When you die, they can write 100,000+ and forward it in the circle of friends!

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The suicide of six members of Yang Gailan's family last week took place in Kangle County, Gansu Province. The Baiyin City serial murder case that was solved last month also took place in Gansu.

I'm not trying to be too harsh here, but these two tragedies reminded me of a classmate from Gansu. During an ordinary night talk in the dormitory at college, he told us a story.

The story takes place in a county town in Gansu, where there is a butcher who sells pork. Ever since Chairman Mao called for equal distinction between Hui and Han people and for “raising pigs to accumulate fat,” this butcher has been selling pork in the county. Of course, only Han people eat pork, Hui people do not eat it. The butcher's pork shop is right in front of my house. The neighbors are all Han Chinese, but it is not far from the Hui Muslim gathering area.

By the 1990s, the Hui Muslim settlements had expanded a bit. There are several halal restaurants around him. At that time, Muslims were indeed a very moderate and peace-loving religion, and no one came to the door with a white banner saying that the butcher's selling pork was undermining national unity.

But occasionally some young Hui Muslims would come to provoke, especially a poor man living alone. This person has no proper job and does not go to the mosque to do his homework. Both Hui and Han people look down on him. But he would always use the excuse that the butcher's slaughtering affected his family and he wanted to extort some meat to take home, and then he would cook and eat it directly.

The butcher was cheated out of his meat, but the Han people around him did not help him. Because this butcher always shortchanged his customers, but no one dared to say anything. All they could do was watch him turn a stern face towards customers all day long, waving his boning knife fiercely, making the sound of "click, click, click".

Suddenly one day, everyone felt that the butcher no longer shortchanged customers. He not only greeted everyone with a smile, but also always stuffed a piece of meat into the customer's bag as a bonus before leaving. The butcher said that this was roe deer meat from the Northeast, and he wanted everyone to have a taste of it.

People in Gansu have never eaten roe deer meat. Even a silly spore has never seen it walking. They just think that roe deer meat is very sour and not delicious. Some families buy it and put a lot of seasonings on it before eating it, while others buy it and throw it away directly to feed the dogs. Even if they feed the dogs, some dogs will bark twice after smelling it and won't eat it, while some dogs will bark twice and eat it.

After a while, everyone noticed that the poor Hui man who had extorted pork had been missing for a long time. Someone called the police, and the police went door to door in the neighborhood to conduct an investigation. We investigated an 80-year-old man who had experienced the famine after the Haiyuan earthquake in the ninth year of the Republic of China. He said that his granddaughter-in-law cooked the roe deer meat for him to eat, and he said it was human flesh, but his family said he was old and confused, and no one believed him.

So the case was solved. It was the butcher who killed the poor man and cut the meat into strips for everyone to eat.

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"How horrible! There is human flesh in the meat you eat," said this classmate from Gansu while banging the spine of a book on the bed legs, which made us shudder. Just like yesterday you were horrified when you heard that Yang Gailan killed her four children, and then you forwarded the article “Ants in Prosperous Times” on your WeChat Moments and it got over 100,000 likes.

"There is human blood in the water you drank," I quickly came to my senses and broke the silence in the dormitory. What I was thinking was, your hometown has such a horrifying story, wouldn’t it be embarrassing if I couldn’t tell one?

My hometown is Nanyang, Henan Province, which is the head of the South-to-North Water Diversion Project’s middle route. The words that appeared most frequently in local news during those two years were, “ensuring a channel of clean water is delivered to Beijing.”

The story of the AIDS demolition team that I told took place against the backdrop of the South-to-North Water Diversion Project. I heard it from a taxi driver when I went home for the Chinese New Year. Taxi drivers in small cities are different from those in Beijing. They will not tell you about the national affairs of Hu San and Zhao Si, but they will tell you that someone has suddenly made a lot of money in recent years, changed cars, houses, and wives.

The story of this AIDS demolition team is too bloody, violent, and unbelievable. In order to avoid violating relevant laws and regulations, 10,000 words are omitted here.

My joining mobilized the enthusiasm of the entire dormitory, and that night became a scene of the Ten Days Talk, "The Prequel to Shapingba Bandit Zhou Kehua", "The Legend of Jingmen Bandit and Road Bully"... As we chatted like this, everyone not only no longer felt afraid, but even a little excited, excited that the violence in their hometown was more cruel and more advanced.

Looking back now, if there had been WeChat public accounts at that time, every story I heard that day might have gained more than 100,000 views. For example, titles like "Ants under the Wheels" and "I was in Shapingba on the Night Zhou Kehua was Shot Dead."

Isn’t this the way of survival for those of us on WeChat public accounts? We expose the violence, poverty, ignorance and superstition that the urban middle class and pseudo-middle class have never seen before, and scare them that if they don’t work harder, they may fall into such a hell.

In the past, columnists wrote articles full of logical contradictions and errors, and their articles were just ordinary articles that attracted fans and received 100,000+ views. In the past, feature writers wrote articles with ups and downs and endless aftertaste, and their articles were just ordinary articles that received 100,000+ views and were enough to sell the rights for film adaptation.

Tianya has established a film and television company to make the top ten murder cases of that year into movies, saying that it wants to create a super IP. But after the Baiyin murder case was solved, Cao Baoping, the director of "The Burning Sun," said, "I will definitely not film this case. Hot shit is all bullshit. We have to wait for it to cool down. Whoever wants to eat it can eat it."

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In China today, if you find violence, ignorance, poverty and superstition at the bottom of society and take it to the forefront of content entrepreneurship , it can become a good business. I think our dormitory back then, at least on that night, was valued at 20 million.

But this cannot be changed. In China's vast rural areas in central and western China, violence, ignorance, poverty and superstition have their undying soil. From "Tuanyuan's daughter-in-law died" in Xiao Hong's "The Story of Hulan River" eighty years ago, to "Erleng has gone crazy" in Cao Naiqian's "I Can't Help Thinking of You Until the Night" twenty years ago. These two books are not targeting anyone, but are saying that all the grassroots critical articles here are rubbish.

It’s not that Yang Gailan’s village is without poverty alleviation funds, or even without democracy and procedural justice. What deprived her family of their low-income status was a “democratic evaluation” in which the village cadres democratically elected and all villagers could participate.

However, since ancient times, imperial power did not extend below the county level, and only clans existed below the county level. Today, the humanistic concerns of the middle class and pseudo-middle class cannot go beyond the high-speed rail lines . A year earlier, rural e-commerce was also a hot spot. At that time, Jack Ma said that Taobao should be available in every village, and Liu Qiangdong returned to his hometown in Suqian to pay New Year's greetings with milk tea. However, I heard investors complain at that time that what the entrepreneurs said were all good, but they just didn't want to go to the countryside.

Therefore, the circle of friends that we frantically forward can only revolve around our own world and is of no help to Yang Gailan or the next Yang Gailan. However, being of no help is not even the worst thing. When a strong civilization exports moral standards to a weak civilization, it often leads to disasters.

Remember Silent Spring, which is regarded as a bible by environmentalists. This work promoted the global ban on the use of DDT pesticides to protect birds. Environmental protection is of course politically correct in developed countries. However, in July 2000, an article published in Nature stated that due to the lack of cheap insecticides, nearly one million children in developing countries in tropical regions have died from malaria every year in the past 30 years.

"That's equivalent to seven Boeing 747s full of children crashing every day."

If there really were so many plane crashes, how many articles with 100,000+ words could I write?