noffsinger Chapter 279 Death of Monk Wei
Chapter 279 Death of Monk Wei
In the early 1980s, the differences in cultural entertainment between urban and rural areas were extremely significant.
Although the city's economic development was still in its infancy at that time, residents' living standards were relatively high. Comic books were quite common in the market, and many people could afford them.
Comic strips have become an important pastime for urban residents in their spare time, especially children, who often immerse themselves in the wonderful world depicted in comic strips.
However, the scene in the countryside is quite different.
In the vast rural areas, most families are struggling to make ends meet and their economic conditions are very tight.
For them, buying a comic book is a considerable expense and a luxury, so few people can afford it.
In the absence of cultural entertainment, listening to storytelling on the radio has become one of the few forms of entertainment for rural residents.
But in those days, there were still very few families in rural areas who owned radios.
Therefore, whenever a radio program was broadcast, men, women, young and old in the village would gather together spontaneously.
Everyone either brought their own small stools or sat on the ground, with an expectant look on their faces.
At this time, the "Legend of Sword and Fairy" storytelling had not yet been broadcast on local radio stations.
In the rural radio schedule, "Drawing Sword" is broadcast during the prime time in the morning.
Shan Tianfang's hoarse voice brings the images of heroes like Li Yunlong to life.
At night, when night falls, the villagers who have worked all day will gather around the radio on time after dinner to listen to "Flying Tiger and Condor Heroes".
Yan Shuangying's wit, bravery, and mysterious appearances and disappearances made everyone mesmerized. In the gripping stories, the villagers forgot the fatigue of the day.
At noon that day, the warm sunshine shone on the open space in the village. As usual, everyone gathered around the shabby but precious radio early to listen to the "Drawing Sword" storytelling.
As Shan Tianfang's magnetic and hoarse voice came out from the radio, everyone instantly quieted down and immersed in the story.
When they heard that Monk Wei went to deliver the letter alone and was unfortunately surrounded by bandits on the way, everyone's hearts were in suspense and their eyes were full of worry.
But then, when people heard that Monk Wei, with his superb martial arts, had killed many bandits left and right among the bandits, using various clever techniques, the scene suddenly erupted in warm cheers.
"Great! Great job!" A strong young man stood up excitedly, clapped his hands vigorously, his face flushed with excitement.
He praised loudly, "Monk Wei's martial arts are so powerful! It's amazing!"
The people around nodded in agreement, and the children jumped up and down excitedly, shouting "Come on, Monk Wei!"
However, the plot suddenly took a turn. When everyone heard that Monk Wei was shot by the second in command of the Black Cloud Village when he was caught off guard and died in such an unclear manner,
Everyone was stunned, with a look of disbelief on their faces. For a moment, the whole place was silent, as if time had stood still.
After a long while, the crowd began to discuss. "How...how is this possible?"
A middle-aged man frowned and said in confusion, "Monk Wei was an expert. How could he die like this? This is too hard to accept."
Everyone nodded, with incomprehension and regret written all over their faces.
As everyone was discussing, a white-haired old man slowly stood up.
He cleared his throat and said seriously, "Don't be too surprised, everyone. In this chaotic time, it's normal for someone to die."
"But, Dad, Monk Wei is different, he is a master!"
The old man's son couldn't help but retort, his face full of dissatisfaction.
The old man waved his hands and said earnestly, "What can a master do? No matter how high his martial arts skills are, he is just a flesh and blood body. How can he block a bullet?
What's more, Monk Wei was shot to death by someone behind the scenes. What does this show?
This means that no matter how capable you are, you still have to be on guard against the villains around you who might do bad things to you.
You guys have too little experience. The complexity of this world is far beyond your imagination."
The old man's words made everyone fall into deep thought. Someone in the crowd whispered, "Yes, that's right. So Monk Wei was too brave but not wise. If he had been more careful, maybe he wouldn't have suffered such a disaster."
"But Monk Wei has always been an upright person. How can we ask him to be on guard against hidden arrows from behind all the time? This is too unfair to him."
For a while, everyone held their own opinions and the discussion was heated.
In fact, Monk Wei did not die from a simple mistake, but from his experience. There is a saying that those who drown are those who can swim.
The exact opposite is true. If Monk Wei were a new soldier or someone like Duan Peng,
Monk Wei would not die. On the contrary, he would die faster as he is now.
Monk Wei's death was mainly due to his own experience. In his opinion, what he encountered were just some small bandits.
Therefore, he did not take these people seriously, which led to his death.
We need to look at the problem from the perspective of Monk Wei. At that time, he was attacked by a group of bandits while riding a horse.
It was just child's play, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Otherwise, why would he react so quickly and take advantage of their contact with him?
He staged an extreme counterattack. He never expected that the bandits had a backup plan. He just thought that he was just encountering a group of minor troubles at this stage.
"No! I still can't accept it. It's too cowardly for Wei Dayong to die here!"
The people around me gave me understanding looks. In fact, everyone had the same feeling in their hearts, but they expressed it in different ways.
An older villager sighed helplessly, stepped forward and patted the young man on the shoulder, and said to him, "Okay, kid, things have come to this, don't take it too seriously. Let's all go! Go to work quickly, and listen to Yan Shuangying to calm down in the evening."
Speaking of Yan Shuangying, it seemed to inject a bit of vitality into this depressing atmosphere.
As soon as they heard Yan Shuangying's name, the sadness of the crowd instantly dissipated. The light in everyone's eyes rekindled, and they began to discuss the matter with great interest.
An uncle in the crowd spoke first, imitating Yan Shuangying's tone and said loudly: "I bet there is no bullet in your gun!"
The lifelike voice caused the people around to burst into laughter. Then, a child shouted in a clear voice, "How can people like you change to get rid of vulgar tastes?"
Everyone was talking at once, and various classic quotes of Yan Shuangying came out of his mouth, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.
At this time, Mr. Shan Tianfang's storytelling had become completely popular across the country, like a spark that spread all over the country.
In the vast land of China, there are more than 2,000 counties, and there are loyal listeners of Shan Tianfang's storytelling everywhere.
Each work can bring at least 100 million yuan in revenue to Qingdao Publishing House. This is not only a huge economic success, but also a feast of cultural communication.
The rapid development of Shan Tianfang's storytelling also produced an unexpected positive impact - it indirectly led to the rural people's exposure to comic strips.
Mr. Shan Tianfang has a unique way of promoting his stories. Every time he finishes telling a story, he will add a sentence at the end: "This story is adapted from the comic book of the same name. If you want to know more exciting plots in advance, you can buy the comic book to read."
This seemingly simple sentence, like an invisible bond, closely links storytelling and comic strips together.
In that era of material shortages, the circulation of books was extremely limited, and it was even more difficult to reach rural areas.
However, the emergence of Shan Tianfang's storytelling was like opening a window, allowing rural children and adults to have a strong curiosity and yearning for comic strips for the first time.
Although it is not easy to actually own a comic book, storytelling has planted the seeds of love and expectation for comic books in their hearts, bringing new possibilities for the development of rural culture.
Note: The author was born in the countryside in the 90s, and has only read one or two comic books. And comic books were basically unavailable in the countryside at that time.