Early the next morning, just as the wake-up bell rang twice, Luo Xuan and Peng Yong got up.
Surprisingly, the hungover Yu Guijun woke up very early.
This is also a ruthless person.
I saw Yu Guijun, who was dizzy, struggling to go to the well outside the dormitory wall and bring up a bucket of cold water.
He stood by the well, wearing ragged clothes, and took a cold shower amidst the surprised sounds of his male and female classmates.
"Luo Xuan, Luo Xuan! Are you up?"
Luo Xuan was washing when he suddenly heard Zhang Wei's voice.
Turn around and look.
It turned out that it was Zhang Wei who came to the school looking for him, carrying his briefcase in one hand and a stack of old newspapers in the other.
Zhang Wei saw Luo Xuan and passed the old newspapers in his hand forward, "Here, take it and use it. I thought that you might need to pack your books since school has just started. Then these old newspapers will come in handy."
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During this period, students used old newspapers to cover their schoolbags.
There are also some people whose families are better off, who will buy two pieces of white rice paper, cut them and use them to make book covers.
But this situation is rare.
95% of students' families don't dare to be so arrogant.
Not to mention using white rice paper as book covers, even newspapers that are free of charge are very valuable in rural areas!
Many rural students cannot even get an old newspaper in their homes.
Sometimes in the production team, the members don't know where to get two old newspapers, and they are regarded as treasures by everyone.
Those members who could read would read the newspaper over and over, and then read it to the illiterate members.
International news in newspapers is undoubtedly the section that everyone is most concerned about.
Squatting on the big stone millstone at the entrance of the village, the commune members drank the corn porridge with people's shadows visible, and listened with gusto.
After everyone denounced the evil American emperor and sympathized with the poor people in Feizhou who had no food to eat, the commune members lamented: "Our production team is better off!"
At this time, people can often taste the bacon even from the pickled radishes in their hands.
Finished reading international news and domestic news.
Then I read the latest achievements of the production teams in the current brother provinces over and over again.
It's time to read the correction instructions in the gap.
Often, by the time newspaper readers read the statement in the cracks, the production team leader should ring the bell.
then,
Everyone quickly poured the remaining mouthful of polenta into their mouths, patted their butts, and went to work to earn work points.
Today Zhang Wei brought a stack of newspapers to himself, but Luo Xuan just couldn't use it either...
According to Luo Xuan's prediction: I might not even open my textbook a few times.
When the books of other students were already worn out, Luo Xuan dared to pat his chest and promise: his textbooks are guaranteed to be almost the same as when they were first distributed!
It's still brand new inside and out.
Where else do I need a book cover?
It's just that Zhang Wei is serious, and Luo Xuan can't be ruthless.
Under the envious eyes of countless classmates, Luo Xuan took the newspaper with a smile, and then thanked Zhang Wei.
Zhang Weidao: "It's just a small effort, why do you want to thank me?"
Then Zhang Wei pulled Luo Xuan over, leaned forward and whispered: "I have something that I feel is a bit tricky. I want to come over today and ask if you have any good ideas?"
There are a lot of people talking here.
After Luo Xuan hurriedly finished washing up, he pulled Zhang Wei out of the school wall through the side door next to the boys' dormitory.
During this period, school management was not strict.
The front door and the back door are locked in the morning and evening. Normally, students come in and out, but the school doesn't care.
The school is not worried about students being bullied by gangsters outside, abducted by human traffickers, or anything like that.
None of these things exist today.
If there is a guy who is not afraid of death and dares to pretend to be a gangster in society and imitate a crow and lift the table, the township office will let him know what the consequences will be if he pretends to be a gangster!
After leaving the wall, Luo Xuan saw no one behind him, so he said, "Tell me, what is it that has troubled even the most talented man in our village?"
"I think it's about the same as a rapeseed."
Zhang Wei joked, then scratched his head and said: "It's like this, Xiao Laojun Production Brigade, you know, right? Now they have reported to the village a typical person who loves the collective, does not care about personal gains and losses, and works hard to protect collective property.
and deeds.”
Luo Xuan was stunned, "This is a good thing. It shows that in the new society, people of all kinds who love the collective and are willing to contribute to the collective emerge in endlessly."
Zhang Wei smiled bitterly, "A good thing is a good thing, but the breeder brought his own new cotton cloth to wipe the saliva of the newborn piglets in the breeding room of the production team and the dirty water in the mother's womb.
He also took out his own quilt to keep the little piglets warm, while he himself got into the straw pile to keep out the cold.
A good thing is a good thing, but such deeds can be seen in illustrated magazines.
If I use the breeder's behavior as a broadcast script again, the superiors will think that I am plagiarizing and imitating the advanced deeds in the illustrated magazine."
Upon hearing this, Luo Xuan understood Zhang Wei's difficulty: If he didn't write this matter into a broadcast script, the cadres and members of Xiaolaojun's production brigade would be dissatisfied.
But if you ask him to write a broadcast script, someone has already done this kind of thing before, and it was published in a national pictorial.
Same behavior.
The first time it was reported, it was an advanced example.
If you report the exact same thing later, it will not have news value, and it may even be suspected of deliberately imitating others.
Herein lies Zhang Wei's embarrassment: he believed that the breeder had not read that issue of the pictorial.
The breeder's behavior at that time was also based on his true intentions.
He was also really worried about the weak piglets, so in desperation, he took out his new cotton cloth and wiped the piglets.
Luo Xuan thought for a while and then said: "When the breeder saw the piglets dying, he leaned down without hesitation and performed artificial respiration for the piglets.
After the piglets were rescued, the breeder, who loved collective property, gave up the plan of making new clothes for his children and did not hesitate to use the little cotton cloth he had at home to wipe the dirt on the piglets.
Finally, the breeder used his own quilt to keep the piglets warm..."
"Artificial respiration?"
Zhang Wei was stunned, "An illiterate breeder... he knows this?"
Luo Xuan's eyes widened, "Does it matter? Is this the point?"
Zhang Wei couldn't laugh or cry, "You don't know? Are human mouths and pig's mouths compatible? Can a pig's nose be pinched?"
Luo Xuan got angry, "You can't hold it, and you don't know how to block the pig's nostrils with your fingers?"
And, is this important? That's just a technical detail.
Moreover, this is similar to reading a novel, there is no need to discuss whether the logic is reasonable...that's pretty much it."
"Comrade, don't ignore the basics and ignore the weak, let alone be picky!"
Luo Xuan patted Zhang Wei's shoulder earnestly, "We want to see the glorious deeds of breeders who sacrifice themselves for pigs, sacrifice their own interests, and safeguard collective property! Don't get hung up on these small aspects!"
"Can you tell the truth about the story of lying on the ice begging for a carp? Try to see if you can freeze him to death!"
"Don't worry about the details."
Luo Xuan waved his hand, "The school is about to gather for morning exercises. Regarding this matter, you really can only start from these aspects to write a touching manuscript! If you don't believe me, try it..."
The bell on the school playground has rang several times. If you are late on the first day, the impact will not be good.
Zhang Wei can't care about details when he writes stories, and he can't be too sloppy when doing things himself.
By the time Luo Xuan ran to the playground out of breath, everyone was lining up and saw that the ceremony was about to begin.
The opening ceremony of this term was held very grandly by the school.
In addition to the leaders of the school, the township education office and the county education bureau all sent people to watch the ceremony.
The principal stood on the high podium, and using a set of electric speakers he borrowed from who knows where, he began to lecture all the teachers and students.
This kind of electric horn requires a manual crank to generate electricity.
The current is sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
In addition, the quality of the electric speakers was mediocre, so that the principal's speech was similar to the Taoist priests singing scriptures in Nanhua Palace... it was babbling intermittently, making people listen half-understood and not aware of the power.
but,
Even though everyone was guessing, they still understood what the principal meant: The principal was encouraging everyone to study hard and strive to be a useful person to the country.
Be a person with a firm stand, pure thoughts, high consciousness, and lofty ambitions...
Throughout the article, the principal did not mention much about asking everyone to learn cultural knowledge and how to study well.
During this period, national construction is in full swing, and it is a critical moment when talents from all walks of life are urgently needed.
Therefore, everyone is strongly encouraged to send their children to school to learn cultural knowledge.
However, transportation is inconvenient, schools are scarce, and it is difficult to replenish the teaching staff in a short period of time.
There are some junior primary school teachers who are not even well-educated. When they learn three-digit addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, they have to do the calculations themselves for half a day...
Coupled with the members of the production team, there are many poor people.
The combination of various factors resulted in a low enrollment rate during this period, and the quality of education in rural areas was really average.
Especially in remote areas like Bashu Province and Rongwei County, there are not even many high school students in a production brigade.
If you are a junior high school student, you will probably join the army.
If he is a technical secondary school student, he will eventually be recruited into the city, which is a basically foreseeable result.
——The premise is that their background is good.
Because you have read a book, you can have the possibility of becoming a farmer.
Therefore, everyone knows the importance of sending children to school.
But the family has no money.
The members of the production team also lack labor at home. During the day, the adults have to go to the fields to earn work points, so they need children at home to help with cooking, laundry, etc.
Otherwise, when you come back from hard work, the house is still cold and the stove is cold, which will greatly delay the members' ability to earn work points.
Between hunger and learning cultural knowledge, survival is obviously more important than literacy.
Therefore, the dropout rate during this period was actually very high.
The principal spoke on the stage.
There were more than 100 students from two grades and four classes in the audience. Everyone stood upright, with serious expressions and looking intently at the podium.
Regardless of whether everyone understands it or not, you still have to stand upright...
among the crowd.
Only Luo Xuan was burying his head in writing and drawing in a small notebook. At first glance, it seemed that Luo Xuan was quite focused.
After the principal finished speaking, naturally the leader of the county education office came to say "a few words."
However, his two sentences are a bit long.
After talking for more than half an hour, the old man who was responsible for cranking the handle of the generator was helped down by his coworkers and lay down flat.
The speaker on the rostrum spoke enthusiastically, and the little faces in the audience listened intently.
In the crowd, everyone looked up at the rostrum, but there was only one black head, which seemed a bit awkward.
It's like a pile of red monkey's butts mixed with a pig's butt...it's too eye-catching.
As the principal looked around, he suddenly saw someone not paying attention to the lecture, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
When he took a closer look, he couldn't help but turn from anger to joy: "Teacher Yuan, I remember that square team, are they students in your class?"
Teacher Yuan looked where the principal looked and nodded: "Yes, that person is Luo Xuan in our class."
"Good students! Not many students can write down their speeches seriously."
The principal smiled happily: "A good memory is not as good as a bad writing. This classmate has done a good job. It is worth learning from him and worthy of praise!"
When Teacher Yuan heard this, he was immediately confused: When did Luo Xuan's consciousness become so high?
However, being recognized and praised by the principal can also add glory to Class 52.
It's always a good thing.
Therefore, Teacher Yuan remained silent.
Only Chen Xiaoduan, who was standing next to him, looked at Luo Xuan in the distance below the stage, looking thoughtful...
