Wake up（248）

 

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The "Naonao" alumni group founded by Qian Xiaojuan, Sun Yulan, and Li Aiwen, three alumni from the same school, has gradually become popular, and even some alumni from rural areas in the mainland have also sent online articles.

A netizen named "Xue Nong" wrote:

During the Cultural Revolution, when "resuming classes and making revolution", we junior high school students often went to the suburbs to work in the countryside. At least ten days at a time, as long as a month. The real education of people in the countryside is better than the report of Yiku. What is a happy life? Once you work in the countryside, you will never be able to figure it out again: having rice, steamed buns, meat, cooking vegetables, sleeping until dawn and then getting up, not doing farm work, sitting on the ridges of the fields, and walking in the fields, that is absolute happiness.

Netizen "Severe Cold" said:

Our food expenses in the countryside are 30 cents a catty of food coupons a day. At that time, cornmeal was 9 cents a catty, white flour was 18 cents and 5 cents, and you had to buy firewood with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. What can you eat for three cents a day? In the morning, it is stick noodle porridge and steamed bun pickles. At noon, there is one cornbread, one steamed bun, and one spoonful of vegetables, which are boiled winter melon, fried zucchini, etc., absolutely no meat, and at night, it is porridge with cornbread stick noodles. After eating this kind of meal for a few days, I always think about one thing: braised pork. Once I didn't even have food, I just gave a spoonful of zucchini soup, ate it for several days, and suddenly gave me tofu. It was so fragrant that I drank it all without wasting a single drop of the water used to rinse the lunch box. The steamed buns are also incredibly delicious. I have never felt that the steamed buns are so soft and slippery at home. Before I chew them, they go down with a squeaky sound. It's such a pity, I quickly shut my throat tightly and let the steamed bun stay in my mouth for a while. We all live in the houses of poor and lower-middle peasants, one big kang is next to the other, and it will be enough to turn over. Once I slept alone on a big cabinet, and I saw whoever was beautiful.

"Black Lantern" netizen left this paragraph of text:

When I arrived in the countryside, my classmates and I wanted to sleep all day long, because we could not sleep for 7 hours a day. Before dawn in the morning, you have to get up as soon as the big horns in the village sound. Work just after dawn, and don't eat breakfast until dawn. After breakfast, work until lunch. After lunch, I quickly fell asleep and fell asleep, but I was called out by the loudspeaker to continue working, and it was dark before I stopped work and had dinner. After dinner, I have to go to the courtyard to "light up the night battle". Anyway, we will do whatever the poor and lower-middle peasants do. Everyone from the team leader to the commune members knew that Chairman Mao had handed us over to them: "Young intellectuals go to the countryside to receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants." But they only have one trick to educate people: work. We only learned one word, that is "three summers", "three summers" originally means summer harvest, summer planting, and what is another summer? I forgot. "Three summers" is the most tiring time in the countryside. We have mainly reaped and plucked wheat. The captain said that it’s not that there is no sickle, we have, but after cutting the wheat, don’t we have to dig out the stubble, it’s better to get them all out at once. We were also prepared, and we all brought gloves, but the teacher said that they were not allowed to wear them. How could poor and lower-middle peasants wear gloves? After two days of pulling it out, the skin on my hands was all worn away, and if I accidentally slipped it out, blood came out all of a sudden. The classmate of the special revolution "can't get out of the line of fire with minor injuries", so he continued to pull out. If the bundler finds blood on the stalks and reports it to the teacher, and the more the teacher says not to pull them, these "revolutionary lunatics" who are not afraid of pain will be more happy to pull them out, and they will not wait for the teacher to force them away. Then at least the whole class praises. As soon as the blood bleeds like me, I bared my teeth and reported to the teacher, and then let me do light work: tying wheat, and I can wear gloves. There is also a light job: picking ears of wheat, but it is even more uncomfortable. You can’t pick it up with your waist bent down. Let’s squat and walk forward. If your legs are sore, you might as well crawl forward on all fours. After working for half a day, I feel that it is not as good as cutting wheat. The work in the yard is also called light work, but it is endless, especially when following the thresher, it is impossible to slow down, and the bundles of wheat are passed up, and there is no time to slow down. Summer is hot and dusty. There are mud all over the body and neck, and a lot of wheat sticky. That feeling was very uncomfortable: sleepy and tired, tingling and hot, with only one question in my head: Why didn't you call it a day? The classmate of the special revolution read Chairman Mao's quotations at this moment: "Make up your mind, don't be afraid of sacrifice, overcome all difficulties, and strive for victory!". A backward classmate like me said in his heart: "What are you pretending to do, don't you just want the teacher to praise you?"

Netizen "haha" left a message saying:

There are ten classes in our grade, one class and one production team, sometimes they are not in the same village, and their meals and farm work are slightly different. If any class eats an extra meal of tofu, the eyes of the other class will turn green immediately. That year, Class Seven shocked us all. A worker master from a labor propaganda team who was stationed in the school that time also went, and he followed their class. On the first day, I listened to the production team leader and worked for more than ten hours. The next day, the master told him to listen to him: the eight-hour working system. I looked at my watch while I was working, and when it was time, I gave an order: Take it! The whole class calls it a day, whether it is cutting the wheat or playing field. The captain and members all stared blankly. The worker master told us that Chairman Mao had set the rules long ago: "The working class leads everything", and the peasants have to listen to the workers. Hey, this is called one thing down one thing, who dares to say no? Those poor and lower-middle peasants had no choice but to watch us "little intellectuals" happily line up, one two one, and go back to the village to rest.

Netizen "haha" left a message saying:

What leadership the working class has! Before going to the countryside, the teacher repeatedly announced the discipline, among which the most important one was that swimming was not allowed, and whoever dared to violate it would be immediately criticized and inspected. But the master worker took the lead in jumping into the pond. As soon as the teacher in Class 7 reminded him, he quickly announced to the class: "Chairman Mao wants us to exercise in strong winds and waves. We must obey Chairman Mao's words. Go into the water, it's okay, there is no problem." I'm staring, swim! All swim!". The buddies in class 7 were so happy that they tossed about in the pond, recruiting all the old ladies and children from the village to watch the fun. This working class is good! We admired all the five bodies, and all the students looked forward to being led by the working class. Chairman Mao is great, and it can be seen at a glance that they are better than the poor and lower-middle peasants.

Netizen "Hu Chan" liked "Haha"'s online article, and left a message saying:

The students in our class went to participate in an autumn harvest, and went to the countryside in September and October. Harvesting in autumn is much easier than in Sanxia. Harvesting rice is neither hot nor prickly. I don't have to work after dinner every day. But I can't be idle, I still have to go to the courtyard, the largest courtyard in the village, there is an earthen platform there, where I go to fight against landlords, listen to reports of bitterness, and reports on revolutionary traditions. Landlords? Very good! After working hard, we understand better why we should help the poor and lower-middle peasants to hate the landlord. The students are all gearing up, ready to let the landlord try his best when he is dishonest. That day, there were bright lights on the earthen platform, and hundreds of our students sat below, but few poor and lower-middle peasants showed up, and they all went to sleep. After the students shouted slogans a few times, the meeting started. The captain came to the stage first and introduced the situation of class struggle in the village. He was a little embarrassed and said that there were no landlords in the village, and they ran away before liberation, and all those who did not run away were wiped out. The captain looked very sorry, we were very disappointed, but we also understood his feelings: so many students came all the way, wanting to fight the landlords, but this country is a place where there are no landlords, but there is no such place, what a shame ah. At the end, the captain showed his treasure: there is no landlord, but there is a rich peasant (it is said to be a rich middle peasant) who can fight. We breathed a sigh of relief: Isn't it the same for the rich peasants? So a rich peasant and a rich peasant woman were put on stage to fight. Those two people were clearly prepared, one of them was wearing new cotton trousers and cotton jacket, and they walked onto the stage steadily, followed by two militiamen, but they didn't grab their arms, let alone "jet". Those two rich peasants had obviously never been beaten before, so they didn't know how to be afraid, and they didn't even lower their heads. There was probably only this rich peasant family left in the village, and they were reluctant to fight. It was an October night, the cold wind was blowing, we were unprepared, and we didn't have any cotton jackets, so we were a little shivering at the moment. A classmate with a high level of consciousness, a girl, immediately noticed the problem, stood up and shouted: "Look, that rich peasant is wearing a big padded jacket, which is quite comfortable! Take it off!" Then the students shouted in unison: "Take it off! Take it off!" Then the two rich peasants panicked, knowing that the young revolutionary general is not easy to mess with, so they nodded and bowed quickly, but they didn't take it off. The captain ran over and said something, the padded jacket was taken off, leaving only a single coat. The young revolutionary shouted again: "There are still cotton trousers, take them off!" The captain turned around and explained: Don't take off the cotton pants, these are hollow cotton pants, and they are not worn inside. Then the poor and lower-middle peasants spoke, but after talking for a long time, they didn't say that the rich peasants oppressed the poor, hid the heavenly tents, etc., which was not exciting enough. The young revolutionary generals were very dissatisfied and yelled slogans: "Don't forget class suffering! Remember blood and tears! Blood debts must be paid with blood!" Our emotions became high and we shouted: "Low your head! Lower your head!" Above 90 degrees, you can't bend anymore. Just when we were about to reach the breaking point and were about to rush to the stage to let the rich peasants have a taste of their strength, the captain hurriedly announced that the rich peasants would be detained. We are very dissatisfied. Isn't this covering up the rich peasants? But later I figured it out: there is only one rich peasant family left, what should we do after we are disabled? It's not just our school, what if there are students coming? It's just these two treasures, so save them.

Netizen "Steel" liked "Hu Tang"'s online article and left a message saying:

When our school was supporting agriculture, we also organized a struggle meeting. That night, a commune cadre, the captain of the militia at that time, gave us revolutionary traditional education. He said that the class struggle in our place was too cruel back then. Landlords organized home-returning groups, captured party members and cadres, and killed them alive. There was a leader of the Home Returning Group, a landlord in their village, who was shirtless, drank a large bowl of wine, then threw the bowl, and used a guillotine to kill eight village cadres in one go. First take the mat and roll it up, and put it into the guillotine, and it will be cut into two with a "snap". It's all in two, look at that foot is still kicking "thumping" and "thumping". Hundreds of students in the audience were silent, and even the most naughty classmate was still motionless at this moment, with his eyes staring straight.

The cadre went on to say, in the end we won, we captured the leader of the Home Returning Mission and cut him alive. In our village, the leader of the Home Returning Group was tied to a pillar. He was first cut on the forehead, and the skin was pulled off to cover his eyes. Otherwise, those bloody bell-like eyes would be too scary. The head of the returning home group was really tough, and he kept cursing, so he pried his mouth open, hooked his tongue out and cut off, and then sliced off the flesh with a knife. The small hook hooks, pulls out, and then cuts. The surrounding farmers counted together: one cut, two cuts, three cuts, stop every ten cuts, and brush the salt water, and the leader of the returning home group will "beep" and play cleverly. After a whole day of cutting, the number of knives reached more than 300. The flesh on his body was gone, and his heart was beating.

The cadre spoke with gusto, but my back felt a little chilled, and I couldn't tell if it was nausea or real panic. The other students were similar. Even the most revolutionary students forgot to shout slogans, and they were all dumbfounded.

The "Naonao" alumni group founded by Li Aiwen, Qian Xiaojuan, and Sun Yulan from the same school is becoming more and more popular.