareholders don't come to see it eight times out of ten — they only want to go on a hike during a meeting, enjoy the countryside, drink two glasses of wine with old friends, and incidentally reveal their shareholder identity. Except for a few minority shareholders, most of them received the notice of the meeting, as if looking for the clothes in the box to change the festival, they stumbled upon a roll of banknotes that they couldn't remember how to put there - "Vomit, there's still a bit of fun here!" ”
The person who is actually responsible for the farm is Ding Wuyuan, Director Ding.
Ding Wuyuan, Director Ding, has been managing the farm for half a year. The farm lost money in this half a year.
Even the directors and shareholders know that if they blurt out the truth, they will definitely say in their mouths that "the reason for losing money is in the -" season, and their fingers will be extended unquestionably, pointing at Ding Wuyuan! Ding Wuyuan was sitting next to him. However, no one's mouth moved, and the fingers naturally could not be extended.
Who hadn't eaten the farm's Peking Duck, the Fat Hen grown in Italy, the pine blossoms of the Amber Heart, and the big eggs and duck eggs that made the children jump? Whose bottle has not been planted with osmanthus flowers, plums, red and white plum blossoms on the farm's large branches, and peonies and camellias for the big flowers? Whose plate has not been filled with Shandong cabbage, emerald green rape and tender peas that amaze the male and female guests?
Who gave them all this? Ding Wuyuan!
Besides, whose family fell into the red and white affairs, and was not the first director Ding to come to help? Whose family had a not-so-painful accident, and it wasn't Director Ding who, like a god of joy that descended from the sky, turned big things into small things and small things into nothing?
Yes, Director Ding is sitting here. But who would stick out their finger and poke him?
What liability issues, remedies, the shareholders' meeting did not talk about. When the banquet prepared by Director Ding was crippled, everyone could only pat him on the shoulder and say "Happy to close the meeting".
Where is Ding Wuyuan? No one knows. He is a fellow countryman for all people, no other than Chinese or foreign. His words are also worthy of his place of origin, and he will say the simplest words of the places he has been, such as "what" and "want" in Sichuan, "what to get" in Shanghai, "ma la bazi" in Beiping... They are all beautifully connected to one place, becoming an original "Chinese"; sometimes half of "Lonely", or "Night Division", add a little exoticism.
Forty years old, medium weight, a little fat face, and the flesh is bright, Ding Wuyuan is not a handsome person, but lovely. The shiny muscles on his face have taught people to be happy at first sight, coupled with a pair of full of light, multi-faceted eyes, and an expression that changes at any time and is not inappropriate, it is not only pleasing to people, but also trusting him. The most impressive manifestation of his genius is his clothes. His robes, whether silk or cloth, single or cotton, are always half new and half old, making people feel comfortable at first glance; always slightly wider than his figure, so he hangs his hands, carries his hands, and drops his hands on his back, and he has some calm and unhurried temperament. The collar and cuffs of his coat are always as white as snow; in this way, even if there is a small oil stain on the coat, or a slight fold on the placket, the collar and sleeves of his snow-white underwear will make people believe that he is the most clean person. He always wears a dress with shoes with thick white soles, and the trousers are tied with silk straps; walk fast, the white soles and trembling leg straps will show light and fluttering; slow walking, and show grace. The robe, cloth shoes, and silk trouser straps were too old-fashioned, so he inserted a parka pen and a white pencil under the collar to reconcile it. He kept talking and didn't say anything. "Yes," "Yes," "Yes," "Yes," "Yes," these little words were subtly inserted by him in the middle of other people's words, as if he had said many words. When necessary, he also collected these small words, and only rolled his eyes, or bit his lip lightly, or gave people a little ash from their clothes. These small gestures show concern, sympathy, and care, and are much more effective than words. When it comes to big things, he always cuts to the conclusion that there is no problem, absolutely! After saying this, he put the problem aside and idled something else, so that the other party immediately forgot his worries and concerns. When the other had said goodbye satisfactorily, he would fall asleep on his head, for three or four hours; when he woke up, he would forget all about the absolutely problematic thing. It wasn't until the man came again that he remembered that there had been such a thing, and he sent the other party away enthusiastically. Things, as usual, were pushed aside again. When the man was about to annoy him, he would use the farm products to make friends still reconcile with him. There is absolutely no problem with everything in the world, because he does not do it at all.
He ate well, dressed comfortably, slept sweetly, and never worried. He has absolutely no ideals, so he can't start if he wants to worry. He couldn't see anything wrong with each other's perfunctory. He only knew that perfunctory would solve everything, at least make him carefree, and his face was fat and bright. Any means sufficient to perfunctory things are wonderful means. As soon as he was given the position of farm director, he was surrounded by his aunts and uncles, and his uncles and uncles, and he immediately became the savior of the group. No way, just perfunctory. As a result, some experienced staff and workers were immediately "sent away" by him, and both the uncle and the uncle's uncle became angels who protected the Fa. Occupy the paradise on earth.
The clerks and gardeners who were not dismissed wanted to resign. However, Director Ding did not give them a chance to speak. They informed him in writing, and he didn't even look at it. So, everyone wanted to say goodbye. However, when it was time to get out of the farm, there was no consensus. When the new director arrived, he did not ask anything, but in two days he remembered everyone's names and knew their place of origin. "Old Zhang!" Director Ding's most emotional eyes, like two rays of ultraviolet light, shot into Lao Zhang's heart, "Are you a Guangyuan person?" Folks! Hard to get! Director Ding disarmed Lao Zhang.
"Old thanks!" Director Ding's fleshy and hot hand patted Lao Xie's shoulder, "Vomit, Enshi? Great place! Folks! Get it! Therefore, Lao Xie also disarmed.
Most of the old people were so moved that it was unreasonable to regard the decision to "leave without resignation" as a momentary impulse. Those who were more resolute, seeing that most of their friends were collecting troops, it was inconvenient to say anything more, although their hearts were still a little uncomfortable. Director Ding's fat hand also clapped on their shoulders, and they felt that only by serving him could they almost redeem their childish and presumptuous sins. "Director Ding is a friend!" Even if this sentence is inconvenient to say, it often flies around in everyone's hearts, like a bird out of a cage, and it is as if love can't bear to go. Everyone's trust in Director Ding is growing with the times. No matter how big or small, as long as you open your mouth to Director Ding, Director Ding will not blink or agree again. Their words of invitation had not yet been finished, and Director Ding had already said five "wants." Director Ding was entrusted, in fact, it was easy. Let's say he's going into town—he often goes into town—and he's asked to bring a few bars of soap. Those who entrusted him thought that Director Ding was a shrewd person and would be able to buy excellent things at a very cheap price. Director Ding, on the other hand, went to the city and walked into the biggest shop and took a few pieces of the most expensive soap in his hand. Take it back, say the price, and surprise the friend. "The goods are authentic," Director Ding wanted to explain clearly, "you know! Pay more money, go to the big shop to buy, can't eat losses! You don't want it, I'll keep it! How about you? "How could I not, the friend had to pick up the things and thank you."
But everyone still trusted him. When they were secretly thinking, they had to ask: Did the trustee bring something with them? Brought. Then people are not untrustworthy. Things are expensive, but good. Buying things in a big shop with no two prices, who wouldn't, why trust him? However, since he was entrusted, was he, director Ding of the hall, a person who crowded into a small stall to compete for money and bargaining? This can only be blamed on oneself, not director Ding.
Slowly, the people in the field heard again: Director Ding of Renjia did the same for the director and shareholders. No matter whether it is a "three-day" or a "full moon", Director Ding must smell the wind, and when he comes, things will have to be handled by him. Smoke, if you can buy a "fort", you can buy a "fort", and if you can buy a "three-five", it is "three-five". Wine, even if you can't find "Maotai" and "Guifei", at least it is a bamboo noodle. Meals, vomit, needless to say about the food, even the candy must be crown garden, the masters can not pick the eyes. It is true that Director Ding's method is indeed too big; however, he has made faces to the masters. The master could not speak, and could not help but admire Director Ding for seeing the world. Sometimes, the housewives want to express their dissatisfaction because Director Ding is too extravagant, but the gifts sent by Director Ding and the hospitality for them make it impossible for them to open their mouths. When they did not make a sound, the men felt that everything was done reasonably, and regarded Director Ding as a great figure. In this way, Director Ding has an identity in the eyes of the field director and shareholders, and the people on the farm dare not criticize anything anymore; even if they eat his losses, it seems that they should be.
Until Director Ding became the director for two months, everyone not only did not want to resign, but also feared being resigned. They would rather give up their faces to meet and flatter him than lose their position. The people brought by Director Ding, because they could not work, did not do anything at all. Although the original workers and clerks did not dare to openly neglect their work, it was no longer convenient for them to work eight hours a day on the ground as before. They automatically changed eight hours to seven hours, and slowly to six hours, five hours. When the director arrived in town, they simply rested all day. After more rest, and feeling stuffy, mahjong and pai-nine came into play; the cattle and sheep were hungry and screamed, and they could not suppress everyone's laughter and card sounds. Once, everyone was gambling happily, and when they looked up, Director Ding didn't know when people were standing behind Lao Zhang unconsciously! Everybody's gone!
"Come on, it's okay!" Director Ding's expression and tone of voice suddenly taught everyone that their eyes were a little wet. "Work is work, play is play!" Old Zhang, that eighty thousand play well, to get! ”
Everyone's spirit, as if they had just made a slam, was lifted. Some people were moved so much that their fingers trembled.
Let the director join. The director refused to destroy the original situation in any way. It wasn't until the end of the four laps that he was pulled by everyone and reorganized. "The casino is no big or small, win and take, lose and admit it, don't say I'm the director, who is the gardener!" The director pulled up the snow-white cuffs and smiled. There was no disagreement. "Still playing such a big game, but adding ten dollars to the hope, touching the double?" There was no objection. A new innings begins. The director's cards are played well. Not only is it good, but the cards are high, and when he plays the cards, he can't say a word, and he doesn't even say "want to get". He himself huffed the cards, gently pushing the cards down as if apologetically. The others played cards, he smiled, and almost respectfully sent the chips. Ten times, he always won money eight times, but the more he won, the more he was loved by everyone; everyone seemed to prefer to lose money to the director rather than win a few others. Losing money to Director Ding seems like an honor.
In practice, however, glory is not as useful as money. If you lose all your money, you have to think of another way to make money. Income from normal work, as everyone knows, is a fixed amount. Pointing to the monthly salary to compete with Director Ding is not feasible. Although there was no design committee created, everyone was making ideas, playing the idea of the farm. Ideas are easy to fight, but the courage to execute is very difficult to bring up. However, thanks to Director Ding, he hinted to everyone that the farm's things can be disposed of freely. Didn't you see it, the production of the farm, Director Ding casually enjoyed it himself, and took it to give it to people. Director Ding is like this, and so is the "pro-soldiers" brought by Director Ding, so why should others be extra polite?
As a result, the fat geese and ducks and oil chickens of Shuhua Farm suddenly gave up their work and stopped laying eggs, which may be close to slandering this group of conscientious animals, but the income from the eggs was really invisible in the farm's account books. Naturally, the famous duck eggs of the trees can be seen outside, which are used to hatch the ducklings, but the price is three times higher. The people who were looking for a good duck species all muttered head-to-head, "Shuhua's stuffed duck eggs have to be trusted to get their hands on it." In this sentence, Lao Zhang, Lao Xie, and Lao Li all became important people who were implored.
Immediately after the egg famine, the chicken and duck houses built according to the scientific method lost their scientific utility. Shuhua Farm is a big weasel, and every night they lose one or two big chickens or fat ducks. Sometimes weasels come out during the day to do evil, and at their most rampant times, even calves and lambs are robbed; what a weasel!
The production of flowers, vegetables, and fruits did not decrease, because the workers knew that not working at all was self-destruction. After they have lost the gamble and slept enough, they automatically work hard, not for the sake of the public, but for themselves. However, although the yield has not decreased much, the income of the farm is much worse than before. Fruits and vegetables are said to be insecticidal. The fruit needs to be selected and then shipped so as not to damage the reputation of the farm. I don't know why the fruit that failed seemed to be bigger and more beautiful, and was transported away first. No one can tell the truth, but everyone likes to do it. Vegetables and vegetables, in the case of the most famous cabbage, when it comes time to get on the ship, the three pounds or more become a pound or more; the big fat leaves outside, said to have been injured by insects, are peeled off, washed, and bundled into a handful and transported away, and sold as "pig vegetables". This pig dish has a high price in the market.
Director Ding seemed to know these things, but there was no indication that when the weasel was in trouble at night, even if he was awake and could hear clearly, he would not lose his identity and come out to see. When someone came to report the next morning, he would reply in a smooth manner: "I heard it too, and I am the most alert to sleep!" If he was happy, he would continue to tell many stories about the weasels and how he was alert at night, and when the weasel pulled away and turned into braised or stewed chickens and ducks, in front of him, he would never mention the weasel, but only talk about cooking problems and experiences, while saying, while clipping the fattest piece of duck to others: "Such a fat duck, not the grill is not enough to taste; the clear sauce is not suitable, but the soup can still be seen!" He tasted two mouthfuls of soup very generously. If the workers gave him money— such as money from the sale of pig vegetables — he would never accept it. "We don't have a rank here, we're all friends; but the director is the director in the end, and he can't eat pig vegetable money!" A few laps in the evening! Want to get it? He replied affectionately, "Yes! The word "get" is extremely long. After a few rounds of mahjong, everyone's pig vegetable money was at least eight-tenths, and it was justifiably entered the director's pocket. When 1510 received money, he also humbly declared: "Our cards are similar, and no one can say that they are smart." My brother Sun Hongying, only one hit in January is enough to eat for half a year. That's why people call it playing cards! Don't believe it, you give him a director, he doesn't do it, it's enough to play a small card once a month! Qin Miaozhai has called himself the first talented son in Ningxia since he was fifteen years old. In his twenties, the word "talent" was not very popular, but he was renamed the first artist in the country. According to himself, he can sculpt, he can paint, he can play the guqin and the piano, he can compose poetry, novels, and drama: the almighty artist. But no one had ever seen him sculpt, draw, play the piano, or write.
In ordinary times, he considers himself an artist, and others call him an artist in passing, but it is nothing. In the period of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, it was precisely the time when the so-called national chaos showed loyalty, and both artists and scientists had to show their true skills to serve the country, and Mr. Qin Miaozhai could not come up with anything. It's not a big deal either. If he is willing to study with an open mind, perhaps he may have a little genius, and he can learn to draw two strokes, or write some simple and popular words to publicize the War of Resistance, or simply give up the dream of genius and go down-to-earth to become a teacher in a primary and secondary school, or to serve in an organ. But he refused to study, he refused to suffer hardships, and he just wanted to be an empty artist.
After the War of Resistance, he also joined the anti-war groups of artists. But soon he cooled down and stopped going to meetings. Because he thought that since he was the first artist, he deserved to take the leading position in the various groups. However, those groups did not pay tribute to him. They said this to him and to all those who have a good reputation: Whoever is willing to contribute to the work of the War of Resistance is a good friend; on the other hand, whoever takes advantage of this to gain a little vanity and vanity will quit early. Qin Miaozhai withdrew. But he was not willing to be lonely. He felt that such a defeat was not because of his own shallow hypocrisy, but because his skills were outstanding, and he did not tolerate those who were jealous of him. He wanted to be unique, start a group of his own, and go through a leadership addiction. This, again, did not succeed, and no one was willing to listen to his call. After this, he took a lot of thought and came up with two words for himself: Qinggao. When he is gossiping with others, or moaning alone, he will proudly use these two words to obliterate everything and elevate himself: "And what is the purpose of today's ordinary self-proclaimed artists?" Nothing but money! Who really understands what is called a clear height? The tip of his nose aimed at his chest and nodded softly. Even the professor is not very high, doesn't the professor get a salary? But "How do you live?" Where does your money come from? "There is the one who asked him that outright." I, I," he was a little embarrassed, and could not answer: "My dad gave it to me!" ”
Yes, Qin Miaozhai's father was a rich man. However, he refused to provide his son with money. This made Qin Miaozhai feel pain from time to time. If he was not asked by others to be anxious, he would not easily propose "Daddy". Even occasionally, he almost added the most powerful adjective—not clearly high—to his dad' head!
