Text | Lin Fengluan
In the 1970s, our 19th Brigade had 13 production teams, more than 700 households, more than 2,000 people in the whole village, and more than 300 people in the squad. In the whole commune, the village is also a large village.
The land in the team is semi-hilly, the soil is sticky, accompanied by stone ballast, and if you want to harvest the harvest and get the yield, you must pay huge manpower and material resources.
At that time, according to the diary hours, every day before the sun came out, I could work. The work is completed by the captain's whistle, and the afternoon work is usually done after the sun has set.
On weekdays, sweet potato noodle pancakes are eaten. Every day when I came home from work, I went to the pickle jar to catch a bean carob pickle, pinched a few tender shoots from the toon tree, rolled up the pancakes to eat enough, and then scooped half a scoop of cold water to rinse, which felt really painful.
One day in the year of the Tangshan earthquake, just after dinner, I heard my southern neighbor Hua shouting at me: Go, go to the meeting.
When we arrived at the squad headquarters, we saw that there were a lot of people coming one after another, and after basically arriving, the captain began to arrange the work, he said: This winter, the male laborers are out to repair the main canal, and we at home are working hard to get the sub-force! Our big mound land, everyone also knows, a big stone mound in the middle of the ground, harvesting is too obstructive, the weir to the outside, move the stone mound out to fill in, cover the soil on it, dig up this piece, take the soil to level, increase the planting area.
The captain was quite appealing, and he then encouraged the female members: You are the main force in our team, and you are also a basic militia, take out our enthusiasm, and ask the male laborers to see, half of the sky can still change the sky and the earth, change the appearance of our northeast slope.
The next day, hearing the whistle of the work, seven or eight iron maidens pushed up the cart, and rushed to the Ōtsuka field, wielding a pickaxe and loading the cart.
During the break, Meizi said: The night before, write a letter to my father to ask my mother to come back quickly!
At that time, Meizi's father and mother had not returned from seeing a doctor in Tangshan. People asked her what she wrote? Meizi said: The team is too busy now, no leave, no dry food, not to mention boiling water, I have now become a hairy grin inside and out. She didn't know why she turned, but she wrote "hand" as "mao".
When she said this, it was ridiculous to be dead, some had stomachaches, some rolled on the ground, and fatigue disappeared with laughter.
At the end of the day, I drank a bowl of mud in the evening. After washing my face and feet with warm water, I was too tired to pour water, but I still asked my sister to pour the water from the basin, and people pouted and stared at me hard. I said, "Good sister, go and ask your mother for a needle." She took the needle, and when I asked her to puncture the bubble on my hand for me, it scared my sister into tears.
My mother came over and said: Tomorrow we will not do it, I will give you leave!
I hurriedly said: Mother, no, the meeting is all said well. Am I tired after just one day of drying? You told the gang to look at me. Don't you say that you have to break out to become a tool, help me make the needle to break the bubble and squeeze out the water, tomorrow with a cloth strip wrapped in as usual to work, our car a day and 1 cents of the car remuneration, I can earn half a division of labor a day. All right, mother, tomorrow morning you will hear a whistle blowing me.
It took two months to prepare the land, during which I did not take a day off, and our female laborers used the trolley to push away the old large stone mounds and add more than an acre of good land for the production team.
Tired point is something, that is, the back is a little hunched, but the waist is still so straight, and it is even more reasonable when speaking.
【About the Author】
Lin Fengluan, net name Lin Zhongxianya, is a native of Nineteen Lang Village, Xianggongzhuang Street, Zhangqiu District, Jinan City. Born in 1954, he loves literature and hopes to spend the rest of his life wandering in the ocean of literature, making friends with stories and relying on each other.
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