For Gangzi, it was another day of blue heads and purple faces.

The whistle of the production team has just been blown, and several Piwa have already gathered under the old elm tree at the entrance of the village.

"Let's build a house today! Build one for each person! Don't go home again!"

Gangzi must have been beaten by his parents last night, the bruise on his forehead is still there, and his left eye is all red.

So after a group of friends met, his first proposal was to build a house.

The babies said they would do it, and make the walls of the earthen houses with yellow mud.

Cut down bamboo poles and branches, and use them as sticks on the beams.

Collect leaves and straw to use as grass tiles for the roof.

The five little babies were sweaty and covered in mud, and they were built from morning to dusk, and the earthen house was finally built.

But it was only more than two feet high, and not a single yellow dog could get into it, let alone live in it.

The great cause of building a house was also terminated, and before returning home, the disappointed Gangzi did not forget to fly up and kick down their day's results.

Dachengzi, Dog, and Bolt weed into the mud heap again, hoping that it would become a piece of stinky shit.

Which unlucky bastard, step on it again.

This game of making dog poop quickly turned into a stubborn game.

Whoever pees higher and farther can ejaculate their own urine on others.

It wasn't until the adults who returned from work passed by and threatened each other with force that they drove these shameless little babies back to their homes.

At that time, the peasant children were especially fond of playing games such as playing house and building houses.

Viewed through the eyes of contemporary psychology, it is likely to be a disguised rebellion.

I want to leave my parents, I want to grow up, and live the life I want.

At that time, the huts of each family were not spacious, and the rooms were not sufficient, and it was common for parents to beat their children.

In the entire Wang Family Village, the Gangzi family has the most brothers and sisters, and it is also the poorest.

In winter, a few half-grown boys squeezed a broken bed and covered a quilt, and they couldn't turn over at all.

The space for a sweet dream was squeezed out, and only endless nightmares remained.

When I eat every day, I have chopsticks on the same table.

Parents don't distribute it in a certain amount, and Gangzi, who is the oldest, can't grab food at all.

The days when it was not easy to have three meals made Gangzi's parents honest outside, but they were full of anger when they returned home.

If something goes wrong, the children will be angry.

The brothers and sisters couldn't move, and Gangzi became a scapegoat.

In Gangzi's memory, there is no sunny day that is not beaten.

Regardless of the occasion or reason, you will be beaten if you are caught.

Even if it's a look in the wrong way, my mother's burning stick will beckon over.

Such a bad original family made Da Gangzi develop a personality that is good at seeing the wind and steering the rudder, and tricky and slippery.

also made him like a fish in water in the later commercial tide and became the first local tyrant in the village, which can be regarded as a compensation for his unfortunate childhood.

Every once in a while, the dog will also be beaten by his parents.

But his situation is much better than Gangzi, his family has parents and grandparents who are thrifty and stingy, and have a plan to live, and there is no problem with three meals a day.

In addition to his stubbornness, the beating of the dog had a lot to do with the family composition of his rich peasant landlord.

In that special era, with such a high hat on the head, all the members of the whole family would be reduced to a ninth-class pariah, and they would not be able to raise their heads outside.

Fortunately, more than half of the members of the entire oil mill production team are surnamed Tian, who are either of the same clan or related to each other.

So every time I exercise, no one went to embarrass his house.

If it was placed elsewhere, according to his father's stingy and harsh landlord nature, it would be strange not to be killed by others.

But even so, it is inevitable to whisper outside, and a bad breath will naturally be sprinkled on the babies after returning home.

Compared with Gangzi and Goudan, Dachengzi's situation is much better.

The first doll in the family, the younger siblings have not yet been born, and the parents are young and strong, and the team is doing a good job in work, side business, and self-reserved land.

When the stomach is full, there is no pressure to survive, there will be a lot less resentment, and there will be no anger on the babies casually.

Every time Dachengzi is beaten, it is purely self-inflicted.

Cousin Mao Ya is the happiest, with three older brothers, and her only Mao Ya has become the pearl of the whole family.

In that era of material scarcity, there was not much material giving.

But no matter how busy and aggrieved she is, Chengzi's uncle and aunt will not lift a finger from her daughter.

The plug's parents died early, and he depended on his only father for his life, and grew up eating hundreds of meals.

No parents beat him, but he was also a poor guy who no one hurts.

Therefore, the post-70s generation, especially the rural babies, if they recall their childhood, almost all have a history of blood and tears beaten by their parents.

At that time, the babies seemed to be particularly beaten, and the corporal punishment of their parents was not a small beating, but a big punishment for class enemies!

Put goose bamboo poles, burning sticks, shovel handles will be used, and some tiger mothers can even drop the mallet of laundry on the body of the baby who made a mistake.

Flicking the head, slapping, and pulling the ears is simply not a big deal.

If it is put to this day, it is an abuse, and it will be criminally responsible.

In today's campuses, teachers can't slap students with books, and even lead to dismissal from public office.

I don't know if it's because the children's tolerance has weakened, or if the educational orientation of the whole society has deviated.

But overall, it's a step forward.

Patriarchy is a product of the era of feudal centralization, and the concept of humanity and equality is the trend of the future.

Every afternoon in those days, a large number of warplanes would fly overhead.

"Boom boom", like rolling thunder on a rainy day.

After the plane, a cloud of white smoke will fall in the blue sky.

In the 70s of the twentieth century, airplanes were no stranger to the children in the Dabie Mountains.

The airfield was a product of the construction of the third line, and at most it had been stationed an air force flight division.

When the airport was being built, every family in the surrounding communes and brigades went to work.

Gangzi's father used to be a man there for more than a year, and he was responsible for boiling water and cooking for the migrant workers sent by the brigade.

This is also the only glorious history of their family.

"Would you like to see the plane?"

Gangzi sat slumped on the dirt floor, squinting at his friends.

"But listen to my father, the airport is in the mountains, and it will take days and nights to get there!"

"I, we'll get back from the plane!" Dachengzi's thoughts were very advanced, and his snot was already hanging on the side of his lips.

"There are hairy chestnuts in the mountains, and hairy chestnuts are delicious!"

The hairy chestnut babies mentioned by the dog egg have all eaten, and every autumn the merchant who goes to the village to pick the child, will bring fried wild chestnuts, and a toothpaste bag can be replaced with a small handful.

"It's not far! My dad has walked many times! Go south along the machine farming road at the door, and then go west along the asphalt road, and you can get there in half a day!"

Gangzi had the most right to speak, and he stiffened his neck to correct Mao Yaluyuan's statement.

The earthen house can't be built, the mud cannon attracts flies all over the body, and the dragonflies are tired of catching crooked, and the babies are worried about the lack of new games!

So Gangzi's suggestion immediately attracted the echo of the babies in unison.

They made an appointment to leave tomorrow morning to see the planes at the airport.

How to get there, whether they will get lost, and what the adults in the family are worried about are not their worries.

At that time, there were few buses and bicycles in the countryside, and most of the farthest places the babies went to were grandma's houses.

So a hundred miles away, for the little babies, is already far away.

The route just talked about is correct, first the machine road and then the asphalt road, and then follow the military tank convoy transporting the oil, which is the direction to the airport.

It is more than 70 miles away from Wangjia Village.

When you are thirsty, you drink the water from the pond by the roadside, and when you are hungry, the roadside is full of vegetable gardens and budding valleys.

Filling up the stomach is really not too difficult for this group of bandit-like babies who are usually at home.

But by noon, Dachengzi and Goudan couldn't walk anymore, and they cried all the way.

They didn't wear shoes when they went out, and they walked barefoot on the gravel road, which was not pleasant!

Gangzi and Maoya are two years older than Dachengzi and are a little more sensible.

I went to a nearby farmhouse and found some wooden sticks to use as crutches for my friends.

"Big head boy, go to grandma's house! Where is your old mother's house?"

The members who were weeding the autumn grain on the side of the road regarded their four babies as brothers and sisters and were on their way to their grandmother's house.

The mountain in front of him was getting closer and closer, and Gangzi walked in front without saying a word.

The idea of watching the plane was from him, and no matter how difficult or tired he was, he couldn't turn back.

And for Dachengzi and Goudan, they have long wanted to go home.

But Gangzi and Mao Ya, the two children, disagreed, and they had no choice but to follow behind.

Now when I go home by myself, I don't know the way, and I'm afraid of the wild dogs on the way.

It's really a misstep into a thousand years of hatred, and only then did I think of the benefits of home and my parents.

The hard work paid off, and after turning a section of winding road in the evening, the runway of the airfield in the middle of the southwest col was in full view.

Several J-7 bombers circled in the air, and then landed steadily on the runway of the airport like swallows returning to their nests.

Further on, there was a military exclusion zone, where the sentry on the roadcard stopped them.

"Kid, who are you looking for?"

Seeing the sloppy and shrunken appearance of a few little babies, a sentry uncle with a submachine gun on his back stepped forward and asked them kindly.

He may have regarded these four little babies as the family members of a certain soldier at the airport.

"Look, look at the plane!"

After asking for a long time, the sentry figured out that these children had come to see the plane.

"This is a military place, you are not allowed to enter casually!

Uncle Sentinel waved impatiently at them and returned to his sentry post.

After a day's walk, the little babies were so tired and hungry that they couldn't even remember which direction their home was in, and they didn't know where they could go, so they all stood in place.

"Kid, which of your brigade is from, and how far is your home from here?"

Seeing that Dachengzi had no intention of leaving, the sentry ran to the distant sentry box to report, and then ran back and asked them.

"The oil mill production team, we came out in the morning, and we have only come here until now. ”

At the critical moment, Mao Ya is smarter than the other three boys.

But after all, they were all pre-school children, and she didn't know which district, commune, or brigade her family belonged to.

"Well, tell my uncle where you came from, some iconic things, houses, bridges, trees, everything!"

The PLA soldiers have figured out that these four little babies are runaway children, and it will be dangerous if there is no one to take care of them in the mountains at night.

"There are trees! plum trees!"

"And Datang!"

"There's a new river, there's a bridge over the river, and that's where we came from!"

The babies are gossiping, but Mao Ya is still on the point.

"Okay, wait a minute, the airport will send a car to take you back! Just send you to the bridge in Xinhe! Don't come out casually without telling the adults in the future! Do you hear!"

Uncle Sentinel straightened up and ordered sternly.

The echo was obtained, and a few little babies were already a little confused.

An hour later, the military vehicle dropped them down on the side of the Xinhe Bridge.

After contacting a farmer on the spot and settling in, he left the same way in the night.

The next morning, the parents of Wangjia Dazhuang finally used the team's hand-held tractor to pick up the babies who did not return at night.

And for the four bold little babies of Chengzi, Gangzi, Maoya, and Goudan, the first trip in their lives is like a 25,000-mile long march.

It took many days for them to recover.