Chapter 59 Eight paste paper box

At the end of 1952, we moved out of the house with iron bars and moved into a new house with spacious rooms.There are new boards, tables, benches, and bright windows.I felt that the reform that the director said was more and more true, and after I explained that period of history, not only was I not punished, but I was praised instead, so I started to study hard.In my thinking at the time, I believed that reformation meant reading books; if I had read the books well and understood the meaning of the books, it would be regarded as a successful transformation.I didn't realize at the time that things were not that simple; the transformation couldn't just be done by reading books, and the meaning of the books couldn't be understood just by reading aloud.For example, I read the book "What is Feudal Society" from the end of 1950 to the beginning of 1951, but if I hadn't gone through that period of labor (labor in life and production), I would have Nor will they understand what evils the feudal system has done.What is feudal society?I didn't really find my answer until I read that book for more than two years, that is, when I was pasting cartons in the spring of 1953.

In the spring of 1953, the institute contacted a pencil factory in Harbin, and the inmates wrapped some paper boxes containing pencils.From then on, we study four hours a day and work four hours a day.The so-called is to adjust our life, and also said that we have never worked before, and doing some work will be good for us.The special significance of this sentence to me was completely unknown to me at the time. I never used to sharpen pencils, not to mention pasting pencil cases.What I know about pencils is at most that I remember some trademark patterns. The Venus brand is a woman without an arm, and the Sterling brand is a rooster, etc.; I have never paid attention to its box, let alone paste a box. .I didn't put much effort into the paste, and the freshness I felt at first was gone, and my heart seemed to be smeared with paste, making me confused.Others have made several, but I still can't get one out. It's hard to say whether it's a box or something else.

How did you get confused?Xian, the former elder of the Puppet Manchukuo Military Hospital, held my work in his hand and looked at it. Why couldn't he open it?What is this called? Lao Xian was the son of Prince Su Shanqi. He and his brothers and sisters were educated by the Japanese ronin Kawashima Naniwa since childhood.He grew up in Japan and studied medicine.Jin Bihui (Japanese name Yoshiko Kawashima) is his sister, and Jin Bidong, who was the former mayor of Harbin, is his brother. The family is full of pro-Japanese traitors.When he met me for the first time in the Soviet Union, he once knelt in front of me and cried, saying: The slave can see the master now!She lives with me now, but she likes to pick on me the most.The reason is that he is bitter and mean, and is very easy to argue with others, but he can't compete with others, and I am not as capable as others in all aspects, and I have never had the courage to argue with others, so I became the target of his venting.

At this time, I was mixed with jealousy, disappointment, and worry about being ridiculed, and Lao Xian's meddling attracted people's attention, and they all came to watch the work and let out disgusting laughter.I walked over, snatched it from Old Xian, and threw it into the scrap pile. how?Aren't you arbitrarily scrapping it?Old Xian stared at me. Who scrapped it?I'm almost confused, so it doesn't mean I can't use it.Grumbling, I picked up my work from the scrap pile and put it in the finished product pile.Putting it on like this makes it look even more out of place.

Wherever you put it, it is also a waste product! Hearing his pun, I almost trembled with anger.I couldn't control it for a while, and made an exception to retaliate: You have the ability to deal with me, you are really bullying!This sentence touched his scar, and he blushed immediately, shouting: Who am I bullying?Who am I afraid of?Do you still think that you are an emperor and everyone else has to support you?Fortunately, no one paid attention to him at this time, and the team leader also came out to stop him, so he didn't continue to yell. But it didn't end there.Lao Xian is not a person who is willing to let go.

When pasting the cartons the next day, Lao Xian chose a seat next to me and sat down. From the beginning of pasting, he always looked at my work with a critical eye.I twisted around and gave him my back. Although my grades today are not as good as others, I have finally made some progress.In the evening, the institute bought some candies and distributed them to us with the reward we earned from the production yesterday.This is the first time for me to enjoy the fruits of my labor (although my grades are the worst), and I feel that the candy I get is sweeter than any I have ever eaten in the past.At this time, Lao Xian spoke:

Puyi's grades are not bad today, right? Fortunately, no waste.I contradicted it. Hee, it's better to be modest.There was a smile on his face. Is it not humility to say that there are no waste products?My heart was on fire, and the candy didn't feel sweet anymore.What I hate the most about Lao Xian is that he only likes to find trouble when people are happy.If there is another waste product, it will be hated as you like. I want to block him and stop talking to him.Unexpectedly, he went to my pile of finished products and took out one, held it up in front of everyone and said:

Please look! I looked up and almost sucked the candy in my mouth into my lungs.Turns out I messed up the label. I was so angry that I really wanted to grab the box and throw it at that bumpy face.I controlled myself, and for a long while I only said this sentence: You can do whatever you want! Drink, take a big breath!Still smelly emperor airs.He raised his voice. I criticize you because I am kind to you.You don't want to think about it.He heard the footsteps of the guards outside the door, and his voice became louder: You still dream of being your emperor in the future, don't you?

You are talking nonsense!I replied angrily, I am stupid than you, I am not as good as you can say and do, I am not as good as you by nature.Is this okay? Others left their seats and came over to try to persuade them to fight.The room we lived in at that time was very large. There were eighteen people in total. Besides me, there were three false ministers and fourteen false generals.The team leader is Lao Wei, who is also a pseudo-general.Zhang Jinghui was one of the three false ministers. He was so old and confused that he didn't study, work, or talk.That night, except for Zhang Jinghui, everyone else participated in the discussion about the carton incident.Some people criticized Lao Xian, saying that since the criticism was done with good intentions, one should not shout and shout; No, I don’t blame Puyi for being angry; the head of the Puppet Guards who had always been close to Lao Xian objected, saying that Lao Guo looked at people with tinted glasses; some people said that this issue can be discussed at the life review meeting on Saturday, There was a lot of chatter for a while, and they didn't give in to each other.When the quarrel was raging, I saw the head of the Imperial Guard tugging on the lapel of Lao Xian, who was frothing at the corners of his mouth, and everyone else suddenly fell silent.I looked back and saw Li, who was in charge of the study, walked in.

Section Chief Li, who was in charge of the study, has been transferred away, and the new one is named Li. Because everyone is used to calling the former one the study director, so now they also call this Li Section member the study director.He asked the team leader why everyone was arguing, and Lao Wei said: Report to the director, caused by a waste paper box After listening to it, Officer Li picked up the carton I had pasted the label on, looked at it, and said: What kind of a big deal is this, worth arguing about?The label is upside down, wouldn't it be enough to paste a straight one on top?

Officer Li's words left everyone speechless. It's not over yet. A few days later, Xiao Rui, who was in charge of distributing carton materials, told us that the other groups were going to launch a labor competition and asked us whether to participate.We responded.Xiaorui told another news that Xiaogu created a fast box-gluing method in their group that uses one procedure to glue the bottom cover of the box to one yard, and the efficiency has more than doubled than before.When our group heard it, we felt that we could not use the old way to participate in the competition, and we had to think of a new way to improve efficiency.At that time, we often saw records about technological innovation and creation in the newspapers, such as Hao Jianxiu’s work method, assembly line method, etc. Someone was inspired by this and proposed the assembly line method, that is, each person specializes in one major, Special paste for paste, special glue for box side, special sticker for sticker, special paste label for paste label, forming an assembly line.Everyone agreed to try this method, and I was also very happy, because the method of dividing the process in this way makes the work easier, and it is easy to hide the ugly when mixed together.Unexpectedly, after working like this, the problem was exposed soon. In the assembly line, things quickly piled up at my place, and the water couldn't flow through.Moreover, this was discovered by Lao Xian again. What should we do if the collective is affected due to individual faults?He deliberately expressed a very embarrassed look. This time I didn't argue with him a word.Facing a large stack of semi-finished products waiting to be pasted with glossy paper, I stood there like the people who used to stand outside the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation waiting to be called up.When I heard one of my partners in the manual process also say that my operation is not up to standard and the scrap rate will inevitably increase, I know that no matter whether it is the impartial Lao Guo or Li Ke, they will not object to Lao Xian's pickiness .As a result, I quit the assembly line and went off on my own. This is after I was separated from my family, I felt lonely again, but this time I was excluded from the whole body, as if standing naked in front of everyone, the contrast was particularly strong, and I felt particularly uncomfortable.Especially Lao Xian, with that orange-peeled face showing gloating and revengeful satisfaction, he deliberately coughed when he walked in front of me, making my lungs almost explode with anger.I would love to talk to a sympathizer, but everyone in the group is too busy to talk.I happened to have a cold again at this time, and I felt very unhappy. That night, I had a nightmare, dreaming that the uneven orange-peeled face was pressing on me, and said to me viciously: You are a waste!You can only be a beggar!Then I dreamed that I was squatting on a bridge, like the bridge monkeys that the eunuchs described to me as a child.Suddenly someone stretched out a hand and pressed my head, waking me up.In a haze, I saw a man in white clothes standing in front of me, touching my forehead with his hand, and said: You have a high fever, and your cold is getting worse, it’s okay, let me check it for you. I felt dizzy, and the blood vessels in my temples were throbbing. Only when I collected myself did I understand what was going on.It turned out that the guard found that I was talking in my sleep, talking and making noises, and couldn't wake me up, so I reported it to the warden, and the warden called Dr. Wen, a military doctor.The doctor checked the thermometer, and the nurse gave me an injection.I gradually fell asleep, not knowing when they left. I was ill for half a month, and after daily treatment by doctors and nurses, I gradually recovered.During these two weeks, I slept in bed most of the time every day, not studying or working, just thinking about things on my mind all day.I have thought more in this half month than I have thought in past years.From the paper box, I kept thinking back to the face of the Empress Dowager that made me cry out of fear. When I recalled that vague impression before, I only thought that the Queen Mother was terrible, but now, I think she is hateful.Why did she single out me to be the emperor?I was originally an ignorant and pure child. In any respect, I was at least as gifted as Pu Jie, but because I became an emperor and was raised in that airtight jar, I didn't even have the basic knowledge of life. No one taught me, I don't know anything today, I don't know anything, my knowledge and ability are not only inferior to Pu Jie, I am afraid they are also inferior to a child.I was ridiculed by people and bullied by people like Lao Xian. If I were to live alone, I really don't know how I could survive.Shouldn't the Queen Mother and those princes and ministers be responsible for what I did today? I used to be filled with resentment whenever I heard others laugh at me, or because I was pointed out that I was incompetent. I resented others for being too critical, and even resented the people's government that locked me up. But now I feel that this is not something I should resent , it turns out that I am indeed ridiculous, incompetent and ignorant.In the past, I resented my nephews for being so disregarding of face and completely denying my dignity, but now I admit that there is really nothing I can do to embarrass myself.For example, once I ate steamed stuffed buns, I thought they were delicious, and Warden Wang asked me: Do you like leeks?I said I didn't eat it, I don't know.Everyone laughed and said: Don't you eat leeks?Since I am so young that I can't taste leeks, and I am so old that I welcome Amaterasu to replace my ancestors, what wisdom do I have?How can you keep others from laughing and scolding?The Mongolian old man was the son of Babuzabu who launched the Mongolian rebellion in the early years of the Republic of China. One day he told me that his whole family swore to die in support of my restoration, and his mother worshiped me like a god.He said: It's a pity that she is dead, otherwise I must tell her what kind of waste Xuantong is!Since I am not a god, I am incompetent and ignorant, how can I blame others for saying such things? I can only blame the Queen Mother and that group, and I can only blame why I was born in that circle.I developed a new grudge against the Forbidden City.Thinking of this, I feel that even Lao Xian is no longer an enemy. I was almost fully recovered. One day the director came to talk to me, asked about my physical condition, asked about my quarrel with Lao Xian, and asked me if I felt any excitement.I briefly stated the process, and finally said: I was really irritated at the time, but I'm not so angry now, I only hate myself for being incompetent.I hate those people in Beijing Palace. Great, you've recognized your weaknesses, which is an improvement.Don't worry about incompetence, as long as you are willing to learn, incompetence will become capable.You found the reason for the incompetence, which is more important.You can also think about it, why did the princes and ministers in the past educate you like that? They are only for themselves.I said, ignore me, just selfish. I'm afraid that's not exactly the case, the director said with a smile, can you say that Chen Baochen and your father are deliberately trying to get along with you?Did it mean to hurt you? I can't answer. You can think about it slowly.If you understand, then your illness will be of great value. After returning from the director, I really couldn't let go of this problem.By the time I attended my first life review since my illness, I had thought about my past life several times.I didn't get any answers, but my grievances grew more and more. At this life review meeting, some people criticized Lao Xian, saying that he had no attitude of being kind to others at all, and that he always intentionally hit me.Then, more than half of the people expressed similar opinions about him, and some people even put the responsibility for my illness on him, and proved that he played a bad role in everyone's reform.Lao Xian became flustered, his face turned gray, and he stammered his self-criticism.I didn't say a word in the meeting and continued to think about my resentment.It was suggested that I should make a comment.Lao Xian's face turned even grayer. I have no opinion, I whispered, I only hate myself for being incompetent! Everyone was stunned for a moment.Old Xian opened his mouth wide.I suddenly amplified my voice and said like a shout: I hate!I hate where I grew up!I hate that damn system!What is feudal society?Destroying people from a young age is a feudal society! My throat was suddenly blocked by a spasm, and I couldn't continue, and I couldn't hear what others were muttering.