With a Door In Mind

Hearing Zhang Dazhuang's words, everyone looked at him.

A little embarrassed to be seen by everyone, he hurriedly closed his mouth.

When I came to the village, I didn't find anyone. Only some old people and children on the side of the dojo were watching the food.

Drive away birds and beasts.

After a while, a middle-aged man in his fifties arrived. He was wearing white short sleeves, a straw hat on his head, and a towel draped around his neck.

"Comrades, you are welcome."

After the other party came, he came up to hold Teacher Yang's hand and greeted Teacher Yang.

They come every year, and the other party is used to it.

The two politely said a few words, and the old captain looked at the team.

At a glance, he saw Zhang Dazhuang standing next to Zhou Xiaochuan.

Then he shouted to Zhang Dazhuang in the team: "Hey, Dazhuang is you, just right, you take the teacher to the north of the village."

Zhang Dazhuang hurriedly agreed: "Hey, okay, Grandpa Six."

The old captain then said to Teacher Yang: "Comrades, you go and put your things away first, and come to the cafeteria to eat in a while. I know you are coming and have already prepared your meals."

"Okay, then let's go first."

Zhou Xiaochuan watched the two talk from the side. Although they were very polite, he could clearly feel the old captain's resistance.

No way, now there is no food in the countryside. Where can there be food to feed these fifty mouths, but this is a task that cannot be shied away.

Zhang Dazhuang brought everyone to the north of the village.

Not far away is a river bank.

When I came to the place, I saw that there were six large thatched houses here.

Teacher Yang took a look and said to a few people: "According to the usual queue, ten people will be in groups of one room."

Everyone quickly found their usual team.

When I entered the room, I saw a long bed inside. It is said to be a bed, that is, two long sticks with a short wooden stick in the middle.

Spread straw on top.

It looks a bit like a Datong Bunk, a bed that can sleep more than a dozen people.

Zhang Dazhuang is naturally in a group with Zhou Xiaochuan.

After he came in, he said to the others, "When I came here before, the village couldn't live there, and some lived in the ancestral hall and the village headquarters. In the second year, Grandpa Liu brought people to build these houses, just for the students who came every year. use."

Zhou Xiaochuan glanced at it, the house is fine if it doesn't rain, if it rains it will definitely leak.

But this is also normal, do you still prepare a hotel for you?

Anyone who complains is bourgeois hedonism. Write a review first.

When everyone saw this, they took off the quilt and spread it on the bed.

Five quilts covered the bed, and the rest was used as a quilt. At this time, there is no such thing as cleanliness.

Have?

bear with it.

And it's not summer now, it's still a little cold at night, and it's easy to get upset if you don't cover it at all.

Everyone made the bed and walked out of the room.

At this time, other people also finished things and came out to gather.

Mr. Yang lived next door, and when he came out, everyone was well, so he walked towards the village headquarter.

When we got there, it was time to eat.

Although they come once a year, the villagers still regard them as rare animals.

You must know that many children in the village now go to primary school for a year and a half, and then they return to the village and stop going to school after knowing the basic characters.

There are no junior high schools in the villages and communes. The most recent junior high school is the junior high school in the provincial capital. After all, this is also a rural area under the jurisdiction of the provincial capital.

Therefore, very few people in the village went to junior high school.

"Big Zhuang."

Among the people who were eating at this time, a child about the same age as Zhang Dazhuang shouted at him.

Seeing the old captain coming over, Teacher Yang smiled at Zhang Dazhuang and said, "Go. There is a captain here."

Zhang Dazhuang nodded when he heard the words. He walked towards the crowd.

The old captain came to see everyone. Then he said to Teacher Yang, "Comrade Yang, take the children to dinner."

"Okay, let's have dinner then, I'll wait for your arrangement."

The old captain nodded when he heard the words.

Everyone came to the place where the meal was served, and lined up to make a meal.

Zhou Xiaochuan glanced at it. The corn and sweet potato porridge was very thin.

The food is a little scary.

All kinds of wild vegetables are boiled together in boiling water, it is estimated that a little salt is added.

There are some oil flowers scattered on the top, and you can't see it if you don't look carefully.

It has been three years since I came to this world, and I am tired of looking at corn and sweet potato porridge, not to mention the people who eat it.

After everyone prepared the meal, they squatted on the side and started to eat.

Zhou Xiaochuan drank some gruel. He was forced to eat the food.

The deliciousness of wild vegetables depends on how they are cooked.

All kinds of wild vegetables taste different, put them in a piece of water and boil it, this taste is simple.

But he looked at it, and he was the only one who was uncomfortable eating, and the others frowned at most.

Even the girls are in the same situation.

Zhou Xiaochuan sighed inwardly, degenerate. Do you want to eat like this in the future?

Forget it, let's keep falling.

After eating, everyone went back to the house to rest for a while. Take time out in the middle to sneak into the space to eat something.

When the whistle of going to work sounded, Teacher Yang brought everyone to the village headquarters.

At this time, the people in the village were sparsely walking towards the fields.

The old captain was standing at the gate of the village waiting, and when he saw everyone coming, he walked to the field with him.

When he arrived at the place, the old captain said to the dozens of acres of land in front of him, "Comrade Yang, let's get this piece of land first. Things are ready for you. See what else you need."

Teacher Yang looked at the poles, sickles and other things on the ground.

Then he smiled at the old captain: "Captain Zhang, these are enough. If there is anything missing, I will ask you for it."

The other party nodded. Explain where the harvested grain is placed, and then leave.

When Teacher Yang saw the other party leave, he called the people together.

Fifty people were then divided into ten groups. 3 males, 2 females.

One man cut the wheat, the two women picked it up, and the other two men were responsible for carrying the wheat to the dojo.

Hearing his words, a voice suddenly came from among the girls, "Mr. Yang, how can you look down on our girls. The great leader has said that women's power is boundless, and production can hold up half the sky. We can also cut wheat. ."

I don't know who was beside me and muttered, "That's a woman, you're not a woman, you're a girl."

The crowd laughed out loud.

"you……"

The girl's face flushed when she heard the words, and she pointed at the person who said this.

Teacher Yang smiled upon seeing this, and then continued to instruct everyone on what to do.

Especially the sickle, this thing can easily cut his legs if it is not used well.

Not to mention the urbanites, even the rural children have only seen others use it, and there are really few people who really get used to it.

It can't be counted as work points, who would want their children to do such dangerous work.

After explaining it for a while, I saw that everyone would use it, so I went down to the field to demonstrate to everyone.

At the beginning, the progress of everyone was still very slow, especially the people who cut wheat.

Teacher Yang handed the sickle over to one of them, and I kept staring at a few people using the sickle.

If there is something wrong, please correct it immediately. For teachers, the safety of students is the most important thing.

Fortunately, some in the class were originally from the countryside, and they knew the horror of sickles when they were immersed in it since childhood.

Soon everyone entered the formal order.

As people gradually found the feeling, the tense atmosphere gradually relaxed.

"The east is red, the sun is rising,..."

Slowly the students started singing again.

"Hey, these students are really spirited."

"What, it didn't take a long time to become a Yanba bug."

The other party smiled when he heard the words, and continued to do the work in his hand.

After working for more than an hour, everyone was sweating more and more. The hand wielding the scythe grew heavier.

At this time, Chu Yanyan brought a few girls over with a wooden bucket filled with water.

"Mr. Yang, classmates. Come and drink water."

Chu Yanyan shouted to the crowd.

Only then did the crowd stop their movements, and when they came to the waterwheel, they rushed to drink water.

At this time, several girls have become little cats, because they have not brought towels in the room, and their faces are sweaty, so they can only wipe it with their hands.

How can the working hands be clean, either ashes or mud.

Zhou Xiaochuan took the towel from his neck, wiped the sweat, and then handed it to Chu Yanyan.

The other party hesitated for a while, and was about to wipe his face, "Hey, Zhou Xiaochuan, this is all sour."

Then she put the towel on the waterwheel and said to him, "I'll wash it for you later."

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled and nodded when he heard the words, the sun and work this afternoon would definitely make him sweat.

A little space spring water was added to the bucket, and everyone continued to work after drinking the water.

The singing came again in the afternoon.

Not long after, when Chu Yanyan and the girls came back, their faces were much cleaner. There was a towel around his neck.

One afternoon, when it was time to eat, only about three or four acres of land had been worked, but Teacher Yang was relieved that there was no injury.

After dinner, everyone dragged their tired bodies back to where they lived.

Lying in bed is not ready to get up.

Although Zhou Xiaochuan had spring water, he did not dare to use it for others.

Taking a shower at night is a hassle. I have sweated all day. If I don't take a shower, it will probably stink.

Of the six rooms, the one that was vacated was for everyone to bathe.

But there is no water here, so everyone can only take hot water from the cafeteria to take a bath.

Fortunately, it is convenient for boys to take a bath, and a group of people can just wash and wash in front of the bucket. As for the clothes, wash them and hang them in the house, and they will be almost dry tomorrow.

When they went to bed at night, no one slept well.

There's no way, a dozen or so people huddled together on a bed, grinding their teeth, farting, and talking in their sleep. Snoring. Coupled with the beginning of mosquitoes, the sound of hitting mosquitoes.

It didn't stop overnight.

For three days in a row doing physical work like this, and eating very little. Everyone couldn't stand it anymore. It's no better than at school, where physical labor is minimal.

That night, as soon as everyone lay down, they heard the sound of stomach rumbling.

The man with the groaning belly smiled a little embarrassedly.

No one laughed at him when the others saw this, and now everyone is about the same.

Zhang Dazhuang did not live at home, but lived with his classmates. As the name suggests, it cannot be separated from the organization.

"Xiao Chuan, I'm really hungry. Can you think of a way? Why don't we go get some grass roots and come back to eat?"

Zhang Dazhuang couldn't do anything, and he didn't have much food at home, so he couldn't get it out.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at everyone's eyes. A headache, which made him where to get food.

One or two is okay, so many people.

And there are dozens of people next door.

What a commotion.