The Heartless Mage Chapter 156: Remember the bittersweet

In the early morning, Wuxin and Su Tao packed a belly of steamed buns and shredded pickles, picked up a paste bucket and walked to the steel mill. Before leaving, he was afraid of being blocked by the manager, so he made a special appearance of being busy and confident, and only said hello to a thirteen-year-old girl in the publicity team. Before the little girl could react, he had disappeared with Su Tao.

Su Tao was carrying a schoolbag, which contained white glass and a kettle. Because he was afraid that he would be caught halfway along the way to attend the memorial service, Zhang Huang was at a loss when he ran all the way. When she entered the auditorium inside the steel mill, she asked for hot water to mix the paste, and she calmed down a little.

The person in charge of hosting the Yikusitian report is a female general under Wu Weiguo. The female general is famous. She was originally a nurse in the factory hospital. Last year, she became famous because she claimed to have cured mental illness with Mao Zedong Thought, and she even appeared in the newspaper. Within a month of being published in the newspaper, the nurse improved her medical skills, and under the guidance of Mao Zedong Thought, she was able to restore sight to the blind without a teacher, and sang dumbly. Of course, the blind and dumb beneficiaries have only heard their names and never seen them, but no one has looked into them, because the hospital leaders who dared to manage small nurses have all been criticized and criticized. The little nurse herself rose to the top and became one of the most influential figures in the factory.

The auditorium is very spacious, and the audience is full of Red Guards, from the age of seven to seventeen, who have suspended classes to make a revolution. The old and poor peasants who made the report were invited by the nurse to the countryside in person. They were all eloquent and eloquent people. At the moment, they were sitting in a row under the stage wearing ragged jackets and smoking bags. The tables and chairs on the stage have not yet been set up, so I unintentionally stepped on the bench to climb high, and posted slogans one by one. Su Tao held the paste bucket in one hand, and held his calf in the other, for fear that he would step on it with one foot. null.

The stage was lively, and the audience was even more lively, singing one after another, and the team danced loyalty in front of everyone. The atmosphere of the Yikusitian report meeting was peaceful at last, and when the stage was finished, Wuxin and Su Tao retreated to the back of the team and found an empty seat in the corner. The old and poor peasants came to the stage, and the speakers in the auditorium also played music: "The sky is full of stars, the crescent moon is shining, the production team is holding a meeting, complaining about the grievances, the evil old society, the blood and tears of the poor, thousands of people. Threads flooded my heart..."

The song "Don't Forget Class Suffering" is over, and the big and small children in the audience sing it again. When the little nurse finished her opening remarks, she also congratulated the great leader Chairman Mao and Chairman Mao's close comrade-in-arms, Deputy Commander-in-Chief Lin. The first old poor peasant, who was very poor in life and speech, recounted how he worked in the landlord's house for a day and two days when he was young, and how he was so angry that the landlord's wife stood on the field ridge and scolded him. Referring to his years of oppression, the old poor peasant laughed proudly: "How dare he, the old landlord, dare not give us food and drink? If he doesn't feed us enough, we won't work for him, and we will Grind foreign workers for him, what can he do? He beat me to kill me? I'm not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet, what am I afraid of? It's a big deal if he pushes me, he pushes me to go to another village! Burn his room!"

This old poor peasant is more and more arrogant, and he is a fearless rogue proletarian. Later, the host listened to him talk about his life more and more in detail.

The second old poor peasant was slow, and he listened much more to his words, and it was really bitter - he lost his parents when he was young, and went to the Kanto when he was a teenager. Back to his hometown in Kwannei. Referring to the past years, the old poor peasant smiled slightly: "I was young at that time and couldn't do heavy work, so I worked in a family's house and helped them run and do chores. At that time, I could earn eight sheep tickets a month, Eight dollars is a lot. I can buy two hundred kilograms of white noodles. What was my favorite food at that time? You haven't eaten it, you don't know it. It's delicious, it's delicious."

Speaking of this, the old poor peasant smacked his lips leisurely and fascinated, and then recalled the cold noodles in the Goryeo restaurant: "That guy, you are really good, you make a phone call, and the cold noodles will be given to you immediately. Bring it home. Haven't you seen that guy riding a bicycle, holding the handlebars in one hand, holding a large plate in the other, five or six bowls of noodles are stacked high on one plate, and he will never spill a drop of soup for you along the way. Kind of interesting, right?"

The Red Guards Red Guards swallowed their saliva, which was quite interesting, because a considerable number of revolutionary teenage generals only ate a bowl of cornmeal porridge while nibbling on their wotou in the morning before coming to recall their bitterness.

The old poor peasant squinted at the high ceiling of the auditorium, and continued to talk about the food in his memory, which made the audience salivate, even the little nurse couldn't stand it, and quietly asked the old poor peasant to talk about the bitter blood and tears of class hatred. The old poor peasants were very acquainted, and as soon as the conversation turned to liberation, the meal was immediately downgraded to wild vegetable soup and elm money rice, but it was still vivid, and the young generals could not wait to go out of the auditorium to plan trees on the ground. The little nurse saw through the essence of the second old poor peasant and decided that he was a foodie, so she immediately stopped his report and replaced the third old poor peasant.

It took less than ten minutes for the third old poor peasant to speak, and some children began to cry off the field, and the little nurse on the stage also had red eyes - too bad, a family of five children starved to death three, went out to beg for food He didn't let him go out of the village, so he sneaked out because he didn't have proof, and asked the militiamen to return it with the **** of a gun.

The cries gradually became continuous, and Su Tao also wiped away her tears. The little nurse pulled a piece of toilet paper and blew her nose, suddenly feeling that something was wrong. After listening carefully for a moment, she reached out and took away the microphone in front of the old poor peasant—the old poor peasant was talking about the great famine in the 1950s and 1960s, and had nothing to do with the old society.

The last old poor peasant appeared before the big and small children could react. The old poor peasant was serious and serious, and he said, "Eight generations of my ancestors were all beggars, my grandfather died on the way to beg, and my father died on the way, only I caught up. At a good time, I was born in the old society and grew up in the new China.”

The little nurse seized the opportunity and immediately stood up and shouted the slogan: "Remember class hardships, never forget blood and tears!"

The old poor peasant continued indifferently: "Before liberation, we were oppressed and exploited by the old and wealthy landlords. After liberation, I divided the land, became a family, and lived a happy life."

The little nurse shouted again: "Don't forget the Communist Party, and always be loyal to Chairman Mao!"

There was fierce applause from the audience, and the old and poor peasants said aloofly: "It turns out that the old and wealthy landlords are standing on the ground, the yellow is gold and white is silver, we working people, we have to stretch out our hands to them to ask for food. Drink. Now they are as poor as we are, and once they are poor, I will not be able to do anything, and I will have to follow along to farm.”

The little nurse picked up the teacup: "Old man, drink some water."

Because the little nurse didn't know who she was, she brought in four confused old and poor peasants, which led to the end of the Yikusitian report meeting in a strange and inexplicable atmosphere. The audience each got a bran nest with complex ingredients and a piece of sugar. The bran nest is bitter, and the sugar is sweet. After mentally recalling bittersweet and thinking about sweetness, they have to rehearse physically. Although the children did not have food or clothing, the bran wotou, which was used to remember bitterness, broke through the limits of the revolutionary teenagers. Wuxin, like the other half-old children, secretly found a place to throw the bran nest as soon as they left the auditorium, while Su Tao raised his head and asked him in a low voice, "Is there really such a thick and long cannabis flower? If there is, I will Half a stick is enough for a meal."

Inadvertently carrying the jingling empty paste bucket, he stuffed the remaining piece of candy into Su Tao's pocket: "Yes, but the twist is too big to fry, so there are very few twists that big. See you."

Su Tao immediately asked again: "Have you eaten?"

Wuxin shook his head: "I haven't eaten, I have eaten a small one."

Su Tao looked at him and asked, "In a restaurant in the old society, can you still send waiters to deliver meals to your home?"

Wuxin patted her on the back of the head: "Yes."

Su Tao thought about it for a while, because she felt incredible, so she was inexplicably excited: "Is there still elm money now?"

Wuxin smiled and said, "The elm tree has no money. The season is over. We have to wait until next year to eat it."

Su Tao was a little disappointed, and said to Wuxin: "Then... buy me a bun!"

Wuxin asked: "I'm spending all your money now, do you still need to apply to me?"

Su Tao asked back: "Didn't you say you want to control me?"

Wuxin was stopped by her question, thinking about it, but had nothing to answer.

On the way back to the headquarters, Wuxin spent two taels of food stamps and a dime to buy a small loaf of bread for Su Tao. Su Tao has two hundred yuan in her hand, which is the money that Lao Su left her to survive. I had no idea how long I would spend the two hundred dollars, so I planned very carefully. Su Tao stood in a secluded place. After opening the wax paper, she tore off the soft half piece of bread for Wuxin. Wuxin shook her head and said no, but she stretched out her hand persistently and refused to take it back.

Inadvertently took the bread and took a small bite like a bird. When Su Tao ate all of his own, he took Su Tao's hand and put the remaining half into her hand.

"I'm an adult, I've grown up, and I eat the same thing." He told Su Tao: "You eat more, and you will grow stronger in the future."

Su Tao whispered in a low voice: "I am also an adult."

Wuxin gently pulled her braid: "Wait until the Cultural Revolution is over, you can grow up again!"

Su Tao pinched half a piece of bread, but the bread couldn't help pinching. It looked quite big, but it was gone. After biting down half of it, she knew Wuxin was right. She also wanted to be a little girl who was ignored, but she was clearly growing all the time. Her shoulders were still thin, but her chest had pushed the tight-fitting vest to obvious waves; her waist was still thin, but her thighs were full and weighty. She could vaguely realize how good-looking she was. The more beautiful she was, the more afraid she was, as if she had revealed her wealth on the way to escape, but it was more dangerous than being poor. But at the same time, she also knew that she knew that she had nothing, and that she was left with a natural beauty.

Clap the bread crumbs on her hands, and she followed Wuxin back. When they returned to the No. 1 Middle School headquarters, the headquarters was already very lively. The memorial service ended early, and Gu Mingtang also died. Wuxin and Su Tao were about to go straight to the dining hall, but they were stopped by Minister Chen halfway through.

Minister Chen wrapped a small bag with a towel, which contained a small packet of antipyretics and two white flour steamed buns. Pulling Wuxin to the back of the cafeteria, he said sincerely: "Wuxin, please do something."

Inadvertently looking at him: "Speak."

Minister Chen put the towel in front of him: "Help me pass this to Gu Ji, who was locked up after Gu Ji came back."

Wuxin was surprised: "Isn't Gu Mingtang dead? Why is he still locked up?"

Minister Chen lowered his swarthy head: "He...he mourned his **** father on the stage."

Wuxin lowered her voice: "Didn't you say you want him to do it?"

Minister Chen sighed and said, "Yes, he's fired. He shot the first shot. After the shot, Gu Mingtang hadn't died yet, so he howled. Anyway, it made Comrade Xiao Dingmao uncomfortable. I'm glad, if he really can't, he can say it earlier, it's not necessary for him, right?"

Wuxin asked again: "Why don't you deliver it yourself?"

Minister Chen immediately shook his head: "I...I don't dare. You are so bold that you dare to beat me up. Do yourself a favor."

Inadvertently hesitated for a moment, then took the towel over.

Gu Ji was locked up in the empty storage room at the end of the hallway on the first floor. The storage room is dry and ventilated. It was originally used to store textbooks. Now the textbooks are gone, and there is only one Gu Ji in it. The window of the storage room is facing the direction of the building side, the window sash is wide open, and the iron fence is welded outside. Wuxin asked Su Tao to go to the cafeteria to eat first, while she tiptoed close to the window and whispered into the room, "Gu Ji, I'll bring you something to eat!"

Gu Ji sat in the corner with his knees in his arms, looking up at Wuxin in a daze. Wuxin shook the towel bag, because he looked pitiful, so he tried his best to be kind and happy: "Black Back asked me to bring you steamed buns."

When the voice fell, Gu Ji suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the window. He stretched out a big hand and clasped Wuxin's wrist tightly, he took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Someone! Someone is bringing food to the black and five types of bastards! Somebody! I caught a counter-revolutionary. Bad elements, I'm guilty of making merit!"

Wuxin was taken aback and wanted to run again, but couldn't. Gu Ji's hands were like iron tongs, and he kept clenching his bones.