Chapter 2 two

Yes, I am in a good mood today.In the morning, when I was eating the last meal on the labor reform farm, because those of us who have been released and employed can no longer eat with the brigade, at the window of the kitchen, I ran into a patient I met in the hospital—a lecturer in the Department of Philosophy of a famous university in Northwest China. .He has also been released and is waiting for the farm to contact him. "Zhang Yong阋Pisi Saejun*Although he was still wearing the labor reform farm uniform and had a big soup stain on his chest as usual, he congratulated me with the most gentle gesture and shook hands with me like a gentleman. This kind of etiquette is already a matter of another world for me. But the strange thing is that this most common etiquette brought me back to the world I was very familiar with. So I tried my best to He chatted with him in the noisy kitchen window with full scholarly demeanor.

"What about that book?" I asked, "How can I return it to you? Send it to..." "No need!" He held a pot of thin soup in one hand, and waved it generously with the other, as if at a cocktail party, "Give it to you! Maybe..." He looked around with detached eyes, "You From there, I can also know how we became like this today." "We? Are you referring to us? Or..." I also looked cautiously at the crowd.One prisoner suspected that the cook's spoon had been tilted, and was clamoring hoarsely into the window to scoop it up again. "Or our... country?"

"Remember," he said to me with professorial solemnity, poking his forefinger on my chest (where there was also a large smear of soup), "our destiny is bound up with the destiny of our country. together!" I appreciate his words and his demeanor.Where the human body is least free, the wings of thought can fly freely.In order to prolong this kind of spiritual enjoyment, although I peek at the window from time to time (don’t go too late, once the window is closed, the cook will be impatient to serve you. ; as a punishment), but at the same time said with equal dignity: "However, the first chapter is difficult to follow. That dialectic ... uses abstract theories to explain the concrete process of value formation ..."

"Read Hegel!" He reminded me with a surprised expression, as if I had a library where I could read any book, and then frowned, "You must read Hegel. You must read Hegel. Er. His theory is inherited from Hegel. After reading Hegel, the first chapter "Commodity" will be easy to understand. As for the second chapter, the third chapter and the second chapter "The Transformation of Money into Capital "It's not a problem..." "Yes, yes." I nodded repeatedly with the elegant gesture that I often see in the corridors of colleges, "The "Preface to the First Edition" alone attracted me, but unfortunately in the past, I only read literature..." Our conversation The elegant conversation ended just right.He said goodbye to me, and after carefully carrying the pot of thin soup and leaving, I jumped to the window and reached into the can, just as the cook was about to lower the board. "What the hell did you do?!"

"I'm here to help pack the luggage." I immediately changed my face and smiled humbly and flatteringly, "This is my last meal!" "Oh——" The cook glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, took my can, scooped up a scoop and then added more than half of it. "Thank you! Thank you!" I nodded hastily. "Wait." Another older cook wiped his wet hands and walked to the window, looking at me with his head, "Is that the one who crawled out of the dead people?" "Yes, yes .” His intimate tone flattered me and gave me a hope that I couldn’t even imagine. "It's so fucking difficult for you!" Sure enough, he picked up a pair of barnyard noodle buns left over from yesterday from the drawer by the window, and patted them on my hands like chicken feet, "Take it!" After I thanked them again, the two of them put down the black window panels with a snap.They don't want others to be grateful. They have heard too much of it and are tired of hearing it.This is the real "ancestors have spirits"!There was a scoop and half a scoop of porridge with vegetable leaves in the can, and there were two barnyard noodle buns in his hand.two!not one!These two steamed buns are a daily quota: one in the morning and one in the evening.What kind of porridge is porridge!Very thick, it can be said to be sticky rice!Making thick porridge is also an opportunity that we usually can't find when we search for it.Because of the salt in the porridge with vegetable leaves, this kind of rice will become more and more agitated.The cook has mastered this rule, and he can follow his whims and needs, or stir desperately for a while before serving the meal, and turn the thick ones up, so that the people in front of the line will be stained-"ancestors have spirits"!Either scoop it up steadily, the thick one will sink to the bottom, and the people in the back will be lucky!The latter situation mostly occurs when the cooks are too busy to eat before the meal starts—they have to save the thick rice at the bottom of the bucket for themselves.Under normal circumstances, the cooks hope that we will scramble to cook meals—they will rest early after the meal is finished.However, no one knows what kind of situation the cook will be in at which meal; besides, we have a large number of people, and there are more than a dozen large wooden barrels nearly one person tall in the kitchen, and it is impossible to predict which barrel the cook will put. Leave the thick rice for yourself... All in all, the opportunity to make thick rice is more elusive than changes in the world economic situation, and it depends entirely on chance and luck.

Today my luck is very good! And this happened on the first day of my new life! That's a good sign!So I'm very happy!