Rebirth of the Wild Age

"May Day, the clear blue sky... the wheat did not grow up, there was no smell of wheat, there was no paper gourd hanging in front of the house... The unsound legs of'Er Liban' stumbled and fell far away! Blurred! The hills and woods are drifting away. The sound of sheep is accompanied by old Zhao San's neighing in the distance."

Song Weiyang closed "Life and Death Field" and handed the book to Lin Zhuoyun: "I shouldn't read it, I feel very uncomfortable after reading it. Why are you suddenly interested in fighting war literature?"

"I chose a topic for myself to conduct a comparative study of Chinese anti-war literature and contemporary Western anti-war literature." Lin Zhuoyun said.

Song Weiyang said, "Should someone have done this kind of research, right?"

Lin Zhuoyun said: "There are some related papers, but I think they are not perfect. Maybe I can research some new ideas."

Song Weiyang said: "You have chosen too much on this subject, and your literary accumulation is not enough. Even if you write a thesis, I am afraid that there is no depth at all. It is better to study the differences in the works of male and female writers in the anti-Japanese literature. You have to do things step by step. The same is true of learning, don’t think about making a big breakthrough in one step."

Lin Zhuoyun was stunned, and suddenly laughed: "You are right, this topic is really too big to support a paper. If you want to study in depth, I am afraid that you have to write a series of papers, which can finally be compiled into a book. Up."

Song Weiyang pointed to the "Life and Death Field" and said: "Xiao Hong's works, I have only read "Hulan River Biography". Now reading her "Life and Death Field" again, it is simply creepy. Reading too much will make you depressed. ."

"It's not that scary, right?" Lin Zhuoyun said.

"Just read it casually, of course it's not scary," Song Weiyang said, "The structure of this book is very scattered, but it is layered inside. When reading, I think deeply and think too much, which is suffocating. Even if you discard the historical background of September 18th and read it as a modern one, the reaction is horrible. Especially when the story is applied to the current rural areas, although the Anti-Japanese War was won, there are many things about it. Human things are still universal."

"Not so mysterious, right?" Lin Zhuoyun said.

"So, you still lack life experience, there are many things you can't imagine," Song Weiyang picked up "Life and Death Field" again, and said with emotion, "Unbelievable, this was written by Xiao Hong when she was 24 years old. Her state of mind at the time, I am afraid that she is a hundred times more mature than the 64-year-old Zhang Ailing."

Hearing what Song Weiyang said, Lin Zhuoyun seriously doubted her academic future, because she... didn't understand what Song Weiyang was talking about.

Song Weiyang continued: "Xiao Hong's heart is really cruel. The normal anti-Japanese literary creation should allow Jin Zhi to die by the Japanese butcher before losing his virginity, and arouse the people's sense of resistance, so the woman's death was given. The sacred meaning, this book will also be more sought after by the public. But she did not, she let Jin Zhi survive, Xiao Hong under the great righteousness of the War of Resistance, directly dissected the human nature, expressed from the perspective of women, to life and death, to men, to the nation-state It even questioned the people’s true awakening. Based on this, "Life and Death Field" can rank among the top in the literature of the War of Resistance on the purely literary and artistic level."

"I can see this too, there is a strong feminist color in it," Lin Zhuoyun asked, "but what about the scary connotations you are talking about?"

Song Weiyang pointed to the cover and said: "The title of the book is "Life and Death Field". The author has given everything. What she wants to express is survival and death. This is an eternal art topic. It can fit into any era background. It’s horrible to see the story in modern society."

"I'll read it carefully again." Lin Zhuoyun said.

"Stop reading, what I said, it's better not to write an essay, it is destroying social harmony." Song Weiyang laughed.

The two were talking, Lin Wanzi came in with the food, and shouted to the next door: "Doudou, wash your hands and eat!"

"Come on!" Doudou agreed.

The private dining room was moved to the second floor bedroom with a folding table, enough to meet the dining needs of four people.

Doudou ran up and down, holding up the bowl and began to talk about school fun: "Today, Feng Chao in our class got into trouble again. He climbed to the top of the flagpole and hung the school uniform at the same table on it. The teachers were afraid that he would fall off. He didn't dare to scold him. It took him a long time to coax him down. Then the director of teaching went over and slapped him, and called his parents, who beat him again."

"Is that Feng Chao who tied a balloon to your braid?" Lin Wanzi asked.

"It's him, very naughty," Doudou smiled, "I didn't suffer. I poured ink in his stationery box. When I opened it, the desk was full, and the books and hands were also full of ink."

"Are you more naughty?" Lin Wanzi said silently, "You made two mistakes. First, you shouldn't waste ink and mess up other people's books. These are all for money; second, people are just plaiting you. Tie a balloon, and your revenge is too much. When you get along with your classmates, you must be civil and courteous, and you must not undermine the unity. You know?"

Doudou said: "I didn't break the unity. He still doesn't know who poured the ink, so stupidly he asked me to help him investigate the murderer."

"You are quite capable, aren't you?" Lin Wanzi became more angry as she listened.

"Yes." Doudou said weakly.

Song Weiyang couldn't help being funny: "Doudou, you did something right. No matter what you do in the future, you can't leave a clue or expose yourself."

Doudou said: "I think so too."

Lin Zhuoyun could not laugh or cry: "How do you teach children?"

Just as Song Weiyang was about to talk nonsense, Nokia's phone rang again. Nowadays, it costs money to answer the phone. Song Weiyang takes long-distance calls every day, and the phone bill is about to explode.

No way, now is a critical period. On the one hand, Pepsi is aggressive, on the other hand, Xifeng is adjusting its channel structure, and there is no mistake. Song Weiyang listens to reports from the company's headquarters every day.

Recently, a large number of first-tier agents of Xifeng have turned to Pepsi. But it doesn't matter, because Xifeng is targeting point-of-sales. Although it has caused chaos in a short time, sales are steadily increasing.

Those gangsters like Shenghai Railway Station are only a few, and most of Xifeng’s regional partners are locally-branded or popular. With this inherent advantage, it is easy for several nearby shops to cooperate. What's more, there is no price difference between several levels of dealers, which greatly reduces the purchase cost of small shops, and those small shops are also willing to cooperate.

This kind of small store has relatively single products of the same kind. Take Coke as an example. There are so many customers who buy Coke. It is impossible to sell several kinds of Coke at the same time. Naturally, what is more profitable to sell.

However, Xifeng's logistics costs and wage costs are also rising, and the number and scale of sales branches are increasing rapidly. The company's cash has directly bottomed out, and it is busy looking for banks to obtain loans. Such rapid expansion will inevitably lead to management chaos and corruption, and it will take at least six months to one year to straighten out.

"Those scattered, small-scale regional partners are directly transformed into our salespersons, and they are given a small fixed salary," Song Weiyang instructed on the phone, "and then sign a long-term delivery contract with the street delivery. No matter what. Whether it is store customer information or distribution information, we must start collecting and sorting out from now on. For example, which street has which stores, which have bought our goods, and which can be developed into our customers, we must collect them into a data information database. "

Zhang Guodong said: "Chairman, are you trying to exhaust us? The workload is too much!"

"It's not for you to make it in one day, and slowly collect it," Song Weiyang said, "I'm already letting programmers develop software. In the future, this kind of information can be entered into the computer and managed by software in a foolish manner."

"That's good." Zhang Guodong smiled.

The development work of Kingsoft PS97 has achieved phased results, and the rest is repairing and optimizing. Although Qiu Bojun and Lei Jun both disdain to do enterprise application software, but now that the R&D team has spare time, plus the big beneficiaries, Jinshan is still honestly helping Xifeng do management software development.

Song Weiyang also said: "You tell Yang Xin that when the company's financial constraints ease slightly, you can consider launching new products."

"Received." Zhang Guodong said.

The power of the 101 system is also reflected in the promotion of new products.

Once Xifeng has a new product on the market, a large number of salesmen and regional partners can deliver the new product to the retail store in a short period of time, without the need for distributors to promote it layer by layer.

When Song Weiyang hung up, Lin Wanzi said with emotion: "It's really not easy to do business. You are tired of answering the phone every day."

Doudou said: "It's not tiring to answer the phone, I like to call."

Lin Zhuoyun smiled and said, "Uncle is tired and worries a lot. Just like you do math word problems, there are so many words to write the answer, but you have to use your brain to think about how to solve the problem."

This metaphor is vivid and Doudou feels the same: "That's really tired, my uncle is so pitiful."

The adults couldn't help laughing, the dining table was filled with joyful air.

After dinner, Song Weiyang took Lin Zhuoyun's hand and walked the streets of Wujiaochang.

Although it is remote, it is very lively at night, and many students from various schools come to hang out.

"Go to see a movie in the city tomorrow?" Lin Zhuoyun said.

Song Weiyang said: "It can only be another day. The Shenghai University Student Volunteer Association will be formally established tomorrow. I am the appointed president and must preside over the work throughout the process."

"You are really busy. You have to do business and study, and you have to take care of this volunteer federation." Lin Zhuoyun said with emotion.

Song Weiyang said: "Just put up the shelf, let the Secretary-General do the specific affairs, and I, the chairman, is the decoration."

"It's the shopkeeper again." Lin Zhuoyun vomited.

The two happened to walk past the hotel where the murderer was arrested some time ago, and saw a young couple sneaking up like a thief, and they separated immediately when they arrived at the hotel. The man went in to register and pay, and the girl quietly gestured, and the girl trot to follow up immediately.

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "What do you say they are doing?"

"Who knows?" Lin Zhuoyun rolled his eyes.

Song Weiyang said: "I guess~www.readwn.com~ These two students came to the hotel to discuss life and dreams."

Lin Zhuoyun laughed and said: "When discussing life, we discussed it directly in the school. They must have come to the hotel to do bad things."

"If you do bad things, you will go to the school grove, and come to the hotel to discuss the big thing," Song Weiyang blinked, "Or, let's go to the hotel to discuss it?"

Lin Zhuoyun blushed suddenly. The cafe's bedroom has just been renovated, and it will take a while before she can move in. She really hasn't made love with Song Weiyang for a long time, just lying on the bed hugging each other and touching the affection.

Lin Zhuoyun's body was hot for no reason, and she whispered: "Next Monday, I'm going to be red today."

"Hmm." Song Weiyang nodded repeatedly.

"That's it, don't mess around, touch a few times at most." Lin Zhuoyun resolutely said.

Song Weiyang began to think about life, when should Teacher Lin really be eaten up?