~.<  >-~ Xue Xiangzheng leaned on the desk and wrote quickly. When he heard Geng Fulin's voice, he turned his head, "It's not that he's a quarrel, but that he's a quarrel, that's because he's a silly mess."

Geng Fulin smiled embarrassedly. He did gild Xue Xiang’s face before.

Thinking about it, the newspapers that are published at this moment must have strictly controlled the quality, and the guns must have been pointed at the fugitive Xue.

Geng Fulin handed over the newspaper and said that Xue Xiang would take a look slowly. He would prepare supper. The little white tiger was playing with a lump of wool under the desk lamp on the desk. It seemed to smell the smell of meat in the kitchen. It squirted and followed it out with the lump of wool, just leaving Xue Xiangjing to read the newspaper.

Xue Xiangcao browsed several articles, all of which were great words, glorious theories, full of slogans and empty theories. None of them could use Marxism-Leninist theories and economics to analyze what he did in Koshantun.

Xue Xiangzheng was bored when he saw it, Geng Fulin knocked on the door and said that supper was ready.

After dinner, Xue Xiang called Songzhuzhai again, and this time, he presented the second manuscript he had just written, "My View of Practice".

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"………I think that dividing the fields to households is just a change in the specific production method, just like cooking a chicken, stewing, stir-frying, steaming, and making it okay. After all, the chicken ended up falling into the mouths of the people. Dividing the fields to households is like I chose a cooking method that can make the chicken the most delicious, so that the people can eat more deliciously.... I led all members, not only did they cause trouble to the country or the organization, but they produced more food in one year than in the past ten years, which not only enriched the members, but also made greater contributions to supporting the construction of the country..."

"…I think that the best quality of mzd thought is to seek truth from facts. Everything starts from reality, and theory is connected with practice. mzd thought is a science of continuous progress and development, and should not be blindly dogmatic... In the end, I believe that under the premise of adhering to the basic socialist system, the standard for measuring right and wrong should be: whether it is conducive to the development of productivity, whether it is conducive to the enhancement of comprehensive national strength, and whether it is conducive to the improvement of people's living standards."

"It's over?"

In the lobby of Songzhuzhai, the old man closed his eyes and lay on the wisteria chair. He waited for Lao Wang to stop his mouth for a long time before he spoke.

"It's over!" Lao Wang responded, his face full of joy.

What Lao Wang just read was the "My View of Practice" written by Xue Xiang and recorded by him.

Lao Wang never expected that Xue Xiang's theoretical knowledge was so solid and clear. The arguments were sufficient, clear, facts, and examples. While reviewing the theory of Marxism-Leninism, he could create a unique idea and extract new ideas. It was simply a perfect paper, which was much stronger than the first book of confessions that was almost self-proclaimed. Even Lao Wang, the old secretary who had an old pen, felt as if he could see the rivers, and the momentum was pouring out under the rivers. When he reached a flat place, he suddenly had strange peaks and turned around. It was really a good article.

Mr. An opened his turbid eyes and smiled and said, "I think the bad guy is imitating him, and he is addicted to him. First, I wrote a confession from Laushizi. Comrade Chen Ran, a revolutionary martyr. Now, he has been under the banner of Mr. Li Dazhao's "My View of Marxism". To name the article, he has to bring two sages. This is a different way to express his grievances and protests to us. I think one thing about the "Xinhua Daily" tonight is right. This kid is just ignorant and slick."

The old man said it with his eyebrows trembling. Although it was criticism, no one could hear the joy in it.

Zuo Qiuming bowed and said, "Dad, I want me to say that Xiao Xue is really not simple. She is young and has first-class literary talent and courage. She may have unlimited achievements in the future."

Mr. An frowned and snorted, "What's the point of saying this? A boy is just showing off his pen and doing some fun. What's the point?"

Chen Dao, who was sitting at Zuoqiu Ming's head, thought to himself that this elder brother-in-law had no restraint and could only know some things. He took them out and said, "I'll be over!"

An Zaijiang said: "Dad, Xiao Xue called, it's not like he called me to register the article again. Today, Director Yun went to his second brother's office in person and greeted him..."

An Zaihai wanted to escape the moment the electric bell rang, but the door was closed. He really didn't want to follow Xue Xianghu with all his wealth. He read the newspaper tonight. There were guns and bullets and cold arrows flying knives. He never wanted to show off again, for fear that he would be shot to pieces as soon as he showed up.

An Zaijiang saw An Zaihai’s bitter face and plucked up the courage to speak for him.

Mr. An ignored An Zaijiang and said in a deep voice: "Second, what do you think?"

When An Zaihai heard this, his face became even more bitter. The old man was obviously forced to ward off the cusp and insisted on rushing the duck to put it on the shelves. "Dad, I admit that this article is well written, but I will tell you the truth..."

"What do you mean is not okay?" The old man didn't raise his eyelids.

The old man's tone made An Zaihai feel lost: "It's not that it can't be done, it's just..."

"It's just something! There's no turning back arrow now. Now it's like playing chess, losing one or two carriages and horses is nothing! If you can't get rid of your son, that's what it means to lose all of them!"

The old man spoke heavily, An Zaihai nodded heavily and said nothing more.

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Five days have passed in a blink of an eye. If "Confessions" is Xue Xiangheng throwing bombs on the public toilet and causing public outrage (public feces), then "My View of Practice" is even more rumored around the world, and party schools, intellectuals, and folk scholars at all levels have almost started to stir up the pot. For a moment, major newspapers have become a scene of quarrels, first scolding Xue Xiang and sensationalism, and then cursing, there are those who are so picky and provocative, wanting to be famous, and they are setting their eyes on the famous scholars who refute Xue Xiang. For a moment, the entire newspaper industry has become a battle.

Who said that the newspaper industry has not yet been shut down, and the cultural industry has a critical trend. The first to attack was naturally the group of literati who thought they had mastered the truth. As a result, those who used inappropriate words and provoked a group of old masters again. Even Shen Yanbing, Li Yaotang and Xie Wanying, who had been prosperous for a long time, were alarmed and wrote articles to express their opinions. As soon as these three big names got involved, the entire paper media immediately became a quarrel.

The cultural world is like a stagnant pool, and it has been for many years. Who would have thought that because of an inappropriate article, it became the fuse. The ideological field has not yet broken through the boundaries, but the cultural field has broken through the blockade first.

In just five days, the entire paper media was in a hustle and bustle, and sales volumes were also rising steadily, driving the big discussions in the whole society. Even the initiator Xue Xiang did not expect that. The more people scolded Xue Xiang, the more people reflected on it. Gradually, some bold people began to stick to it. Objectively evaluated Xue Xiang's article. Although it still criticized more and praised less, it was enough for politicians with sufficient sensitivity.

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"Uncle, I want to eat that little red fruit." The little guy stood on the small stool beside the table, still in the camouflage outfit, but there was a pink armed belt around his waist, and the pink pistol was tied to the belt. His little body was so restrained that he looked like a mini-like future warrior. At this time, the little guy held a small bowl and asked Xu Zigan to ask the middle plate of strawberries on the Eight Immortals Table.

In theory, there are no strawberries in the current season, so naturally they get the vegetables in Kaoshantun's (house. The fastest update.) greenhouse vegetables. Although Xue Xiang lost the news, there were people thinking about him in Kuoshantun. As soon as the fruits and vegetables were ripe, Zhong Yuan and Peng Chun traveled thousands of miles to Beijing and sent a lot. Thanks to winter, although the journey was long, it was still fresh.

The Xue family got this rare item, and there were only a few Kangtong families, and it was gone. Especially the strawberries are the most expensive, and there was not much production in Koshantun. They were all delivered to the Xue family, which was only three or five kilograms. Before the third little girl could taste the taste, she gave her more than kilograms. Just as Xue Lin was about to enjoy it with a few greedy cats, Xue Anyuan's phone call came and asked Xue Lin to go to Xu Zi's house to greet the New Year and express her gratitude.

Xue Lin didn't know why he wanted to go to the Xu family to express his gratitude. Since Xue Anyuan had given him, she naturally wanted to go. But it was said that Xu Zigan was a high-ranking official and didn't know what gifts to give for a while. After picking around, he fell in love with the last off-season vegetables such as strawberries, leeks, spinach.

Look, as soon as the Xu family banquet was set up, the little guy stood on the stool. Originally, Xue Lin was here, and the little guy didn't dare to be so arrogant, but Xu Zigan saw the third little guy, especially the little guy, who had been spoiled for a long time, for fear that others would not be able to reach Cai on the table, so he wanted to move the sofa to the table for the little guy to use it for. When Xue Lin heard that this was not good, he barely let the little guy stand on the small stool for dinner.

"Come on, good girl, don't worry, drive some of it from your brother and sister's bowls, and the rest is yours." Xu Zigan picked up the big strawberry bowl in the middle, poured a full bowl for Xiaowan and Xiaoyi. The remaining big bowl was brought directly to the little guy, and Xu Cuihuang and Xu Cuifeng on the table rolled their eyes and shouted in their hearts, "It's not so partial, the strawberries in winter are so rare, but they haven't tasted them."

"I only need half a bowl, and I will give the rest to my brothers and sisters. Well, uncle and aunt, too." The little guy was just so greedy, he was not overbearing and unreasonable. (. The fastest update.)

"Okay, Xiao Shi is so good." As he said that, Mrs. Xu clamped her big chicken legs and put it into the little guy's eating plate. The little guy's delicate face and fashionable and wild dress have long made Mrs. Xu, who is full of love, cute.

Xu Zigan was so happy that she smiled happily, her face full of red light, and there was no trace of depressedness as if she was dismissed from office.

Xu Zigan just pulled a bowl of strawberries into the mahogany bowl in front of the little guy, and there was a knock on the door outside.

Without waiting for hello, Xu Cuihuang took the initiative to get up and opened the door. When she saw the person coming, she immediately shouted in surprise: "Uncle Zhenhua, why are you here?"

The person who came was Comrade Zhenhua.~.<  >-~
Chapter completed!