Chapter 13 3
The sharp plowshare of the tractor is inserted into this virgin land.
The educated youth naturally lined up in a loose row and watched.
The tractor driver stared ahead with a solemn expression.
The company commander buttoned up the style button of the old windbreaker and stood there, as if there was some kind of god in front of him. He said piously: "The black land of the Great Northern Wilderness, you, please listen carefully. We worship you so much. I am so in awe of you. Those of us, no matter whether we are new or early, no matter where we come from, we are all your people when we come. In order to turn you into Beidacang, we don’t care about sweating Yes. Between you and us, it has always been - only when you lose your temper and turn your face and deny you, there is no time when we are sorry for you. This is fucking unfair. In order for us to get along well and treat each other well in the future, we Those who came earlier, and those who just came from the city, now bow to you three times respectfully, begging you to reward us with a bumper harvest next year. We are going to have the courage to plow on you, don’t you think to offend you..."
He seemed to have a lot to say, but after thinking about it, what he said was: "We have nothing more to say to you. Both of us, loyal or not, let's see the action!"
He took his hat off his head and bowed.
The educated youths couldn't help but stand at attention one by one when he was speaking.They followed the company commander and bowed.
After bowing, the company commander said to the old soldier driving the tractor: "Old Zhang, whoever wants to sit and feel with you, you can take him around!"
The old soldier nodded towards the educated youths.
So everyone rushed to the tractor together.
Wu Zhenqing shouted: "Everyone stop! I haven't spoken yet. Can everyone sit up? I said whoever gets on first should get on first. Don't pretend to be humble, but it's useless to fight!"
His eyes scanned everyone.
Zhang Meng and Hao Mei stood together. When he looked at them, Hao Mei thought that she must be the first one, and walked towards the tractor before he could speak.But Zhang Meng couldn't help but retreat back.Maybe what she was thinking in her heart was that the last one to turn would be her own?
Unexpectedly, Wu Zhenqing said, "Zhang Meng."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Meng felt a little overwhelmed for a moment, looking at everyone's reactions, he looked at Wu Zhenqing hesitantly.
Hao Mei couldn't help but stop, and looked back at Wu Zhenqing, thinking that she had heard wrong.
Wu Zhenqing didn't even look at Hao Mei, nor at anyone.
He only looked at Zhang Meng, and said loudly, "Zhang Meng, you go first."
Hao Mei backed away a little unhappy.
Zhang Meng didn't seem honored, she was even a little uneasy, looked at the crowd and Hao Mei with an almost surprised look, as if she had to obey the order.She lowered her head and ran from Wu Zhenqing to the tractor.
The tractor roared and rushed forward, a black wave appeared on the wasteland... Many wild flowers had their roots cut off by plowshares. Hao Mei followed behind the black waves, picking them up regretfully... While the educated youths were not paying attention, the old workers quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Tsui Hark poked Han Debao: "Look, not only is he worshiped infinitely, but also superstitious." Wu Zhenqing gave them a blank look, and stopped them in a low voice: "It's more strange than rare!" The black waves kept rushing to the horizon. When the tractor circled back, Zhang Meng leaned out from the cab and waved to everyone. Zhang Meng jumped off the tractor, and all the educated youths surrounded her, eagerly asking, "How do you feel? How do you feel?" "Do you feel proud?" "Is it like being on a boat?" Zhang Meng said: "I can't tell. Anyway... there is such a special feeling, I want to... shout something!" Another educated youth got on the tractor. Another black wave appeared behind the plow. Wherever the footprints of pioneers are left, there must be flashes of outstanding spirit.Even if the times are distorted, this spirit should not be desecrated, even if the years are abnormal, this spirit should not be underestimated, because it is the bravery affirmed in the name of human beings from our ancestors to us... Labor begins. On sunny days, they stepped on the mud, supported blanks, and built small house frames. On rainy nights, they covered the stacked adobes and the half-built adobe walls with various things that could keep out the rain. Male educated youths mowing grass deep in the meadow. Female educated youths weave straw curtains in front of tents. Their figures are bathed in the morning glow to measure the land on the virgin land. The educated youths were writing letters to their families one after another. Wang Xiaosong's letter—Mom, I think I've been away from home for a long, long time, but counting the days, it's only been two months.At the end of this month, I can still send thirty yuan to my family.When I think that I can already earn money to support my family, I don't care about any hardships or tiredness.Really, Mom, I am very happy every day, don't miss me... Tsui Hark's letter - Dad, we don't live in tents anymore, we live in houses we built ourselves.We call the house we built the "Educated Youth Palace". In our small mansion, there is still a leak on the roof. I wonder if Dad has repaired it?Did you wipe the plaster for the second time?One night I had a dream, dreaming that my mother had moved into the small mansion I built for my family.The sun shone on my mother, making her warm.If I were to name our little Pianxia, I would call her "Mother Gong".Dad, don't be angry, this does not prove that I only have my mother in my heart.It's because I think my mother is too pitiful at home.Since I was paralyzed, I haven't been exposed to the sun... Letter from Wu Zhenqing—Hi, Mom and Dad!All is well.Don't miss it.As the leader of the first class, my son always feels like the parent of the educated youth.My son must keep in mind his father's teachings to his son, caring about the educated youths is better than caring about himself.Of course, we must also keep in mind the teachings of Chairman Mao and his elders...
The tractor roared and rushed forward, a black wave appeared on the wasteland... Many wild flowers had their roots cut off by plowshares. Hao Mei followed behind the black waves, picking them up regretfully... While the educated youths were not paying attention, the old workers quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Tsui Hark poked Han Debao: "Look, not only is he worshiped infinitely, but also superstitious." Wu Zhenqing gave them a blank look, and stopped them in a low voice: "It's more strange than rare!" The black waves kept rushing to the horizon. When the tractor circled back, Zhang Meng leaned out from the cab and waved to everyone. Zhang Meng jumped off the tractor, and all the educated youths surrounded her, eagerly asking, "How do you feel? How do you feel?" "Do you feel proud?" "Is it like being on a boat?" Zhang Meng said: "I can't tell. Anyway... there is such a special feeling, I want to... shout something!" Another educated youth got on the tractor. Another black wave appeared behind the plow. Wherever the footprints of pioneers are left, there must be flashes of outstanding spirit.Even if the times are distorted, this spirit should not be desecrated, even if the years are abnormal, this spirit should not be underestimated, because it is the bravery affirmed in the name of human beings from our ancestors to us... Labor begins. On sunny days, they stepped on the mud, supported blanks, and built small house frames. On rainy nights, they covered the stacked adobes and the half-built adobe walls with various things that could keep out the rain. Male educated youths mowing grass deep in the meadow. Female educated youths weave straw curtains in front of tents. Their figures are bathed in the morning glow to measure the land on the virgin land. The educated youths were writing letters to their families one after another. Wang Xiaosong's letter—Mom, I think I've been away from home for a long, long time, but counting the days, it's only been two months.At the end of this month, I can still send thirty yuan to my family.When I think that I can already earn money to support my family, I don't care about any hardships or tiredness.Really, Mom, I am very happy every day, don't miss me... Tsui Hark's letter - Dad, we don't live in tents anymore, we live in houses we built ourselves.We call the house we built the "Educated Youth Palace". In our small mansion, there is still a leak on the roof. I wonder if Dad has repaired it?Did you wipe the plaster for the second time?One night I had a dream, dreaming that my mother had moved into the small mansion I built for my family.The sun shone on my mother, making her warm.If I were to name our little Pianxia, I would call her "Mother Gong".Dad, don't be angry, this does not prove that I only have my mother in my heart.It's because I think my mother is too pitiful at home.Since I was paralyzed, I haven't been exposed to the sun... Letter from Wu Zhenqing—Hi, Mom and Dad!All is well.Don't miss it.As the leader of the first class, my son always feels like the parent of the educated youth.My son must keep in mind his father's teachings to his son, caring about the educated youths is better than caring about himself.Of course, we must also keep in mind the teachings of Chairman Mao and his elders...