In march 1969, a sichuan high school student who had just reached the age of 17 years had no control over his hoe, and the dark face of the red twilight was not clear and a joke was thrown into the field. It was only when the slogan was so loud that the mud didn't recognize your textbooks, but only your strength。
It's the 25th of the month
On 13 march 1969, on the 25th of the month of the agricultural calendar, as soon as the sun was covered, more than a dozen members of the sixth squad of the champagne commune came to the town to pick up people on the streets. The previous night, the commune had included a special film to celebrate the arrival of zhiqing, who was going to white jade village, the town of dragons and dragons. There's a lot of people on the streets, parents stuffing their bags, help with boxes, and it's like a rush。
I was assigned to six teams and three units 12 miles from town because i was just 17 years old. The team followed the dirt road towards the village, with a deep mud print on its feet. When we got to the ground, captain liu was waiting in the field, filming my shoulder and saying, "let's put the luggage down and start work this afternoon, first we'll put the red seed together."。
The sun's on the red side
I went back to the field for the first time in the afternoon, and the mission was red seed. The clubmen had already beaten the nest, and i was crouched in the ground and threw it at the nest. It's all upside down, the shade is up, and the sun is down, and the old man is crying out: "baby, fall well, you can't shoot." a couple of people picked it up and put it back in the nest。
The old captain yang was crouching around with his hands and taught him that the plume was on the side of the sprout, with the top of the ground, and that the thick bottom was the sun, and the air was up. It's not too tight to be able to get it out without the two fingers. I spent the whole afternoon with mud all over my hands, 10 nails stuck to death, and i couldn't wash it。
It's sour
The planting is another course. First in the field, with one hand in the water and one hand in the water, a piece of mud filled with saplings is torn apart, tied together. Two fingernails a day down. Then you go down to the field and bend your back 90 degrees, and your left hand throws it behind your back, and a right hand puts a tree in the mud, which is straight, fast and flat, and then pulls it out again。
The most deadly is the zen. The little insects in the field, which are sore and itchy in their skin, have a red spot in their arms, scratch and seep water. It is hard to get up every day and it takes half a day to get up. But when the sun came out the next day, it had to go to the field without a second choice。
It's a box the sun won't win
The red box is a purely heavy work. More than 30 metres long in a sector, and people crucify it down with their backs and tear it loose. I'm not strong enough, my hooves go up, my rhythm goes up. I'm stuck here. Sweating into the eyes of the sun, it was so thick that it could only continue to scratch with its eyes。
The captain of the bear saw me scratching, and he went straight to the compartment, leaning next to me at the angle of the hoe: don't chop, shovel, push the blade out. I tried two tweezers like he said, and it was fast. But after a day of scratching, the shoulder was swollen for two days, and it was hard to lift it。
Hot leftovers in kerosene lamps
The rest of the work is almost ready. But i'm the only one left to go back to that hayhouse at night. Hottens the lunch rice on the stove, drys the pickled pickles and radish. The oil's tight, and it's only twice in a month。
After dinner, oil lamps are spun on stone tables, reading people's daily or writing the day's labour notes. When the lamp core is swung, it's swirling, and there's only bugs and dogs barking. I took a pen to the earth wall, and i took it with me, with a picture of me going to beijing in 1966, where i was standing behind the crowd and my face was crushed。
The red housekeeper gave the report to the school
In the second year, i joined the regiment and became an accountant for the production team. I'll be able to turn it over, and the staff will call me the red housekeeper. As a member of the green group, i returned twice to maungjiang elementary school, where i told teachers and students how i had not been stable from the top to the land。
I went to the general assembly three times in pun an county to make a typical presentation. Without a book of credit, it is based on a solid record of work and a reputation of its members. Thank you, mr. Liu, captain liu, and the leaders of luo myung, yang chinahua and jin jianxiang. Thanks to chengdu's song bao-chung and chongqing's song xiaogang, the farmers came to help me cook and three people in the rain crowded their beds in the leaking house。
These images are over fifty-three years apart, the weight of the hoes, the temperature of the kerosene lamps, the itch in the meat, i remember. Have you ever been thrown into a field since you were 17 or 18 years old and learned from your head? Let's talk about what's going on down here。
