一快要过年了,魏小锁翻开存折,上次去北京上访被镇干部拦访接回后,县政府发了一万五慰问费,只剩二百一了。“年关不能走得太远,这次州访吧。”他暗自图谋,到州府掉几滴眼泪,肯定能弄到过年盘缠。腊月的北镇,阴雨连绵,冷风刺骨。凌晨六点,魏小锁钻出热被窝,快速地穿好一套六成新的西装,围上蓝色围巾,提上老式提包,提包里装 As soon as the Chinese New Year approached, Wei Xiaosuo opened the passbook. After the last petition to Beijing was intercepted by the town cadres, the county government issued 15,000 consolation fees, leaving only 211 left. “The year can not go too far, this state visit it.” He secretly plotted to the state government a few drops of tears, certainly can get New Year’s Day wrapped around. The northern town of the twelfth lunar month, rainy, grim cold. Six o’clock in the morning, Wei Xiao lock drilled hot blankets, quickly put on a set of Liu Cheng new suit, surrounded by blue scarves, put on the old-fashioned handbag, bag loaded