Chapter 7 After enlisting in the army in 1928 - the soldier

Outside the camp gate, he woke up as soon as the wake-up horn blew.Thinking of calculating his new career on the bed last night, he flipped over and got up from the hard plank bed.It was still dark in the room.On the window lattices pasted with yellow bamboo strips and paper, there is only a little peach-colored thin ash.He fumbled for his shoes under the bed with his feet, then walked to the window. The movable window was pushed open, and the sweet morning air outside, with a little smell of horse manure, came into the house through the window.The trumpeter who had just finished blowing his trumpet was standing next to the big stone lion in front of the camp gate, holding the trumpet to his mouth, practicing single notes repeatedly from high to low—from low to high.The two guards at the gate of the camp, as if they had just changed their shift, stood upright, allowing a shadow to be drawn on the gate by a lamp hanging above them with ash flames.A groom, with bare arms and what seemed to be a large bundle of horse grass in his hand, passed under the window.The two water bearers also seemed to have no clothes on, whistled lightly, and walked out of the camp gate to fetch water.On the other side of the lobby, there is a sweeper with a big bamboo broom, slowly sweeping in front of the stone steps.

It can also be heard vaguely like arguing with someone and cursing.The clock on the outside wall is still killing the time.In the lobby, there is that square lamp hanging in the middle, the same as the one in front of the camp gate, it will take some time before it goes out, it looks lonely, it emits gray and yellow dim light, it is all bleak. The sky gradually turned from peach gray to silver red, and it was thinly plated with gold. In the room, there is also yellow morning light coming in, all the scars of the times on the walls are here and there.In some places, where the powder ash peeled off, large earthen bricks appeared.

His eyes moved from these scars, and he saw the military cap he had just received from the adjutant yesterday, stuck to the wall like a big fish.The oilcloth visor on the hat, in this golden shimmer, also reflects black light.The ground was wet, and when I saw the ground, I couldn't help but think of his "Wen Xun is Coming", so I went to the bed, hooked my waist down, and dragged the bookcase out from under the bed.However, he immediately seemed to think of something more important, so he repeatedly pushed the box onto the bed—the box was too heavy, and he kicked him too hard before he returned to the bed.

He didn't forget how others were surprised at his timidity when he was led to the upper room for the adjutant to meet the commander for the first time, so he determined to look like an adult in everything.Since getting up at this time, the first thing is of course to make the bed first!The pillow was patted twice, it was a pillow made of white bamboo cloth gnawed into ruffles under the action of a sewing machine, it was worth a dollar, and it was brought from my sister-in-law to save face because I was going out.The quilt cover is a quilt cover with a gray surface of electric light cloth, which is folded into a three-fold water style.However, walking away a little, he remembered the rule that others told him that the three folded water style is only suitable for home, so he hurriedly shook it and folded it into a dry tofu style.

There is a pair of trousers that were changed last night. After stuffing them under the mattress, the homework on the bed seems to be over. Go to the window and stick out your head again.As for the messenger room in his own house, the door was still closed, probably the messenger had eaten too much wine and was still dreaming freely!Outside the pingzi, it is all golden yellow.In Dacaoping, a group of soldiers has come to practice running there.The little guard passed by the window, looking as if he hadn't slept enough, wiped his eyes with one hand, and took a bowl with the other hand to leave the camp gate.When he got to the door, the hand next to the eyes was temporarily raised up to salute, but it disappeared.

... The army, this thing is strange, it moves under the horn, like a big creature, and when the lights are turned off and the horn blows out at night, all of them die! Because when I first arrived, I found this kind of shocking thing.Later, I thought it was ridiculous, so I laughed.Now I have to live under the trumpet like others, and I always think this is a funny life.I hope that there is no element of distress in the funny fun, so that it is easy to support. He didn't forget to wash his face after getting up.But it is the responsibility of others to put him here; as for the matter of washing his face, it cannot be said to be the responsibility anyway!Washing the face and eating and relieving urination, of course, you have to find it yourself.He didn't know whether he wanted to go to the big kitchen himself, or if soon a servant would bring buckets of water to the people in the various rooms.He thought again: Maybe this place is the same as the county normal school. The washroom was prepared in advance.He wanted to find someone with a more friendly face to ask where the bathroom was, but no one he saw from under the window looked like he had washed his face.There is a lot of oily smoke and dust on everyone's face.The little guard obviously woke up from a good dream of "picking up eggs and being broken", and was woken up by the captain of the guard patting his buttocks with the palm of his hand. The yellow things that remained in the corners of his eyes were his confirmation.

... No wonder, one or two, their faces are so "smeared black"! He thought that everyone didn't wash their faces, which resulted in dark faces.But, I can't do it myself!In the basket was a brand-new tripe cloth towel that hadn’t been soaked in the water, a piece of Asuka brand osmanthus soap, a round box of invincible brand tooth powder, and fragrant honey for wiping the face. To live up to these things! "It's better to ask, the word is the way", so he went out of his room. "Ah, Mr. Conveyor! Good morning!" A little orderly in the adjutant's office saw that he accompanied the chief messenger to the adjutant's office yesterday, and he had new respect for him.

This was the first time he was called to convey it, although the word "Mr." was added in the conveyance, and he felt ashamed, and he was ashamed to ask the orderly for advice.He nodded with the little soldier, made a smile on his face, and he walked away to the side of the lobby. Watch the clock, the clock is twenty to five o'clock. ...I conveyed it today, and I will do it in the future! "Convey, come here", "Convey, you go", here and there, they will chase and shout to convey!A bunch of unused words will become intimate in my ears all day long, like a leprosy attached to the head, unable to get rid of, it is really terrible... However, there is no way to do it, just like the soap and tooth powder in the basket at this time The same: It is right to endure grievances, unless you don’t come here.If he doesn't come here, he is a student, and people will not call him such an unusable name, and he will not be implicated in the position derived from this name, and he will not be able to - if he wants to wash his face, he can freely give him a new cow Wipe the soap with a belly cloth towel, wipe your face in hot water, and you can see the interesting reflection of your own face covered with white foam on the enamel of the basin, which is quite natural.

He hoped to meet the secretary of the Chengfa Office again.They went to school together, and when they saw each other, they could talk a few words, and say "good evening" and "good morning" to each other. Although they were polite, they didn't lose anything on both sides. In the end, they could tell everything they didn't know. Ask the person about things, such as washing face, eating, taking a rest, etc., as well as obedience in duties, and etiquette to superiors.He couldn't be slower than this, and he also needs to know, how much is the real monthly salary of an ordinary sergeant class messenger?Is it necessary to pay the salary after one month?He calculated from last night that he had to cut his hair at least once during minor expenses, otherwise, he would have looked extremely ugly.And the mouth is also like hairy, even if it is not a beard, it is not elegant.He didn't want people to say that he was too young, but at the same time, he didn't want to be in front of the commander in the future, because of the fine hair on his hair and face, the commander would estimate his actual age by a few years.And tidy himself up well, and when he was exhibited in front of a group of superiors and colleagues, he thought that his ambition would not be neglected because of his humble position.He longs to be seen by his conduct as a well-educated man.People praised him for his beauty, which was also quite useful to him.

It was a meticulous temper that he developed in school.This temper, in his mind, even if it can't be said to be good, it is still walking on the opposite path from bad. The secretary of the Chengfa Office probably hasn't gotten up yet, so he didn't come out.The pair of watermen splashed the water in the bucket from the outside, blew their whistles, walked into the hall and then went to the big kitchen.For no reason, he quickened his pace and drove him down. Turn around the lobby, from the left, under the window of the adjutant's office, a small moon arch passes, and the big kitchen, the wooden bucket of any size on the first side is already standing in front of you.The two watermen climbed up the short wooden ladder next to the bucket one by one, and dumped the water down.

When the waterman walked away, he was still standing there admiring the great thing.The whole body of the barrel is made of fir wood hooped under two thick iron bars, and it is more than six feet high.Thinking of this big bucket, at least you can swim, kick your feet, and blanch.If it doesn't fall into the water, it can also drown people like in a river pool.At the end, I thought of the appearance of my friend who drowned in the water in the county. His white face, gray slightly opened eyes, ears and toes that had been bitten into many small flowers by fishes all came alive before his eyes. With his face still unwashed, he went back to the gate of the messenger office.Looking into his room from the window, it was dark at first, because he came from the light, and the light was blocked by his sticking head in the room.But it didn't take long for it to become clear.The patterned gray quilt was covered in an obedient square shape on the calico mattress.A white pillow with flounces is also still lying on it.The roof and the white shed have many traces of rain, like a landscape painting or a seal.The ground looked as if it had just been watered, and in some places, it was faintly green with life. He thought of "Vinson" for the second time, and couldn't bear it to absorb moisture under the bed anymore. When he returned to the room, he took out the "Ancient Classics" that was placed in the same place as "Wen Xun" in the box, and put it on the writing table near the window.The book is a pretty good edition, very valuable, but unfortunately, in this somewhat dim house, it is no longer easy to appreciate the stamp of "Jiandelu Book Collection Ying" on paper. After he placed the book between the big stone inkstone and the red-colored ocean iron box, he had nothing else to do.I always think that I should do something, no matter what, punching and taking a deep breath are also good.He knew that he didn't need to ask about his duties before he delivered the chief's instructions.At this time, it is just for myself.But what can I grab?You can't even wash your face! Afterwards, I searched for it in my mind, and only then did I remember the official diary in the drawer.He flipped through one last night, and saw that there were many words written on it, and various faces were drawn in a joke. It was a booklet left by a soldier who left this room, and it was called "Official Affairs". But some private things were recorded.I opened it casually, and on one page, it was written: It rained today, and it didn't stop all morning, and the ducks on the street were full of joy.When I poked my head out of the window, I could see the gray sky with a sad mood.A drop of water splashed on the face, probably the house leaked.The sound of raindrops dripping from the eaves to the front of the steps was tiresome and annoying. The floor in the lobby was slippery, and a small guard came in from outside singing the military song "The General's Southern Expedition". He stepped forward, and rushed forward in the posture of a hungry dog ​​grabbing shit. When he got up, his face was painted, like Mr. Bao, with the fried dough stick in his hand dipped in mud, his face was rotten and he left.I don't know how angry the master will be when the deep-fried dough sticks dipped in mud are presented to the master in the future, how the guards will tremble, and the water bearers will be guilty!Rain's sin! Turning another page is:—— I have nothing to do, and I will wet my shoes when I go out. I am not on duty, and I don’t have to work.Using the bamboo paper used to write the receipt, I drew a picture of the little guard who fell to the ground, but it was unsuccessful.But his eyebrows were so gathered together, and he looked unhappy, just like him who just got up from the ground.Not long after, I saw the child come out again, his clothes had been changed, his feet were bare, he was wearing a cloak, and he was holding a bowl, his face had been wiped of sorrow by the teacher and his face, but the song was no longer sung. After receiving this page, there is a picture of a child in a rather long and disproportionate military uniform, with a large military cap on his head, stroking his face with one hand, or a former colleague For the child who fell, I carefully traced it to this book for the second time.There is a word next to it, which is "I can't sing!" Another page is counted, and it is roughly like "Drinking in the Lion House" and "Three Qi Zhou Yu". This is the style of my colleague again. Although the painting is ridiculously clumsy, it is innocent. He thought it was fun, so he kept flipping through it, or it was blank, but he filled in the sunny and rainy days, or memorized some official words about official affairs, which was always boring.This book ended with some Hu paintings.However, in the space where two fishes are painted on one page, there is another section: When the red flowers bloom on the back mountain, it looks like a cloud of clouds.There are quite a lot of crucian carp near the water mill in Xixi line. The big ones are as big as adults' palms, and the small ones are as small as children's palms. As long as you know how to fish, it's really convenient. So he planned a bamboo pole for fishing crucian carp, and this morning, his face was already dirty. August 27, 1926 at Xishan