Chapter 3 three

In fact, I usually eat more than ordinary prisoners. As long as it is porridge instead of barnyard buns, I always eat about 100CC more than others.The trick is in this can of mine.Since the spring of 1959, when the kitchen did not cook dry rice, only gruel was cooked, the habit of using large pots for cooking immediately rose in the labor reform farms, and the porcelain bowls were quickly phased out.Because the cook scoops the soup very quickly, if you use a small tableware, the dripping soup will drip back into the bucket, which is undoubtedly a loss.With an open tableware, the soup at the bottom of the ladle will of course fall into the basin and belong to oneself.The washbasin is too big, and it is not easy to send it to the window if it is bumpy, and the porridge will be all over the washbasin, but the gain outweighs the loss.That must be a children's washing utensil smaller than a washbasin but larger than a rice bowl.In hard times such implements were hard to come by.However, the "director of the sales department" has a way.I suspect that he even stole children's products from department stores and hoarded them at home, or that his remnants haven't caught them all yet.Anyway, he asked his wife who was equally annoying to visit him once a month to buy one for everyone in the group.Of course, his service will not be in vain.He often brags in front of me that although others have sent it inside, they still "have a way" outside.Just like a spider has formed a web and waits for a bug to jump on it, waiting for me to ask him.At that time, he will put on all kinds of faces and say all kinds of words to make fun of me.But I just don't buy his account.I was penniless, and I had no food from outside to pay him, the broker, as commission.My mother lived under the fence in Beijing, weaving plastic net bags for the streets, and earning ten yuan a month. I didn't have the nerve to ask her to send something to her.But I have my way.I have a five-pound can of American "Kling" powdered milk that I brought from outside.This is a property I inherited from a bourgeois family.

I wrapped a wire firmly around it, twisted it into a handle, and converted it into an enamel jar with a handle, but it was much larger than ordinary enamel jars.Although its caliber is only as big as a rice bowl, and although the soup dripping outside the rice ladle is sacrificed, due to its depth and the physical and geometric principle that the capacity of a cylindrical container is the largest for containers made of the same material, It always makes the cook seem to scoop less rice for me than others, so I have to add a little more every time I scoop rice.And this "a little bit" is much more than what is spilled outside.Every time I return to the hall from the dining window, the "director of the sales department" will hold his brand-new children's washbasin with a kitten washing his face, and wave it in front of me with a high-spirited look.This made it easy for me to see where his porridge hit the kitten's waist.Once, when the whole team was out of work and I was the only one staying in the cell for sick leave, I filled my can with water until the water level reached the level of my usual porridge, and then poured it into the in his basin.The test proves: I have 100CC more than him in every meal!The water covered the kitten's paws holding the towel.

This 100CC is obtained by using human visual error. My cultural knowledge is used here! But after all, the basin has the superiority of the basin - it can make people lick the rice clean. The "Director of the Sales Department" licked the basin in a very special gesture.Instead of burying his face in the basin and licking it once and for all, he held the basin to cover his face, stuck out his tongue, and dexterously turned the basin with both hands.If you use your imagination, it looks like a glass worker blowing a round glass vessel, and it also looks like a tambourine in a Uighur song and dance.Soon, his posture was also popularized in the group with the pots he bought on his behalf.Cans are not lickable, what a shame!I can only rinse it with water after each meal, and then drink the water from the can.Tinplate cans are not like enamel basins, they will rust soon if they are not wiped dry.

So I have to dry it carefully with a towel after every meal and put it on a dry and ventilated windowsill.This of course aroused the displeasure of the "director of the sales department".At the weekly "Life Review Meeting", he accused me of "not changing the bad habits of the bourgeoisie" and "not having any working people's style of life". Although I was also secretly ashamed and felt that his criticism was not unreasonable, but when I thought of the extra 100CC, I felt relieved in private. The relationship between the two of us has always been like this: he always thinks that he has overwhelmed me both spiritually and materially, and I always think that he has overwhelmed him both spiritually and materially.Right now, I just think I beat him mentally and physically.I ate more than half a scoop for breakfast than him, and my scoop was full of thick sticky rice. Until now, I still feel that they have not been fully digested in my stomach, and they are still faithfully providing me with calories.And his ladle was nothing but thin soup.Although he chewed the yellow radish until it was rattling, is there a steamed bun in his arms?No!Sure he didn't!In my arms, there are two genuine barnyard flour buns.I take it out and eat it whenever I want.I don't eat it now just because I don't want to eat it.Blessings should not be enjoyed too much; extreme happiness will inevitably lead to sorrow.This is the philosophy of life that I have experienced in four years of labor reform. "Go! Car go far away!" I rushed to the cart, then turned around and yelled loudly at a few people in the radish field.I still have advantages over him.I realized that today I can leave that dirt road, today I can cross that ditch, that canal, today I can go to this field to find Huang Carrot (whether you find it or not is another question), today? Today? You can go back to the cart whenever you want; Those who will be dominated by will are not dispatched by the captain and squad leader, and there is no need to call and report to the captain and squad leader for everything. Although the "director of the sales department" also acted in this way, and he acted earlier and faster than me, but unconsciously using this freedom and consciously realizing that he has obtained this freedom are both mentally Just on a different level.

I felt that I was nobler than him and had more spiritual enjoyment than him. Although I didn't find the yellow radish, I was still satisfied and caught up with the cart with a sense of spiritual victory. "Let's go! The young master is giving orders!" I heard the "Director of the Sales Department" shouting to the others from behind.After a while, they also followed.