What are Tian's secret words?

King Gehudi, stewed mushrooms with chicken. Baota town river demon, mushrooms put pepper.

Cong linyuan

Speaking of the movie Lin Yuan, almost everyone knows it. The legendary story of Yang Zirong, a chivalrous man, who went into the bandits' den alone and outsmarted the Tiger Mountain has fascinated countless people. The famous saying "Heaven covers the earth and tiger, pagoda town is a river demon" has been passed down from generation to generation.

Gangster: Mushroom, which way are you going? What is the price? (What person? Where are you going? ) Yang Zirong: Ha! Come whenever you want, want to eat milk, mom, miss her family, and her uncle is here.

Yang Zirong (looking for a colleague): Meet Third Master! Robber: King Gehudi! How dare you! Dare to anger your ancestors? Yang Zirong: River Demon in Baota Town! In that case, let me fall from the mountain and drown in the river.

Bandit: Pheasants can't climb Mount Tianwang with their heads down! You are not a real card. Yang Zirong: There is a lot of rice on the ground. Hey, there is a foundation! Lao Tzu is a real brand, an old brand. ) Bandit: Have you seen Grandma? Who did you learn from as a teacher? )

Writing background:

1946 in the early days of the liberation war, a confrontation between the enemy and ourselves was formed in the northeast. In order to consolidate the base areas and mobilize manpower and material resources to support the war of liberation, the PLA began to implement land reform. However, a few defeated Kuomintang bandits fled into the mountains and forests, colluded with local habitual bandits and landlords and bullies, formed bandit armed forces, wantonly burned and looted, and undermined land reform.

Therefore, the superior research decided to organize small teams to enter the mountains, carry out small group actions, attack the enemy while reconnaissance, and combine reconnaissance with combat. The author and his comrades-in-arms undertook part of this glorious and arduous task. /kloc-in the winter of 0/946, they went deep into the mountains around Xiaoxing 'anling in the northeast and began to deal with bandits who claimed to have several brigades.

Qu Bo has never been engaged in literary creation before, but those fighting heroes who died for the revolution will always live in his heart. When he was recuperating in the hospital, he told countless stories about his comrades-in-arms and the battles in Linhai Xueyuan.

These stories, especially Yang Zirong's heroic deeds, make the listeners all moved and amazed, and gain some strength from them. After talking about it, he had a strong desire to create.

However, due to busy work and low writing level, I tried to write three chapters at first, but I felt powerless: first, my inner feelings could not be expressed by pen; Second, you can't tell the truth directly because you can't tell the truth. In a rage, he tore up all three chapters he had written.

1955 One night before the Spring Festival, the author braved the heavy snow and went home, still thinking hard about how to write this novel well and how to break through the language barrier.

When he got home, he saw his sleeping wife and children at a glance, and a deep feeling welled up in his heart: he remembered that there was also a gale and blizzard in Beiman eight years ago, which was the night before Hu Weishan flew; Today, the motherland is stronger than ever and has made brilliant achievements in all aspects of construction. My cabin is so warm and comfortable, and my family life is so happy, but Yang Zirong, Gao Bo and other comrades have never seen or enjoyed it.

It is for a better today and a better future that they gave their precious lives in the most difficult years. Looking out the window at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, the endless beautiful sea and snowy fields, the images and deeds of Yang Zirong, Gao Bo, Chen Zhenyi, Luan, Liu Yuncang, Li and other comrades reappear in the author's mind.

Since then, Qu Bo has to work overtime for three or four hours every night. Sundays and holidays are the most concentrated times for his writing. From February 1955 to August 1956, Qu Bo completed a 400,000-word manuscript in his spare time of one and a half years.