After the cold winter, the spring of 1979 came early.

Dachengzi, a cute baby, is like a little turtle that suddenly wakes up after a long hibernation, and suddenly discovers a colorful world.

The hibiscus flowers on the fence wall bloomed, and in the eyes of Nariko, they had a different kind of beauty.

Chunyan under the eaves returns, and he will have countless questions.

Where do they come from? Is it the same nest of swallows last year?

Under the warm afternoon sun, I lay quietly on the grassy slope of the shepherd, looking through the villain book left by Tang Zheng's sisters.

Even though I don't know a single word, I can learn a different story from the scenes and characters in the comic strips.

In the worldview of this baby, there is no longer only food and play.

For the first time, there is beauty and distance, and there is a longing for the past and a vision for the future.

"My son has finally opened up!"

Mother Wei Lan was drying her clothes, and when she saw Da'er looking at the distance, she smiled with relief.

Since the chaos has just opened, the babies will think about life, and they will reach the age of entering school.

The second uncle, Wang Shichuan, gave his cousin Mao Ya a difficult task to teach Dachengzi to count, from one to one hundred.

At that time, the admission conditions of rural primary schools usually had two requirements for children.

Another indicator of the imaginary age is to be able to count from one to one hundred.

Mao Ya was quite happy at first, she was the same as Gangzi, she had the problem of being a good teacher.

During the long summer vacation, under the old elm tree at the entrance of the village, it became a forum for Mao Ya to teach.

In addition to Dachengzi, a student, there are two auditors, Goudan and Plug, and sometimes Gangzi will also come over as a backup teaching assistant.

The props for teaching are 100 small sticks, or 100 apricot pits.

The ancient wood is built with loess as the altar, which is quite a bit of the posture of the old master Confucius who had no class in the past.

How can my little cousin be the head of the elm pimple, and after a few days, the dog egg and the plug have almost learned, only Dachengzi is still like a book in heaven for numbers.

I finally counted fifty apricot pits, and suddenly I counted three or two levels in a row from thirty or twenty.

Sometimes he will make a jumping mistake, jumping from 30 to 80.

This can make Teacher Mao Ya angry, pulling her ears and slapping her palms has no effect, and sitting on the mud with her students and crying in anger has no effect.

Cousin Mao Ya finally had nothing to do, so she went to the second uncle and aunt to quit and quit, so they asked them to hire another master.

The second uncle, Wang Shichuan, ridiculed his niece for being in trouble at school, and she couldn't even teach her how to count.

The second aunt was understanding, and when she went to the street, she specially pulled a piece of cloth for Mao Ya to make a skirt as a reward for her younger brother.

Mom knows her son best, Dachengzi is usually afraid of Maoya, and when his cousin screams twice, he will die.

Counting within a hundred should not be difficult for him, let the babies figure it out for themselves, the effect may be better.

Sure enough, with the two preschool children of Dog Egg and Plug helping each other to learn from each other, and Gangzi correcting the soy sauce from the side, the baby's comprehension of numbers is progressing rapidly.

In the half month before the start of school, Dachengzi was able to recite the count within 100.

In the beginning of the school season that year, Dachengzi was not yet nine years old, which was a heart disease for his mother Wei Lan.

Before going to school, she didn't forget to tell her son: "Chengzi! When you go to the school to sign up, you should be nine years old!

Father Wang Shichuan is most willing to spend money on his son, and bought a new dress for Dachengzi on the day of school.

New undershirts, new shorts, new sandals, and new schoolbags, dressed up like the landlord's broad young master.

In that era when the concept of class struggle had not been eliminated and was still glorious in shabby, this outfit almost cut off his son's future of studying.

went to Dongfanghong Primary School with Dachengzi to sign up, as well as dog eggs and plugs.

I don't know if it's because my parents can't bear to be a little herding cattle for a lifetime, or because of the role played by the teacher's home visit, Gangzi picked up his schoolbag again.

It's time for him to change his ways, right? Just like the folk song "Reading Lang" sings.

Xiao Ma Xiaoerlang, carry the schoolbag and enter the school.

Not afraid of the sun, nor afraid of the wind and rain.

I'm afraid that my husband will scold me for being lazy, uneducated, and faceless to see my father and mother's ......

This Shonan folk song, which was born in the twenties of the twentieth century, was still widely sung by Dachengzi when they were in elementary school.

But I don't know when I started, I have already hid in the corner of history.

When Wang Jiacheng remembered this song again, his childhood full of local flavor was long gone.

Only a few mottled shadows were left, and golden ripples were always in the long river of memory.

At that time, urging school-age children to go to school should be a political task for rural primary schools.

Every summer, teachers visit the villages to register the schooling status of school-age children.

It is also such a system that changed the fate of Xiao Niutian Dagang all his life, so that he re-entered the school and started a new life.

The teacher's office of Dongfanghong Primary School was crowded with old and new students who came to sign up for the book.

Cousin Mao Ya trembled and took Dachengzi's hand and came to the desk of the first-grade homeroom teacher.

"Teacher, my brother wants to sign up. The cousin's usual pride and domineering spirit is gone, and she looks at the teacher timidly and says.

"Which production team, what is the scientific name, and what are the ingredients at home?"

Mr. Huang, the head teacher, was on official business and asked Mao Ya very gently.

"The production team of the oil mill, my brother's scientific name is Wang Jiacheng, and he is a member. ”

Mao Ya replied honestly, but she still hesitated when she asked about the composition of the club.

At that time, it seemed that there was no longer a mandatory requirement for the composition column, so Tian Weihai, a teacher in this village, specially instructed Mao Ya that when reporting the family composition, as long as the newspaper members were on the line, not rich peasant landlords or "four types of elements".

It's the nature of babies not to lie, although Mao Ya is more experienced than Dachengzi, she has the experience of signing up.

But when reporting the family composition to Mr. Huang, he still hesitated to show his feet.

That teacher Huang may have been born as a "Red Guard, Red Soldier" back then, and had a high class consciousness, but he did not change immediately with the spring breeze of reform.

Looking at the flickering eyes of the hairy girl, Mr. Huang had already guessed the cattiness, and his face became grim.

Looking at Dachengzi's landlord dress again, he impatiently threw the pen on the desk for making records.

"How old are you? Don't speak! Let Wang Jiacheng answer by himself!"

Teacher Huang stopped Mao Ya and looked at Dachengzi sharply, already a little looking for fault.

"Eight years old. ”

may have been deterred by the teacher, Dachengzi, a bad child, honestly reported his actual age.

"Come back next year!"

Teacher Huang sent the Mao Ya sisters and brothers away with relief, and regained a kind smile for the next freshman.

"Dead boy! Tell you to be nine years old, nine years old! Eight years old! Are you a son!"

Cousin Mao Ya wanted to cry without tears, pinched Dachengzi hard, scolded her cousin in a low voice, and led him to find Teacher Tian.

"Fourth uncle, my brother didn't report his name, you can help him!"

Teacher Tian is the senior class teacher, and she was having a class meeting, and when she saw their sister and brother standing pitifully in front of the door, she hurriedly walked out of the classroom.

"Little things, little things, don't be sad, hehe. That Teacher Huang has always been a bit of a shaft! You two wait here for a while, and after the class meeting is over, I will take Dachengzi to sign up and receive the book!"

The sister and brother called Teacher Tian Weihai, the fourth uncle, hurriedly comforted Mao Ya, and turned around and walked into the classroom.

And Da Chengzi's head was already buzzing at this time, he had never seen so many children playing in a yard.

With the help of Mr. Tian, the four babies of Wangjia Dazhuang successfully signed up and received new books.

If entering the academy is an important starting point in life, Dachengzi and his sworn friends, the happy childhood has passed.

Like a freighter sailing on the ocean, the boat of life began to dock in the harbor of childhood.

With the passage of time, it will slowly disperse, sail to different seas of red dust, meet different passers-by, and finally anchor on different shores.

It seems to be accidental, but it is more like a predestined fate.

In September, the fields were busy with a bumper harvest, and five schoolchildren happily walked across the long bridge of the gurgling irrigation canal, crossed the redstone slopes full of pine forests, and returned to the post of the oil mill production team.

The paddy fields in the team are all late rice, and it is not yet time to harvest.

So now in this busy season of autumn harvest, the members of the whole team are rarely relaxed.

This will be in the dry land of the hillside, pruning the yams, and it can be regarded as beating pigweed for the piglets of each family.

The vines grow too vigorously, which is not conducive to the growth of sweet potatoes and potatoes in the ground.

In August and September every year, in the month before digging taro, cutting off excess vines and loosening the soil for taro ridges are important processes to ensure a bumper potato harvest.

After all, in the oil mill production team, the taro harvest has long been the ration of the whole team for half a year, and it is not sloppy at all.

Mother Weilan dried taro every year, boiled porridge in the morning and evening, and could eat from the beginning of winter in the first year to the wheat harvest in the second year.

The babies usually like to steal melons and touch dates, but at that time, the little ghosts of Wang Dazhuang Chengzi and Gangzi had never secretly dug the taro in the team, which shows how deep the resentment against sweet potatoes is.

The daily staple food is boiled taro for breakfast, dried taro rice for Chinese food, and taro porridge for dinner.

Such a day is less than ten days, and a baby will be intimidated by taro.

"Coming back! Where's the new book?"

Seeing the return of the babies, the busy adults came forward one after another to inquire about the things in the school.

Mother Wei Lan took out Dachengzi's textbook and rubbed it happily.

Most of the peasants of their generation have never entered the school, and their thirst for knowledge and culture has become a lifelong regret.

"These fuck skins! Someone will finally be able to cure them in the future!"

Lao Luotou, the captain of the production team, and several old members were smoking dry tobacco by the ridge, looking at the babies with a relieved smile.

"You can't raise your father's faults, and you can't teach your teachers' laziness. Mr. Xuetang's duty is to discipline students, hehe. ”

Tian Bo, the swineherd who fed the pigs in the production team, was born in a private school family, and read Confucian books all his life before liberation, and he spoke in a set of ways.

At this time, he was carrying the burden of tea to the ground, and when he heard the old captain sighing, he took over the conversation.

It seems that in the years when chaos has not opened, Gangzi, Dachengzi, Dogdan, and Plug have become a public nuisance to the oil mill production team.

It is also a great joy for the team that they can enter the school to receive the teachings and constraints of the teacher.