C6

Wang Hong learned to Zhu Lao-Si with a winter of longing, a spring of hope, a summer of yearning, finally welcomed a autumn of melancholy. In the fall of this year, Zhu Lao Si married a salesperson from the village supply and marketing agency. In those days, salespeople were definitely a good profession, and didn't have to do any work in the fields. Some of the goods that were in short supply could still be taken advantage of by themselves, so some of the girls were fighting to marry the salespeople. On this day, Wang Hongshu sat on a wooden block in the courtyard, looking at the flock of geese flying southward in the sky. He let out a long sigh: "Ah, the best way to forget one person is to fall in love with another!"

Chen Yu Lu passed by the dirt road in front of the door and saw that Wang Hong seemed to be at a loss, so she stopped and said, "Hong, I'll give you a job."

"What kind of work?"

"You drive the carriage to the village to pick up a man."

"Who are you picking up?"

"The teacher who came to teach us."

"Alright!"

Hong Xuicao then went to the production team to hitch up a carriage and went to the countryside, singing "Look at the New City".

In the past few years, the number of students in the school had increased. A few years ago, when Liu Junqing came to our village, the villagers saw that he could read a lot of words and made him a teacher in the school. The teacher was tall and had a very white face. He had a very straight nose and a very high forehead. He had a wide mouth and a full beard. His teeth were white, his hair was thick and shiny black, and he was always neatly combed. His hands were huge, and he had sparse fur on his wrists. If you looked closely, he was not even thirty years old. We've never met anyone who looks like this. In the village, Madman Zhang had also concocted a smooth set for him: Liu Junqing, a fierce looking man with a full beard and chest. He had been a soldier in the Kuomintang. The villagers didn't care if he was a soldier in the Kuomintang. As long as he could read, he could become a teacher. He taught sports and singing at school, and spent his spare time roaming the country, taking pheasant potions. At that time, there were many wild chickens. At the edge of the village, one could see hordes of wild chickens. Each group had around twenty to thirty wild chickens. He was often seen riding his bicycle and carrying a dead chicken in a sack to sell in the city. Later, he and the daughter of the director of the supply and marketing agency got into an affair, looking like she was out of her mind all day. When he was in class, he also thought about his target. As he thought about it, he became restless and began to push his crotch up to a high level. Every day, he would push his crotch up against the crotch of his crotch to teach his lessons, and everyone in the village thought that this was how the school teachers supported their classes! Later, he was transferred to the supply shop as a clerk. It was a very enviable job. After Liu Junqing left, the burden of the school fell on Guan Wenwen, who then decided to send a new branch teacher to the village.

When the children in the village heard that a new teacher was coming, they all went to the village entrance early to see what the new teacher looked like.

At dusk, Hong Xuetao brought the carriage back to meet the new teacher. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that it would actually be a female teacher. The fear in the children's hearts immediately disappeared. The teachers they had met in the village were all male. When they saw a female teacher, they all thought it was strange. The members mocked, "Hong, I asked you to go pick up the teacher. Why did you bring my wife here?" Hong Su pouted, "What can I do? The higher-ups sent her."

The female teacher had just arrived and was unafraid of any new students. He was white and clean, with fine eyebrows and big eyes, and two long braids that hung down to his waist. He was wearing a blue Lenin suit, and a red sweater was peeking out of his collar. This kind of woman, the villagers only saw on the soap wrapping paper, did not expect, wrapping paper people, came to our village. A few big sticks in the village saw it and began to salivate. At once, their imaginations went wild, and their crotch rose up, as if they, too, had become a teaching teacher.

The female teacher was called Elegant. Her living quarters were arranged in the westernmost room of the school. The kang and stove were already set up and ready to be used when she came.

The next day, the Elegant Teacher began his lesson. However, she found that there were still many children in the village who had not come to school, so she went to class during the day and visited the families who had not come to school at night to find out the importance of knowledge. Knowledge could change one's fate, and only with knowledge could there be hope! With her efforts, some parents finally sent their children to school. With more students, there was definitely not enough classrooms, so she mobilized these parents to build their own houses. Everyone had to pick up firewood, and in a short month, several classrooms had already been built. With a classroom, desks and stools were once again a problem. She worked with the students, building a mound of adobe, with a plank on it, and it became a table, and the stools were made in the same way, only much shorter than the table. At that time, all walks of life spoke of hard work and entrepreneurship, and schools also had to be diligent and frugal.

The arrival of the new teacher brought a new atmosphere to the work of the school, and made the appearance of the school as new. Principal Guan also seemed to be infected. He brought a plank from his home to get two sets of office tables and chairs. The parents also brought some wood. The principal and Elegant were supporting the five classes of the whole school. In order for the students to catch up with their progress, she sacrificed her weekend break to make up for the children. Looking at the eager eyes of the children, she wished she could teach them everything she had learned. The children also liked their new teacher, and the boys also brought frogs from the river to let the teacher drink some toad soup to mend his body.

Principal Guan invited a carpenter from a village twenty miles away named Li. This carpenter's skills were well-known, and he invited anyone in the village who had married and bought furniture to do it. Early that morning, Master Li arrived at the school on a bicycle carrying a carpentry tool. He picked up the tool and started working. After a busy day, he was almost done, he thought, and finished the rest of the work in a hurry. By the time he finished his desk, the sky had just darkened, so if he were to ride his bicycle home, he would be home in an hour.

Master Li wanted to leave, but Principal Guan refused to do so. He insisted on staying for a meal before leaving, otherwise, wouldn't it be a joke if news of this spread while the master was returning home hungry? Principal Guan had prepared some simple dishes and wine, and the two of them started drinking in the classroom. This drink lasted more than ten o'clock. Master Li was a bit unsteady when he rode the bicycle, but he still insisted on going back. The village was quiet. Every household had closed their doors and turned out the lights. They had all gone to bed, and only the occasional barking could be heard. Not long after, everything was quiet again.

Master Li rode on the road, and a bright moon hung in the sky. He could barely see the road, but he could not see it clearly. On both sides of the road were sorghum and bracts, casting mottled shadows on the road. The autumn insects chirped and the leaves of the crops rustled in the breeze, and he suddenly remembered that today was the fifteenth day of the lunar month. No wonder the moon was so full. The dirt roads in the countryside were bumpy and bumpy. Master Li rode very slowly, afraid of falling down and even more afraid of falling down, because it would have been precious if anyone had a bicycle.

Under the bright moonlight, Master Li could vaguely see the bulging black bags in the green bean field. Master Li was bold, but he did not believe in ghosts. If anyone mentioned ghosts in front of him, he would definitely say, "Where are the ghosts? Show me." However, this day was different. Growing up in the countryside, he had heard too many legends about the ghosts that were out on the bright night of the moon. He felt a bit scared, not to mention that it was midnight, the full moon, and he was alone in the wilderness. Master Li tried his best to control his emotions. He looked straight ahead, not at the two sides of the road. However, the more he didn't want to look on either side, the more he unconsciously glanced at the bulging black bundles with his eyes. His heartbeat quickened, even though he knew that it wasn't the grave, but the beans that were left to dry in the field.

When the car passed a turning point, he heard a faint "hualala" sound. Although the sound wasn't loud, it was extremely distinct in Master Li's ears. He raised his head and looked up. Suddenly, he saw a big tree standing in the wilderness. Under the tree was a newly erected grave, and on top of it was a white soul flag. He had originally wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, but at this time, with a "Hua La" sound, the chain on the car fell off. People often dropped the chain at crucial moments. He cursed "his mother" in his mind, so he got out of the car and put the car chain on, but just as the chain was about to be put on by a good person, it fell off again before he could kick it. A few times like this, Master Li began to sweat. If it were anyone else, they would have already abandoned their bicycles and ran away. Master Li didn't load it up after a few times, so he simply stopped. He bent down and picked up a few pieces of dirt, throwing them towards the big tree. "Wah!" He flew away screaming. Master Li shouted as he threw dirt on the ground, "You big donkey, you're the one raised by the old sow, aren't you a ghost? Come out and let grandpa see! " After Master Li finished scolding, he untied his pants and peed on the car chain, thinking, "Maybe the car chain is out of gas." Strangely, this time, the chains were quickly installed, and the rider didn't fall off. After turning that corner, Master Li did not dare to turn back. He only felt a chill on his back, and his clothes were already soaked in cold sweat. Fortunately, the road after that became much smoother and Master Li rode very fast, so nothing unusual happened.

On the way across a small bridge over a canal, he got out of the car. Just across the bridge, and he would be home by the next village. Although this small bridge was called a bridge, it was actually very simple. It was just that there were several concrete slabs laid across the culvert, through which one could see the pitch-black flowing water. Master Li carefully pushed the cart. All his attention was focused on his feet, afraid that the wheels would fall into the cracks in the concrete.

"When you left, I cried, as if the whole sky had turned dark …" Master Li stopped moving. It was the voice of a woman. The song was not hard to hear, but at midnight, on a secluded little bridge, it made one's hair stand on end. Master Li was about to flee, but he forced himself to stop. Then he took the courage to look at the end of the bridge, but it didn't matter, he was so scared that he almost threw the car under the bridge. "Under the pale moonlight, a lady dressed in white stood in a reed beside the canal. She gestured with her hands and sang a sad tune." Who? "Who is it, acting all mysterious? Do you want to get beaten up?" Master Li's voice trembled slightly. There was no answer, and the woman continued singing without a pause. Master Li stood there for a while, feeling that this was not a solution, whether it was a blessing or a curse, a curse. He pushed the cart past the bridge, and when he passed by the woman, he couldn't help but be curious. The woman's fancy hair ornament, the pale smile on her face, and the blood-red lips frightened him so much that he staggered, and his foot struck his lower leg, causing him to feel an excruciating pain. However, his fear had obviously overcome the pain, and he jumped onto his bicycle, desperately pedaling, and the song came from behind him, "Last night I was so sad, I lost you …"

Elegant teachers spent almost all their time in the classroom. Sometimes they even had to give supplementary lessons at night, and sometimes they had to correct homework all night long. Their originally thin and weak bodies became even thinner, and the male students' eyes were filled with pain. Seems like giving his teacher the toad soup wasn't enough to help him recover. One of the male classmates suggested that they should catch some sand chicken for the teacher to make up for it. As soon as he said he would do it, the next day, a few male students began to prepare for the hunt. It's the most interesting thing about my childhood, how many years have passed, and I still remember it so vividly that it makes me so excited to think about it.

At that time, primary school students were not as nervous as they are now. Time was more lax, and having a sandstorm chicken basically did not affect school attendance.

Autumn, the weather was cool, the farmers were mature, the farmers were busy harvesting, this was also the season when the number of sand chickens was the most active, the shrubs and grasses on the hillside were their habitat, and the harvested farmlands were where they looked for food. At that time, if you were walking on a country road, from time to time a flock of sand chickens would suddenly fly up from under your feet, which would startle you. There were at least a dozen or more in each flock, and then the hills were overgrown with shrubs, weeds, and streams, so it became a paradise for them to reproduce.

After running for ten days in vain, he never emptied his bag. At least a few, at most more than a dozen.

There are four steps to using a sandhound: first, a tray with a cover; second, feeding a plate; third, feeding a plate with a cover; and fourth, slipping a cover.

There was no shortage of hemp rope. Every family needed hemp rope for the sole of their shoes, but it was not that easy to get the tail, so they had to find a way to do it. They had to either ask the keeper for it or take the risk of going to the tail to cut it, which meant they had to do it by hook or by crook. With the materials to make the set, this was a technical task. The set could not be too thick or too thin, if it was too thick, the set would be hard and not sensitive. If it was too thin, the set would be weak and the chicken would be killed and it would be broken and run away. They could not do it too big or too small. If they were too big, they could drill into it and run away. If they were too small, they could not drill into it, and they could not be trapped. After the ponytail is fastened, fasten it evenly to a hemp rope so that the stud is ready.

Feeding plates, usually in the places where the sand chickens frequented, in the grass of the river sets, in the patches of bushes on the hillside, or at the edge of the harvested buckwheat and paddy fields, was done. After choosing a good field for the set, he would make the place as flat as possible, soften the soil, and then sprinkle it with sorghum, corn, and buckwheat grains, which the sand chickens liked to eat. The sand chicken had a habit of discovering that this place had good food. It would come again after it had eaten its fill, which meant that it wouldn't be long before it found this place again. This was to feed the plate to the enemies. After the sand chicken got familiar with this place, it would be able to set up a trap here.

Put the rope down, take the rope to the field where it is ready to be tied, choose a path that a sand chicken must take on the chosen plate, tie the two ends of the hemp rope to the branches of the shrubs on both sides, and if there is no tree trunk, nail two nails into the ground, and tie the two ends of the rope tightly, then you may leave, and the loop will be done.

The time to slip was usually in the morning or evening. If one did not slip away in time, the sand chicken would be picked up by others, because there were many people out in the open.

After feeding the teacher a few sand chickens, he didn't see the teacher's complexion improve. The elegant teacher had finally gotten sick from overwork. The students went to visit, but no matter how they knocked on the door, there was no response. Perhaps the teacher had fallen asleep, and the students could not bear to continue disturbing him, so they quietly left. A day or so later, the teacher came back to class again. Other than his pale face, it was just that he was coughing a little heavily.

Several of the male students discussed how to catch some sparrows for the teacher in the evening. The sparrows were skinned and placed on a plate. Catching sparrows was a very memorable affair. On an autumn night, I went with a few senior students to catch sparrows in a shack far away from the village. The shacks were occupied by the summer members, and when the autumn harvest was over, no one lived in the shacks, and many sparrows became masters of the shacks. They lived at night under the eaves of their shacks, on the beams of their houses, and in all the cracks they could make. We light them up with our flashlights and poke them with our poles. Sometimes we catch them directly by putting up a ladder. Some of the sparrows were startled and flew around the room, and we threw ourselves at them. Under the light of the flashlight, the windows and doors that had been stripped off were filled with black holes. Under our flapping, as long as the sparrow flew into the hole, it would be able to escape. But they were afraid of the black hole, and instead they flew where the light was coming from, all of them dark, flying around in the beam of their torches, sticking to the wall, and finally being lashed down one by one with willow branches. Occasionally, one of them would be chased until it was impossible to find a way out. It would crash headfirst into the black hole and escape the dragnet. Sometimes, in real life, the darkest and scariest part was perhaps the path of light; a land of light could be a trap of death. We caught the sparrow and sent it to the teacher overnight. The lights in the classroom were still on, it must have been the teacher preparing the class or rewriting the homework. We walked over to the teacher's window softly. From the window, we looked into the classroom. The elegant teacher was dancing all by himself in front of the blackboard. The dance was graceful and graceful. The teacher was truly versatile. He could also dance. The elegant teacher's dance was really elegant. The teacher was wearing a white cloth and looked like a white curtain. The teacher even stretched his arms and kept waving his wings, as if he was letting off hope. When the teacher turned around to face the window, I was almost scared to the point of pulling my pants pocket. I saw that the teacher's face had turned into a skeleton. We ran. The next day we did not see the Elegant Teacher in class, and the few of us knew it, but none of us said anything. Seeing that Teacher Gao did not come to class, Principal Guan thought that Teacher Gao was sick again, so he sent a few students to his dormitory to take a look. Initially, the few students wanted to knock on the door to enter, but upon seeing that the door was ajar, they pushed it open and entered. The moment they entered the room, they were stunned by the scene before them. The teacher's room was filled with cobwebs and dust, as if no one had lived there in years. The students did not notice the teacher's figure. They saw a skeleton lying on the brick bed. The skeleton was holding a piece of yellowed paper in its hand. One of the bold children took the paper and saw that it said: "To be clean, the sky may not be empty." Pitiful gold and jade, eventually sinking into the mud. It turned out to be the judgement of Miaoyu from "Dream of the Red Chamber".