With a Door In Mind

It was a cloudy day for a few days, but it was a pity that Tiangong did not treat these students nicely.

Why only for students?

It had been cloudy for several days, and a group of students had just wiped out the weeds in the ground, and the feces had also been mixed with water and watered the ground.

After two days, the ground was watered again.

Just when people thought it would not rain, it started to rain not long after going out the next day.

It's watered down.

In the school, there are people running desperately with their heads covered. When they came to the class, many students' clothes were quite wet.

They are desperately slapping the water stains on their bodies.

However, the military satchel on his body is well protected, and there are books inside.

Fortunately, modern clothes are mainly blue, gray and black, and the color is relatively dark. If the skirts are as thin as cicada wings like the later generations, it is estimated that they will be gone at this moment.

"Zhou Xiaochuan, why aren't your clothes wet?"

Chu Yanyan shook her damp hair with her hands and asked strangely when she saw that Zhou Xiaochuan was clean.

"Oh...I brought an umbrella..."

As a person with space, how could there be no such thing as an umbrella.

"You're amazing, do you know it's going to rain? Bring an umbrella when you go out."

Zhou Xiaochuan took out a towel from his schoolbag and handed it to her.

"Hey hey... You're so particular about you, do you bring a towel? Are you afraid of getting caught in the rain?"

Chu Yanyan took the towel and smiled at him.

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled and ignored her.

After Mr. Yang was in class, he announced the test results of the previous semester, and sent the test papers by the way.

Zhou Xiaochuan naturally became the first place in the grade.

"Congratulations to Zhou Xiaochuan for winning the first grade, Chu Yanyan the fifth grade, and Zhang Fan the tenth grade. They won the honor for our class and won three little red flowers. Please come up to accept the award.

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Following the head teacher's words, there was a burst of applause from the class.

The three of Zhou Xiaochuan heard the words and came to the stage to receive their own prizes, a notebook, a pen and a certificate.

As for the little red flower, it is naturally posted next to the blackboard in the class. In this era, the collective sense of honor is advocated and individual heroism is opposed.

Therefore, the little red flower that represents honor in this era naturally stays in the class.

After the rewards were distributed, Mr. Yang started the class.

There were no hair dryers in this day and age, and clothes were dried when they got wet. Fortunately, it was summer, and although it was raining outside, it couldn't change the sultry status quo.

It rained for five days in a row. Except for the heavy rain on the first day, the rain in the remaining days was not very heavy, and it continued to rain sparsely.

But this also gave the hungry earth a little moisture.

It rained for a week.

This day the head teacher came to inform us that we will start harvesting food tomorrow. If you have a shovel at home, remember to bring it to school.

The next morning, those who had shovels at home brought all the shovels.

Under the leadership of the head teacher, everyone came to their own field in a mighty way.

The man used a shovel to dig up the sweet potatoes, while the woman plucked the leaves of the sweet potatoes and put them aside.

These are all edible, and some students from rural areas can't even eat sweet potato vines, and can only eat food substitutes.

And these are the fruits of the hard work of the students over the past few months.

Zhou Xiaochuan glanced at it and saw that many students were stepping on shovels with bare feet. For fear of hurting my shoes.

It's not like winter now, summer is very casual.

Some rural children are reluctant to live in school and walk to the city from far away in the early morning.

I walk barefoot, for fear of hurting my shoes.

Zhang Dazhuang was digging sweet potatoes next to him, and as his shovel dug up, a bunch of large sweet potatoes were exposed underneath.

He came from the countryside and knew very well what was going on. He turned his head and said to Zhou Xiaochuan in surprise, "Xiaochuan, good harvest."

Zhou Xiaochuan was also "surprised" when he heard the words.

"Yeah. It looks like a lot of output."

The head teacher also dug up a bunch of them, also with a look of joy.

Then he shouted to the crowd: "Classmates, hurry up and dig. This year may be a bumper harvest."

At the same time, happy laughter came from other places.

No need to pull weeds, just digging is much more convenient.

Dozens of people got this acre of land out in one morning. The rest is to be framed and carried to school in the afternoon.

It is rare for school to be generous at noon: you can eat enough at noon, but only this time.

The students cheered.

Although eating too many sweet potatoes will make your stomach sour, but who cares about this now. Sweet potatoes are already high-end goods.

At noon, a group of students was open to eat. However, it is also supervised and not allowed to take home.

The students all had round stomachs.

At noon, I may be full, and there are more people playing outside.

Kick shuttlecock, skip rope, throw sandbags. cockfighting. It was a lot of fun to play.

But after resting, when working in the afternoon, the disadvantages of eating too many sweet potatoes will be revealed.

"Pfft..."

From time to time, I heard the sound of farting coming from the side.

I don't know who.

But there are too many people who fart, and everyone is no longer embarrassed after that.

Busy until close to school time, sweet potatoes were all counted.

The first class of junior high school, 5300 pounds,

Other classes are all around 4800 pounds.

A great harvest.

The head teacher, Mr. Yang, had a smile on his face. This year's excellent class must be his own.

The other teachers looked resentful.

It is estimated that he is thinking in his heart that it is all to blame for the feces from the toilet that Zhou Xiaochuan robbed. Otherwise, who will lose and who will win?

After all statistics, a total of 49325 pounds.

The principal's mouth was overjoyed when he heard this number, and with the approved food ration, at least by the end of the year, the dietary conditions of the students could be improved a lot.

So they unanimously decided to plant sweet potatoes this time.

Zhou Xiaochuan was not surprised when he heard this number. The students didn't run out of water by carrying water, and he put a little spring water in it. It would be really weird if it could reduce production.

But this is also the last season.

When this crop is planted, most of it will return to the level before the drought when it is harvested next summer.

This rain is important for schools, and even more important for people in rural areas.

Because schools are planted earlier, the harvest time is slightly earlier, while in the rural south it is earlier, and some in the north will be later.

The next period of time seemed to be releasing a signal.

The frequency of rain has returned to before, but it is not large, but it makes people feel the arrival of hope.

And the heavy rain before the autumn harvest also showed its benefits.

On October 1, the original quota was cut by 50%, and substitute food accounted for more than half of it.

An announcement was posted that day, and food substitutes have recovered to only 20%.

Although the ration has not been restored, the reduction in food substitutes is already good news.

Time passed slowly, people were better in summer, but in winter people fell into despair.

61 years ended in despair with hope.