There is a joke that one has to recite Chairman Mao’s poems before doing anything.

It seems to be Jiang Kun’s cross talk joke

(There was a period during the Cultural Revolution, when people went out, no matter what they said, as soon as they opened their mouths, they had to say a quotation from Chairman Mao, and then say what they wanted. )

One day, I went to the supply and marketing cooperative and heard a classic conversation between a middle school student and a salesperson.

Middle school student: "Care about people's lives - get me a pen."

Salesperson: "Serve the people - which one do you buy?"

Middle school student: "We all come from all over the world--give me a few more and let me choose."

Salesperson: "Against liberalism--don't let you choose, take whatever you buy." ."

Middle school student: "Our responsibility is to the people - just give me a few to choose from."

Salesperson: "No on the route. There is room for reconciliation—if you say you don’t choose, you can’t choose.”

Middle school student: “We must support whatever the enemy opposes—why not let us choose?

Salesperson : "We will oppose whatever the enemy supports - no matter what, if we don't let you pick, you won't let you pick. ”

Middle school student: “Pay attention to working methods—is there anyone selling things like this?” ”

Salesperson: “All power belongs to the Farmers’ Association—you can buy what you like.” ”

Middle school student: “Down with the local tyrants and evil gentry—what kind of work attitude do you have?” "

Salesperson: "Friendship, or aggression--what, do you want to fight?" ”

Middle school student: “Everything that is reactionary will not fall unless you fight it - do you think I am afraid of you?” "

I saw that the war between the two was about to break out, so I hurriedly stepped forward to mediate: "We want unity, not division---if you have anything to say, talk it over. ”

Middle school student: “Carry the revolution to the end—I think what else can you do? ”

Middle school student: “If someone offends me, I will offend him—what’s so great about you being a salesperson?” "

I saw that neither of them was willing to stop their verbal war, so I advised the middle school student to leave: "The enemy advances and we retreat - you can leave first and buy tomorrow." "

After hearing this, the middle school student walked down the steps and turned around. As he walked, he said: "Farewell, Stuart - hum! "

The salesperson, like a victorious general, immediately retorted: "All reactionaries are paper tigers - bah! ”