At the beginning of 1974, the head office was going to hold a cultural performance, and all units were going to organize programs. Our factory has also organized a literature and art publicity team. They rehearse every day in the conference room on the second floor of the factory department. I don't know why, but maybe it was the Guoguang brand harmonica that I brought back from the vast world that caused me trouble. At that time, I was also transferred to the publicity team.
In the propaganda team, I don't know anything. The secretary of the factory's Youth League Committee used to be transferred out of our model room. Now, he was temporarily the captain of the publicity team. He assigned me to be in charge of percussion in the band. God knows how I know what percussion is. This captain told me that it was instruments like gongs and drums. Remember one rule. You must follow the music score of the conductor and look at the conductor's hand gestures. You can't beat him up.
I don't understand it anyway, so I'm not interested in those gongs and drums. When I was rehearsing, I was often unwilling to go. The section chief knew that I had gone to the propaganda team. Even though he saw me wandering in the workshop, he didn't arrange my work. I hid in the attic of the model room and quietly read novels.
Because in the attic of the model room, there were only old models that were collected from the sand room. Usually, no one would go to that place. There were only a few times when the two teams in the model room had a meeting and occasionally used this attic. Also, our squad members use that place as a resting room during the afternoon break.
One afternoon, after lunch, I was in the attic of the model room, chatting with a few senior brothers. The leader of the publicity team came to the model room to look for me. He had a lot of opinions about me."We're considered fellow disciples, so I'd like to say a few words to you. You should also have some discipline. We are both old acquaintances from the model room. There are already many people who have opinions about you. On the surface, you came to the publicity team, but in reality, you were still in the model room. You just didn't want to come to the publicity team.”
To be honest, at that time, from the bottom of my heart, I didn't want to join the publicity team at all. It was just a task assigned by the leader. I dare not refuse. Since the captain had said so. "Senior Brother, you're right. I am indeed unwilling. Now, I'll formally ask you to do me a favor and let me go back to the workshop. I'm indeed not in the arts. I can't stay in the publicity team at all.”
The captain was in a difficult position. He said," If you want to come, it can't be decided by the publicity team. It was all arranged by the factory leaders. You want me to let you go back to the workshop, but I don't have the right. "I think it's best if we stay in the publicity team and do nothing during this period of time. He just spent his time in the publicity team. Reading books, newspapers, novels, anything is fine. Just don't leave that place. In case others saw it and gossiped about it. What do you think?"
I, as the senior brother of the factory's Youth League Secretary and the propaganda team leader, had already said so much today, so I had no choice but to give him a guarantee. Just like Guan Yu in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. The man is in Cao's camp, and the heart is in Han. He was determined to be on the publicity team. Just make sure to follow the rules.
I was in the publicity team. It didn't take long for work to come. He didn't know who or where had gotten such a catchphrase. It was a publicity stunt. There were six tall militia members who went up to the stage to give a passionate speech. They waved the rifles in their hands and performed a killing performance. I'm small. Of course, I have nothing to do with this performance. I leaned against the windowsill in the conference room and flipped through the newspaper of the day. I listened helplessly to the six of them shouting at the top of their lungs and rehearsing the program full of revolutionary indignation.
This show required six rifles, but this was just a show. It was impossible to use real guns just for a show. Moreover, real guns were too heavy to use, and it was quite troublesome to manage. It was indeed not realistic to let those brothers hold real guns all the time during the performance and rehearsal. Then he would make a few wooden spears.
At this time, someone actually remembered me. He was a good person.
" Little Rock, he's just a model worker. He makes wooden models every day. If you want him to make a few wooden spears, logically speaking, he should have no problem."”Needless to say, a suggestion made at this time would immediately be taken in by others and immediately show its effectiveness.
At that time, the senior brother in charge of the literature and art propaganda team, the secretary of the factory's Youth League Committee and the propaganda team leader, immediately found me and eagerly gave me an order."Go back to the model room and make six rifles and six bayonet.”
"Making rifles? No problem, I can do it." But I don't have the blueprint for the rifle, so I'm afraid it won't look like it. It would affect the performance. I can't bear that responsibility."
The secretary of the factory committee laughed." In my opinion, you're too nerdy. When you're performing, who would come up on stage to check and specially check if the rifle you made looks like it? As long as people could look a little alike from afar, it was fine.”
I laughed at myself and said,"I'm too stupid. My head is square and I can't turn around." Okay, okay, okay, I'll go back to the workshop right away. Six rifles. Just do it." Back in the model room, I first took a piece of white paper and drew a few strokes with a pencil to draw a sketch of a rifle. Then, I looked for my fellow disciples behind me to give some suggestions and make a few modifications. The blueprint for the rifle was finalized. Then, he found some scrap wood, and according to the sketch he had just drawn, he shaved off the scrap wood, drew lines on both sides, and sawed it into the rough shape of the rifle. Then, after shaving off the wood, he used tools such as flat knives and shovels to draw lines, dig out grooves, drill holes, dig holes, polish and repair, and then decorate them. The basic appearance of the six rifles was quickly completed.
Then, he asked the painters in the factory to get some yellow and black mixed paint. After that, he used sandpaper to polish the body of the wooden rifle carefully a few times and mixed the mixed paint again. Then, he painted blue-brown and brownish-yellow mixed paint on the body and the butt of the rifle respectively. Then, he fixed a two-to-three-foot-long, one-inch-wide, old textile belt that he had taken from the equipment packaging box. From afar, it still looked like that. Alright. This was it.
These six rifles. I'm done. But what about the bayonet? What could he do? Shouldn't he think of a way? I wandered around the factory's wall for a long time and finally found some one-inch-wide bamboo scraps. I slaughtered them into bamboo embryos that were one foot long and one inch wide. I took a small knife and slowly cut them, kicked off the thorns, and repeatedly polished them. The work of six bayonet blades is enough for me to polish for half a day.
Finally, I had to beg someone else. First, I asked the painter for some silver paint to brush on the polished bamboo pieces. Then, I asked the technician for a roll of black insulation cloth. I tied the bamboo bayonet with silver paint tightly to the front lower end of the rifle barrel and tied it with the black insulation cloth. After everything was done, I carried the six rifles with both hands and returned to the rehearsal room of the factory's propaganda team.
I said it at the beginning. The Guoguang harmonica that I brought back from the vast world brought me trouble. I don't know when they heard me play the harmonica and said it was okay. He had to come up with a program for me. Let me also perform in the art festival. He had no choice but to agree to perform on stage. Fortunately, this program didn't need to be specially rehearsed. He could just grasp it randomly.
After more than ten days of rehearsals, the show could finally be performed.
My harmonica solo was very simple. After I went on stage, it was less than three minutes. As for what song I was playing, I completely forgot. Anyway, at that time, I was highly nervous, so I played the tune normally and didn't stutter. After he finished playing the song, he bowed to the audience, turned around, and ran off the stage. Thunderous applause erupted behind him. As for whether it was effective or not, I didn't pay attention to it at all. Anyway, I've completed my mission.
However, the lip-synching program was arranged to be held at the back. Backstage, the order was not ordinary. In the past, people used to say," Those who cook cannot see the kitchen, and those who act cannot see the backstage.”I don't know which brother was waiting backstage for his performance. He felt tired from standing and couldn't find a place to sit down and rest. He grabbed a wooden rifle that I made and placed it on a basket. He sat on the bench for a while. Perhaps when he went on stage to perform, he immediately stood up and left. This wooden rifle didn't return to its original place in time. There were many people coming and going backstage. There might be more than one person sitting on the basket of rifles. It was hard to tell who had loosened the bamboo bayonet on the wooden rifle. None of us noticed this.
It was time for the libretto program. At this time, the melodious voice of the female announcer sounded from the front of the stage."The next performance, lip-synching, will be performed by the machine repair factory team.”
The six of us warriors carried the wooden rifles onto the stage. As the show continued, under their powerful movements, the problematic wooden rifle began to show its ugly appearance. The silver-white bayonet kept changing its direction as the rifle moved. It swayed left and right in front of the muzzle, especially eye-catching under the strong lights on the stage. The thousands of audience members below the stage burst into laughter.
The six brothers on the stage did not know what was going on for a moment. All of them were stunned on the stage. They did not know if they should continue the show or immediately take it off the stage. They stood on the stage foolishly, not knowing what to do. The thousands of audience members below the stage laughed even harder.
The secretary of our factory's Youth League Committee saw it clearly from below the stage. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He rushed to the stage and shouted at the actors on the stage,"Don't just stand there, continue the performance.”The six of them finally managed to calm down from their panic and continued to perform on stage. Of course, the performance in the future would continue as usual.
On the way back to the factory after the performance, the secretary of the factory's Youth League Committee and the head of the publicity team gave me a good scolding. At that time, I really felt that the main responsibility of this matter should not be on me. Therefore, I straightened my body and shouted loudly to the secretary of the factory's Youth League Committee, desperately shouting that I was wronged, making everyone laugh until they bent over.
After the company's art performance ended, our factory, like the whole country, began a political campaign to criticize Lin and Kong. The newspapers and radio stations published critical articles one after another, and many critical columns were re-established inside and outside the gates of many factories. In the critical column at the entrance of our factory, other than two editorials copied from the newspaper, there was no movement at all.
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