Author: Dou Xianjun.
The teacher said that there will be no class tomorrow, and he will go to the production team to participate in labor and take care of food at noon. The students were excited, and when they heard the rice, their eyes lit up. I went home and told my mother, and my mother's reaction was strong. What will a bunch of children do, isn't it to harm the crops? I don't listen to my mother, but I can still divide the grass and the buds.
On the second day, the students gathered at the school, and the first and second grades attended classes as usual, and the third, fourth, and fifth grades participated in labor. Hundreds of people, the queue was huge, lined up in a long line, and set off outside the west gate. It was just summer, the weather was not hot, the students were chattering all the way, and the teacher did not have a stiff face as in class, and it didn't feel like going to work, like going on an outing.
The teachers of each class, walking on the edge of their own team, like a flagpole, need to maintain order from time to time. There are many people and cars on the road, all of them are children who have just taken off their milk, and it is the first time that they have gone out in such a collective way, and it is difficult not to slip away. Along the way, there are always naughty boys who are dragged out, shouted and reprimanded by the teacher, and the girls are more worry-free.
When I got out of the main street and on the highway, some of my classmates gradually fell behind. When crossing the Tumen Ridge, the team had to stop to rest, and some students sat directly on the ground, and their little faces turned into flower-faced cats. Newly planted trees on both sides of the road are just slowly sprouting. It was planted at the beginning of spring, and I remember which one I filled in.
It is said that the students planted the trees, and the main labor was the adults in the production team. We are only responsible for putting saplings into the tree pits, and the big boys can hold one, and we girls have to carry a sapling for several people. The adults were in a hurry, so they simply let us watch from a distance, lest the tools hurt us.
Although we are full of energy, we have not yet had a shovel. A small boy gave birth to a moth, stood directly in the tree pit, and called his classmates to plant him there as a tree, saying that he would rather be a tree than go to school.
The teacher took out this living treasure and put it together with the little tree after planting, and told him that it should grow like a tree for half an hour and not move for a moment. The classmates watched the jokes, and the little boys were not sad. I recognize the little boy, it is the third boy of Uncle Li in my backyard, two grades higher than me, naughty, does not like to study, Uncle Li and Aunt Li can't do anything about this child.
I saw Uncle Li's three boys in the team again, and when everyone stopped, he had a good time again, so that the teacher directly pressed his arms and legs, and he didn't let go of his call. I feel like the teacher likes him a lot.
After the completion of the physical condition, all the teachers and students continued to set off. When they first left the school, the students were still jumping around one by one, and after walking a long road, they all suddenly became stragglers. I see that the teacher's eyes have changed when they look at us, what else can we expect these children to do.
However, if the school has instructions, teachers and students have to follow the instructions. To support agricultural production, we must start with primary school students, and this is the goal, and no matter how difficult it is, it must be implemented. This is what the principal told all the teachers and students before leaving. Our task is to pull weeds from the bud fields.
Finally arrived at the destination, before the work, a farmer uncle first made a demonstration, seeing that he was holding grass in one hand and a bud rice seedling in the other, and asked his classmates to recognize him one by one. I really don't recognize it, and I keep muttering in my mouth after listening to it, the wide leaves are buds, and the narrow leaves are grass.
After recognizing the grass and bud rice seedlings, there was originally a seedling task, but the teacher simplified it. Because of this decision, the farmer uncle also took the initiative to shake the teacher's hand. I think the farmer's uncle's worries are the same as my mother's.
After the peasant uncle finished speaking, we were led to the field, and more than 100 students lined up, one person and one ridge, and there was no edge in sight from one end to the other. This time, I know why it's called the earth, and the earth is so big. I didn't get much grass on the ridge, and so did others, as if they had shoveled it before, and some of the grass was resurrected and easy to pull.
The starting point of the students' departure was the same, and gradually the distance was widened. At first, there were classmates shouting, but in the end, there was no sound. There were students who finished first, and when they looked back at the students who were doing slowly, they felt that the sun was getting hotter and hotter, and all the students finally returned to the starting point. This time, almost all the classmates have become flower-faced cats.
Of course, not tired, hot. When the students got together, they became elated again, and they felt that they were either here to work or to play. However, after this lap, I was sweating and thirsty.
At the end of the field, near the road, there was a small river flowing out of the mountains, and everyone ran over it. The water was originally extremely clear, but when there were so many people, it was almost impossible to drink. There was a place so deep that I stumbled and fell into it, and just as the water was about to submerge me, a large hand pulled me up. I was so scared that I forgot to cry.
There was chaos on this side of the water, and there was a pot on the other side of the ground. A horse-drawn cart stopped on the ground, unloading buckets and chopsticks. The students at the water's edge began to run towards the carriage. I ran over too, but I didn't have my chopsticks. A bucket of sorghum rice and a bucket of stewed tofu in a grade are not biased.
I looked at many students in my class, each of them had a big bowl, half a bowl of sorghum rice, half a bowl of tofu, and ate it in a big gulp, so hungry that I swallowed my saliva. I'm hungry too. I stayed by the bucket, hoping that some of my classmates would spare a bowl for me. However, a classmate came to serve the second bowl, but it was still not my turn.
I'm still staring at it. I looked at the dwindling bucket of sorghum rice, smelling its aroma and tickling it. I've never eaten sorghum rice, only people who farm the land can eat it. I don't have land at home.
The only food my family received from the grain store was cornmeal, white flour and rice. I really want to eat sorghum rice that smells so good, but I've never eaten before, especially when it's close at hand. Because there were no dishes and chopsticks, I could only look around. I was embarrassed to ask for other people's dishes and chopsticks, and I didn't dare to go to the teacher.
I was standing by the bucket, and no classmates or teachers asked me if I had eaten. Until someone took away the unfinished rice bucket and the vegetable bucket with half of the tofu left, I was still waiting for the dishes and chopsticks. I watched the man who left, and felt sad on the way home.
When I got home, my mother heard that I was still hungry and hurried to cook, and I said that I really wanted to eat sorghum rice, but I didn't get it. Mother said, in the future, you will be more realistic, and always wait for someone to humble you, just like this, you are hungry. I said, no, by the way, that rice is fragrant, but I don't want to eat that tofu. There is a layer of yellow oil floating on the tofu, why is it different from the tofu you make, I can't eat it when I look at it.
Later, Uncle Li came to my house and told my dad about us elementary school students going to support the agricultural club, and said that these children had pulled out half of the grass and half of the seedlings. The third uncle of the Li family was a member of the production team we supported, and after that, all the members went out to make up for the missing seedlings, which did not affect the autumn harvest.
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