I am an old man. I often like to recall my past life. I was also invited to write a short paper entitled "Collection of Years". When I was sitting at my desk, I carefully searched my memory for the most unforgettable time when I walked through the ups and downs of my life. Or the lush life in the countryside in the late 1960 s
It was very bitter at that time, very bitter. Throw an 18-year-old boy from the city to the countryside at once. Transplanting, cutting wheat, ploughing and watering. It rains against the wind and is steaming at night. There is only 28 Jin of grain every month. That is to say, it is only 20 kg of rice. I can't eat enough at all. After work, I have to fetch water for cooking, cooking, watering and fertilizing vegetables. That's really bitter and difficult. Think about college students now, people in their twenties, whose parents send them to the dormitory and make the bed and quilt. Give enough pocket money. I'm so happy. We were workers at that time, that is, strong workers. The score is 10. Do it for a day, 74 cents. We are rural educated youth and novices. I'm fine. I evaluate eight divisions of labor every day, which means I earn 60 cents a day.
I didn't go to the countryside with my classmates at that time, so I chose to go to relatives and rely on relatives. Back to my hometown, Xinzhou Yangluo. My cousin and my family live in my old house. At first, I ate in a pot. Less than a month, maybe I ate too much. Was separated. I'll shoot myself. Poor big boy with nothing to do in Wuhan suddenly wants to cook by himself, and he is still burning the earthen stove in the countryside. It's either dry, burnt or closed. That's called being in a hurry As I just arrived in the countryside, I can't grow vegetables. The villagers told me that grass seeds in the field can be pickled and eaten. They don't even eat themselves. It is planted in the ground as green manure. I don't care. Cut a basket and pickle a jar. One day, my father came to see me in the village. When I went to the kitchen, I saw a can of grass seeds pickled by me. I saw him hiding aside and secretly wiping his tears!
Probably a teenager doesn't know what trouble is like! Although it doesn't feel too bitter. I met young people my age in the village. They will take the initiative to help me cook, so as not to keep me busy. And teach me how to grow vegetables. Occasionally, I will send some pickles, and Rob will help. We went out to play together and became good friends.
They are simple and frank, humorous and often make people laugh. Once we dug a bomb shelter on the hillside. A villager herding cattle passed by. I looked at the sign posted next to the bomb shelter. He said to himself: one is not afraid of suffering, and the other is not afraid of death. What's your example of digging a bomb shelter? I was dumbfounded and speechless. Sweat, sweat, or!
What impressed me most was that a good friend of mine from the same village wanted to cross the street, that is, to go on a blind date. There is not a decent dress. I lent him a pair of my polyester Brigitte pants. Later, when he returned his pants, he saw me lying in bed. Know that I am sick. After a while, he brought me a bowl of soup from their home. There are noodles, eggs and a chicken leg in it. I refused to eat chicken legs, which was very precious in the countryside at that time. But he insisted that I eat, put down the bowl and left. The next day when I went to his house to return the bowl, I heard his mother scolding him. "You sent the drumstick away. After a while, the object came to the door for the first time. What do you think? " . Listen to him mutter: "Isn't there another one?" I can't stop crying when I hear this. This unforgettable touch has been preserved to this day.
There is a saying that I deeply understand: living with simple people can purify your soul!
I stayed in the countryside for one year and eight months and was taken to Sun Yicheng Shipyard as a worker. At the age of forty, the whole family moved back to Wuhan, starting from scratch, without a tile and a cone. It is hard to imagine. But with the bottom of this bowl of wine in the countryside, any difficulty can be overcome.
So I said that my most glorious years were in the countryside.