Chapter Eighty-Three: The Birds Are Hidden with a Good Bow
During this period of time, although he has a boring personality, he is very pure and good, and the three of them have always gotten along well. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
The only unpleasantness is the Chinese New Year's Eve, Liu Ailing's incident.
But Gu Liya and Xi'er really can't be blamed for that incident, but he hasn't said sorry to anyone since then, and he hasn't had a good chat with the two of them.
From that incident onwards, it was as if he had locked himself in a room that no one else could enter.
I no longer joke with everyone, and I no longer talk about jokes and hold forums with three people in one room at night.
Even his favorite books and accordions seem to have lost their appeal.
plunged headlong into the gentle township of Liu Ailing's love, unable to extricate himself.
When the two of them went to Xi'er's house, they were frightened by the "cleanliness" of the house.
Where is the warmth of the past?
Old Man Tian didn't say much, but just explained that he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, which everyone knew.
After all, they saw the incident at the gate of the commune today, and the old man's identity is relatively special, although he didn't explain what he could provoke, everyone knew it in their hearts, after all, he also had the name of an educated youth.
In this case, it's not good to say anything, just sit down and leave.
Zhang Qing estimated that the situation was about the same, and the two of them were silent.
I didn't want to go back to the Zhiqing point, and looked at those unpleasant faces, so I simply went for a walk on the earthen dam.
Now the weather has warmed up a lot, basking in the sun, the whole person is warm.
"Say, what's wrong with the world?" Dong Liang broke the silence.
"History tells us that at a certain stage, whether you gallop on the field or serve the community, sometimes it is difficult to escape, and you can only face the historical trap of flying birds, good bows hidden, cunning rabbits dying, and lackeys cooking." After Li Haipeng finished saying this, the two of them fell silent again.
"How long will this campaign last, you say?" Dong Liang was tired of walking, and sat on the ground.
"I don't understand, the number of lives has its own destiny!" After Li Haipeng finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.
Dong Liang threw a handful of withered grass on him, "Damn, don't say this at the Zhiqing Point, be careful of being heard by them and causing trouble!" ”
Li Haipeng just pursed his lips and smiled, and began to think in his heart, it seemed that he was going to go to town.
It's not peaceful here, either.
Xi'er didn't expect that the school would be affected so quickly.
Later, I heard that a certain educated youth wrote a letter to the town, and then the town issued a document, resulting in the loss of the school's only Chinese and mathematics courses.
I have changed to a new curriculum: asking for instructions in the morning, holding meetings, memorizing quotations, writing critical drafts, etc.
In the morning, the students come to the classroom, enter the class, do a good job, and wait for the teacher to come to class.
Generally, the moment before the teacher walks into the classroom, there is a sentry at the door, and a shout: "The teacher is here." ”
Everyone will rush to their seats as fast as they can, and no one will want to "wipe the blackboard" or "sing and dance" for others to see.
In the past, when the teacher came in, the two classes would have a rotation of students on duty, shouting, "Stand up!" ”
The teacher nodded and said, "Hello students!
Everyone said in unison: Hello teacher! Then sit down and start the day.
After the town's documents were issued, every time the teacher stepped up to the podium, the students stood up, and there were two more contents.
One is to read in unison under the leadership of the class cadres: "I wish Chairman M a long life!" Longevity without borders! I wish Vice Chairman L good health! Always healthy! ”
When reading, you should also hold the red treasure book in your right hand and carry it in the heart socket of your chest, keep your chest up and your head up, and keep your voice high-pitched and loud, and the teacher is no exception.
In addition, after saying the words of blessing to the leader, you must not sit down immediately after listening to the lecture, but you must sing a song together.
"Zhongshan is pale and yellow from wind and rain, and millions of heroes have crossed the river......"
At the beginning, Xi'er couldn't sing, so she could only open her mouth wide, opening and closing.
When I went back from school, I asked Tian Cheng to work overtime to teach himself.
Fortunately, not all songs can't be sung, like "On the Golden Mountain of Beijing", "The Liberation of Serfs" or something, I still have a bit of an impression.
The main reason is that the grandfather in his previous life liked to hum a few sentences when he was fine, and he learned it as he followed.
When learning to sing, Tian Cheng also talked about one thing, which was a teacher he liked very much.
The man, when he taught them to sing "On the Golden Mountain of Beijing" in class, he said: "Sing it well, after singing this short song, let's learn another long song." ”
What he meant was that it was easier to learn the length of the song first.
Even the vegetable garden lost its appeal in her eyes.
One day, she stood at the door of the vegetable garden, looking at the verdant green in front of her, and suddenly a wave of panic set off in her heart.
If this is cut off as the tail of capitalism, won't the gains outweigh the losses?
Thinking of this, the seeds that were originally going to be sown, Xi'er didn't dare to plant them anymore.
Take them into the space, let the golden retriever take them to the periphery of the spiritual spring, find a sunny place to plant them, and just symbolically put some in the garden.
When the time comes to take it out and eat it, as long as there is a source.
The old man has no concept of a few catties of soybeans and peanuts for a penny.
Xi'er's prediction was correct, and within a few months, a vigorous campaign began, with the slogan: I would rather have the grass of socialism than the seedlings of capitalism.
At the beginning, there were no strict rules on the self-reserved land allocated to each member of the production team, and those who were diligent would open up their own wasteland and grow some vegetables.
After all, the entire brigade only has a few acres of vegetable land, and it has to be purchased with a vegetable ticket, where is there enough to eat?
At this time, self-cultivation is extremely important, and every household will grow vegetables and other crops to help and supplement the shortage of food.
In spring and summer, peppers, pumpkins, eggplants, etc. are planted.
Sweet potatoes and radishes are planted in autumn and winter.
As a result, at the beginning of this campaign, everything to plant had to be regulated, and how much to plant was strictly regulated.
Each household cannot have more than 100 chili peppers, and the team will arrange cadres to go to their own plots to count them one by one, and those who exceed the number will be pulled out on the spot.
This is called cutting the tail of socialism.
Fortunately, Xi'er has a foresight, and as soon as she hears the wind, she pulls out the vegetables in the vegetable garden and picks the ones that should be picked, so that she can avoid a catastrophe.
Moreover, the vegetable gardens of Zhang Tian's two families always mature earlier than others, and they produce more peppers and eggplants than others.
Vegetables are guaranteed all year round.
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