Perhaps it was a clever arrangement of fate. In the late 1980s, I had the honor to come to a mining school to teach. This school is not close to the city or far. It is just that the transportation was not very convenient back then, and this school is Tongling Nonferrous Silk Mine

may be a clever arrangement of fate. In the late 1980s, I had the honor to come to a mining school to teach. This school is not close to the city or far. It is just that the transportation was not very convenient back then, and this school is Tongling Nonferrous Silk Mine Primary School.

As soon as I arrived at the school, I was assigned a room, which was a large classroom divided into three small rooms. With a room, although I brought quilts from home, I rarely stay here and only use it for lunch break. The biggest problem for teachers who do not live in school is how to solve the problem of lunch, some of which are taken from home, while others go to the cafeteria to play. It’s just that it’s a bit far to the canteen in the mining area, and it’s really inconvenient to walk more than a kilometer.

At that time, there were more than 1,000 students in Shimin Primary School and sixty or seventy teachers. It was a university. Especially there are a group of happy bachelors like me, including two students from the normal school.

At the beginning, I went to the cafeteria to make meals every day at noon, and I just found a hot meal for any one to bring the meals. The bachelor who lives in the school uses kerosene stove and to cook rice. Teachers with families burn coal stoves. It is not until the gas is opened to Lion Mountain that everyone uses gas.

is an activity at the school that breaks our balance in solving Chinese food. I remember that the school activity ended early that day, the teacher who should bring the meals did not bring it, and the time for the canteen to make the meals was not up, so a few of us bought vegetables from the vegetable market and cooked them in a kerosene stove. The cooking was out of control. From then on, I never brought or made food again, and started a cooking mode. The three of them worked together to complement each other. Everyone showed their magical powers and got free diesel and cotton yarn. Diesel replaces kerosene, and cotton yarn can be used as wicks for kerosene stoves. The days that followed were not only prosperous, but also the cooking team continued to grow, and from time to time it attracted teachers with families to participate. During this period, many interesting things happened.

One is a hot day. This is the case with . Each of us seems to be taking out some money for food. In the last morning, people who had no classes were responsible for buying groceries. As soon as school comes, everyone gets busy, washing rice, washing vegetables, lighting fires, cooking, division of labor and cooperation, and each performs its own duties. It didn't take long, and the delicious food was served on the table. We went home in the afternoon when we lived in the city, and the remaining food was left to the people living in the school. Later, everyone felt that eating was not very romantic, so they called bulk wine. Every meal was filled with hot dishes and wine, and chatting about the mountains from all over the world. It was really fun. However, there were limited amounts of alcohol at that time. A small cup of 3 yuan was small. You could drink 3 cups with a large amount of alcohol. Only 1 to 2 cups with a small amount of alcohol were allowed. You would never drink too much. However, there is no limit on drinking when you come or when you meet up with a meal.

The second is to use the kitchen knife to serve as the key. Although the door of everyone's dormitory is a hidden lock, the wooden door has a long time to loosen the screws, and it can only be solved by changing a door frame. However, this is not a long-term solution, so later everyone's door lock became virtual. It’s just that the dormitory is on campus, and the safety is still guaranteed. If you want to borrow a basin or find a bowl from other dormitories, you don’t care if you are not at home. Use a kitchen knife to insert it into the crack of the door, or use an aluminum spoon to gently dispose of the lock, and the lock will be opened easily, which is more convenient than taking your own things. After the master knows, he will never have anything to say. Back then, everyone's relationship was so integrated.

Third, rice can grow mold in the rice cooker. The days of are continuing, and some join and some leave. Later, the conditions improved, and the superiors asked the outside schools to equip teachers who did not go home at noon with an electric rice cooker and an electric wok. Anyone can use these two pots at will, but they are indeed very skillful. Later, the three legs of the rice cooker had become two legs, and they could only use books and other things to cook. Some people even jumped when cooking, and they had to use a screwdriver to pin the button to let the rice cooker continue to cook on high heat... Even if they were used randomly, the two pots still remained functional and were very useful. I have to admit that it was a high-quality product.I remember one day before the winter vacation, everyone had dinner together, and they drank a lot of wine. They cooked a pot of rice without eating a little. They forgot to clean up and everyone left. Even the people living in school went home for the New Year. After school started, I found that the meal had been on hand for more than a month, and it had turned into a long black mold in the rice cooker...

There were many similar interesting and embarrassing things that happened in the mining school back then, all of which were unforgettable and memorable. As for "eating in the same bed" it was because the school's cultural life was monotonous back then. A colleague bought a color TV, and we often watched TV with our jobs. But the room was too small to sit on the bed and watch TV while eating. Sleeping in a "pot" actually means sleeping in the same home. Back then, it was common for several people to fall down their legs and sleep in the same bed. It was just because Tongling local dialect made "home" sound like "pot", so there was a sentence for sleeping in a "pot".

At present, decades have passed, and the happy bachelor of that year is already over fifty years old and is almost retired. Although we went our separate ways and had fewer contacts and communication, no matter when we arrived, no matter where we arrived, we would never forget our special experience of "eating in the same bed and sleeping in a 'pot'". The emotions of that year would never fade, but would only become deeper and stronger as time goes by...