Chapter 2: It's Spring, too
Huang Han's mind slowly came up with a vague impression of the second semester of the third grade, and these residual memories were really not good.
It seems that my academic performance during this period is really bad, and in a class of more than 60 people, I am only above a few students with abnormal IQ, and I have been going up and down in the bottom dozen positions.
It's a shame, when I grew up, I always remembered that before the third grade, Huang Han regretted that he didn't start at the beginning, and later summed up the reasons and concluded that some boys have late intellectual development, and they are always confused when they are young.
I should belong to that kind of person who develops his mind relatively late, as the saying goes, "unenlightened", and then gradually catches up with or even surpasses his friends as he grows older.
Huang Daozhou looked at his son who didn't say a word, as if he didn't want to make the family jump early in the morning, so he didn't say anything more, and said lightly: "Hurry up and eat breakfast and go to school!"
Breakfast is very simple, a big bowl of soaked rice, a little pickles, Huang Han holds this, if it is placed in the future, it must be a large porcelain bowl used to serve soup to drink rice.
He knew that the current family was poor, and he was afraid that he would not be able to eat meat twice a month, and it was entirely because his mother was careful to maintain the basic living conditions of the family.
Huang Han's county was later upgraded to a county-level city, and then to a district, and the economic level in Nansu Province was in the middle of the stream, why was Huang Daozhou's family so poor?
There is a reason for that, and it is a reason of the times, Huang Daozhou's family of five lives in the center of Sanshui County, but because Zhang Fangfen is a rural hukou, it directly leads to the three children.
Therefore, there is only one person's quota for the whole family of five, and there are ghosts if they are not poor.
The reason why she did not die poor was completely dependent on Zhang Fangfen sewing and mending for others, she was basically busy from the first day of the new year to the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.
In Huang Han's childhood memories, he never saw his mother have time to hang out like the women in the neighborhood.
Later, the historical problem of Huang Daozhou was solved, but the length of service was disjointed.
In this era, the salary has little to do with the position and contribution, as long as the service is long enough, the salary of the doorman in the communication room may be higher than that of the factory manager.
In 1981, a month's salary was only about 30 yuan, and there were still four people in the family who could not enjoy affordable materials.
There is a line in Zhao Benshan's sketch that there are household appliances at home - a flashlight, which made the audience laugh, but Huang Han couldn't laugh at all.
That's because my childhood family was so poor that I didn't even have household appliances like flashlights.
Television was still far away from the vast majority of people in small cities at this time, but radio was almost universal, and this certainly did not include Huang Daozhou's house.
The direct result is my favorite entertainment - listening to the commentary "The Biography of Yue Fei" is rubbed everywhere, and I often get white eyes.
While drinking porridge while looking at the familiar and unfamiliar home, I couldn't help but sigh again and again, it seems a bit exaggerated to describe the four walls of the house, and the metaphor of poverty is not far away.
The spring breeze was blowing, the sun was shining, Huang Han carried his schoolbag to school, of course it could not be a backpack, but a shoulder bag that Zhang Fangfen patched with rags.
It must be explained here that this schoolbag should be second-hand or even third-hand goods, and it was Huang Han who became the successor after my sister changed to a larger schoolbag.
Huang Han's home is located in the heart of the county, just a few hundred meters from the Sanshui Experimental Primary School, where housing prices exceeded 13,000 square meters in 2019.
The school is equivalent to the doorstep, and it only takes five or six minutes for 11-year-old Huang Han to walk to school, and of course he does not need to be picked up by his parents.
In fact, children in this era are free-range, only children are rare, and it is common to have four or five children in the family.
There are many children and poor economic conditions, so it is naturally rare to have a few children who are spoiled like the little emperor, so they have strong self-care skills.
Basically, no parent picks up or drops off their children from school, so even if the road at the school gate is very narrow at this time, the phenomenon that the school gate is often blocked in later generations will not appear at all.
Huang Han was wearing a torn shirt that he had experienced a few hands when he came here, and this was still a jacket filled with cotton in winter.
He is very indifferent, he doesn't mind the rags, he just dislikes the clothes being too dirty, and thinks that he will wash himself after school, clean up, and wear a ragged clothes.
In order to maintain this starving standard of living, his mother is too busy and tired, how can Huang Han thirst too much, in the days when he is fortunate to be reunited, not only can he not add trouble to his mother, but also reduce her burden as much as possible.
Not only do their own things, but also find ways to let this poor family eat meat several times a month first.
Then I had to fight to be able to afford milk, at least so that my sister, who grew late due to malnutrition, could drink a glass of milk and eat an egg in the morning.
The composition of Huang Han's family is not good, his grandparents all regard themselves as scholars, and the family is not poor and white, with two into nine tiled houses, and is characterized as a small owner.
And there was a time when "the poorer the more honorable, and the best three generations are poor peasants." "It's the mainstream.
Gradually, people with good ingredients are far better than those with bad ingredients, such as Huang Daozhou, who has worked in the old society and government for a year, of course, will not get a good job, let alone the opportunity to be promoted.
However, Huang Daozhou's thinking was not completely corrected in the supervision of labor, and he always insisted that "everything is inferior, only reading is high", and no matter how poor his family is, he still encourages children to study hard.
In fact, this is also a last resort, the three children are all rural hukou, with his connections to change all this is impossible, only the road of reading can let the children "leap the farmer's door" to have a quantitative hukou.
Huang Han's sister Huang Xin is in the fifth grade, at this time the nine-year compulsory education system has not yet been implemented, primary school is a five-year system, and not everyone can go to junior high school after graduation, which has to be screened by examination.
The best primary school in Sanshui County is, of course, the experimental primary school, and the best junior high school is in the experimental middle school, which is not too far from the city center.
Based on the average level of experimental primary schools over the years, the number of students admitted to experimental secondary schools has remained at about 20 percent.
Huang Xin is completely different from Huang Han, her grades are at the top of her class, and her goal is, of course, to be admitted to the experimental middle school.
The graduating class is responsible for the ranking of the admission rate, and of course the school is tight, and the early reading time should be half an hour earlier, so Huang Xin has already set off early.
Although the memory of elementary school in his childhood is a little vague, Huang Han is not unable to find his class.
The experimental primary school was rebuilt from a temple in Sanshui County, where incense was flourishing, and in the end, the ancient building was basically demolished, leaving only an ancient stage.
In 1981, the school gate was the old stage, and even more than 30 years later, it is still a landmark.
Huang Han stood in front of his alma mater for a long time, looking at the endless stream of children under the ancient stage, he felt extremely funny, how awkward should it be that a 40-year-old soul dominates the small body of an eleven-year-old to go to the third grade of primary school?