Because it is about the lime in our village, I might as well read it with interest. It doesn't matter if I read it. In the author's pen, it shows the difficult construction scene of the predecessors in real life, and it makes my eyes wet when I look at it. I don't feel sour when I think of my parents' hard life. Let the young people read it with the pen and ink of the author, but also to remember the painful experience and express their respect for their parents.
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202065438+February 18 Former Hebei Radio and Television reporter
Past events: the story of pulling ash
Editor's Note: Who would have thought that 54 years ago, a young teacher and five students went to Xingtai to pull white ashes, but they suffered so much as they went to the Western Heaven to learn from the scriptures: they slept in the wild for five days and five nights, and suffered from repeated disasters and dangers. This seems to be a fantasy for teenagers living in the new era of socialism. Cherish happiness, remember the bitter and think sweet, we should inherit the fine style of hard work and create a better tomorrow.
introduce
I am a native of Fanzhuang. 196 1 joined the work in September. 1963, I taught in Miao Zhuang Village Senior Primary School of Huoqiao Commune. At that time, I was in my twenties and full of energy. At that time, there were three classes in Miao Zhuang High School, two senior classes and a private junior high school class. The headmaster of the commune center is Hongzhong Zhang, who lives and eats at school. The teachers in the school are Zhang, Yuan Guikao and me, and my colleague is Wang Daipei. Mr. Yuan Guikao from party member was transferred to the "Four Clean-ups Task Force" in the county and worked in Yongnian County.
1965 After the school started in autumn, the county allocated several hundred yuan for house repair. President Zhang negotiated with the village brigade cadres to win their support according to the urgent need of the school and help build four Nanwu bungalows, and the village agreed. With the help of the villagers and the masses, the blue bricks were pulled out of the brick kiln in Niuzhuang Village and covered by the village construction team. The south house is four feet long, one foot and five feet wide, the stigma is eight and a half feet high and the brick wall is eight inches thick. The rafters on the roof were covered with a layer of reed foil and reed leaves, and also covered with a thick layer of wheat straw mud. The two rooms in the east are teachers' boarding houses, one in the inside is the principal's boarding house, and the other in the west is the dormitory for students living on campus. From then on, all the teachers in the village can eat and live at home. My home is only one mile away from the school, and I moved into the school to eat and live, so I can't go home until Sunday.
Fortunately, there is little rain and snow this winter. Although I have been here several times, the roof has been cleaned and there has been no rain and snow leakage.
1966 After the school started in the spring, President Zhang asked the commune for some money, used 20 yuan money to buy the old brick shed that was about to collapse, mobilized teachers and students to demolish the house, and transported the old bricks to the school. In spare time, he prepared to let the students smash into broken bricks and eggs, mix with white ash, and hammer the roofs of four south bungalows.
It is very expensive to buy white ash in Quzhou Charcoal Field. Needless to say, sometimes it's gone, and you can't buy it at all. In order to save money, the headmaster discussed with the teachers and decided to hammer the roof with lime water.
Upon inquiry, there is a small mountain village called Beizhang in Shahe County, Xingtai area, which is close to the west side of the railway. It is best to burn lime thoroughly, with few stones and sticky ash. Go to Lahui Road through Yongnian County. This village is in the northwest of Mianguan, which is a shortcut 160, and it is not easy to walk.
President Zhang borrowed three worn-out platoon cars from three production teams and asked the teacher to choose five older, taller and stronger students who had bicycles at home or could borrow them. There are three people in the middle class, namely Li Wuming and Li from Gongcun and Dongniutun. Wangzhuang Village in Donglu (hometown is Zhuangyuan Village) has two senior three classes, Lu Xiangkui and Wang Hongwen. I am the leader because I am the youngest.
A few days before departure, President Zhang and my teacher and I held a meeting for these students, explained the situation, and informed parents to get permission, so that everyone could get ready: each person had an old quilt and an old cloth sheet, and three days' dry food and pickles were packed in small bags. In order to walk fast and in a hurry, every car is equipped with a bicycle.
Before we set out, Wang Xinmin, a teacher from Miao Zhuang Village and I refueled the three rows of cars, nailed the wooden thin-plate baskets for blocking ash, inspected three bicycles, and prepared a set of tools for repairing the rows of cars and repairing tires, glue, rubber sheets and so on.
First, the car leaves on a starry night.
In the middle of the night before March 4, the weather was fine, the north wind was small, and the sky was half moon. At nine o'clock, I ate a bowl of corn flour with these classmates, which was a meal. On both sides of each train, small bamboo poles with mosquito nets and an old cloth sheet are tied, just like sails on a ship in the sea, driven by the wind. Then I tied the two handlebars of the train to the back frame of the bicycle, loaded the prepared things into the car and set off at ten o'clock.
I have a car with him, Li Wuming and Li have a car, and Lu Xiangkui has a car. One person rides a bicycle to pull a row of cars, and the other person can lie on the car and have a rest. I let them have two cars in front and ours in the back. When we set out, I let Li Jishan, a student, lie in the car and have a rest. Then I rode my bike and pulled the train first. That is, I bought bicycle parts that cost more than 120 yuan for two years, and assembled a bicycle without shoes by myself.
From Miao Zhuang Village to Quzhou, and then to the north embankment of Yongnian Guangfu City, the 60-mile road, although a dirt road and gravel road, is relatively flat and easy to walk, and has a pleasant journey. Everyone only rode a wave, which took more than two hours.
It is also 60 miles from Beidikou to Mingguan County, which is not easy to walk. The reason is that this gravel road has been crushed and there are potholes everywhere. There are piles of flaky on the road surface, ready to be crushed into rubble by hand and repaved. Riding a bicycle to pull a row of cars is not good, and the headwind is small. We had to unload the sail, put the bike on the car, be pulled by people, change shifts every ten miles and keep walking.
Second, the bike saved the teacher's family.
The north wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the sky becomes cloudy. Without moonlight, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the road is not clear. It takes about six hours to get to Mingguan Town. At this time, the north wind roared and it snowed for a while, which made us feel that bicycles were a burden and needed to be stored.
At this time, I remembered the period of low index. When I was a teacher in Guangfu, Mr. Wang Yushou, who taught literature in our class, taught in Mingguan Middle School. So I pulled the car to Mingguan Middle School to find it. Miss Wang doesn't live on campus. Upon inquiry, he lives north of the middle section of this east-west street. We pulled the car and walked west from Mingguan Middle School at the east end of the street.
In the middle of the street, I found the house rented by Mr. Wang, which is a private leisure house. It's old and the walls are not high. The two small houses where I live are old and awkward, and the light is very dark. When they arrived at his house, she and her wife had just got up and had not made breakfast. Mr. Wang is senile, his spirit is not as good as before, and he is a little demented. Jenny is thin.
Due to the limited conditions at that time, I didn't bring any gifts to Mr. Wang, so I had to be caring and attentive, said a lot of warm and polite words, and explained my purpose: I wanted to put my bike away. Teacher Wang readily agreed. We moved three bicycles down and leaned against the wall, and put the small bamboo poles there. Teacher Wang and Jenny invited us to his house for breakfast before they left, but we declined their kindness.
We left Mr. Wang's house, pulled a row of carts to the west and stopped at the canteen hotel of the county supply and marketing cooperative. When they open at nine, we can stew dry food for dinner.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the canteen door opened. Each of us carried a dry food bag, took out a piece of noodles, and let the chef in the canteen stew a big bowl of cabbage. Some stewed four large sheets of paper, and some stewed five or six sheets. It looks really scary. One person can support three people. Because I was hungry after walking all night, it tasted sweet and wolfed down, and soon the bowl was empty. I'll pay a dime for everyone's stew.
After dinner, we pulled the platoon and walked north along the national road. Out of the Ming Guan Wuli Road, turn off the national highway to the northwest, and take the dirt road to North Zhang Cun, Shahe County, Xingtai area.
Third, spend the night at Yangming School.
The north wind is blowing, gloomy as the bottom of a black pot, and it is snowing again. First, small snowflakes, and then into goose feather and heavy snow, flying all over the world. We kept walking against the snow, and everyone became a snowman. Time is pressing, and there is snow on the roadside. There are no pedestrians on the road, so I can't inquire, so I can only grope my way. I don't know whether I walked ten miles or twenty miles, but when I arrived at a village, I didn't know it was called Yangming Village until I asked. Yangming village is a village with earth walls and fence doors. We stopped at the stockade gate to avoid the heavy snow.
It's getting dark and the snow is still falling. It is not a good idea for us to spend the night at Zhaimen, and it is not appropriate to spend the night in the barn built by the production team on the wall of Beitucheng. Because people want to eat, and it is in the ice and snow. I asked the old breeder who fed the cows, and asked if there were any high schools and primary schools in your village. He doesn't know what his height is. He replied that there is a school in the southwest corner of the village. I'll tell you how to go this way and where to turn. You can ask there. So I followed the advice of the old man, turned left and right in the snow, and the school found it.
This primary school located in the southwest corner of Yangming Village is a real high school, with two classes, the school gate facing west, the rectangular courtyard facing east and west, five northern houses and four Westinghouse houses. The resident teacher surnamed Song, a middle-aged teacher, is very stable. I introduced myself to him and explained my purpose: I want to borrow your classroom for one night. He agreed. I went back to Dongzhaimen. Pull a row of cars to school with students. No students came to school because of the bad weather, so Mr. Song had dinner before dark and sealed the stove long ago.
I put in a good word for Mr. Song, poked the stove open, borrowed his cooker, and pulled the bellows to make corn batter. Let the students cut the dry food into pieces, soak it in a bowl, mix it with the paste and eat it with salted radish. After dinner, I cleaned the pots and pans and sealed the stove. I borrowed a kerosene lamp with a glass cover from Mr. Song, and combined the desks in the west classroom into a bed according to Mr. Song's arrangement. Two people spread a quilt, cover a quilt together and sleep in the same clothes. Li Jishan and I slept in a quilt.
I can't sleep because I just had dinner and I'm in a new place. It's very cold. At this time, I took out four copies of Hebei Daily with me and let them lie under the covers. Under the lamp, I read newspapers to them. Read the deeds of Jiao and soldier Mai Xiande published in the newspaper, and introduce them to the heroic deeds of the party's good daughter and soldier published in the other two newspapers. Later, when I was sleepy, I turned down the lamp holder, didn't talk, and slowly fell asleep.
I got up at six o'clock the next morning. This day is March 6th. The snow stopped, and the snow falling on the ground was fourteen or fifteen centimeters thick. The north wind has not stopped, and it is still gloomy and gray. After I tidied up my desks in turn, I arranged for the students to clean the snow in the yard. At this time, I went to the north room to open the stove and was still making corn batter. After dinner, I paid Miss Song for burning coal, but Miss Song refused. Seeing Mr. Song's sincere attitude, we no longer reluctantly gave in, so we had to say thank you, say goodbye to him, and pull the bus on the road.
Fourth, the car grinds the thick snow into the ash kiln.
We walked a few miles to the west from Yangming Village, turned to the northwest, left Yongnian County, crossed Nanyang City and Xiyangcheng Village, and arrived at Zhangda Village, Shahe County, Xingtai District. We continued to walk northwest until we reached the lime kiln in northern Zhang Cun. In a roundabout way, we all took the dirt road. Although it doesn't snow, walking in the ditch is still snowing overhead. The north wind blows the snow from the top of the mountain into the ditch and falls on our heads, faces and bodies in waves. The snow in the ditch is more than a foot deep, so one person can't pull the empty car at all. It is still a little difficult for two people to pull together. We walked with our trouser legs in our arms, and our shoes and socks were all wet, and our cotton trousers were all wet below the knee. The lower part of my legs and feet is too cold to stop. The snow on my head makes me unable to open my eyes, and it hurts to hit my face. The body inside the cotton-padded jacket trousers is soaked with hot sweat, and what's more, it can't stop at all. Stop, the sweat is cold, even colder, so I have to pull hard. On the walls on both sides of the ditch, there is a row of graves of the dead at regular intervals, some are sealed, some are open and unsealed, and many unpainted white coffins are exposed in the hole, which makes people feel creepy.
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the lime kiln in North Zhang Cun. At this time, the clouds in the sky are a little thin, and the sun shows a point. The snow swept by the roadside began to melt a little. The kiln worker had lunch and waited for work at two o'clock in the afternoon. We lined up the cars at the entrance of the kiln in order and quickly went to a small restaurant to stew dry food. After eating, go to the wellhead of the round well burning white ash to bake wet shoes, wet socks and wet cotton trousers.
At this time, I realized that burning lime is to spread a layer of coal, a layer of stones and a layer of fire from the wellhead. After the burned stone below is cooled, it is hooked down from the gap of the iron grate with an iron hook and pulled out on the car, even if it becomes a white ash block. The top is filled with layers of stuffing, the fire keeps burning upwards, and the ash below has been unloaded, circulating day and night.
We sit next to the wellhead, and the well is red. The diameter of the wellhead is about 10.56, which is many times larger than our small stove for heating in winter, and it is very hot. When we bake, it's our turn to pack white ash. We pushed the platoon under the furnace teeth in the cave, and the workers hooked up the ash and threw it on the car. When our ash puller says "OK", the worker will hook you with ash until you are satisfied. As long as you are not afraid of crushing the train, the workers will keep loading it for you, but it only costs ten yuan to weigh the ash of a train. We loaded a car, pulled it out, and loaded another car until three rows of cars were loaded in turn. Get off every car, 16700 kg, pay for the kiln.
Five, Shagang trudge shop baking clothes
You can't take the ditch road when you come back, but you have to ask the workers the easy way back. The local workers said that they can only go east for a while, turn northeast in the direction of our village, get on the gravel road from Zishan Town to Shanxi River, go east, cross the county seat, and go south along the national road, and then they arrive at Mianguan. However, going to the northeast and going to expressway, you have to cross a section of sand mountain, about a mile, which is very difficult to walk like a desert. It's snowing now, and it's even harder to walk.
We followed the route pointed out by the worker's eldest brother and headed east. On the dirt road with more than ten centimeters of snow, two people, Qi Xin, worked together to pull a heavy car and walked slowly. You can turn to the northeast. It's really difficult to take that mile of Shagang Road. Two people can't pull, three people can't pull. We had to stop the car, with one person stretching out his sleeves, three others pushing the car at both sides, one pushing the car at the back, and six people pulling a car together, stopping for a while, taking a rest, pushing again, walking for a while, and taking five or six breaths, and then we could pull a gray car across the sand mountain. After half a day, I pulled three heavy cars over the post and onto the gravel road. It was already dark.
It's cloudy again, the north wind whistling, it's dark all around, it's opaque, and it's freezing. Although the snow on the road is not as thick as that on the ground, the snow that just melted at noon has already formed a thin layer of ice. We were pulling a heavy car in the snow, and it was a little slippery to walk. It hurts when the ice cream hits my face, but I dare not breathe, because the north wind roared down. When I arrived in Qianbao Town, Shahe County, I was asked about a carriage shop in the north of Dongtou Road, Dongjie Street. We walked to the door of the shop and found it closed. After stopping and knocking at the door again and again, the shopkeeper came slowly and opened the door. Pulled the car into the hospital and went to the store to sign in. The clock struck nine. The accommodation fee per person is sixty cents per night.
We are arranged in the East Fourth North Room, all of which are Datong stores. Because many people stayed in the hotel and slept a little, the host asked them to move to the East Third Room, and the six of us crowded into the West Shop. I contacted the store, and made a pot of corn flour soaked in dry food with their cooker.
It's already ten o'clock at night after dinner. I asked the students to take off their wet shoes, socks and cotton trousers and go to bed. I put these wet pants, shoes and socks around the brick stove and kept baking. Because there is a big brick stove at home, the coal is burning vigorously, not very cold, and the students fall asleep slowly, and some even snore. Maybe the students are too tired after a hard day's trek. At this time, while baking wet shoes and socks, I was particularly pleased to see the students snoring and sleeping, thinking how cute these students are! They have suffered so much, and they don't cry about grievances and bitterness. They are bent on making some contributions to the school and will be good pillars in the future.
It was twelve o'clock at night, and I was too sleepy to support myself. I put the trousers, shoes and socks to be dried away around the stove, and I don't rest until I feel safe.
Sixth, in the cold winter, ask for fire to mend tires.
At six o'clock in the morning on the 7th, it was still dark. We got up and asked the shopkeeper to open the door, pulled the car out of the hotel and walked along the national road to the customs. At this time, although the snow stopped, it was still cloudy and the biting north wind was still blowing. There are few pedestrians and vehicles in expressway.
When we pulled the heavy truck half way from the customs, the inner tube of one of the gray cars was flat. In order to prevent the tire from being crushed, we quickly parked the car on the side of the road, supported the body with wooden sticks, and removed the inner tube. File the flat part of the inner tube flat. Although there is glue that can't be mended, because of the cold weather, it freezes when it touches the glue and can't be mended. The only way is to light a fire and smoke. We don't smoke, no one brings matches, we just borrow a light from passers-by.
Let's wait! Wait! After waiting for nearly an hour, I asked a dozen pedestrians, and only one person brought half a box of matches. We agreed with him to buy it at 20 cents and let him buy a new box at the county supply and marketing cooperative.
With matches, we were ecstatic, so I asked five students. Cover me with two quilts. I put glue on it, smoked it with lit matches, and then dried it on the fire. I quickly put it together, knocked it twice with a hammer, put it in my arms, and warmed it with my stomach to keep it from freezing. After stopping for a while, pump up and spit around the pump to see if there are any bubbles. If you don't bubble, you won't leak, and then fill the tire of the wheel with air and pump it up. In this way, I repaired the tire, repaired the car and kept walking. We didn't get to Damingguan until 1 1 in the morning.
When we arrived at Mingguan, we retrieved bicycles and bamboo poles from Mr. Wang's house, tied them to a gray cart, made dry food in the commissary of the county supply and marketing cooperative, and hurried back. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little, the sun smiled from time to time, and the snow on the road began to melt. When I came, I couldn't walk from Guangfu City to Mingguan, so I had to turn to Handan and go back to Quzhou.
Because the snow on expressway melts, there is water, mud and snow. When we walk on the snowy and muddy expressway, not only are our shoes wet with mud, but also our cotton trousers are stuck with mud, and cars will splash mud, water and snow all over you. It's really "the house leaks when it rains all night, and the ship breaks against the wind." None of the five students shouted tired, pulling the car in the direction of Handan.
Seven, United spinning was rejected overnight.
It's getting dark and the sun is setting in the western hills. We walked to Lian Fang Road in Handan and found a school for the night. I have a normal classmate, Lu, who is a fellow villager in Wangzhuang Village, Donglu. He works as a teacher in Lian Fang Children's Primary School, so he inquired about the address of the school and wanted to live in it. We pulled the heavy gray car and finally found it in the middle of a street on the south side of Lian Fang Road.
Arriving at the school gate, I stopped the car and saw that it was dark in winter. Only the lights in the past message room were on. Ask the doorpost: "Does Mr. Lu, a classmate, teach in our school?" He said, "There is such a person. The teacher is not living at school at night and can't be contacted. " I explained my purpose and wanted to stay in the classroom of this school for one night. He replied: "I am not responsible. I must get the approval of the principal. " I asked, "What's the principal's name?" He said, "surnamed Huang, having a meeting in the East Campus."
I said a lot of nice things to him and begged him to take me to see President Huang. He agreed, locked the school gate, let the students wait for a rest here, and led me to call President Huang outside the East Campus. I introduced myself and asked him to spend the night, but he refused. The reasons are: rural schools are unsanitary, afraid of bringing them infectious diseases and so on. I begged again and again, but he didn't agree. I went home with the door in despair.
When Meng Gang and I went to the East Campus to find President Huang, the students were waiting at the school gate. They kept stamping their feet and walking back and forth because their shoes and socks were wet and their feet were cold. After I came back, I explained the situation to the students. Declined politely walked over and pulled a cart to a small hotel in the east of Beitou Road, Beiguan.
Pulling a cart on the road, the students felt that it took a long time, but they didn't get things done well. They are also frozen and discriminated against. They are very dissatisfied and disgusted with this principal Huang, saying that his surname is Huang and he is a weasel. When I heard these words, I immediately said, "Don't talk like this, don't swear like this, it's not good to insult others." Put yourself in the other's shoes. What should you do if you are President Huang, a muddy country student and a stranger? I'm afraid I have to think twice! "In this way, we came to Beiguan small hotel to discuss.
Eight, the grain is broken in the earthquake.
After arriving at the small hotel, put the gray car under the north wall and go through the registration formalities. Seventy cents per bed, I paid for it and was arranged in the bunk on the north side of three rooms in the East Room. I took time to make corn batter for the students with the cooker in the shop. Some students have two left, others have none, and I have five left, so I can make do with a meal. After school, I also used up more than ten kilograms of corn flour, which was really "poor man, caught up with the leap month year".
We discussed it and asked who had relatives in Handan. Lv Xiangkui was the only one who said that there was an aunt here, not far from this small hotel. At this time, I asked four students to roast their pants and shoes and socks on the cooking stove in the south room, and went to bed early. Lu Xiangkui and I moved two bicycles from the gray car and rode to borrow flour. Lu Xiangkui borrowed eight catties of corn flour from his aunt's house.
I rode my bike to Ximenwai Primary School to find my classmate Chen Shugui. By the time he and other teachers and administrators came back from Hanshan Cinema, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. Through his reconciliation with the administrator, he borrowed eleven Jin of white flour. After I came back, I turned over the wet shoes and socks that my classmates baked by the fire, put them away and felt safe before going to bed.
At about 5 am on March 8, I was awakened in my sleep by the rumble of the ground and the creaking of the roof. It turned out to be an earthquake. I quickly woke up the students, who didn't know what the earthquake was about. At that time, I ran into the yard wearing only underpants, watching the row of cars still standing there, and then came back and got into bed. At this time, the whole house stayed awake, talking about the earthquake and some fairy tales about it. The residents outside the street are very noisy.
After dawn, we get up and pat the mud on the legs of dry cotton trousers and shoes and socks, and wipe and rub the mud marks splashed on clothes. After washing your hands and face, start kneading dough and dry bake some dead cakes without oil and salt. The other pot of noodles was made of borrowed corn flour, and everyone had a full meal.
Nine, comfort disciples to travel to Korea for education.
After dinner, several students suggested, "Miss Li, we have never been to Handan. This time we finally came. Can't you show us some places? " I thought about it again and again, and felt that these students had worked so hard and suffered so much for the sake of the school, without complaining. If they don't agree, I'm afraid their hearts will be cold. So I agreed to their request. They were ecstatic.
I led them out of the hotel and walked in the street, and saw a car full of soldiers, workers, doctors, etc. Go north. Only then did I know that the earthquake in the morning was in Xingtai area and the earthquake center was Longyao County. They went to the disaster relief.
I led them to see the "cloister" at the first stop, read the introduction on the tablet, and told the story of the idiom and allusion "Return to Zhao in perfect condition" and "offer a humble apology" in Handan. Lian Po and Lin Xiangru would make peace.
The second stop was Congtai Park, where I learned the stories of King Wuling Zhao's Khufu Riding and Shooting, Walking in Handan, Lv Buwei and Qin Shihuang's Ying Zheng. I also saw the zoo and so on.
At the third stop, I visited the martyrs' cemeteries in Handan, Shanxi, Hebei, Shandong and Henan, remembering revolutionary martyrs such as General Zuo Quan and Zhao Haifeng. After watching the exhibition and the heritage, I learned some stories about the anti-Japanese heroes' struggle against the enemy.
At 11: 30, I went back to the small hotel and quickly baked all the white flour into small sesame cakes, and the remaining noodles were mixed with noodle soup. At one o'clock after dinner, my students and I drove a gray car from Handan to Quzhou.
10. Return to Fengcheng safely at night.
When it was dark, we went to Nanyan Village. Fan Xiuming, my political teacher and head teacher in normal school, is the principal of Nanyan Village Middle School. The middle school is in the middle of Southern Yan Village Street, north of the street. We drove the gray car into the school and met President Fan. He has already eaten, and he is very kind to see me, asking questions and talking a lot.
Later, I suggested that my classmates who were pulling carts with me had not eaten yet and asked to borrow the stove to cook some rice. Principal Fan personally asked the administrator for the key to the kitchen and led us to the kitchen to help poke the stove and let us cook. I still made corn batter, soaked the dead noodles in a bowl, ate pickles and drank a bowl of boiled water poured by President Fan. Declined the sincere retention of President Fan, and we continued on our way. Walking on Hanlin Road at night, take a rest when you are tired, and sing "Learn from Lei Feng" when you are sleepy, or shout loudly to drive away drowsiness and refresh your mind.
It's dawn Today is March 9th. Not far from the western end of Xiguan Village in Quzhou, Li Wuming, who was stretching the rope, fell down because he was too tired. Li stopped the car tightly with the axle, but Li Wuming was not run over. I see. Stop the car quickly, go and see him in front and help him. He fell asleep while walking, kneeling on the ground with one leg, nothing.
From the western end of Quzhou, through Fengcheng Road, the main street, to the national defense bridge at the eastern end, it took more than five miles. Not far from the national defense bridge, a dozen students sent by President Zhang caught up with the gray car, unloaded their bicycles from the gray car, pulled, pushed and rode, and changed shifts with each other, running non-stop on the muddy dirt road from Quzhou to the village.
It was not until ten o'clock in the morning that we pulled three cars full of white ash back to school, and people and cars came home safely.
End of movement
After Renhe Grey Car returned to school successfully, we sent them 1 1 kg of white flour and 8 kg of corn flour borrowed from Handan with food stamps and the price of flour from the supermarket through the post office.
The accommodation fee for staying in Wallet Town is 60 cents per person, for staying in Beiguan Hotel in Handan, 70 cents per person, 80 cents for pickled vegetables 18 people 1 yuan, and 60 cents for * * * 9 yuan, which shall be borne by the school. The school will also bear more than ten kilograms of corn flour when you go, and the three-day dry food and pickles you bring yourself are at your own expense.
The five students who went to pull the ashes were subsidized by one yuan a day, which was actually four and a half days for each. According to the subsidy of five yuan, * * * is 25 yuan, which is paid by the school. I am a teacher, I am paid, and I no longer enjoy the five yuan subsidy.
After school, I, Mr. Wang Xinmin and the college students poured the white plaster into the plaster. Lift up the old house, pull back the old bricks from the school, and mobilize students to smash them into pieces with hammers during recess.
At 5 pm on March 22, another strong earthquake occurred when students smashed bricks and eggs in class. Teachers and students witnessed the shaking of the ground and room.
On March 25th, Mr. Wang Xinmin and I began to lead 30 boys to mix broken bricks and gypsum all day. The next morning, it was transported to the roof, and it was knocked until dawn with three teeth and wooden sticks before the roof of the dormitory was knocked flat. In this way, the four bungalow accommodation rooms for teachers and students were finally completed.
Time flies. These five students are all over seventy. With grandchildren, they have grown into grandfathers. Li Jishan, who used to sleep in a bed with me, worked in the Intermediate People's Court of Handan City as the director of the Justice Department. Now he has retired and lives in Handan.
I am eighty years old now. Whenever I meet these classmates, I will mention this matter and regard the hardships of pulling white ash as the best experience and memories in my life.
This paper records the experience of the author and his students pulling ashes, and also shows the scene of burning ashes in our village. It's better to bring the article here and read it at any time. Thanks to the author, I can see the scene of Beizhang ash kiln when I didn't come to earth.
Zhang Cun in the north of Shahe is my root.