I was born in the Xinjiang Corps, and my family was in a grassroots company when I was a child.
(At the end of 1986, in the winter of thousands of miles of ice, my father and mother, with the approval of the leaders of the regiment headquarters and the division headquarters, ended their careers as soldiers in the Northwest Frontier Corps for more than 20 years, returned to their hometown in Henan, and went to work in Pingdingshan City.) My brother and I went with him. ）
In the summer of 1985, the loudspeaker in the company office heard the Sichuan dialect of Zhu's father, a Sichuan boy, which means: Young people who are willing to work can come to the company office to sign up.
When I heard the news, I hurriedly told my mother, who was adamantly opposed and told me that middle school students should be in school. I hurried straight to ZXR's house after tea and dinner, wanting to tell ZXR the surprise news, ZXR heard the news I said, her face was calm, and she said that she had gone to the company office to report work and did not plan to go to school. I told ZXR about my situation and hurried away.
A few days later, when she saw the smiling ZXR again, she regained the innocence and happiness of her previous school days and told me that her father, mom and sisters had discussed it again and that ZXR could continue her studies in middle school.
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In the early autumn, for 10 days before the end of the summer vacation, my brother and I worked every day on the farmland contracted by my parents. At first, my father picked up the larger ripe melons in front and put them aside, and my mother and I and my younger brother gathered the melons together.
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On the side of the pile, spread a thick transparent plastic sheet, artificially knock the melons and pull out the black melon seeds, concentrate a certain amount, dry them on the Gobi Desert and put them into sacks, and then store them. I heard my mother say that the foreign trade unit of the regiment department buys black melon seeds. I guessed from my mother's puzzled gaze that I didn't know what the black melon seeds were for; Follow the times, and plant whatever crops are popular.
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The appearance of the melon is round, the size is about the same as the watermelon, the inside is a pale yellow melon pulp, covered with melons that are larger than the watermelon seeds, the only sweetness is faint and weird, the entrance is disgusting, there is no watermelon red charming, sweet and tempting, and the entrance is greedy.
After about 10 hours of busy work every day, my father, mother, and I and my younger brother were tired and had back pain, so close to noon, they sent someone home to cook and deliver the food to the farmland. Unlike other farthest land contractors, it is good to be a few kilometres away from the company's residential area.
In the fall of 1985, two hours before school ends in the afternoon of the third day of school, the homeroom teacher speaks to the whole class. It is said that the school leaders held a collective meeting of all teachers and students (junior high school and high school) on the playground south of the teaching building, (2 hours before school in the afternoon, this time is generally the time for self-study class, physical education class, and music class), and the homeroom teacher also instructed the students to bring their own benches. The class teacher will lead the whole class to the school playground, and the whole class will sit down in the designated position. There are junior high school students and high school students on the playground. On the high platform in the distance, there is a teacher who talks about the rules of the school and regulates the thinking of a small number of students.
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At the end of the meeting, the principal read out the list of students who were admitted to the university, and more than a dozen students were admitted to the high school, and the competition was becoming increasingly fierce, and there were many people who were not on the list. The father and mother of one of the new college students with the surname S know my father and mother, and also know my relatives who work and live in the Youth League headquarters. A few years ago, when I was younger, I heard my parents talk about my brother's parents, saying that both husband and wife were military doctors in the army in their early years, and they came to work in the regimental health team where my family was located with the army. In the classroom, I also heard a girl say that her brother surnamed S who was admitted to university has a younger sister, and her academic performance is also among the best (parents are talented, children are also competitive, as the saying goes: dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and children of mice will make holes).
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In the mid-1980s, colleges and universities had a strict system of recruiting college students, and the number of places was limited. Like, thousands of troops crossed a single-plank bridge. As we all know, most of the high school students have no chance at college and have a bleak or confused future. It's not that you can't live without going to college, but you want to compare your face and life prospects.
In the 1980s, the children of the XPCC had a bright future, devoted themselves to studying, worked hard, and fell into dire learning all the time. The students are studying diligently, hoping that once in high school, they will get out of the closed and remote Bingtuan farm, completely get rid of the agricultural production of "facing the loess and facing the sky", and give themselves a relatively broad future.
At that time, I was a student who was very good at studying, and there were too many classmates who were better than me in learning, and I was very disappointed that I changed my destiny through school.
One of my classmates was familiar with a girl
On Saturday afternoon, I came home from school and hurried to the farmland contracted by my parents, and by the way, I told my parents the good news that my brother S was admitted to university; Mom and Dad seemed to hear it and didn't seem to hear it, just busy with their hands to pick up the black melon seeds. I rushed to help. This season's melons are ripe, and the black melon seeds are pulled out in the wet and slightly cold melon pulp with both hands. At this time, the weather is close to frost, and the green of the farmland is about to turn brown.