Attack Stream of Life

    When the educated youth had time, they collected some local souvenirs from the villagers and sent them home to their family members to express their feelings. The villagers themselves sell the mountain goods, there is no middleman to make the difference, and it is cheap to buy. Of course, there are definitely no good-looking ones that are sold exclusively. Everyone is affordable, and you don't want to look good, just good things.

    Zhaoming didn't do anything special, he also collected some local mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots, lotus root starch and the like, packed them up, and sent them home. He has always distinguished between personal emotions and personal obligations, no matter what he thinks in his heart, he always does it well on the face, making people blameless.

    He also borrowed tools from the carpenter in the village, asked the village chief for some wood, and took a drawing himself, saying that he would make a small machine that automatically scatters seeds. The educated youth who was in the same room with him found it interesting and helped to do it together. Later, even the old educated youth joined in. There were really a few people who were proficient in machinery.

    In fact, what Zhaoming did is a hand-push planter, which is very common in later generations. You can set the spacing and the number of seeds dropped each time. Moreover, it is pushed all the way while standing, so it is not difficult, and there is no need to bend over again and again. Although he didn't have this memory at the moment, he had some vague inspiration and began to think about it.

    In fact, the village used an Aquilegia cart for sowing seeds, pulled by an ox and a donkey in the front, followed by a person. However, this method of sowing is flawed. According to the guidance of the technicians, there should be a strict spacing of several centimeters between the seeds, and the number of seeds in each pit has an accurate number. point.

    So what? In order to increase production, a very primitive and ancient method was adopted for local sowing. It was still necessary to pull the plough in front of the farm, and the people in the back would bend over to spread the seeds again and again, covering them with a thin layer of soil. Constantly bending over like this is actually a very tiring job, and it is also very unfriendly to the spine, making it easy to hunched over.

    The educated youths are so unsophisticated because of their unsophisticated work. He wondered if he could come up with a hand-push planter.

    But he is a city doll, and he understands farming in the past half a year. Although he seems to have a vague concept in his mind, he knows a concept, but the specifics are really unclear. So he has prepared for a long-term war of resistance, slowly pondering.

      small model.

    Everyone walked around the field with the simple model and used pebbles to pretend to be seeds.

    "It's done?" Zhao Ming, the initiator, still looked incredible. Sure enough, you have to find a professional for everything.

    So they made a standard one, and some metal parts in the middle were specially purchased from the county. There is a place in the county that sells bicycle parts. It is cheaper to assemble a bicycle by yourself than to buy a spot. The business has always been good.

    They called the village chief and the captain to demonstrate. The captain's eyes widened, and he touched the seeding machine that had not yet had time to polish, as if he was touching some treasure, and he was amazed, "It's good to have culture. We'll work for a lifetime and sleep with the grain, and think about it. Such a baby can't come."

    The captain took this planter to the commune, and the cadres of the commune took it to the county seat. After half a month like this, the reward was handed out. Every educated youth who participated got 20 work points and a newspaper of honor—yes, this group of people and this little machine were honored to be the head of the county newspaper. headlines, and even reporters came down to take pictures of them.

    Work points are not the key, the key is the honor and the records on the file.

    At this time, people are still relatively simple, and the educated youth are the same. They are reading the newspaper, and they are all about to cry.

    After two years, I have a little sense of realism in building a rural area.

    The mechanical boss patted Zhaoming's shoulder with tears in his eyes, "Think about it, what else can we invent and design, everyone think about it and brainstorm."

    Invention has never been easy. After the educated youth developed the hand-push planter, there has been no news, but the villagers are not disappointed. These young people have come up with tools to lighten the workload in a few years.

    Although they are used to stooping all the time to sow seeds, it would be better if they didn't have to stoop all the time.

    Suddenly I felt that knowledge is not a bad thing, at least he is smart after learning it. Who still thinks there are too many tools like this?

    Most of the people in charge of sowing are women and the elderly. Once they get started, hey, they don't have to bend frequently, and they won't break down in one day. This time I felt the benefits, and seeing those educated youths became more amiable.

    Everyone is realistic, and only when it is closely related to their own interests will they really care.

    Those who have benefited, what they have received at home, and if there are many, they will send some over.

    No, an old man in the village planted a lot of winter melons, and one of them was very big. A little bit, and the educated youth points are also divided into a large circle.

      Comrade Xiaoyu pondered for a moment, then slammed his hands together, "Let's make ham and winter melon soup."

    If the ham is not cooked well, it will be salty and dry, but Comrade Xiaoyu is a good cook. She put a large piece of ham in water to remove excess salt, then sliced ​​and stacked Into a complete piece, cut into two sections in the middle, each piece is no more than an inch long and no more than two millimeters thick.

      When the salty and umami taste of the ham comes out slowly, the soup is rolled into a slightly amber color, then pour in the washed and cut winter melon, and then add a little shrimp to make it fresh.

    The steps seem to be very simple, but in fact, there are rules for how big the slices should be, when to put the winter melon, and everything should be placed in the most appropriate position to come out a pot of light and salty ham and winter melon soup. .

    A group of educated youths held their own rice bowls and ate a book full of ham and winter melon soup around a large pot. The ham slices remove the shortcomings of being too salty and too dry after being pickled with coarse salt, and retain the strong and fresh fragrance of the pickles, while the wax gourd has absorbed enough soup, becoming translucent, and the taste is smooth and smooth, with an indescribable taste. The thick and salty aroma. The two really complement each other, a match made in heaven.

    Although there was only brown rice and sweet potato porridge in the rice bowl, and there was only a stack of local mustard greens and a bowl of soup on the table, but no one showed any dissatisfaction. Everyone ate very happily, and the meal time after work was always what they looked forward to the most.

    Comrade Xiaoyu humbly said that the soup is not yet ready, the winter melon is a bit old, the ham part is not the most suitable, she is not experienced enough in controlling the heat... But then How about, even if there are so many restrictions, it still does not affect this is a good pot of soup.

    The glasses comrade who aspires to be a writer is full of ideas after dinner. He said he would write an essay, and nothing else but the winter melon soup they ate today.

    Seeing that the young man stumbled on the threshold, he rolled and climbed up to write, everyone was stunned, and then laughed.

    "It's a pity that I really don't have any writing skills, so I can't write one-tenth of this soup, otherwise I will write it and send it to my family, so that they can rest assured. The family members write, I'm afraid I'm here The days were tough, but they couldn't tell me to go back, so my parents felt guilty in the letter. Although I didn't feel relaxed when I was studying, but there are so many confidants and friends here, and the soup of Comrade Xiaoyu, I don't feel wronged. Although my brother has a comfortable life, he also lacks such an experience." An educated youth said, revealing the truth in his words.

    "Fortune and misfortune have always depended on each other. Since we have come here, it is useless to complain about regrets. We are full of enthusiasm and youthful spirit, so why bother to make such ridiculous faces. I heard from the next door Educated youth cry and make trouble, like a ruffian and a shrew. It really shouldn't be. Could it be that after studying books for so long, they only learned to complain endlessly? Other than that, if the planter we made was in the city, would we have the opportunity to do it? What kind of bad things, if we work hard, we can turn them into good things."

    "You all have people to worry about, but I was exiled. There are five or six brothers in the family, all of whom are very popular, so I finally came here for two years, and the family seems to not remember that there is another one My son is outside. It would be too lofty to say no resentment, and it would be too bitter and bitter to speak of resentment, and there is always a trace of unwillingness. Fortunately, I met you brothers and sisters, although there is no blood relationship, but there is a love of compatriots. Yes Everyone cares, I have nothing to complain about. How about the countryside? You can still achieve your career.”

    "It is fate that we can get together. Besides, the captain and others in the village are all good. Although the work is hard and the life is difficult, it will not endure hunger and cold. There are also a group of close friends, you can share Sadness and joy, read books together, and eat delicious food together. In the past, we despised ourselves and felt that when we came here, we could only farm the land, but we didn’t know that we had other uses, so we had a hard time. Now I think Come on, we have been studying for so many years, can we just wait in silence and wait for others to give us a chance? Comrades, don’t forget, we came to the countryside to ‘make a lot of progress’, how can we be overwhelmed by the difficulties in front of us?”

    "Comrade Shuheng said that, if nothing else, we have a few mechanics who can continue to develop small machines that lighten the burden on farmers. And if we have good results, we will go Running a school. If the boss doesn’t approve it, we can do it ourselves. We still have time after work. Wouldn’t it be better to teach the children to read than to wait? Tomorrow we will go to the captain and the president of the commune.”

    Everyone was excited and applauded.

    Opportunities are not waited for, they are earned. The success of the planter is like a small flame, rekindling the enthusiasm of the educated youth.

    They are still young, young represents hope, represents change.

    The old educated youths really applied to the captain to set up a primary school. Most of their educated youths are scholars, at least they are junior high school graduates, most of them are high school students, they are not afraid of many people in class , I am afraid that people will not learn.

    The captain asked the commune to respond, and the commune was vague, neither saying it could nor saying it could not. The boss was blocked several times by the team leader, and finally gave a reminder that there is no precedent for the village to run a primary school by itself. The leaders at the top can't do it.

    Just like a few days ago, the director of a state-owned factory gave employees benefits based on the profit of the goods sold. The output has doubled every year, but after being denounced, the factory manager almost went to jail, and the employees made trouble. In the end, didn’t the factory manager still have nothing to do with it?

    Province Z is different from other places. The grassroots leaders are all from the local area. If you want to keep your position, you must get the support of the local people. public opinion below.

    This has resulted in such a phenomenon that the people are not raised, the officials are not held accountable, communes, factories and free markets have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, and they are like weeds, which cannot be burnt and killed.

    The commune factory is not to mention, it is formal, according to the 'People's Commune Regulations', it is reasonable and legal, if nothing else, there is also a 'dried bamboo shoots processing factory' in the village. It can bring more than ten yuan of benefits to the villagers a year.

    The 'free market', also known as the 'black market', which disappeared for a while, has always been a semi-open existence here. The old lady took the money to exchange eggs, and even the patrols on the street thought she was blind.

    Generally, when the wind is tight, the 'free market' is closed for a few days, and as soon as people leave, the door to the free market is opened again.

    The leaders of the commune said this. After a few small leaders in the village discussed, "Let's do it ourselves, let's use the old warehouse as a classroom, ready-made teachers, why not learn? If you don't learn, you will suffer, fool. We all have children. It’s not enough to be blind by ourselves, and the children are also blind? If you don’t ask for anything else, if my kid can come up with a planter like the educated youth, I can even dream. Laugh."

    The captain and others will set up a big one as soon as they run it. They not only have to set up a primary school, but also set up a literacy class, so that young couples in the village can also come to school. They have determination and vision. Although they don't know the specifics, they still have a vague feeling that scholars will still be ahead in the future.

    As for the teacher, let the educated youth in the village serve as the teacher. The primary school takes one day, three hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon, which counts as ten work points. The literacy class takes two hours after work, which is three work points, which is equal to half a day's work point for a strong worker.

    The village is so generous, and the educated youths are not ambiguous. They chose two relatively thin educated youths to serve as primary school teachers. Originally, I chose two lesbians, but one **** said that she was still successful, and gave this spot to the glasses brother, for no other reason, this buddy's body is really bad, the literary talent and the physique are inversely proportional, male version Lin Daiyu, everyone is quite afraid that he will fall.

    The glasses comrade was so moved that his eyes were red, and he wanted to refuse, but was pressed down by everyone.

    Write down the list, they can see it, they are all high school students, let them be teachers. As for other educated youths, they take turns teaching literacy classes, and they can earn a lot of extra work points a month.

    The primary school was completed in a hurry. The team bought blackboards and chalk for money, and other desks and chairs were made of wood.

    Little Glasses worked for a few days, and a monthly magazine of a novel was sent to the village. It turned out that Little Glasses wrote 'that bowl of ham and winter melon soup'. His writing ability is excellent, and it was the most mundane thing in life, but in his writing, it is full of taste and aftertaste.

    Little Glasses used ham as a metaphor for educated youth like them, and winter melon as a metaphor for the countryside. They were all common foods, one was too salty and bitter, the other was bland and tasteless, but once the two collided and blended, they would Incredible changes, like that bowl of ham and winter melon soup.

    It was sent along with the monthly magazine, and there was a manuscript fee of 8 yuan. It was not much money, but because it was earned by writing words, it seemed very rare.

    The villagers didn't have the concept before, and it was incredible to hear that they could get money in just a few thousand words. They quickly established an equation in their minds, knowledge equals money. All of a sudden, many families who would have preferred to put their children in free-range have sent their children over, mostly boys and a few girls.

    The educated youth have been influenced by new ideas, and most of them are not patriarchal people. Even if there are, they will treat them equally on the surface. They told the villagers that if they are reluctant to pay a child's tuition fee of one dollar, Then let the girls come to the literacy class at night. Anyway, they don't need money and don't take up the time of labor reform, right?

    There are many more girls in the literacy class. Not all girls can realize that this is good for them, but they feel a little bit, all of them are very serious, and their eyes are full of thirst for knowledge.

    "When these children come out and go to school, it will be a good bowl of slow-simmering soup." The old educated youth took a pen and scribbled on the paper, thinking about teaching them tomorrow What can adults do to mobilize their enthusiasm.

    "I saw that last time Comrade Zhaoming used the form of a story to be very good, entertaining and entertaining. Many people came here not to recognize words, but to listen to the story."

     "Sister Xiaohua is also good, and she also compiled a formula for reading."

    Everyone is discussing the content of tomorrow night's teaching, which is very enjoyable.