The mowing ridge is too backward

Yan Yongnong regards helping his children find their families as his unshirkable responsibility, which is the most important thing to do at present. Whether it's farm work at home or manual work to make money outside, it's all set aside.

"Where should I take the child to find his parents tomorrow?" This question haunted Yan Yongnong every time on the way home. Over the course of a month, they had visited many people, beekeepers, kiln burners, or people from other places who had come here to be sons-in-law. They have all gone to the places they can go, and they have asked all the people who can visit them, and they have no information about outsiders in their hands. There is no news from the Civil Affairs Bureau either.

It was when the mountains and rivers were exhausted that Yan Yongnong heard that people in the city had lost their lives and were happy to publish "Missing Person Revelation" on television, radio, and newspapers, and some people also posted "Missing Person Revelation" on the streets and alleys. This gave him hope, and he decided to look through these two ways, and no longer be like the headless fly. But the first one doesn't work, the people in the village only hear the name of the TV set, and few people have really seen its true face. In the end, people can't imagine that the thing is round, flat, and square.

Anyway, I haven't heard of anyone buying that thing, not even the most fashionable, avant-garde, and modern village chief's house in the village. Earlier, the village chief had a "chatterbox" with him up and down. The village chief called it "the radio". Those old men and old ladies who had never seen the world were very curious, and looked around the thing left and right, but they couldn't see the fame.

"There's someone talking in there, how does such a small thing fit people? There are more than one person, sometimes a group. An old woman said.

"Hey, what a strange thing, facing each other but not seeing people and hearing sounds, and making a fuss with gongs and drums, suo horns, and flutes. An old lady asked.

"Is it a ghost who is playing tricks? Only ghosts do not occupy space, they come and go without a trace, and they come out loud. An old man said.

"Don't say it's scary to death, there are a lot of ghosts in the radio, who would dare to buy it. "There was opposition.

"Village chief, you are well-informed, tell us what it's all about. ”

The village chief didn't know anything except that the salesman taught him how to open and close it when he bought it. I had to say, "Anyway, it's the voice of the collection." This thing has "ears to the wind", and it can hear all the sounds of the people in the city at the end of the city, and there is a 'microphone' in it, and all the sounds that can be heard can be heard without any difference. ”

I heard that the TV set is much more advanced, not only has a "tailwind ear" and has a "microphone", but also has a "clairvoyance", through which the scenery anywhere on the ground can be seen, and the magic mirror can reflect the things you see vividly. Through it we know half of the things of heaven, and all of them of the earth. It's a pity that there is no TV here, even if you buy a TV at home, it can only be used as a product and an ornament. Because it can't be boiled with firewood, it has to use electricity. And there is still no electricity in the village. A few years ago, there was a wire lighting in the village, but it is not easy to talk about the long way and the mountains and forests!

As for the newspapers, few people in this illiterate village can read and understand them, and only a handful of people have graduated from junior high school. In that glorious era, the teaching mode of "opening the door to run a school" was fashionable, and the classroom was set up in the vast world, and the blackboard was hung on the high tree branches. Students sit on the floor in class as if they were watching a movie in the open air, and they don't need desks because they don't use much paper, pen, or ink. The textbook is in the teacher's belly, and the semester is almost over, and the book has not yet arrived. The students' homework is mainly to open up wasteland and plant trees, repair canals, and repair large villages. It is not surprising that a junior high school graduate will not make an IOU, so that when answering how much to get by 1 minus 2, there are many people who are dumb.

In recent years, the state has restored the college entrance examination system, teachers and students have entered the classroom, and schools are paying attention to the quality of teaching and the admission rate. Parents have also begun to pay attention to their children's learning, and rural children must go to secondary school and university if they want to jump out of the farm, so they study hard. However, all of these are changes from the people outside the mountain, and the people of the Tuomu Ridge are still the same. Parents here are very good at reading to their children, and their children can read well, but they can't read well, and they have to do a lot of things, such as taking their younger brothers, herding cattle, chopping wood, etc. What about children? They don't know the purpose of learning, they don't understand the importance of reading, they don't have the motivation to read, and they don't have the motivation to read, so there are few children who take reading seriously. Most of the adults said, "What a reputation for reading! Just send them to school to raise bones for a few years." Therefore, the person who digs the crotch hoe and can read an article fluently and completely cannot be found with glasses.

At the beginning of the mass meeting, he had to study a document, and in the past, it was the work of the village elementary school teacher to study the document and read the newspaper, but this time the village chief had a whim: "Every time I read the newspaper, I have to teach people to read it, and those who have studied in junior high school can't read it?" Give some opportunity for those junior high school students to exercise and exercise. But those junior high school students did not regard this as an honor, on the contrary, they were as reluctant as they were to go up to the Sharp Knife Mountain, and they were silent one by one, and they were turtles with shrunken heads. The village chief shouted that this soul was not shouting that the corpse was missing, so he lost his temper: "A group of things that eat and mixed with sand, let you engage in agricultural production at home, and one by one they desperately clamored to study like a feud." Now I see what famous books you have read? The articles above are written for the broad masses of working people, and they will certainly not be quite profound, and I don't believe that the words on it have not been taught to you by your teachers. Even if you have been in school for seven or eight years, more than 2,000 days, reading one word a day, is not less than 2,000 words. Why can't you even read this article of less than 1,000 words?"

Mo said that the village chief lost his temper, that is, he scolded the ancestors of those people, and no one dared to come up and stretch his waist in the eighteenth generation.

So the village chief stubbornly named the people, saying that even if they hid in the corner of the urine bucket, they would be arrested. The village chief swept the whole audience with his eyes, and those who could boldly resist him were obviously either completely blind or half-blind, and the village chief would not order these people if he was a little wrong. And the person with the sign of a junior high school student either pointed the top of his head or the back of his head at the sharp eyes of the village chief, or used other people's bodies as shields.

The village chief understood the intentions of these people, so he thought about it when he called them, and had to click a code to calculate what he could call. What if you order a person who doesn't know how to board and doesn't give him face, but doesn't read him?

The village chief never did anything to lose face in front of the villagers, and he could not lose his prestige in front of the public. The village chief pointed to Yan Xibing, the commander of the village militia company, a middle school student from the old Third Realm. Yan Xibing is a cadre, not an ordinary person, and it is his bounden duty to cooperate with the work of the village chief and play a leading role.

The village chief also said: "Whether to read or not is a matter of attitude, and whether to read well or not is a matter of level. "This is the pressure on Yan Xibing. The village chief pays attention to attitude, so Company Commander Yan took on this task head-on. He is a young man, how can he not be a militia company commander for a lifetime, he is still looking forward to promotion, waiting to take over the post of village chief.

When Company Commander Yan read the newspaper, there was silence in the venue, which invisibly added another level of pressure to him. It's good to have a meeting at the top and a small meeting at the bottom, just to get through with a random thought. Even if he pronounced "change the heavens and the earth" as "change the heavens and the earth", no one cared.

At this time, everyone listened attentively to Lian Commander Yan's reading of the document, not all to understand the spirit of the document, but mainly to see his appearance. As everyone would expect, he read and read like a stuttering man, reading a sentence intermittently and repeatedly. Then he got stuck on a new word, and he was too embarrassed to ask the person next to him, and he also knew that it was better to ask someone than to ask the tree next to him. So he panicked, his face turned red, the green tendons on his neck protruded, and sweat broke out. At this time, someone below coaxed: "Look, Yan Lian can pick a handful of pods from his neck, and he also water the pods vigorously, for fear that the pods will be gone." Everyone laughed.

The village chief was angry: "What's the matter with laughing? The old crow doesn't laugh at the black pig hair, and the vegetable basket doesn't laugh at the rice sifting thin." He still dares to read, and I think he reads quite well. What about you? If you have the ability, why don't you go on stage to show off? When you are called to your name, you only know how to put your head under your crotch, and you are so happy to laugh at others at this time, what qualifications do you have to laugh at others? Not to mention that you are told to read it, I am afraid that you will not be able to hear any fame. Whichever laughs again, let him go on stage and continue reading. ”

In this place where the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, the village chief is the soil emperor here. His word is a holy decree, and there is no one who dares not to listen to it. Immediately, the venue fell silent again. Company Commander Yan was praised by the village chief and the revelation of the following sentence, "I'm afraid you won't be able to hear anything famous", so he read the stuck words indiscriminately. Corresponding to the 'Shenzhen' read as 'Shenchuan', and 'recommended' read as 'push and deposit'. He read the score of 'long words to recognize a cut, and to recognize short words, not afraid of it running to the sky'. It doesn't matter if it's Shenzhen or Shenchuan, it's recommended or recommended, anyway, there are few people who can know that it's white.

Company Commander Yan finally finished reading the article successfully, and the village chief took the lead in applauding, and the audience burst into applause. It stands to reason that Company Commander Yan's reading could not win so much applause, and the villagers applauded when they saw the village chief. The village chief's applause was not because Company Commander Yan read well to win appreciation, and he didn't hear anything ugly, but mainly to give Company Commander Yan some encouragement for daring to read this little courage. At the same time, there is also a kind of meaning to elevate himself, "Look, I choose the right person!" This is not enough, the village chief stood up, raised his hands flat, pressed down, suppressed the applause of the crowd, and then said: "Commander Yan is good, young people must have courage, courage, dare to defeat themselves, there is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of people with hearts." ”

As soon as the village chief finished speaking, Company Commander Yan hurriedly stood up and saluted the village chief with a humble demeanor and said, "Hell, hell! (Shame) It's Ennayan who said it well!" The sound of the full airflow echoed over the venue through the loudspeaker, which was particularly eye-catching. When the village chief heard this, he wondered: "I praised him and promoted him, but he also said that I was a ghost." I don't know what to do, openly despise me and insult me at the conference, is this worth it?" When he was about to have a seizure, he saw that the audience was also in a state of consternation, and he immediately thought that he was in a state of disgrace when he and his subordinates quarreled with his subordinates in front of the public, so he immediately changed the topic to the next meeting procedure.

After the meeting, the village chief called Company Commander Yan to the village office and asked: "What is wrong with what I said at the meeting? Is it worth you to scold me in front of the broad masses of cadres and the masses? What kind of attitude do you have and what do you mean?"

The monk of Yan Lian's second brother was at a loss: "Village chief, where did I scold Ennayan? Not to mention that I don't dare to scold Ennayan in private, even in private! Scolding Ennayan is equivalent to scolding my grandmother, and the sky won't beat my thunder?"

"Seeing that you stretched out your hand to hit the master and withdrew your hand and didn't recognize it, you even said two words to me, 'hell', forgot?

"Village chief, Ennajan has misunderstood, 'ghost' (ashamed) is a humble word, look, it's these two words, not the 'ghost' that Ennajan thinks. When I read the document just now, I didn't read it well and was praised by Ennayan, and I was very uneasy, so I said this humble word!" Company Commander Yan pointed to a document with the word "ashamed" on it.

"So you said these two words! Young people should be humble, not proud when they are praised, and the feeling of 'seeing the hell' is indispensable. The village chief patted Lian Chang Yan on the shoulder and said.

The village chief himself didn't read much, but he loved to read books and newspapers. He was often seen sitting on a stone pier in front of his house, wearing glasses and reading a newspaper earnestly. I don't know if he understands it, and I've never heard him publicize world news and national events. In the first few years when he became the village chief, he liked to hold mass meetings, and when he made reports, he used such words as "criticizing the forest and criticizing the holes, denying oneself and retribution, and sugar-coated cannonballs----". It is assumed that these new words may have come from newspapers. People asked the village chief if they didn't understand the meaning of "self-denial and revenge", and the village chief explained: "You really don't understand the dick, the meaning is clear, isn't it just repeatedly using the black chicken woman to give gifts!" In recent years, he has made a report with new content: what reform and opening up, what to take the socialist road with characteristics, and so on. As for what it means, the village chief has not given an example, and no villager has found the village chief to find out the roots.

As for the newspaper, except for the village chief reading the newspaper, I have never seen anyone with a newspaper in his hand, and if anyone holds a newspaper in his hand to read, he will either be envied or despised by those who see it. People make a clear distinction between mental and physical work, and it is natural for a scholar to read books, newspapers, and write articles; a stupid peasant can only work hard in the fields, and if any mud leg speaks in a crepe, he will be scorned by others. When Wang Xiang Xi of the village first became the village accountant, he changed to a student jacket with a purse on the left and hung a pen in the purse. The hanging pen is like hanging a card, marking that he is a cultural person, out of the peasant camp, this practice seriously damaged the self-esteem of the majority of farmers, people say that he is a fake horse, that he is not foreign, not soil. At this time, someone sang a limerick song: "Wang Xiang Xi of the fifth team under the ridge, fake Gama Ga hanging pen, can't recognize the word as an accountant, asked him what grade he has been in, the stone level on the tip of the horns, and has gone up one level after another." "It is true that Wang Xiangxi has never entered the school, he was born as a bankrupt landlord because of the bad composition of his family. In addition, their parents gave birth to many and dense brothers and sisters, and they all relied on their parents to earn a share of their support on the team. Think about it, can you feed it? The brothers and sisters are all hungry. Their family is short of food every year, and the brother and sister did not starve to death because they were good for the surplus food households with strong labor on the team. Therefore, he has also received a lot of scolding: "Pig raiser, pig cub." "For a child who doesn't have enough food and clothes, it's not about going to school. What's more, a child of four types of molecules like him is not qualified to study at all.

His family had suffered from being uneducated, and the clerks in the society were very good at seeing people and acting, and seeing that his family was not good, and that he was a poor household, he always bullied them, and often remembered their family's work. His father carried the reputation of the landlord on his back, but in fact he did not enjoy the blessing of the landlord for a day, and he also fell to the ground with a flat burden, and he didn't know what a word it was. Knowing that the clerks had eaten their work, he didn't know how to keep track of them, so how could he remember exactly how much work he had been given over time? Later, his father came up with a way to keep track of his work: When he got out of work, he would pinch a lump of mud and put it in a jar under the bed, and when it was a month, he would reconcile accounts with the bookkeeper.

Once, Wang Xiangxi got up at night to relieve himself, and when he went to the thatched house to pass a few rooms, he was afraid of the dark, so he soaked his urine and poured it into the can under the bed, and the mud in the jar became a jar of paste. The next day, when his father found out about this, he was immediately angry, and the whole house chased after him. His mother was so angry that she scolded: "This short-lived man has done such a short-lived thing! Shooting blood is so thick that he is too lazy to die, and he can't go to the thatched house! We are hunched on a hunched back and digging outside on a sunny and rainy day, and the work earned on a working day with blood and sweat will give you a blink of an eye and a soup." Then let you build mosquito smoke (curse words, meaning to eat), eat and die!"

Since then, he has been eager to learn culture, and his dream is not very big, that is, he hopes to become a clerk when he grows up. How could a family like him have the opportunity to go to school. Later, when he was a little older, he caught up with the government's literacy campaign and went to night school for a few days, and he cherished this opportunity to study, and he was hungry for knowledge and culture, and no one in the night school could match him. After the policy changed, the landlord's hat was taken off, and he did something in the village, and then he was given the position of accountant.

Wang Xiangxi doesn't care about the attitude of the villagers, you are diligent and say that your mouth is missing from your ears.

It can be said that there is no market for books and newspapers here, and the village of about 200 households has only subscribed to one copy of the "Hubei Daily". Because there are fewer people going out and fewer people reading, there are naturally fewer publications and letters that need to be mailed. The postman can afford to turn around in a month. That's why the newspapers I see are all 'rancid buns'.

The official newspapers were sent to the village chief's house, which the villagers had no objection to and understood, and when he was the head of a village, he should catch fleas if he did not catch mosquitoes. Besides, he can't recognize a basket of big characters, so what is he doing to fight for a newspaper? It was only during the Chinese New Year that he felt that it was more decent to wrap candy and gifts in newspaper than in turf paper, so he asked the village chief's family for a few.

Yan Yongnong thought of the words of an insightful person, and through the contact with the child for many days, he felt that the child's words and deeds were very educated, and his knowledge was wider than that of rural children, and he was more sure that the child was from the city. His parents are cultural people, and they must know that they will publish a "Missing Person Revelation" on the radio and newspapers, so Yan Yongnong went to the village chief's house to call the door that night, regardless of the fatigue of the day, and turned out all the newspapers in the village chief's house for nearly a month and checked them carefully one by one, and finally his rest time this night was in vain.