Ronan's Moonlit Journey Chapter 6

For a while, Chang Hao and I were very close, and we asked him to go with us when we went to school. I would go to his house and call him and watch him eat if he hadn't finished yet.

There is a small table for eating in the main hall of his family, but people in Chang Hao's family don't like to sit around the table. They put a few chopsticks on the top of the bowl (usually pickles, just the same thing), so there is no need to sit around the table or around the dishes. (while sitting), holding the bowl and crossing the threshold. They like to squat on the wall to eat, so that they can bask in the sun while eating, watch the people passing by on the village road, say hello to each other, "Have you eaten? Come to my house to eat!" or carry their rice bowls to visit neighbors and watch. Look at what people are eating. Or when it’s time to eat, he would run to the pig pen with a bowl in hand, lean on the fence, and watch the pigs while eating. The more he looked at the pigs, the more he liked them. He couldn’t help but pour most of the leftover bowl of porridge into the pig trough, letting his beloved pigs eat. This is no better than visitors at the zoo teasing monkeys with candies and giving them to pigs to make them gain weight. Pigs are a family’s piggy bank, bank, and hope. The ritual of having lunch with pigs is like some people counting money before going to bed every night... Although Chang Hao is not old, he is still there. Go to school, but already know how to hold a rice bowl and watch pigs eat. This pig can be said to be his wife------it is fattened at the end of the year and taken to the commune purchasing station to be sold. Only with the money can he be engaged to Chang Hao.

Chang Hao is fifteen years old, but still in the third grade of primary school like me.

The age at which children from local farmers enter school is very irregular. They usually start school at the age of ten, but some enter school at the age of 12, 13 or even 14 or 15 years old. There are people who stop and stop reading during their studies, keep repeating a grade, or come back to read every few years. This depends on the family situation at the time and whether it needs manpower, and has nothing to do with the child's ambitions.

The most exciting thing every semester is the distribution of new books, one each for Chinese, arithmetic, politics, and general knowledge. The book is brand new, and there is a scent of ink when you turn it. The words on the pages can be seen as bulging, and they become blurry when you wipe them with your hand (the ink is not dry yet, so be careful). The sound of turning pages is also louder than that of old books, clattering. This is the period when everyone is most studious and studious (for a new book). But later, the textbooks became old, the corners were folded, and the face became dirty, with patches of white spots rubbed out by the schoolbag. Later, I wrote words and drew little figures in the blank spaces of the pages. One winter, in order to try out a ballpoint pen that didn't produce oil, I scratched on the book while exhaling. In the end, the previous lessons were torn off to wipe the mess, and we are waiting for the new books next semester. Farmers' children often worry about the cost of books, so they have one more emotion for books, which is money... and I just want to decorate the new books more beautifully.

I pack new books at the beginning of every semester. I wrap books with illustrated magazines. The beginning is the general wrapping method. Fold the four sides of the pictorial inward and then cover it with the front and back covers of the textbook. Later I learned the corner wrapping method, which is a bit complicated and requires measuring and cutting with a knife. After that, I gave up the natural effect of the pictorial and designed the pattern myself. I wrapped a Chinese language book with kraft paper and wrapped the four corners, and then cut out a portrait of Chairman Mao from the illustrated magazine and pasted it on it. Chairman Mao looks like a head, including the military cap on top and the collar below. I cut off the rest of the parts connected to the background.

After the masterpiece was completed, I took it to Chang Hao. He saw the Chinese language book I packed and poured a bowl of porridge into the pig trough. I followed him to hear his praise, but he said nothing. Chang Zhen was also leaning against the wall, drinking porridge, and Chang Hao asked me to show the book to Chang Zhen. Chang Zhen didn't praise me and returned the book. Chang Zhen and Chang Hao's father Fei took my Chinese language book and looked at it for a long time, and said with a smile: "Where did Chairman Mao's body go?" I said: "I cut it off." Then I realized that I had made a mistake. Made a big mistake.

Later, I changed the book cover containing Chinese documents into one with newspaper pictures.

Fortunately, Chang is relatively older in the class and is half an adult. He was not particularly strong-looking. On the contrary, he is long and thin, fair and fair, with light eyebrows and small eyes, and a thin voice, but compared with his younger classmates, he is still strong. There is another guy who is about the same age and height as Chang Hao, but stronger and more powerful than him, named Chuanri. It is said that Ri Ri looks fierce, strong and likes to bully others. He has black skin, cheeks and round eyes. He wears a cotton hat with turned-up ear protection and a black cotton jacket.

Led by Chang Hao and Chuan Ri, the class was divided into two factions. Chang Hao and Chuan Ri can get along well with each other, but their subordinates fight fiercely and even don't interact with each other. Chuanri is more energetic than Chang Hao, but Chang Hao is well-behaved and was appointed as class monitor by his teacher (teacher). I am of the Chang Hao group. Chang Hao and I are close not only because we are on the same team, but he can also contain Chuan Ri.

Chuanri likes to twist people's arms. He puts your arm behind your back, twists it hard, and lifts it again. You have to bend down and lower your head because of the unbearable pain. This method of suppression is very similar to the invention of the Red Guard rebels. Ordinarily, there are no serious Red Guards or rebels in the local area. When the rich, rich, rebels and bad guys fight, they just put up a sign and hang their hands straight down, so that they can touch their pants. It is said that twisting someone's arm is a self-taught skill, but he didn't know it was called "flying". I told Chuanri: "This is a plane ride, and only class enemies can take it." Chuanri didn't care about this, and had to let one or two classmates fly every day.