Han Yi once went on a business trip to Dalian, and met professional fishermen on the beach, and the local people called them sea touchers, if these sea touchers caught crabs, they would definitely cover the bamboo basket if they caught one, but they didn't need to cover it if they were in a group.

The bumper explained that one crab would climb up and run away, and if two or more of them, whoever wanted to climb up, the others would stretch out their claws and pull them down.

While making Han Yi gain knowledge, it also made him feel quite touched, and he couldn't help but shudder, remembering the story told by the high school teacher.

She said:

When I was a child, my family lived at the foot of a large mountain, very isolated, a dozen miles away from the nearest town, where poverty and backwardness are still shocking.

The poorer the more born, my grandmother gave birth to more than a dozen children, died several, to my mother, seeing that she could not support, she gave it to others to raise, fortunately my new grandmother especially loved my mother, smashed the pot and sold iron to send her to school, at that time it was popular to go to junior high school and take the technical secondary school entrance examination, my mother was angry, insisted on going to high school and university, she was admitted to high school with the top ten scores in the school, but only half a year before she met the WenHua Revolution and was notified to suspend school.

At that time, my mother was a "highly talented student" in the village, and was hired as a private teacher by the village primary school, and my father was a retired soldier who belonged to the public family who ate "commercial grain" in the county seat.

My dad has a very active brain, when he was young, he collected cotton, sold pesticides, did all kinds of small businesses, plus the salary of my mother, and soon had a small savings.

At the end of the 80s of the last century, this is definitely something that requires great courage to dare to do, the investment is too big, the future is uncertain, besides, even if the fish is raised, in this great northwest where everyone is used to eating wheat noodles, can it really be sold?

But my dad is particularly optimistic about this side business, has persuaded my mother and my second uncle, the two families jointly funded a fish pond, he is responsible for contacting experts, providing technology, after a year of careful breeding, the fry are finally all mature, selling very well, the county hotel is simply in short supply, the price has risen again and again.

In just one year, not only the cost was fully recovered, but there was also a slight surplus.

After the publicity of my second uncle, my grandfather and two aunts also excitedly asked to participate, and the five families handed over almost all of their net worth to my father, and the fish pond was greatly expanded.

Everyone was full of longing, got up early and worked greedily at night, and saw that it was harvest time again, and the fish were so fat that it was salivating, but our family was wiped out in the early hours of one morning.

Yes, you're not mistaken, someone secretly put a lot of pesticides in my fish pond.

The first to find out is the grandfather who is used to getting up early every day, he has not yet arrived at the fish pond, he has smelled a strong smell, shouting the name of my second uncle, the second uncle slept in the thatched hut built temporarily next to the fish pond, only to rub his sleepy eyes and get up when he heard the shout, he was stunned as soon as he walked out of the thatched shed, the pungent smell of pesticides permeated the entire fish pond, and there was a layer of white belly floating on the water surface, dense and not exaggerated.

My grandfather was already kneeling by the fish pond, his hands trembling and picking up the fish one by one, and the old tears were all over the place, "Evil, evil!" ”

After saying this, he passed out by the fishpond.

Sent to the hospital, he was diagnosed with a stroke, and his grandfather lay in bed for three years before finally dying.

The last clear sentence in his life was "Iniquity, iniquity!" ”

The fishpond incident brought our whole family back to abject poverty, and although no one blamed him, my father blamed himself for a while.

Later, my mother often told me that it was from that incident that she vowed to stay away from the destitute and jealous class, even if she fought to the death.

At that time, she was just a village-run teacher, there was no establishment, and she belonged to the person who could be expelled home by the principal's casual words, but she had a good foundation and was smart, and when she saw that the county was recruiting English teachers, the condition was that she needed a nationally recognized college diploma, and she immediately decided to use this as the first choice to jump out of the farm.

How easy is it to say?

You must know that at that time, she was learning Russian at school, and a rural woman who did not even have any foundation was almost impossible to obtain a college diploma in English in that closed era.

But my mother just did it, and it only took two years to take a self-examination.

No one knows how she served her grandfather in bed, took care of our young siblings, did the heavy farm work, taught elementary school students, and passed all the subjects of the self-study exam in the shortest possible time.

All I can say is a miracle.

My mom eventually entered the town's junior high school as a teacher.

Her pronunciation may be very lame, but in the class she teaches, the average grade is always the first and second, the principal sees her, always smiles, and she will always be on the list in various advanced selections.

My brother and sister followed her, changed their "commercial grain" household registration, sold the village base in their hometown, and moved into the family area of the school, so that we were truly far away from the remote village that had brought us countless nightmares.

From now on, there is no need to worry that someone will use the name of watering the ground to divert water from the canal under the fence of my house, and the newly built earthen wall will collapse;

Don't worry, the front of the door is maliciously filled with soil, and every rainy day the water can't flow out, and the room is flooded half a foot deep;

Don't worry, you will be subjected to all kinds of injustices and greasy when dividing the land, and you will always be assigned to the most barren, remote and most undesirable terraces.

Yes, all of this is because my dad is a "public family" with an iron rice bowl in his hand, because my family's economic situation is slightly better than that of the surrounding villagers.

For a long time, we have been borrowed by the villagers under various pretexts and have not repaid, and once we have been reclaimed, we have been abused by the whole village for a long time, without any reason.

If you have to find a reason, then there is only one, our family, is the crab that does not want to stay in the bamboo basket, you want to climb out, the other crabs will be on the same with seven claws and eight pincers, and they will definitely drag you down and then quickly.

Everyone is trapped in a dark cage, why do you want to escape such suffocation and despair?

We can't get out, you don't want to leave, you look at me, I look at you, all rotting and degrading in the swamp of poisonous gas - what a terrible, pathetic and dark human nature!

Where there are fewer resources per capita, the more difficult it is for people to be simple.

At the bottom of life, ignorance, ignorance, jealousy, and bad behavior are not simply verbal attacks, but facts to a great extent.

Some people say that under the line of life and death, cannibalism and injury, under the line of rich and poor, it is bleak and difficult.

is really like this, even if they are brothers and sisters, if they encounter interests on the life and death line at the bottom, they will be ruined, and even cannibalism.

I realized this when I was in high school.

I just got admitted to high school that year, my father had a serious illness, and I still don't know what the diagnosis is, only that the hospital reported that she was critically ill, my mother cried into tears, and my relatives at home even enlarged my father's black and white photos.

At that time, my mother had just undergone uterine fibroid surgery, her body was weak, and she fainted at every turn, and my father's treatment was astronomical every day.

The family has little savings left, and my brother and I are about to face the tuition fees for the new semester.

You must know that high school is not compulsory education, and the tuition fees of key high schools are particularly expensive, my first year of high school, my brother repeated his third year of high school, and my mother borrowed all her relatives and didn't borrow much money, so she was anxious to sell blood, and the blood station still rejected her because she was anemic.

Dad's medical expenses were paid in advance by the unit, and my brother and I have been in arrears for more than half a month since the start of school.

Fortunately, Dad's condition gradually improved, and then there was good news, the list of the last batch of retired personnel in their factory who allowed their children to take over was released, and Dad was also on the list because of physical reasons, which means that one of my brother and I can immediately support ourselves and earn wages from the public job.

When I heard the news, I cried out loud, and I said that I should not take over, I am only sixteen years old, not old enough to take over, and I want to go to university, I don't want to be a factory worker for the rest of my life.

Mom was silent for a long time, and then spoke with difficulty, "However, the family has no savings, even if you can all be admitted to university, you can only afford one in this situation." ”

My brother didn't sleep all night, got up early and said to my mother, I decided to quit school and let my sister continue to go to school, she is less than eighteen, she can't take over the class, I am old enough, and after all, I have taken the college entrance examination, and it is a problem of my ability to not get in, and I can't even give my sister the opportunity to take the college entrance examination······

Mom cried again, and during that time she cried so much that her eyes were always swollen like peaches.

I also cried, I knew that my brother had a high fever when he took the college entrance examination for the first time, but even then his grades were very good, and he decided to repeat it for the university of his choice.

I said I wouldn't study anymore, let my brother continue to study, his grades are better than mine, he will be better than me, and he only needs one year to go to college, and I need three more years, it's not cost-effective.

Mom choked up and said, "This is a major event in life, you brothers and sisters have discussed it, and you will sign up tomorrow." ”

We didn't sign up the next day because something big was going on in the factory.

In order to snatch the qualification of this successor, a family of brothers beat each other almost every day, one of them was beaten into a concussion and was admitted to the hospital, and the other two were killed yesterday when one poisoned the other's food!

People who are struggling at the bottom of the ladder have the primary goal of living is to live, and they can break their heads for the sake of petty profits, and for the sake of direct interests, they can disregard human life and cause death.

In the end, I was rejected due to my age, and my brother packed his schoolbag with tears in his eyes and entered the factory for induction training.

Soon after, my father came to his senses and was furious when he learned about it, and after half a year he fully recovered, he became a truck driver, and re-enrolled my brother, and eventually, my brother and I were admitted to the university of our dreams.

Why am I fighting so hard?

It is because I have seen the closed, narrow-minded, inferior and ugly of the lower society.

When a person's material deprivation is so extreme that he can't even solve the problem of food and clothing, self-esteem and face become luxuries, and unscrupulous means become animal instincts.

At the bottom, the dark side of those societies is more real and three-dimensional, all the intrigues and deceit have been magnified countless times, in order to live, in order to obtain more survival resources, so many people have lost their bottom line and their personalities are distorted.

Poverty is often associated with low self-esteem, and once the inferiority complex ferments to a certain extent, it is crazy to hate the rich, take revenge on the society, and do not hesitate to defy the law for their own selfish interests.

For example, the fish pond where the innocent person was poisoned.

For example, the three brothers who were killed, injured and sentenced.

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She spoke softly about what really happened, even in the past, but such things are common today.

I remember reading a news on the Internet that an interdisciplinary team at Harvard had done a psychological tracking study: how will people's way of thinking change in the case of poverty?

Thousands of reports have been tracked to show that the attention of poor people will be overly occupied by scarce resources, causing an overall decline in cognition and judgment, and even leading to imperfection of personality, and various irrational violence or other negative behaviors in the process of competing for resources.

More than 2,000 years ago, Guan Zhong said: "Enough food and clothing to know honor and disgrace, Cang Liao is solid and knows etiquette." ”

Han Yi doesn't think that money is the standard for measuring everything, and he doesn't think that poverty itself is shameful, but he firmly believes that the idea of solidifying himself as the lowest class and dying of poverty is extremely shameful and terrible.

If he doesn't want to get up, no one can help him!

Is it because of desire, or is it because of one's own self-motivation? Maybe it's neither, or maybe it's both.