Chapter 37 chapter Ten

The history teacher in the cave dwelling, and the student Zhong Yuemin who gritted his teeth.Qin Ling, haven't you noticed that under this broken hat is a head full of wisdom?With the original passion, pursuing the original dream, and feeling the original experience, let's go on the road.Qin Ling closed his eyes and murmured: Don't you want to experience the process?I am the process of a certain period of your life... The educated youth spot in Baidian Village also implements a rotation system for cooks. Each educated youth has to work on a rotation for ten days. I don’t know who invented this system. Almost all the educated youth spots adopt this method. This also expresses a desire for equality. , being the leader of the gang is always better than the next

Daejeon wants to be relaxed, and of course everyone should have a share in this kind of good deed. These few days it was Qin Ling's turn to cook, and she reluctantly accepted the job.In fact, she would rather work in the field than be a cook, because she is really afraid of going to the well to fetch water.Baidian Village belongs to an arid area, and has been short of water since ancient times. Outsiders can see the potter's wheel on the well platform. The well rope for lifting the water is 100 meters long, and the water level of the well water rises and falls regularly with the changes of the seasons. , the water level is nearly 100 meters above the ground when the water level is the lowest, and it is also 40 to 50 meters deep when the water level is high.Qin Ling is a slender girl with a long body, long neck, slender shoulders, slender waist, and long legs. She walks like a weak willow supporting the wind.This kind of beauty should live in the city and live a life of luxury and BMW, but Qinling did not have such a life, and did not catch up with the good times.When a person like her came to the rural areas of northern Shaanxi, it was like oranges being transplanted to Huainan and turned into waste.There is no need for such beauties in the countryside. What is needed here is a mother-in-law with big hands and feet, who can work in the pot and work in the fields, and can give birth to babies one after another.When Qinling fetched water for the first time, the bucket of water lost momentum before it was shaken halfway. When she let go, she was almost thrown into the well by a pulley.From then on, Qin Ling trembled when she saw the pulley on the well platform, she was really frightened.

Today she has to go to the well to fetch water, otherwise she won't be able to cook, no matter how scared she is, she has to bite the bullet and go.Qin Ling carried the bucket to the well platform, she looked into the mouth of the well, the inside was dark and bottomless, she threw a small stone in, and it took a long time to hear the sound of the stone entering the water, Qin Ling knew that it was useless to worry now For fetching water for today, she thought for a long time last night and finally came up with a solution. She took out a roll of luggage rope and tied it around her waist, and tied the other end of the rope to an old pagoda tree next to the well platform. This is an insurance measure to prevent her from being driven into the well by the potter's wheel.

Qin Ling took a deep breath and resolutely hoisted the bucket into the well.Although she had made sufficient mental preparations for fetching water this time, she still overestimated her ability. When the bucket of water was shaken halfway, her strength was exhausted, and she desperately grabbed the handle without daring to shake it. Let go, because letting go is more dangerous now, and the heavy crank could break her ribs.She panicked, knowing that no one would come to help her at this time, but she still instinctively shouted: "Who will help me, help me..." Qin Ling was already desperately planning to let go, when a miracle finally happened , a strong hand stretched out to grab the handle, Qin Ling sat down on the well platform as if collapsed... She saw Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong standing in front of her.

Zhong Yuemin took the handle, and after a few strokes, he lifted the bucket up to the edge of the well. Qin Ling recognized Zhong Yuemin, and she smiled gratefully: "Hey, the ginseng doll is here?" Zhong Yuemin was really angry: "Your male students in the educated youth school are too disrespectful. How can you let the female students do this kind of work? How dare they? If I didn't see it just now, the barrel would have to shake you into the well." go inside." Panting, Qin Ling explained weakly: "It's my turn to cook today, this is my job." "Then you should find a male classmate to fill up the water tank first."

Qin Ling admitted embarrassingly: "It's my fault, I'm so useless." Zheng Tong suddenly saw Qin Ling's luggage rope tied around his waist, and couldn't help laughing: "Is this your idea?" Qin Ling lowered his eyelids: "I'm afraid of falling into the well..." Zheng Tong stretched the luggage rope and said: "This rope is too long, do you know what the consequences will be? If you fall into the mouth of the well, you will hang your whole body in the air, with such a thin rope tied around your waist Combined with your own weight, it can kill you in an hour."

Qin Ling blushed, she really felt that she was very incompetent, why couldn't the other female students be as stupid as herself. Zhong Yuemin had already filled two buckets of water and shouted: "Zheng Tong, why haven't you picked up the pole yet? Why don't you have the eyesight?" Zheng Tong was very dissatisfied: "Why the hell are you using me?" "Help, buddy, Qin Ling and I want to talk about art." Zheng Tong reluctantly took the pole: "Still talking about art? You really think of yourself as an artist." Zhong Yuemin and Qin Ling walked back side by side, and Zheng Tong carried water to follow.

Zhong Yuemin said: "I'm friends with Li Kuiyong from your village. I wanted to come and see it a long time ago. I didn't expect to come a little early. They haven't closed their work yet. How about this? Let's cook for you first. Don't worry, we will bring our own food." What about dry food?" Qin Ling smiled and said, "Are you serious? They are all educated youths from Beijing. Can you come to our place without food?" "It's not easy, and your food is definitely not enough. To tell you the truth, we still have to go to the county town to beg for food."

Qin Ling suddenly realized: "Oh, you were the ones who made trouble in the county last time? We've heard about it. The villagers said that a group of bandits came from Beijing." They walked back to the educated youth spot and started cooking. Zhong Yuemin and Qin Ling made steamed buns together, and Zheng Tong sat by the stove and stuffed firewood into the stove hole. Zhong Yuemin asked: "Qin Ling, why are you called Qin Ling?" Qin Ling said: "What's so strange about this? My hometown is in the Guanzhong area, and my father's surname is Qin. When I was first born, my father couldn't think of a name for me. My mother said it should be called Qin Ling." "

Zhong Yuemin said: "When you sang that day, it really shocked me. You are professional enough. Where did you learn it?" "I learned it from my mother. She is a folk singer in the folk song and dance troupe. She sings folk songs in northern Shaanxi. I have heard them since I was a child, but how can you sing? You can sing very well." "My dad stayed in Yan'an. He liked folk songs in northern Shaanxi. I often listened to him singing when I was a child. After jumping in the queue here, I learned a lot from Du, the sheep herding man in our village." Qin Ling glanced at him and said lightly, "You are the son of a cadre? It must be that your family has been hit, right?"

"how do you know?" "There are roughly two types of children of cadres who come to northern Shaanxi to join the queue. One is idealists. The other is that their parents have lost power in politics, which affects their children, and they have no other way out, so they have to come." "Then maybe I'm an idealist?" "You're definitely not. Maybe you once had an ideal, but at least you don't have it now. I'm familiar with people like you, and we have some in our school. From the perspective of temperament, you are all similar." Zhong Yuemin became serious. He really wanted to hear how other people would evaluate his kind of people. He asked, "Qin Ling, tell me, what kind of people are we?" Qin Ling smiled and said: "I really want to hear it? Don't be unhappy when I say it. Simply put, this type of person is first of all aggressive and violent, and will draw his sword at each other if he doesn't agree with a word. Second, this type of person People dislike all orthodox preaching, and things that are sacred to others become a joke. Third, this type of people has a certain cultural taste and likes to read and study. The main motivation is that they do not want to I confuse myself with the common people, they like to show that they are different, so they also have a certain ability of independent thinking." Zhong Yuemin said: "According to your point of view, this kind of person is probably a hooligan with some culture. Do you dislike this kind of person?" Qin Ling said flatly: "It's not disgusting, it's just a kind of people in the crowd, neither hooligans nor good people, after all, there are not many good people and bad people in the world, most people are in the middle state. Just like Dean in the movie and Holden in the movie, they just hate the mediocre life and like to choose a way of life that suits them, and there is nothing wrong with that in itself." Zheng Tong asked in surprise: "Have you read all these books?" "Not only have I read it, but I also like it quite a bit. There are also "Climb Up" and "Train Ticket with Stars". They are all books I like." Zhong Yuemin also glanced at Qin Ling in surprise. He had the feeling that he had found a bosom friend. It seemed that the tens of miles of mountain road just now were not in vain.The books mentioned by Qin Ling are not publicly published books. They are only available in internal bookstores for senior cadres. It is said that they are used by senior cadres to "learn and criticize". The covers of the books are gray or yellow, without any decoration. , commonly known as "yellow book" and "grey book", these books are very fashionable in the circle of cadres' children in Beijing, both Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong have read these books. "You are right. Not everyone likes to be a good boy. In this world, no one is qualified to teach others, even the elders. We were first told to liberate all mankind, and then we had to be re-educated , I wonder why it is so unreasonable for someone to educate us and show you a way so that you have no choice but to go the way others want you to go. I envy Dean, I like the feeling of being on the road, it is nothing more than to experience a free and easy way of life." Zhong Yuemin said. Qin Ling agreed: "People always have some dreams. The most important thing in life is the experience and the process. Last year, a foreign mountaineering team encountered an avalanche while climbing Mount Everest. meaningful, because whether you reach the top or not, it will not make any difference to the actual life of human beings. But I cried for these athletes. I believe that they embarked on the journey because of the calling of their hearts. I I also believe that when they took the first step, they also expected that this might be a road of no return. But nothing can stop the call of the snow mountain, because that is the ultimate spiritual world in their hearts. They died for their dreams , They must have many beautiful and pure experiences, and they should not have regrets. Tagore said that a life that is too utilitarian is like a knife without a handle. It may be useful, but it is too unlovable. In our life, It requires some purely essential experience, the first experience." Zhong Yuemin said: "Kerouac's words are really good. I am still young, and I am eager to go on the road. With the original passion, pursuing the original dream, and feeling the original experience, let's go on the road." Zheng Tong asked, "Qin Ling, what kind of people do you belong to? Why have you come to northern Shaanxi?" Qin Ling smiled and said, "I should have come to northern Shaanxi, it would be strange if I didn't." Zhong Yuemin said: "Let's not talk about that, I came here today just to hear you sing. I like folk songs in northern Shaanxi. When I was young, I heard my dad sing Xintianyou, which made me cry. In fact, my dad has a broken voice and sings. It was not very good, and even out of tune. At that time, I thought, how can such a broken voice make me cry? Later I realized that it is better to sing, and there is something very sad in folk songs in northern Shaanxi. , sounds heart-wrenching." Qin Ling stared at Zhong Yuemin in surprise: "You feel very good, you have captured the soul of folk songs in northern Shaanxi." Zhong Yuemin thought for a while and then said: "The place in northern Shaanxi is very strange. On the surface, it looks like a barren land, but if you look carefully, you will find that there is something very profound hidden behind this appearance. " Qin Ling agreed: "This is a profound sense of culture, which is the accumulation of thousands of years of culture. There are many old sayings preserved in the northern Shaanxi dialect, such as the old folks saying shouting, calling shouting, listening to Wen Zou Zou , but in fact the speaker may be illiterate. The reason why there are no traces of ancient culture in the dialects of most areas, but the northern Shaanxi dialect is preserved. This is probably due to the geographical characteristics of northern Shaanxi. So is the elephant." Zhong Yuemin put the kneaded cornbread on the cage and said: "I think the sense of desolation in folk songs in northern Shaanxi is a kind of helplessness for suffering, which flows naturally from the heart. There is another problem. I didn't come to northern Shaanxi. I didn’t know before that most of the folk songs in northern Shaanxi are sour tunes as they are called by the people. This is a very interesting phenomenon. The language of these sour tunes is very straightforward. The folks don't seem to pay attention to its moral content, and they don't mean to condemn it at all. This leads to another question, whether China's thousands of years of feudal ethics can affect all the areas where Han people live, and will there be in some remote areas? What I left out, like the Shaanxi dialect you mentioned just now, is probably because of this reason. Of course, these ideas came after I went to the countryside." Qin Ling stared at Zhong Yuemin with soft eyes, she pondered for a long time before uttering a few words softly: "The sage's sermon is missing here..." Zhong Yuemin was taken aback: "What do you mean?" Qin Ling smiled and said: "This is a sentence from Wang Peiji, a scholar of the Imperial Academy in the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. At that time, the Emperor Guangxu sent this old man Zi was a special envoy and came to Shaanxi for investigation. After the inspection, he wrote a booklet and sent it to the emperor. This article is called "Qibigou". Their insults are also understandable, who wants others to scold their hometown.But I think a lot of what he said is true, even if I feel uncomfortable, I have to admit it. " Zhong Yuemin asked very interestedly: "Do you have this article in your hand?" Qin Ling nodded and said, "My father has a thread-bound book with this article on it. I copied it down, and I'm going to get it now."