In fact, working and housing are all problems when you return to the city, but when you return to the city, you will have a city household registration, and people will be different. The third class of the old - the tree of life for junior high school and high school students who

Falling leaves fall

Author: Zeng Qiqi

At that time, the educated youth opened the back door and climbed the window door and fought to return to the city. In fact, working and housing are all problems when you return to the city, but when you return to the city, you will have a city household registration, and people will be different.

The tree of life for junior high school and high school students who suspended classes during the Proletarian Cultural Revolution and later went to the countryside or to support the border have entered autumn. The tree of life that has fallen leaves all over the ground as autumn begins. Some of the fallen leaves are blown away by the wind, and some are corroded into mud. Let me pick up a few treasures deep in my memory - fallen leaves falling in the northern wilderness of Heilongjiang...

The first day of going to the countryside

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On March 8, 1969, I and more than a thousand junior high school students, known as educated youth in the border area, took a special train from Hangzhou Zhakou Freight Station and rushed to Hulin County, the northeastern border, to settle down.

After we arrived at Hulin , there were only two dusty streets, and the small county town with adobe thatched houses on both sides became unprecedentedly lively. Hangzhou educated youth wearing yellow cloth cotton jackets were chaotic to claim the luggage bedding that came with the car, and went shopping in groups of three and five, talking about the Hangzhou dialect , which sounded like chirping birds.

County Revolutionary Committee used white flour steamed buns, fried kohlrabi, fried potatoes, fried tofu, to entertain us, without a single bit of meat. This is the best meal the county can produce. There is war in Zhenbao Island , a large number of troops are stationed on the border, and the supply of staple and side food is even short of and tense.

At night, the school where the educated youth was originally located was located, and the accommodation was concentrated. Our educated youth in middle school were arranged to sleep in the bathhouse on the floor. When we woke up the next morning, we rolled up our beds and tied our luggage, waiting to go to the front line. What makes me extremely proud and excited is that the place where our school settled in the countryside was Hutou District, across the river from the Soviet Union, and Zhenbao Island is in Hutou District!

The car is here. Just as I was about to get on the bus, the master of the propaganda team led by the team suddenly announced that some personnel would make other arrangements.

He dully dully and dully with a string of names.

The classmates who were clicked to the name changed their expressions one by one, and they were stunned.

I heard my name. In an instant, I seemed to have a basin of cold water poured into my head, and shivered. Everyone knows it well if you don’t explain it. What is left behind is either family background or social relations, which are so-called problems, not the Red Five categories.

I imagined supporting the border as young people in exile rushed to the front line of the War of Resistance Against Japan during the War of Resistance Against Japan. I look forward to holding a steel gun in my hand and wearing thousands of rays of light to defend the borders of the motherland. The gunshots on Zhenbao Island are summoning and orders. As long as the motherland needs them, I will sacrifice my life to fight the invaders to the end. However, as soon as I stepped onto the black soil, I was arranged separately, which was really a blow. Haven’t

been reviewed? Why are there another problem? My heart was stabbed. I was also born in a new society and raised under the red flag. I love my motherland and the people. The first registration to support the border is a clear proof! Why do we have to arrange separately? I stood with fear and doubt, holding my luggage, watching the alumni happily climbing up to the tiger-headed car.

The carriage from the Qinghe Brigade of Dongfeng Commune came to pick us up. The carriage carriage carried thirty educated youths arranged separately. horseshoe "Dada" knocked on the road clearly, and the wheels hummed "guru". I sat in the carriage, with inferiority, pain and bitterness pressing heavily on my heart like piles of stones.

ruts deep. The road in front of you is winding and long. Where does it extend?

year pig

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Thirty educated youth were arranged in the fourth team and the eighth team respectively. I was assigned to the fourth team. For the first time, the four female educated youth lived and ate and lived in the home of the production team leader, and the male educated youth lived in the homes of two members of the company.In summer, the adobe thatched house of the educated youth was built. The east house was a female dormitory, and the two rooms to the west lived in boys. The door was a kitchen. Collective households of educated youth eat big pots. The captain led us to cut a cart of oak tree poles and helped us surround a pigpen. He caught a piglet and put it in, so we can raise it, so that we can kill the Chinese New Year and eat meat. In the first few months of

, the team sent someone to cook for us and feed the pigs with our leftover cornmeal pancakes and porridge.

At that time, the "three selfs and one package" was severely criticized and cut the capitalist tail. Fortunately, the half-block quote painted on the commune wall: "Raising his pigs big" has become a protective umbrella for pigs. However, members have tight food and cannot afford to raise pigs. It is pretty good to raise one family. Pigs eat braised vegetables. When my aunt and aunt saw our little pig "guzi" eating food, they said jealously that this little piglet can be reincarnated in a wealthy family.

Later, the team did not send anyone to cook for us. We had to take turns cooking, and the pigs had to feed them themselves. Fifteen people deal with a pig, which is more abundant than dealing with only children now, but we, the students and children who grew up in the city, are still boys and girls, cannot cook food from the north. The rural areas in Northeast China are mostly coarse grains throughout the year, mainly corn. The corn must be ground first and then ground into corn flour. When making cornmeal cakes, you must first spread noodles. When the noodles are released, you also need to add noodles alkali. If the alkali is added, you will have less acid and more smelly. Cooking really makes us hard. Just fill your stomach. How to feed this pig?

Whoever cooks, throws some leftover cakes into the pigpen and adds shabu-shabu water. Once when I came back from work, I saw a boy cooking standing far away and throwing a melon into the pigpen. This boy won the 200-meter low hurdle championship in the city youth track and field games. He is tall, responsive and agile. He is selected for the provincial youth basketball team and has participated in national competitions. I saw that the melon nest was as accurate as a basketball, and it fell in front of the pig's mouth and sucked the flower with a "pop". The little pig arched into the melon and ate it happily.

It's the boys' turn to cook, and they always make trouble and forget about the pig. When we came back from work, we heard the pigs screaming hungry. We girls were soft-hearted, so we found some pigs to eat, even if it was a handful of spinach and a few potatoes to feed it. So, when the piglet saw us walking over with small pigtails, we jumped happily, and our slender squint eyes showed great desire, which made us feel distressed.

Winter is coming. Beidahuang Ice and snow. The cabbage from educated youth was frozen into ice mass and potatoes were frozen into black lumps. What should I feed the pigs? It is better to kill the pig and eat meat than to let us suffer. But we haven't started. First, the pig is too thin and skinny. Second, the production team has low labor scores and has no money to buy train tickets back to Hangzhou. We still have to spend the revolutionary Spring Festival in the Great Northern Wilderness. There is always something to eat during the Chinese New Year. If you have this idea to support it, no matter how bitter it is, the pigs have to be fed. Sometimes when we come back from work, we don’t have anything to eat when the pot is cold and the stove is cold. We go to the members’ houses to eat and pick some corn kernels for the pigs to eat. Pigs survive tenaciously like us.

One day at night. The north wind whistled and the wolf howled violently. Suddenly, the pig screamed shrillly. We were awakened, but none of us dared to go out.

The next morning, it was broken, the pigs were gone in the pigpen, the claws on the snow were still stained with blood. We followed the blood and found the pig next to the yard. The pig was eaten by the wolf and only four hooves were left with a bloody head. The pig's eyes stared in pain, Oh my God!

Wolf, why are we poor pigs? It's so hateful, so bullying! We gritted our teeth with hatred. I turned around the pigpen and found that the oak poles in the pigpen were loosened by the pigpen and the stitch was widened by the pig. The pig, which was hungry and frost, had long wanted to escape. It was the pig who arched it out and was used as a delicious meal by the wolf. Imagine the tragic situation of a thin pig being dragged and gnawed by a ferocious big wolf, and my eyes are blurred for a moment.

It’s the New Year. The educated youth have no pigs. The villagers felt sorry for us and sent us pork, tofu, vermicelli and sauerkraut. On New Year’s Eve, we ate “Hundred Family Meals”.That taste, alas!

Firelight in the distance

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November 1969. The brigade thawing machine was launched, and all the young and strong laborers and educated youth of our production team came to the yard to remove wheat, soybeans and millet.

Suddenly, someone shouted: Look, it’s on fire in the south.

Everyone stood up and looked at it. I saw thick smoke rising from the horizon and the fire shining.

is estimated to be a company of production and construction corps burning the wasteland. In 1968 and 1969, many educated youth came to the Production and Construction Corps. Therefore, the newly built companies on the wasteland burned wasteland in the surrounding meadows after the winter began, and land was reclaimed and farmed in the spring of the following year.

production team only takes a threshing machine to work in turn in eight production teams. Therefore, when the threshing machine comes, the production teams are working day and night. During those days, we worked in the yard from morning to night, and from night to day.

In the dark night, the fire in the distance was particularly dazzling, and the flames rose into the sky, like golden snakes dancing wildly, illuminating half of the sky, blood-red, so scary.

The fire has not been extinguished for such a long time, so it is probably because it is gone, right? The villagers were worried while working, and told us educated youth a story about "running away from the wasteland". They told us that running away from the desert is when the fire is ignited and the wind turns, and the fire turns around and pounces on the burning people. People who burn the wasteland are most afraid of running away from the wasteland. The wind helps the fire, how can a person run over the fire! Never put out the fire at this time. The only way is to ignite the grass under your feet before the fire is rolled over, so that the grass under your feet can burn it with the wind first, and then stand on the scorched earth to save your life.

After returning to the city, one day in the late 1980s, I saw an article reporting on people with disabilities while flipping through magazines. The disabled man was once an educated youth from the border between Tianjin. He was burned out of recognition during the production and construction corps, and his hands and feet were seriously disabled. Compared with the time and place of the wildfire incident she mentioned, I suddenly shook, Oh my God, it was the burning fire in the distance that I saw that day!

That time, the wind suddenly turned and the fire rushed towards their company. Under the call of the company cadres, educated youth from Beijing and Tianjin shouted slogans and sang quotations and songs, "Make up your mind, don't be afraid of sacrifice", waved shovels and brooms, and rushed into the sea of ​​fire. As a result, dozens of them were burned to death, burned to ...

Our production team was only a few dozen kilometers away from this company. It can be said that it is close at hand. We have no idea of ​​such a tragic and tragic accident. In those days, incidents that could have negative impacts were strictly kept confidential. Who dares to talk nonsense and slander "the situation is good, not a small one"? . Besides, when the accident was reported, it was depicted as an intellectual young man armed with thoughts, playing a magnificent song of triumph over the wilderness with the passion of his youth.

The victims in the wilderness have grown up, and the survivors are seriously disabled and it is difficult to take care of themselves in daily life. Life is extremely difficult and mentally difficult. This was an avoidable casualty! The wildfire is terrible, and what is even more terrifying is ignorance, recklessness, concealment, and deception!

I was invited to attend a symposium on the construction of the Memorial Hall of the Embassy of the Educational Youth. I was shocked by some participants' passionate praises to the countryside and the border. The fire in the distance burned again in my mind.

During the Cultural Revolution, we were hopeless in going to school and colleges and universities did not recruit students; urban employment could not accommodate them, so we were dumped in the countryside and competed for food with very poor farmers. After returning to the city, many educated youths made their mark in all walks of life. We cannot deny the hard work of our generation in the countryside and supporting the border; similarly, we cannot deny that our generation has lost the opportunity to receive education in its youth, and how many people have fallen, fallen, become abnormally injured, sick, and die in the countryside and supporting the border. Now, most of them lack the skills to participate in market competition and have become vulnerable groups in the city.

The educated youth movement has become history. As a member of millions of educated youth, I hope not to apply any magnificent songs of triumphs like fire in the distance.

Lao Wang’s wine

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The second summer of my second year as a farmer, Heilongjiang Province started to see the government cadres jumped into the line and settled. Lao Wang, an administrative 22-level cadre in Oriental Forest Farm, brought his wife, children, and a family of five to our production team.

A few of us who could not afford more than 100 yuan of sweat and sweat were thrown to the railway and did not return to Hangzhou to visit relatives, saying that it was the revolutionary Spring Festival. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Lao Wang invited our educated youth to his house to have a drink.

Lao Wang's family lives in the east house where the poorest and dirtiest Lao Jiang's house in the team is piled up. Every morning, Lao Wang first carried his youngest daughter who had polio to go to the brigade school outside the fourth and fifth routes, and then went to the team to work like members, harvesting, fighting, and doing all kinds of work. Judging from labor and dealing with people, Lao Wang is a hardworking and kind person. The state-owned forest farm is a production unit but not an agency, and it actually "inserted" cadres here. I guess Lao Wang is an inappropriate person. Rightist? Stinky old nine? Who did offend the Revolutionary Committee and was worn with small shoes? Or are honest people bullied? Decent people are framed?

After my concern, a gentle and humble smile flashed across the corner of Lao Wang's mouth, and he said nothing.

People work hard during the New Year. The production team works every day. On the first day of the Chinese New Year, everyone waved their pickaxes to dig up the frozen feces. After finishing the work, we hurried to Lao Wang's house: Lao Wang invites us to his house for dinner. My aunt warmly asked us to go to the kang. The kang was burning a little hot, but the house was very cold, and a few pieces of white frost were poured into the rough mud wall on the north.

dishes are placed on the kang table. Lao Wang opened the bottle of wine, poured the male educated youth white wine, and poured the female educated youth hawthorn wine .

Aunt brought in a plate of yellow fried cake , sprinkled with a layer of sugar. She said, you southerners like to eat sticky rice, but there is no here. I made some sticky yellow rice to make cakes, hurry up, eat while it's hot.

Back then, even if you get a pound of white flour and a few taels of soybean oil, it was very difficult, let alone this table of stir-frying and stewing. The resident household registration of Lao Wang’s family has not been cancelled yet, and my aunt went to the street to line up with her ticket to buy meat with her ticket. Hazel mushrooms and black fungus were brought from the forest farm.

Lao Wang said, you are so far away from home, don’t go home during the Chinese New Year, and suffer here... He raised his bowl toast.

I am very sad. Lao Wang, aren’t you very hard too? I feel so sad, I want to say thank you. On the cold and cold days, we who spend our energy and money to entertain us in the down-and-out days, how can we be a "thank you"?

I touched a bowl with Lao Wang and drank a big mouthful of hawthorn wine.

Lao Wang wanted to make us happy and said rumor. But, how about happy topics? The atmosphere was depressed and the smile was stiff. Obviously, everyone was in a very complicated mood. No one advised to drink.

I am a person who can’t drink alcohol. At this time, I took sip after sip. I specially fried yellow rice cakes and stewed mushroom chickens for us for Lao Wang and my aunt; I took the old Wang family gluttonous for us with empty hands; I dragged my polio legs to my father for Lao Wang's daughter; I went into the adobe house where I was frost flowers and ; I wasted golden years for us for the suspension of classes; I was invisible and intangible future; I was the world where I fell; I drank! drink! drink! Wine is like my tears.

My face turned red and fell aside. I'm drunk. The educated youth were all drunk. Lao Wang was also drunk.

Alas, today's wine is drunk today! You'll be confused about this kind of life.

private place

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private place is a little bit of land left for members to grow vegetables after rural cooperation. The Great Northern Wilderness is vast and sparsely populated, and I give you a little more private land, just a small piece in front of the house and behind the house. Because it is a private land, every household is a treasure and uses willow skewers to cultivate carefully.Potatoes are planted on the ridges and furrows, spinach seeds are buried under the trenches, melons are planted in the corners of the ground, soybeans are planted between the ridges of corn, beans or sunflowers are planted along the willow branches, and several peony flowers are planted on the edge of the ground. It’s summer, and the private area is colorful and green, so beautiful.

We educated youth collective households take turns to cook. If it is the turn to cook, they will clean up their own land. Cleaning up their own land depends on their own consciousness, so the private land is miserable. Beans and cucumbers crawl against the ground, soybeans, potatoes and tomatoes survive in the weeds. The production team leader couldn't stand it and called a few aunts and sisters-in-law to help clean up our private land. They laughed "Princess" while doing it, saying, "How can you not grow your private land well?"

Yes. In rural areas, except for second-rate people, there is no one who cannot plant private land. However, we have a revolutionary airing, thinking that private land is the tail of capitalism, and thinking that members who grow their own land well are exposed, and they are disdainful of their own land.

The contrast between the fields and private land back then was too big. The soybeans in the private field are flourishing, and the soybeans in the fields are sparse. The corn in the private field is almost twice as tall as the corn in the field, and the rods are thick and long. The fields are like scars, and the land is like brocade and embroidery.

members of the production team were busy all year round in the field, and they didn't have enough food to eat. They even starved to death in 1960. I once thought foolishly that it would be great if the fields could be planted like private land.

But why is it not good to plant in the field?

In September 1999, I participated in the return home activity and returned to Hulin with a group of old educated youth.

couldn't wait to go back to the production team that I went to the lineup and visited the fellow villagers who had been away for more than 20 years. I ran to see the land I planted back then. It is autumn, when rice droops with long ears, corn carries big sticks, soybeans shake bells, and there are also cabbage large radish . The collected large melons and sunflower plates are made into small hills at the ground. Large pieces of vermilion, golden and turquoise stretched to the horizon, followed by blue sky and white clouds, as bright as Van Gogh's paintings. That style, that gorgeous. Much more than the previous private areas.

I feel a lot of emotion. The same field was planted today, and it was planted with money, brick houses, and cars. It’s not because the current land is fully contracted, it’s all “private land”.

The friends who returned to Hangzhou have gathered every year over the years. When I recalled the desolate private area, I stomped my feet. That's a piece of land. To save trouble, just plant all soybeans. Just take ten minutes or half an hour after work, and shovel one shovel, and you can collect seven or eight hundred kilograms in autumn. Everyone can share the same amount, which is equivalent to the work points for two months in the team. However, at that time, we had the string of class struggle in our minds and had no economic consciousness.

If there is still such a piece of land now, we fantasize about: planting strawberry , planting watermelons, and planting roses. All the friends have plans and ideas. Of course it is just a paper talk and a sigh.

However, I heard that many old educated youth returned to Heilongjiang after being laid off and went to contract land to grow crops.

sauerkraut

In recent years, many people from Northeast China have come to Hangzhou to open Northeast specialty restaurants. Northeast sauerkraut is grandly launched as a delicious dish. The advertisement of a restaurant is "Cuihua Shangshu", which is praised by diners.

I went to the countryside in Heilongjiang and then transferred to a commune school to be a teacher. I have been around for almost ten years and I have never thought sauerkraut was delicious. The first meal I had taken to the production team by carriage was the sauerkraut dumplings specially made for us by the villagers. It was March, and the sauerkraut that had been stained with about ten months in the jar was a musty smell. In order to be polite and to show that I was not afraid of hardship, I forced myself to swallow it, and finally I quietly went to the room and vomited.

The winter in Heilongjiang is long and cold. It started snowing at the end of September, and it was not until April of the coming year that spring was late. On cold days, pickled cabbage is the main dish. Especially in rural areas, when autumn comes, members pour cabbage and radish at home like groundhogs, and pickle pickles.Rely on several tanks of sauerkraut and pickles for a winter.

Back then, I ate sauerkraut as soon as winter began. I really hate it. The educated youth who had retired from the illness or returned to Hangzhou said that he would be fine now and he would not eat the life-threatening sauerkraut. This made me feel so sad: I can’t go back and eat pickled cabbage!

hate, but the winter in the Great Northern Wilderness is inseparable from pickled vegetables. There is a friend who is very big-bellied and it is winter. She just wants to add nutrition and change her taste to the children in her belly. She dreams of the oily winter vegetables in Hangzhou. She wants to eat green-colored dishes, but there are no fresh dishes everywhere! Her daughter was born in a rural area of ​​Heilongjiang. After returning to the city, her daughter followed her parents back to Hangzhou. This "sauerkraut baby" who grew up in black soil is extremely smart. After graduating from Zhejiang University, , he went to the United States to study and is now a senior manager of a large American company. It can be seen that sauerkraut will not delay the emergence of talents.

A party, I and my friends visited a Northeast specialty restaurant and ate sauerkraut again. It's strange that the sauerkraut that was originally hated became tender, crispy, fragrant and delicious, extremely delicious. We kept talking about the long and short sauerkraut, and asked the boss for a business card, and they were thinking about coming back to eat.

In fact, Northeast sauerkraut is a good thing. The cabbage grows in fertile black soil, without any pesticides and fertilizers. After being stained into sauerkraut, it retains most of the nutrients and increases amino acid . The problem was that there was a lack of oil and pork at that time, so the deliciousness of sauerkraut could not be stewed. It would be strange if you eat it every day, every meal, and eat it in one breath for more than half a year. Even if it is a delicacy.

In winter, I specially stained a small tank of sauerkraut, with five or six. A fellow who had worked in the rural area of ​​ Fujin heard that I had sauerkraut at home, so I came from the north of Hangzhou to get it. The friend came in and picked up the pickled cabbage, closed his eyes and moved his nose. After smelling it, he smelled it again and again, and breathed a long breath and said, "Oh, this taste is so familiar." There is a sauerkraut jar at the end of the kang, and I slept next to the sauerkraut jar.

sauerkraut or sauerkraut, we taste complicated.

Rural Movie Review

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Time: 1972 night

Location: Playground of the fifth 7 Middle School, Dongfeng Commune, Hulin County, Heilongjiang Province

Event: Commemorating the 30th anniversary of the speech at the Yan'an Literature and Art Symposium, screening the film "Red Detachment of Women"

More than a month ago, Mrs. Liu, the sixth production team, caught a cold and a fever, and the barefoot doctor gave her an injection, but she would rather die than take off her pants. Helplessly, the needle had to pierce through the old cotton pants that had been worn for seven or eight months. If your buttocks are infected, you will lie on the kang. I heard that the commune was playing a movie, and the aunts and ladies from neighbors surrounded her, who had not gone out for a long time, went to the movie together in a carriage. They sat in the northwest corner of the playground, looking around, not idle, and choking on the movie. At this time, they were already teachers of the Wu7 School of Dongfeng Commune and were sitting in front of the old ladies Liu and watching the movie. Old ladies Liu talk a lot when watching movies. The transcript is as follows:

Old Mrs. Liu asked: What is this movie? He always jumps around, why don’t he speak?

people understand: This is dancing. Ballet .

seven mouths: Oh, sla-dance. No wonder so many people have scattered it.

is the dance of the old Russians. Is

? Didn’t it mean that the Russians have become revisionist? The new Tsar is fighting with me, why are they still dancing?

don't know. Who knows what's going on?

Ouch, isn’t this looking at the thigh? Look, those women all have their thighs exposed. Yo, it's thick as a bucket! Why not make you feel bad?

thighs are swinging around, and it's so high, it's scary!

Old Mrs. Liu exclaimed: I dare not read it. I closed my eyes.

7 mouthful: Oh, what's the point.Not good-looking!

Yes, how about " tunnel battle " better.

"Little Soldier Zhang Ga" is good. That little girl is so handsome. Do you think she can be a wife for her son when she grows up?

I can see it. That family is so good to Gazi, and they are hoping that Gazi will be their retirement son-in-law!

Look at those educated youth, their eyes are so big, they all come from the 35th regiment.

All good seats were taken.

rushes far away to see your thighs.

educated youth love to look at their thighs. Do you know? My girl said that the educated youth in Hangzhou in their company wears clothes soaked on their pants in summer, and also wears pants to the convenience store.

is a hooligan.

is. Isn’t it a hooligan who can get reeducation from us?

…

Old Mrs. Liu said with a face that she had never seen such a panicked movie. She had a headache and heartbeat.

Everyone responded, there is nothing good about this broken movie, let's go back.

Xiao Liuzi, who was driving the carriage, didn't know where he squeezed. So, the old lady Liu, surrounded by her aunts, sat in the carriage and waited.

Lanjie

Autumn in 1973. That day, a news spread in the commune, and the barefoot doctor from Qingfeng Brigade nearby died.

Who died? I'll ask.

Teacher Xia, who is in Qingfeng, quietly told me that it was Lan...

What? Is it Sister Lan? I am very familiar with her. Last time she came to the commune and came to the school to see me. It's pretty good, why... I don't believe it.

I know Sister Lan when I was working in the production team. In order to commemorate the May Fourth Movement, the commune held an ideological lecture meeting, and all production brigades sent young people to the commune for a meeting. Next to me was a strange girl who took the initiative to talk to me.

I saw this girl not tall, short, fat or thin, her oval face is white and clean, her facial features are upright, and her big eyes are flashing. She was dressed neatly, with two small braids tied with snow-white gauze bands, and looked beautiful. She was not a rustic person who did farm work, but a bit like a city man.

I told her that I am from Qinghe Brigade and an educated youth from Hangzhou.

She introduced herself as a barefoot doctor in Qingfeng Team. He is good friends with Miss Li, a barefoot doctor from the Qinghe Brigade. Miss Li was suddenly "brushed" because of her poor family ingredients. The girl was very upset for Miss Li and felt sorry for Miss Li. She asked me to ask Miss Li on her behalf.

I can talk to Miss Li in the production team. Miss Li’s father and elder brother are both teachers, and I get along well with them. I don't understand why the ingredients of the Old Li family are not good. I also sympathize with Miss Li. (It was not until I returned to Hulin in September 1999 that the old Li family was not well-established because Miss Li's uncle was a provincial senator and went to Taiwan in 1949. A few years ago, my uncle's children came and the Municipal CPPCC came to entertain him, and my uncle became the glory of the old Li family). This girl Qingfeng is a poor peasant, and it is rare that she has such a kind heart. Her surname is Lan, and she is two years older than me, so I call her "Sister Lan".

Then I went to the commune for a meeting. Whenever I met Sister Lan, I would sit with her. At that time, the girls from various production brigades were always in hand. Either yarn or hook crochet . Sister Lan’s hand is very coincidental. She hooks and crochets very quickly, which makes me dazzled. Seeing that I liked it, she taught me and gave me a hook needle . We whispered while hooking up the crochet, like sisters.

Sister Lan’s smile is still in my ears, why are people gone?

It turns out that Sister Lan is both good-looking and she is inevitably a little more arrogant in marriage. She made up her mind to find a city man. An enthusiastic relative introduced a young man from the city to her. The young man is a grain warehouse worker.Most of the grain warehouse workers carry sack bags. There is an old white cloth on their shoulders at work. They carry nearly 200 kilograms of sack bags and walk around the overpass, springboard, or unload or load the truck. The sack bag contains raw grain. When it is unloaded into the warehouse, the bag is pulled and the grain is scattered, and dust is flying. People are covered in the dust, and the phlegm and snot that are coughed out are all black. This job is really hard and tiring. To put it bluntly, it is similar to a mule and horse. However, he has a urban household registration, eats commercial grain, and has eight-hour working system, has work clothes and labor insurance. He is a working class and has a high status. Sister Lan is full of joy and hopes to enter the city as soon as possible. The young man also likes Sister Lan.

But the young man his mother smashed the blame. His mother said firmly: Is it a rural household registration? no!

Sister Lan couldn't think of it, so she quietly drank Lai Suer water...

Oral news came slowly. When I arrived at Qingfeng Brigade, Sister Lan had already been buried.

I was born in the city and went to the countryside to the countryside and tied myself to the rural household registration. Only then did I know the amount of household registration. The first time I went to Hangzhou to visit my relatives after going to the countryside was in the winter of 1971. When I changed my car in Harbin, I saw that there was sugar in the store in front of the station and wanted to buy two pounds to take it home. The salesperson gave me a look and shouted, "Get the book."

I was half short at once.

I dare say that all educated youth have a deep pain for rural household registration.

household registration is divided into urban household registration and rural household registration. This one has a ticket and no ticket, this one can be assigned a job and no job, and the household registration will have a time, there will be a lot of money and a world of difference.

At that time, the educated youth opened the back door and climbed the window door and fought hard to return to the city. In fact, working and housing are all problems when you return to the city, but when you return to the city, you will have a city household registration, and people will be different.

Standing in front of Sister Lan's grave, I was frightened and discouraged. I hate it! I hate rural household registration, and I hate rural household registration that killed Sister Lan.

Sister Lan, you are so unfair! For many years, this breath has been in my heart.

A plate of dumplings

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walk down the 603 train at noon, and the sun is shining. I did not notify anyone in advance. After twenty years of separation, what will happen to the old buddies and sisters when we meet? Let's also drive a fashion: give them a sudden attack and play with it. Okay, let’s not talk nonsense, I’m hungry, find a place to eat first.

purple-red taxis are coming in and out of the station square, and what catches your eye are tall buildings. It made me feel sad again, is it Hulin? Where did the dusty and desolate train station twenty years ago go?

There is a row of small restaurants on the north side of the railway station, with beautiful signs on the storefront. I dragged the wheel box into one of the shops. There were two square tables in the shop, and the glass cabinet, counter and freezer were against the east wall. There are menus hanging on the wall, stir-frying and stewing, and the main foods include rice, steamed buns and noodles. I told the boss, let me plate the dumplings. I am still thinking about this Northeast dialect : It’s delicious but dumplings.

The boss is a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked me up and down and said enthusiastically, "Sister, you came from afar, right?"

I said, yes. I'm from Hangzhou. I used to be in the team here, so I'll come back to take a look today.

, you are an old educated youth, haven’t you forgotten this knot yet? Not easy or easy. The boss sighed.

steaming dumplings were brought, and I pulled them into my stomach in two mouthfuls. Authentic Northeast dumplings, celery and pork filling, tastes so good. After eating, I paid for it, and I took out a large ticket of 100 yuan.

The boss took the money and flipped through his money box, asking, do you have any fragments of money?

I quickly touched my pocket, no.

I have taken a taxi in Harbin, watched exhibitions, made phone calls at home, hiking shopping malls and restaurants in , spending all the money. I remember before getting on the train, I was running into a street selling tender corn.The big pockets are steaming out, it smells so good. It’s too cheap to shout one yuan and four sticks! I touched my body, only 40 cents, and I was embarrassed to hand it to the vendor's elder brother, saying, can I buy it? The eldest brother took the money and said readily, "You pick two sticks." I picked two small ones. This little one is as thick as my arms, more than half a foot long! Big corn that is fragrant, sweet and glutinous! I was so happy that I couldn't miss Shu". I didn't pay for the train.

I said, Oh my, I'm sorry, I spent all the money, you can find someone to mess with it.

The boss handed me the money back and said, "Okay, you go."

go? Can you leave? I have heard too many stories about "killing" foreigners "pigs", and I was confused for a moment. He was stunned and said stupidly: Do you want money?

Hi, isn’t it just a plate of dumplings? The boss said as he turned around and greeted the guests who came in.

Four days later, I squeezed out the time from my "take care of my hometown" activities in the city were full of time from morning to night - I went to a small restaurant to give money.

The boss couldn't persuade me, so he took the money reluctantly, shook his head and said, "Why do you take it seriously?" Look at you, cough!

Yes, it’s just a plate of dumplings!

But, is that just a plate of dumplings?

The First Temple of the East

"The First Temple of the East" is located in Hutou Town on the northeastern border of my country , the Ussuri River . This temple was built during the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty and has been around for more than 300 years. In recent years, it has been renovated, surrounded by flying eaves, carved beams, painted columns, and red walls. It is facing the Ussuri River with its back against Hutou Mountain, and is hidden among the ancient pine elm.

I stepped into the temple with curiosity. This temple has no solemnity, magnificence, and magnificence that is unique to the halls that symbolize the ethereal world, which are looked up and awe-inspiring, and are surrounded by cigarettes. The temple is not large in size. When you enter the gate, there is a yard. In the yard, a string of peony flowers blooms in the bright sun in September, making it beautiful. Walking through the yard was the main hall, sitting in the middle was Guan Gong with red phoenix eyes, lying eyebrows, face as heavy as dates, and lips as red as red. Next to him was Zhou Chang carrying the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. It turns out that the "first temple in the East" is the "Guandi Temple".

"Oriental No. 1". East, no doubt. What does the first point of view? Does it refer to the time when this temple was completed? Or its architectural characteristics? Maybe it's...? Question marks followed me all the way.

The people here originally mostly came from the pass to escape from famine, or were demoted or exiled by the emperor, and moved on with conviction. These immigrants came to this sparsely populated place with icy, snowy and tigers and wolves, and survival was extremely difficult. This undoubtedly requires belief and spiritual support. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. The Bodhisattvas in the East and the Gods in the West, who do you want?

They chose Guan Gong. I worship Mr. Guan, who is the incarnation of loyalty and righteousness in the minds of the Chinese.

Guan Gong’s story is well-known and popular. He is a good man from Jie in Puzhou, and he fled to the world because of killing the powerful and bullying powerful people. Later, they became brothers with Liu Bei and Zhang Fei. He killed Yan Liang and Wen Chou, sealed gold and hung seals, rode alone for thousands of miles to protect his sister-in-law, passed five passes and killed six generals... Good guy, Guan Gong is neither a god, nor an immortal, nor a Confucian, nor a Taoist, he is a man; he is a hero; he is also a person with "sin". This is very close to those of them who have experienced difficulties and twists and turns or are persecuted.

are both people who have fallen into the world and are thrown into this vast wasteland by fate. They must compete with the harsh natural environment. Regardless of their origin and status, whether they come from the river or from both sides of the Yangtze River, and their same surname or different surnames, they are all brothers. Everyone had to form a group and help each other survive. Even the most selfish and introverted person will gradually become broad-minded and integrate himself into the group. Now I always learn something from afar and learn something from afar. I think my buddies and men at that time have also thought about it. Obviously, there is no "scared people" who are more suitable and cohesive than taking Mr. Guan as an example, supporting, uniting, comforting, warming and encouraging to struggle for survival. So, a statue of Guandi Temple was built and a statue of Guan Gong was worshipped.Besides, at that time, the large piece of land in Jiangdong had been occupied by Tsarist Russia, allowing the majestic Mr. Guan to guard the border. Who dared to come? This can be called "the first in the East".

I walked around this Guandi Temple and felt friendly and casual, as if I was visiting a small farmyard.

"The First Temple in the East" allows me to understand the origins of the bold, open-minded, optimistic and humorous character of Northeastern people.

A strange disease

In the winter of 1971, the Qingfeng Brigade sent Xiaoshi, an educated youth from Hangzhou, to build a house in "Dongfanghong". That place is called Dongfanghong because there is a train station called Dongfanghong Station. There is also a Sunrise Station in Daqing City, Heilongjiang Province, named in 1966. Back then, there was a red revolutionary atmosphere everywhere.

The production team I work in told me that his hometown is in Shandong, and that year he sent migrant workers to push carts to deliver military rations. When the troops fought the Yangtze River, he pushed the cart and followed the south side of the Yangtze River. Oh, my god, that road is hard to walk, it rains every day! Slide every step! After passing Nanjing, our migrant workers came back. After passing Nanjing, isn’t it far from Hangzhou?

I said, yes.

Uncle Wu Er said that migrant workers and migrant workers were talking about them. I thought the word "migrant workers" might have been born during the War of Liberation.

The nature of migrant workers produced by Xiaoshi is similar to that during the War of Liberation. In March 1969, China and the Soviet Union opened fire on Zhenbao Island in Hulin County, and the armies of the two countries were at a strife at the border. To support the People's Liberation Army, to build roads and houses, migrant workers must be sent. The above assigned the tasks of migrant workers to various production teams of the People's Commune.

Migrant workers go out at a short time of three to four months, and at a long time of six months, and can't take care of their homes. When migrant workers go to work, the production team will give the highest work points, and the food and drink will be collected by the command center responsible for the project. The food often includes white flour and rice, as well as the most rare meat, fish and eggs at that time, which are much better than the production team. The educated youth have not yet started their families, so the task of migrant workers in the production team of educated youth falls on the educated youth. The educated youth are happy to go, and they work everywhere they go. It’s better to have fine grains to eat, fish and meat.

But Xiaoshi arrived at Dongfanghong. After carrying the wood for a few days, his back suddenly hurt. It was burning and it was so hot that it was stirred. When working, the underwear rubbed slightly with the skin on the back, and it was like a needle or a hot fire, which was so painful. After finishing work, Xiaoshi took off his cotton coat and slept on the kang, asking the migrant workers who were working together to lift up their underwear to see.

The migrant worker brother was shocked when he saw it and said, "It's not good, it's a big hit and it's already blisters!" Everyone gathered around, and some people said with confidence that this was a snake sore, and it would be cured by applying it with pipe oil.

Locals among migrant workers smoke yellow cigarettes, and even rolled paper into a cigarette holder to smoke. There was also a cigarette holder that was smoking with a cigarette holder. The man quickly pounded out the e-liquid and smeared it on Xiaoshi's back.

The smell of e-liquid was very pungent, making Xiaoshi's brain swell and dizzy, so he endured it. The e-liquid was applied, but the pain in his back did not improve at all. Instead, he felt more and more uncomfortable, so he felt so painful that he could not even breathe. After almost ten days of enduring, Xiaoshi couldn't stand it, so he asked for leave from his leader and took the bedding alone to ride back to the production team.

Back in the team, the villagers all said that Xiaoshi had lost a lot of weight, which was very distressed. Xiaoshi lay on the kang again and asked everyone to look at their backs.

What kind of strange disease is this? The barefoot doctor in the brigade was at a loss.

The villagers all came up with ideas. Some applied anti-inflammatory ointment to Xiaoshi, and some used some to wash it with some herbs. Xiaoshi was so painful that he couldn't stand it. What should I do? Everyone was anxious.

breeder Uncle Li said he had a good idea. He dipped his primary school student's brush in ink and first drew circles where Xiaoshi's back was inflamed, and then wrote four words in the four directions: upper, lower, left and right. Xiaoshi felt that what he wrote was a horizontal fold, hook and stroke, which should be the force of force, or maybe a knife. Then he muttered the words: "Emperor Gaozu of Han killed a white snake with a knife", and then wrote these words with a brush and gestured for a while.

This is Zhang Tianshi’s talisman drawing, right? Of course Xiaoshi doesn't believe it.But it was worse than death when it hurt. Xiaoshi was depressed and had no strength to speak. He lay down and was fiddled with by Uncle Li.

The next day, Uncle Li came again. He wiped off yesterday's ink and drew it again on Xiaoshi's back from drawing the circle.

A fellow named Ma said that this disease was because Xiaoshi's clothes were hung outside, and a dragon flew past in the sky, and the shadows swept over Xiaoshi's clothes. On the cold days of minus twenty degrees Celsius, he asked Xiaoshi to dress tightly and stood in the sun at 12:00 noon. At this time, Uncle Ma was chanting a spell and chopping off a wheat pole with a knife.

days, what kind of magic is this? Xiaoshi still doesn't believe it. But I have a strange disease, whether I die or live is left to fate.

After several days of hard work, Xiaoshi's pain was really healed slowly.

This is even more strange! Could it be that Liu Bang and some powerful men appeared? Is magic really effective? Xiaoshi is a high school student in the 6th and 7th grade of Hangzhou No. 2 Middle School. He has excellent grades in mathematics, physics, chemistry, Chinese and English. How could he fool him with magic? However, the pain on the body was indeed a pain that was done by Uncle Li and Ma. Xiaoshi couldn't figure it out.

In 1973, Xiaoshi was recommended to go to school and became a college student for workers, peasants and soldiers. After graduation, he tried every means to transfer back to Hangzhou to engage in scientific research. The medical conditions in Hangzhou have improved much better. Once, Xiaoshi asked a doctor he knew with questions. The doctor said that what you have is not a strange disease. This disease is called shingles, which is a severe pain caused by the virus invading the nerves. It usually recovers in about half a month.

Oh, Xiaoshi suddenly realized. When Uncle Li and Uncle Ma cast their spells, he had already had a pain for more than ten days. After a few more days, the pain would pass, so the "spell" appeared.

The latest gathering of old educated youth in the former Dongfeng Commune. A newly discharged fellow traveler also arrived.

The friend said that he had shingles and couldn't bear the pain, and complained that he went to the hospital. The doctor issued the hospitalization form. He was admitted to the hospital, took antiviral drugs, and had a drip. Hormones were also used. In addition to the topical antiviral soft... The doctor repeatedly warned: Do not scratch the pain and itchy areas...

He endured the pain, did not scratch, cooperated with the doctor's treatment. After a week, the pain slightly relieved and he was discharged from the hospital and went home. I went home to continue taking medicine, and it took another week before I recovered. It happened that the educated youth gathered, so he rushed to attend. The friends gathered together and heard him talk about this terrible pain of shingles.

The little stone back then had become an old stone. He said that he had to overcome this disease. When he was in the production team, he was so painful that he was half dead...

How to treat it at that time? Everyone asked with concern when there was a shortage of medical treatment and medicine.

Lao Shi said seriously, using magic.

magic? Is there magic? Everyone was shocked.

Lao Shi describes the scene of that year in this way.

Everyone couldn't help but feel dazed and sighed, and then everyone laughed wildly.

Author: Zeng Qiqi

Source: No. 30

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