The visit of the school teacher exposed all the old background of Gangzi, and he was also trapped in a catastrophe.

This time, it was his father, who took a sickle for cutting wheat, and chased him in front of and behind the village.

said that he would cut this unruly rebel to death, and then die with him.

Fortunately, a large group of uncles and aunts in the village stopped their irrational father and persuaded him bitterly, otherwise I really don't know what will happen.

It turned out that when he was at school, Gangzi tore off all the textbooks and folded paper cards.

Because the technology of the fan paper card is not good, and the poisoning is too deep, it is impossible to stop tearing it like this.

When I ran out of paper, I tore up the math textbook.

Two months after entering Dongfanghong Primary School, the bench in the classroom was not yet hot, and there were only dozens of paper cards left in his bulging blue cloth bag.

There are no textbooks in class, and for children who have just entered school, learning is nonsense.

It is said that in the mid-term exam that year, Tian Dagang, a classmate from the oil mill production team, ate two duck eggs with honor, and his scores in Chinese and mathematics were all zero.

And during this period, this Mr. "Duck Egg" also privately became their enlightenment teacher for more than half a month.

I really don't know what he used to teach them, but I guess what he taught was "how big and small" and the like, either a typo or a typo, or simply a ghost drawing, not a text.

It's no wonder that they can't learn it anymore, and the little teacher who eats "duck eggs" turns out to be Mr. Nanguo.

The purpose of the teacher's home visit is to find out the child's problems, ask the parents to supervise and supervise, and solve the problem of the child's teaching materials.

At that time, there was no Taobao and Dangdang, and there was no way to make up for the lost textbooks.

But these teachers don't know about the situation of Gangzi's family and his psychopathic parents, who have been oppressed by life.

What kind of books are you reading when you don't have any books, just pack up and come back.

The cowherd Tian Ye of the production team happened to lack a small cattle herd to take over his shift.

So Gangzi's primary school life came to an end for the time being, and he really went to the cowshed of the production team and started to herd cattle to make a living by collecting cow dung.

And all this was done by himself.

From this point of view, the babies at any time will be obsessed with all kinds of games.

Gangzi and Dachengzi were obsessed with paper cards at that stage, just like today's Internet addicted children.

But it also reflects from one side that the big name Tian Dagang Gangzi has had the kind of reckless nature of having a hot head since he was a child.

Tearing up textbooks and folding paper cards is the same as stealing your parents' bank cards to recharge online games today, and it is not something that ordinary naughty babies can do.

You have to have a strong psychological quality, knowing that the consequences are serious, but you can also insist on going your own way.

If this kind of baby is not too far on the road of the game, he may be a master who can do big things when he grows up.

Dogdan's act of stealing eggs was also exposed, and he was almost beaten to death by his mother.

Only the son of the same party escaped by luck and was not pursued by his parents.

After his younger brother Wangzi drank on the full moon, his mother Wei Lan was ready to go back to her parents' house before returning to work.

Dad picked up grandma to take care of him at home, and Mom had a few days of rare leisure.

Put it in the usual big stall of housework, pigs, sheep, chickens and geese, vegetable gardens and self-reserved land, work and work, and the little baby of Dachengzi.

Mom's year-round busy dhara is like a dhara, there is no time to rest, only take a day out of the New Year during the first month and go to her mother's house to worship the New Year.

So Dachengzi has the impression that it has been a long time ago to go to Weizhuang's grandmother's house.

Wangjia Dazhuang is fifteen miles away from Weizhuang, along the embankment of the new river, until you reach the place connected with Qingshan.

In those days when there were no bicycles or cars, I walked on two feet.

This long embankment has appeared more than once in the nightmare of Dachengzi's childhood.

After rushing through one by one, one village after another, there is no way to go.

Perhaps it was with such an annual long-distance journey, the painful march to the airport, that Dachengzi was able to finally persevere.

The mother was in a rare new dress, carrying Xiaoer Wangzi in a bamboo basket, carrying a bamboo basket containing local gifts, and Dachengzi followed behind her.

Niang San stepped on the morning glow of late autumn and walked on the sparkling riverbank.

"Sister-in-law Wei Lan, dress up so handsome today, go back to your parents' house!"

"Wei Lan, why didn't Shichuan go with you? Is it possible to carry so many things and go a long way alone?"

"Dachengzi! You big belly, don't eat your old mother's family poor! ha!"

The members in the fields along the way all knew their mothers, and acquaintances greeted them from time to time.

"Go to grandma's house! Uncle Chengzi! When you see a woman's greed, hurry up and find a daughter-in-law!

"Shichuan doesn't go to work, what are we going to eat? Third aunt! We're leaving! You're busy!"

"Grandma Chengzi's family can't eat a lot! There is a big green mountain behind the village!"

Mother Wei Lan rarely has such a relaxed day, happily chatting and joking with the uncles and aunts on the side of the road.

It's all good wishes, and there are some sour envy in it.

On sunny days in those days, it was a luxury for women who had already married to go to their parents' homes.

Unexpectedly, my mother, who is usually busy with old scalpers, turned out to be a young man who loves to talk and laugh.

If according to today's standards, at that time, my mother Wei Lan was just over twenty-four years old, and she may still be a standard young man who is going to college to enjoy life.

But the hard-working mother is already an old member with ten years of work experience.

The hardships of their generation's life are unimaginable to today's teenagers.

The mother is straight, and despite the weight on her back and hands, she still walks like the wind and walks lightly, not at all like a confinement patient.

In Dachengzi's eyes, her mother at that time was heroic, much like a female militia or female guerrilla leader in an open-air movie.

"Son, hurry up and keep up! I see Daqingshan!"

She turned back from time to time, greeted the eldest son who followed her, and would free her hand to pull her eldest son on a ride.

Weizhuang in Daqingshan is Chengzi's grandmother's house, and it is also the place where her mother Weilan lived when she was a child.

There she had picked chestnuts covered with thorns, pine towers, mushrooms, and firewood for cooking.

Next to Daqingshan, there was a labor camp of the provincial cultural and educational system in the 5th and 60s.

Dachengzi's father, Wang Shouren, a "rightist" element, spent five years in labor re-education there between '57 and '61.

According to my father's recollection, during the "three years of difficulty", life on the labor camp was much better than outside.

They have a living allowance of 8 yuan per month, and there are bumper harvests on the farm every year, and there are no natural disasters outside, so it is not difficult to fill their stomachs.

Weizhuang is not far from the farm, and Dachengzi's grandfather often goes to the farm to do odd jobs to find some rations in the coarse chaff potato, and has received help from Chengzi's father.

Later, my grandmother took my childhood father Wang Shichuan to visit the farm and lived in my mother's house, and the doll relatives of the two families were booked in this way.

Every time Dad recalls this past, it is full of bitter sweetness.

He said that every spring before he got married, he would come to Weizhuang in Daqingshan and go into the mountains to harvest a kind of hula grass for weaving straw shoes.

It is said that this grass is soft and strong, resistant to moisture and wear, and is an excellent raw material for weaving straw sandals.

Every time, his mother took him up the mountain, and took him to the nearby military station to watch open-air movies and watch the female soldiers in the garrison hospital play basketball.

If Dad and Mom had love before they got married, it would be love.

Pure and gorgeous, just like the red mountains in full bloom in spring.

"Mom! I can't walk!

The journey to his grandmother's house was only halfway through, and Dachengzi had reached the end of the crossbow, like two ants with sore hips.

At that time, the rural babies did not have the concept of calcium supplementation, and the most common manifestation of growing pains was hip bone pain.

It is said that giving birth to a child and gout is a ten-level pain, and the growing pains of the baby are simply a nightmare in childhood.

Maybe it's too far to go to my grandmother's house, and every time I get to my grandmother's house, I will make a mistake, and shouting to the sky and the earth will not help.

At that time, there was a local way to treat the growing pains of rural babies, which was to find an old man who belonged to the tiger to help massage it.

Dachengzi's grandfather happens to be a tiger, so every time he has growth pains, he is treated by his old man.

It's also strange to say that after grandpa's pushing, pulling, pinching, and pressing, the pain has really been reduced a lot.

I don't know if it's the lord's physiognomy that cures the pain, or the effect of massage.

"If you can't walk, you have to go! Come here! Hurry up!"

Mom's temper was back, stretching out her free hand and shouting at Dachengzi.

At that time, I really didn't know how to be considerate of my mother!

With his younger brother behind his back, he carried a basket of dozens of catties in his right hand, and he had to drag the lazy baby who couldn't walk with his left hand.

"Mom! I can't walk anymore! My leg hurts!"

Dachengzi pulled her mother, and her whole body pressed against her left hand.

"See! Go to the shade of the big tree in front, let's rest, Mom will dig chicken feet and feet for you to eat!"

When the baby couldn't walk to her grandmother's house, the mothers at that time had a way to divide the rest of the road into several small sections.

Under the shade of a large tree, on the edge of a small bridge, in a certain village, rest in sections.

In this way, with a clear goal, the interest and courage of the babies can be aroused, and the endless future will no longer be so terrifying.

It would be even better if you encouraged it with eggs or snacks.

Mother's words really worked, Dachengzi felt that his leg didn't hurt much, so he dropped his mother's hand and ran forward alone.

Wei Lan's mother didn't break her promise, changed Xiao Wang's diapers under the shade of a big tree, fed her milk, and dragged Dachengzi to wash it by the river.

Then she took out the shovel from the basket where she usually threwed pigweed, and searched all along the river for the chicken feet that Da'er wanted.

Chicken feet are a kind of cassava wild vegetables, and they are also the most common snacks for children in Jianghuai villages in spring and summer.

On the ridges and mountains, they are everywhere.

The stems of the claws grow in the ground, and when they are dug up, they are peeled off to reveal milky white flesh that tastes like freshly unearthed red taro.

The goat grandmother that Lu Zilin dug in the grass before his death in "White Deer Plain" is estimated to be this kind of game, only the name is different.

On the loess plateau in Guanzhong, Shaanxi, it is called goat milk.

And three thousand miles away in the Jianghuai countryside, it is also called chicken feet.

Once upon a time, this wild potato may have been given by Mother Earth to the poor families to survive the barren spring, which is why it grew so endlessly.

Nowadays, people have long been free of food and clothing, but in the fields of their hometown, this wild vegetable called chicken claws is difficult to find.