Liu Nian's dormitory is located in the southwest corner of the campus, on the edge of the playground.

It was a three-room Chase Hall blue brick house.

Missing corners, less edged and staggered corners like canine teeth; the soggy roots of the west wall that have been urinated on by classmates for many years; The urine was dried and hung on the white alkali wall, which looked like a map; and the black-gray tiles that grow all over the cracks, all make this house full of historical mottling.

This is an old house, and the only remaining house that was built when the school was built.

In the morning, it was used as an office for teachers, but later the school built a new office building and vacated it as a student dormitory.

Fortunately, the floor of the dormitory was re-cemented, and it looked clean and flat.

The bed is a bunk bed welded with iron pipes, painted with green paint, which looks proud of spring, but it is cold to the touch.

The bed boards were lined up with bamboo splits, nailed to a few horizontal logs, and the wooden sticks used to carry the water by the students were pulled from the broken planks.

The sparse bamboo splits are shining with big gaps. Walking on it, trembling, squeaking and twisting, up here and there, there is always a feeling that it may collapse.

First spread the straw that I carried from my own house, and the straw was spread out on top of the mat, and then the dense tanned tanned with stitches sewn by the old mother herself, and the quilt that I had been with my parents for many years when I came to bed......

It's your comfort zone.

The beds in the dormitory were arranged in a circle against the four walls, two by two, and then a narrow aisle was left in the middle.

In this way, when the school first started, the beds were still not enough, and there were many students who wanted three people to squeeze two beds, and then there were students who dropped out of school, and one person also had plenty of money, and later dropped out of school, and even a lot of empty beds.

The iron bed has one of the biggest problems, the upper bunk turns over, and the lower bunk bed squeaks and sways around. There is a big disadvantage of the bamboo split bed board, the upper bunk is bigger, and the lower bunk has a sandstorm.

The classmates who looked at the lower bunk began to mumble again: "Still call someone to sleep in the bag? ”

The students in the upper bunk know that they are at a loss, so they will generally pay attention to it and be careful.

But there are times when there is a hurry.

"Isn't it just turning over? So many things! "The upper bunk is a little rushed, and the lower bunk is always making a big fuss, muttering, endlessly, and the two have always been against each other.

"Who do you say?" The lower bunk is obviously pressing a belly fire, just waiting for the upper bunk to build stubble, and now you can find a vent.

"Whoever answers my words is whoever they say!" Not to be outdone, the top bunk is not to be outdone

"You can get it lightly! Try it again! "The lower bunk threatened

"I'm moving! I'll move! What's wrong with you! The top bunk said, lying under the covers, lifting his legs and smashing the bed board a few times.

The fine grains of sand and dust that had been brought up by the soles of the shoes and accumulated in the grass were sewn and fell through the bamboo beds.

The lower bunk rubbed his eyes and spit out of his mouth.

The lower bunk was really annoyed, too lazy to quarrel, raised his head with the quilt and lifted his legs, stretched out under the paving, and kicked hard.

The plank was suspended in the air, and it was put down violently, and it was pushed hard, and it was released violently......

The top bunk shouted "Bite bite, bite bite...", like riding a roller coaster, holding on to the bed board with both hands and not daring to move.

"I'm making you dishonest! I'm making you dishonest! The lower bunk gritted his teeth and lashed.

Seeing that it was going to make a fuss, the students in the neighborhood began to complain: "If you don't sleep, you let others sleep!" ”

There are also those who persuade peace: "Okay, okay, don't squeak, hurry up and go to sleep, just this little thing is worth it?" ”

The crowd was angry, and they borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, so the two classmates showed disdain on their faces, lowered their voices, and muttered to themselves.

That feels like if someone hadn't persuaded me to spare you?!

A bed, more than just a place to sleep.

There is no cafeteria in the school, and the place to eat is in the dormitory, and the dining table is paved. Lift the quilt tanned and roll it up to the head of the bed, revealing the mat, and it becomes a table for eating.

Pots, jars, steamed buns, set out around themselves, two people eat together, you sit at the head of the bed, I sit at the end of the bed, it's really a bit of a small couple to live together.

Students who are not in harmony with the upper and lower bunks like just now, there is no good way but to eat their own.

The lower bunk guards his own territory with proud white eyes: I am in charge of my territory, you don't want to sit on my bed to eat!

The upper bunk defended his dignity with stubbornness, and his eyes were clearly disdainful: Whoever is rare in your broken place, I am willing to climb every day!

There are various postures for eating on the upper bunk, squatting to eat, eating cross-legged, eating with horn legs, anyway, you can eat as hard as you want, and you can make do with how you eat without numbness.

It is the trouble of climbing up and down, and the meal of receiving water and brushing the tank has to climb up and down several times, and I don't dare to do a big event, otherwise it will be dusty and dusty, and the bed will leak again and again, and it will be a good show.

Each student usually has a small cardboard box on the head of the bed, and the cardboard box is covered with a few pieces of white paper stained with vegetable water and oil.

Jars and vegetable pots are stacked haphazardly in the corner of the cardboard box, and next to them are several bottles and jars.

A canned bottle contains fresh stir-fried vegetables brought from home, this dish cannot be left for a long time, and it must be eaten as soon as possible when it is brought, and it is fine in winter, but if it is summer, it will not be spent overnight, otherwise it will swish.

A canned bottle of black pickles, this dish needs to be eaten for a week, so this bottle of food must be calculated and eaten, how much to eat at each meal, and you must have a number in your heart, otherwise the week will not be over, and the food will be gone.

Pickles are a must-have for rice, and the dry sweet potato noodle pancakes are really hard to chew, and if you roll some pickles inside, it will be very different!

It was on the hungry head, the cheeks were thrown away, and the mouth was wide open and took a bite fiercely, salty, spicy, tsk, lips and teeth, full of fragrance. Even the boring study life has become tasteful and impressive at this moment.

In those years, the yards of rural families were indispensable to a large vat, full of pickled vegetables, which was a must-have dish for school and work, suitable for all ages.

Occasionally, there is a small glass bottle, usually filled with salt monkeys.

The so-called salt monkey is the batter with salt, or add a little green onion, stir-fry back and forth in the small vegetable pot with oil, the large dough, stir-fry and fry it into countless small dough, and in the end, the more fried the smaller it is, the pot is full of burnt yellow small dreadlocks, like a little monkey, and because the salt is more, it is called the salt monkey.

In fact, it is more appropriate to call it salt monkey, it is better to call it salt monkey, parents in order not to let the children eat it as a meal, they will put a lot of salt, salty people, but also borrow a salt taste, this is actually the way of eating for the poor.

Some students will have a few baked cakes or two handfuls of steamed dumplings in the cardboard box, which is considered a high-end food and will not be common.

But the most important thing in the cardboard box is, of course, the colorful cotton wrapper, and when you open the wrapper, there are pancakes stacked on top of each other like a brick wall.

This is the same as pickles, which must be eaten from Monday to Saturday.

If you are just in time to make pancakes at home, the new pancakes you just brought are still soft and fluffy, and it is a bit difficult to bite into them.

However, after a few days, it becomes dry and crispy, and when you bite into the pancake dregs, it falls from your mouth.

So eating pancakes is like this, holding the pancake with one hand, holding it under the chin with the other, taking a few bites, taking a handful, raising your hand, opening your mouth, and putting a handful of pancake dregs into your stomach, and not wasting it at all.

This Sunday afternoon meal was the liveliest and most sumptuous, and almost everyone had a cardboard box with all kinds of goodies that they had just brought from home.

The students will gather in groups of three or five, you taste my food, I will taste yours.

There are greedy classmates, stretching their necks and staring around in the dormitory, and whoever is delicious will eat next to whomever they eat.

There are also the gluttonous and annoying kinds, such as Tian Zhuang will sneak into the dormitory during recess and steal other people's food.

However, stealing food should also be stopped in moderation, open the carton, unscrew the bottle cap, pick up the chopsticks, clip two small mouths to relieve the cravings, and then put down the chopsticks, screw the lid, close the carton, and the ghost will not be found unknowingly.

But if you come across something delicious, the Grange can't help but eat a small half bottle.

At mealtime, someone in the dormitory will scold the street: "Who stole my food?" That shameless person ate my food? Stand up for me......"

It's just that no one has a stubble.

Although no one said it, in fact, everyone envied Li Weiguo, the second son of Mayor Li's family.

At the head of his bed was a sturdy, square wooden box. It stands out in the room full of cardboard boxes.

The outside of the box was painted with light blue paint, and a small and delicate three-ring brand brass lock that would only be opened when Li Weiguo was eating hung on it all the time, full of mystery.

Until one day after school, everyone found that his box was smashed open by someone who didn't know it, the wooden board was broken, and the white stubble of wood leaked out of the outside and was very conspicuous.

Li Weiguo said that the twenty yuan in the box was missing, and a few apples were also taken.

So everyone guessed who stole it, and then it was gone. Maybe someone is fascinated by a moment, or maybe it's a deliberate conspiracy.

However, Li Weiguo didn't worry too much about this, and soon changed to a brand new wooden box, on which still hung the small, delicate and shiny brass lock.

Every Wednesday, the lunch party will be a little richer, and the adults in the family who feel sorry for the children usually send some delicious food to treat their children on this day.

At noon, Sanjin took out a canned food bottle from the black leather bag behind him, and said to Liu Nian mysteriously; "Look what this is? My mother sent it. ”

Unscrewing the lid, an enticing aroma immediately emanated, and the top layer of the bottle was bright oil, and the bottom of the oil was faintly visible as minced meat-like particles.

"What? What? "Liu Nianzhen hasn't seen it.

"Dog meat sauce! My mother made it for me! Sanjin said proudly.

Liu Nian carefully picked out a handful from the bottle with chopsticks and put it in his mouth......

Ay! How can there be such a delicious thing? Why does it smell so good?

Since then, Liu Nian has known that there is a delicacy called dog meat sauce.

However, this dog meat sauce is a rarity after all, so Sanjin Niang gave it this time.

Later, Liu Nian heard that Uncle Sanjin's dog died somehow, and his uncle gave Sanjin a little dog meat. Sanjin Niang was also reluctant to eat it, so she made it into meat sauce and sent it to school.

In fact, Liu Nian and Sanjin ate a little better, and there were only a few people in the class who could eat steamed buns and serve dishes. Liu Nian's father is a public teacher, and he can get one or two hundred yuan a month. Sanjin's father is also a teacher, but he is a private person, and he can receive a salary of dozens of yuan a month, but fortunately, Sanjin's mother can earn some pocket money by making tofu at home and walking around the village.

Adults are frugal, trying their best to keep their children from being wronged at school. It's just that condition, and it's just okay not to go hungry.

Fortunately, although the children ate badly, no one complained, and they were full of vigor all day long!