Chapter 39 lamp

The old man Zhang Weiru has recently become interested in that kerosene lamp. No matter when he comes back from work, the first thing he does is to clean the lamp seriously.When I bought this lamp, even the old man couldn't tell.Round lamp base, high neck, a round iron box squatting on it, the lamp head is on the small post protruding from the round box.It looked old and strange.After the old man wiped the lamp and added enough oil, he put it on the small platform under the window opening, and leaned over the small square table to write and draw.At this time, the old woman would mutter to the side: "I'm old, I want to study again when I'm old, let you take the exam for the old number one." What’s important!” Not only the old woman was surprised, but also the neighbors: what is the old man doing by lighting a lamp every day to boil oil?

One rainy night, the production team leader came back from the field and walked by the old man's house. He looked in through the round window and saw that the old man was writing something seriously on the table.The captain gently opened the door and walked in.The old woman was about to say hello, but the captain quickly waved her hand.Perhaps the old man was so focused on the paper that he didn't notice anyone coming in, and the captain didn't want to disturb him, so he just stood behind him and watched. On an old piece of paper, the old man only wrote two lines: There are three hundred and eighty-three people, each person has one tael per day, which is thirty-eight catties and three taels, and one month is one thousand one hundred and forty-nine catties.  …

After writing this, the old man raised his face and stared at the oil lamp in a daze. "Ruye, what kind of account is this?" The old man looked back and saw that it was the captain. He hurriedly put down his pen, took off his reading glasses, and said, "It's you! What a coincidence, what a coincidence, I just wanted to tell you something." "What's the matter?" asked the captain. "It's a matter of life." The old man said, putting on his reading glasses again, and picking up the piece of paper, "Listen first: our team's wheat harvest is bumper, the corn is on the field again, and the sorghum and millet are excellent. But, the rich Don't forget the old adage that you have to live poorly! If you don't save now, it will be too late in winter..."

The captain suddenly understood the meaning of the old man's words on the paper. Zhang Weiru is a 64-year-old old man who is the "consultant" of the production team. He has provided many valuable suggestions for the team in the past six months. Hoeing the sloping land. The old man suggested to prepare manure early for autumn planting and accumulate more manure. Tonight, the old man is busy making plans for the whole team to spend the day... Think about it, there is such a Good staff, how can the captain be unhappy. He picked up the cattail fan on the table and fanned the old man, saying, "Master Ru, you are so thoughtful!"

Xu Shi saw the excitement of the production team leader, she slowly took out a stack of B paper from under the bed, handed it to the team leader, and said, "Look, this is all drawn by the old man, I don't know what kind of weird monster it is! "The captain took a look, one by one, all four places were built by the old man.The captain turned the light on and looked carefully.The old man was stroking his beard and smoking a cigarette. An old man put down his cigarette pipe and said slowly: "Those who have passed their sixties always think of living a day to live a better life for everyone. After death, let everyone say that my old man lived in the new society in vain."

The next day, the production team leader brought the old man a beautiful lamp with a high-neck shade.After the sun went down, the light from the small round window became brighter. (August 20, 1961)