Chapter 162 Chapter 162 Umbrella Tearing
Stimulated by the sweet-looking carrot hanging in front of them, the eyesight of the Dongfeng Brigade's group of dragons and phoenixes who were usually able to flutter in the sky and put God first and him second was developed. As soon as Song Ruan walked into the door, someone diligently helped her lift the bucket to the platform in front.
With someone to help her, Song Ruan certainly didn't make things difficult for herself. She took down the spoon hanging on the wall, held it up with one hand, and put the other hand on her waist. She looked very meaningful and confident, as if the spoon in her hand was not a spoon, but a baton to command thousands of troops.
The commander looked at the villagers below who were looking up at her, as if they were a group of piglets that she could abuse as much as she wanted.
The piglets had no idea that they were about to be fed with manure. They gathered in groups of three or five, chatting happily. When they saw Song Ruan looking over, they clapped and raised the enamel pots in their hands, just like pigs kicking the bowl to urge their meal.
The person who was helping also kept glancing at the bucket with curiosity - she was so eager to help just to get the first-hand information, otherwise who would do it if there was no benefit?
The people in the Dongfeng Brigade do not have the spirit of self-sacrifice!
You said kind-hearted Xiao Song, oh my, isn't this a good seedling that migrated to them later? How does the word say it? Yes, the monks from outside can chant sutras. Their black mountains and black soil cannot produce people with such pure hearts.
Because he was afraid that they would get cold on the way here, Song Ruan covered the bucket with a lid and wrapped a towel around the edge. The people who were helping him couldn't tell what was inside, and they couldn't smell it, but they were curious about the heavy weight inside.
The person who was helping rolled his eyes but couldn't figure out what was in the bucket. Finally, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked.
"Xiao Song, what's in this bucket?"
Hu Tou, who was carrying a kettle to pour water, happened to hear the man's question and muttered in his heart, what is it? It's a stinky juice that makes you feel like you are going to heaven in two gulps!
You can ask now, or you won’t be able to open your mouth soon.
Hu Tou's little face is full of vicissitudes.
But for Sister Xiao Song's sake, he resisted the urge to say it, and just put the kettle on the other side of the table: "Sister Xiao Song, this is the hot water my grandfather asked me to get for you."
Song Ruan touched his head and said with a smile: "Thank you, Hutou. Our Hutou is really capable."
Sister Xiao Song's hands were soft, her body smelled sweet, her voice was gentle, she smiled at him beautifully, and praised him softly. Hu Tou, who had grown up in an environment of rough language such as "what the hell", "don't force me to cut you", and "can you do it", immediately had stars in his eyes.
Previously, he was traumatized by Douzhi, and was a little afraid of promotion, but now he had thrown everything out of his mind.
This thing doesn’t taste good, but it’s not made by Sister Xiao Song. Sister Xiao Song just wanted to bring it back for them to taste the different flavors of the capital. It’s their problem if they can’t get used to it, but Sister Xiao Song has good intentions.
Thinking this, Hu Tou reinstalled the shaky filter on Song Ruan and added another layer of beauty to her.
Yes, Sister Xiao Song is a good sister. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame the soy milk. Why does it taste like this!
Hu Tou completed his own brainwashing and took the initiative to act as a spokesperson to reply to the villager who was curiously touching the wall: "This is soy juice, a bit like soy milk, but the taste is completely different."
The expression on his face twisted for a moment, looking a little indescribably subtle: "Well... I heard that people in the capital like to drink."
Soy milk? What is that? Never heard of it
But the person asking the question was unwilling to dig into the details in front of a little kid like Hutou - wouldn't that make him seem less knowledgeable than the other kid? So he suppressed his curiosity and nodded, pretending to understand: "Oh (↗) (↘), so it's soy milk!"
Then he nodded and walked into the crowd with his hands behind his back.
Her group of old sisters had been paying close attention to that place when she went up there. When they saw the intelligence officer coming back, they immediately surrounded him and quacked, "What the hell? What's in there?"
The scout didn't want to show his weakness in front of Tiger Head, so was he willing to admit in front of his old sisters that he didn't see anything?
That won’t work! A person lives by his face!
So he sorted out Hu Tou's words, added his own understanding and speculation, and said seriously: "It's a fun thing from the capital, called douzhi, which is a bit similar to our soy milk."
This seemed a bit ordinary, so the man racked his brains and added: "But it tastes completely different from soy milk. People in the capital love to eat it."
“People in the capital love to eat it, so it must be good!”
"Oh my, I've lived a lifetime. I heard that this soy milk has other flavors? Is there sugar in it?"
"It's definitely not that simple. This is someone from the capital who did it. They must be smarter than us."
"That's true. They are from the capital, but their soy milk is different from the ones in the mountains. Do you think this is what the emperor used to eat? Isn't it said that the emperor is over there?"
"Wow, I didn't expect us peasants to have such a good fortune."
Everyone would have the best imagination about things they have never seen, and coupled with the filter of blind trust in the people of the capital, everyone started to praise it, and all kinds of wonderful speculations were piled up like towers. The more they praised it, the more excited they became, and they were about to rush up to surround Song Ruan to share the first spoonful.
In the past, the villagers would share the food after slaughtering pigs, and they also had a lot of experience in grabbing food.
The others who were listening to their conversation with their ears perked up were also gearing up to give it a try, and the sprint race seemed to be about to begin.
Just then the captain on the stage patted the microphone and started the sound test by saying "Hello, hello, hello".
Listening to the sound that was amplified countless times, resounding in the auditorium, he nodded with satisfaction: "Everyone, please be quiet."
Although I didn't understand why we had to be quiet just to share the soy milk, he was the team leader after all. After hesitating for a while, everyone finally quieted down.
"Comrade Xiao Song from our village really cares about our team. He went to the capital himself, but he didn't forget our team. He heard that our team was bullied because we didn't know the medicinal herbs, so he bought the corresponding medicine books to teach us how to recognize the medicinal herbs. There are not many good comrades like him!"
If it were an ordinary person, he or she would probably have blushed with shyness and lowered his or her head hesitantly, but Song Ruan was not an ordinary person. She held her head high and chest out, like a fighting cock among roosters that had laid eggs: Yes, yes, yes, that's how we promote her.
Give her more praise, she loves to hear it.
Hehehehe.
However, the captain's point was to get everyone to study hard. After praising Song Ruan, he continued to look forward to a bright future: "Once everyone has learned it, we can collect herbs and exchange them for money at the purchasing station in spring. It will be another way to make money."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the auditorium exclaimed in unison, mixed with excited inquiries.
"Really?"
"Oh my god, this is too good!"
There was no way. People were really poor those days. Everyone worked in the fields from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. Apart from food, clothing and other necessities, it was a good year if they could make ten or twenty yuan. Moreover, due to the times, they had almost no other way to make money. But they were a big family, and even if they were frugal, there were always expenses of one kind or another. Life was really tight.
There are only a few eggs to eat throughout the year - they are saved to exchange for firewood, rice, oil and salt. When not working, they tighten their belts and eat only two meals a day - the saved food is saved for when farm work is busy. They don't even dare to get sick - medical treatment is free, right?
I had to grit my teeth and get through any minor colds and flu, and life was so tight.
But after all, there are only so many resources, and even if they cut back on spending, they can only save a few cents more. Now someone tells them that they can earn more, how can they not be happy?
As for collecting herbs, you have to go up the mountain and spend more effort - the Chinese have never been afraid of hardship. As long as there is hope, they will be tenacious and ruthless.
"Wow, Xiao Song is such a good comrade!"
Some even shouted to the team leader: "Selecting Xiao Song to our team is the right thing to do!"
The captain looked at the villagers who responded actively, nodded with satisfaction, and then said:
"Xiao Song is kind-hearted, so she helped us like this. She did this for free and didn't take anything! You all need to listen carefully and respect Xiao Song. If I find anyone who doesn't listen well and makes trouble, you have to carry the winter manure from the village toilet until after the spring planting!"
The captain looked down sternly.
After all, he has been the leader for so many years, and he is still very intimidating when he frowns. The buzzing crowd below suddenly quieted down - mainly because the punishment is indeed scary.
This is a very severe punishment. The ground has not thawed yet, and the manure is frozen hard. It is smelly and tiring to dig it out. It will be easier to dig it out after it thaws, but it is spring planting time, and people are already busy and exhausted. After finishing the work in the fields, they still have to dig out manure. Even the strongest person can't stand it.
Moreover, if you are punished to scoop out excrement, the work points are less than normal, even a dog wouldn't do it.
After a while, a brave man joined in the conversation: "Hey, I'm not such an ungrateful person. I will definitely listen to you."
"Yes, yes, yes." The others nodded repeatedly and patted their chests to make the assurance.
A scoundrel with two hairs on his head loudly expressed his loyalty: "Don't worry, Captain. I value Comrade Xiao Song more than my father."
The people around burst into laughter, and the auditorium was filled with a sea of joy.
The captain's expression also eased: "Xiao Song will distribute the soy milk to everyone first and then go to class. Everyone, come and line up, neatly!"
Everyone lined up obediently. Their dark faces were full of honesty and obedience. They had never been so cooperative before.
The captain nodded with satisfaction and said, who would not agree to such a good idea?
We are all peasants, not peasant brains.
Then he turned to Song Ruan, smiling on his wrinkled face as if a golden chrysanthemum had bloomed: "Xiao Song, come here, be careful not to fall on the stairs."
Song Ruan excitedly went up to the stage, opened the lid, and smiled at everyone, revealing his pointy little fangs.
Although the children didn't quite understand what was said, they laughed along, their little gap teeth showing. They followed the adults, skipping and jumping to watch the soy milk being made.
Moreover, Sister Xiao Song had said before that she would bring special local products for their children!
The children's smiles came to an abrupt end when Song Ruan took out his homework.
Song Ruan had already torn the exercise book he brought from the capital into small portions of single pages. Seeing that some children came up with their adults, he gave each of them a copy.
child:? ? ?
Their faces turned pale with fear, just like the one who had his hand cut and turned blue on the spot.
Song Ruan: "This is a specialty I brought back from the capital for you. All the kids in the capital write these. We can't be worse than them, right!"
Collective honor is very important these days, and people from the Northeast are full of a spirit of not admitting defeat. Even children who haven't even fully grown their hair have their own little pride.
After hearing what Song Ruan said, she subconsciously straightened her chest and said, "Yes!!"
Seeing that she was fooled, Song Ruan clapped her hands and said, "Come on, babies! By the way, if you don't know how to make it, you can ask your family members. Don't throw it away. Remember, you have to come to Sister Song's place to go to school after it thaws, right? Hehe."
She is very considerate, knowing that many children nowadays have not yet received proper education. Most of the math problems she gives are very simple, as she is worried that they cannot read and wants to make it easier for them to ask adults.
In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was a vigorous literacy campaign. Whether illiteracy was truly eradicated is not the point, but everyone did learn simple arithmetic seriously.
After all, although the work points are calculated by the scorer, you will definitely not feel at ease if you don’t count them in your mind. What’s more, you still have to rush to the market to buy some things in exchange for eggs or something, so you always have to calculate the money yourself.
If it's too little, they will be made to look like shameless people - although that's true, they still have to pretend to be so in public; if it's too much - how much money do they make in the whole year? It's better to take their lives!
Even if you really don't understand anything, it doesn't matter. These days, everyone in a village or town is related to you. Just ask someone who knows.
Song Ruan: Hehehe, she considers everything so carefully. There is no one more considerate than her!
Children: No.
The children’s faces are longer than pumpkins.
There was a clever little child who, seeing the miserable state of his friend in front of him, was terrified and tried to run away. However, before he could take two steps, his parents grabbed him with their long hands and caught him back like a chicken.
"All the kids in the capital are doing this, so hurry up and do it!"
The expressions on the faces of the children who did not escape were as if their parents had died. They reached out to take the homework very slowly and stared at Song Ruan pitifully, trying to get this black-hearted woman to change her mind.
Song Ruan, who could see through their little thoughts at a glance, pretended not to understand: "Do you still want it? But I don't know if there are any more. How about this, you guys stand here and wait for a while. After I have given them to others, I will give you the remaining ones, okay?"
Children:! ! !
They were just like a bunch of chickens with their feathers blown off. They took the homework and ran away, almost crawling on all fours. It seemed that they only wished that their parents had not given them two more legs.
The adults were still a little dissatisfied: "These kids, really, it's obviously a good thing, why are they running away."
But soon, they no longer thought so.
As we all know, attending classes is never a very pleasant activity, especially when you have to listen carefully and not be distracted or talk nonsense. It is a kind of exhaustion that strikes the soul.
Not to mention that the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" that Song Ruan read was quite professional, so it was not interesting at all. Everyone was very motivated at the beginning, but their eyes widened halfway through. They just heard Song Ruan's mouth opening and closing, and they knew a series of single words, but when he closed his mouth, no one knew what words came out.
It's probably a scene like this:
Song Ruan was full of energy: "First, let's get to know the most valuable herb - ginseng."
The people below straightened up suddenly, their eyes shining: they just love to hear something valuable!
"Ginseng is one of the three treasures of Northeast China and has considerable value. It is a perennial herb (balabala 500 words)
Everyone nodded. They didn’t understand what was said, but it was valuable!
"The specific shape of ginseng's branches and leaves is as follows (300 words of blah blah), it mainly grows in (200 words of blah blah), and its efficacy is (700 words of blah blah)"
Everyone tried to keep up with the rhythm. Ah, it looks quite complicated. Try to remember.
"Be careful when picking (800 words)"
Everyone's eyes were already a little dizzy, and they felt like a funnel. Song Ruan was talking on the stage, and they were leaking out below.
"After picking, you can go directly to the purchasing station to exchange it, but if you want to keep it as a family heirloom, you must also pay attention to the method of preservation and preparation (blah blah blah, 600 words)."
Everyone's eyes were wide open at this moment.
Song Ruan not only read from the book, but also activated the system to organize the information for her. It not only introduced how to identify and dig out herbs, but also gave examples of some common minor ailments such as sore throat and cough, and what herbs can be used to treat them. It was full of useful information.
It is precisely because they are all practical stuff and everyone knows that they are good things, so they try hard to cram them into their brains, but they are not good at this - if they were good at studying, why would they farm and would have moved to the city long ago - it is like a person who is already thirsty and tries hard to stuff compressed biscuits into his mouth, choking and rolling his eyes.
Song Ruan felt a little dry in the mouth after talking, so she took a sip of the tea that the captain made for her.
As for people, when their eyes are wide open and their souls are out of their bodies, their bodies will usually make some small movements involuntarily, such as playing with their fingers and touching their faces, scratching here and there, the main purpose of which is to use actions to kill the unbearable time. But at this moment, everyone had cups in their hands, and when they saw Song Ruan sip, they subconsciously brought them to their mouths and took a sip.
Oh shit! ! ! What a strange smell! !
Each of them looked like someone had a toad stuffed in his mouth, with his eyes bulging out and his mouth trembling, but the people around him couldn't vomit. His throat gurgled and he looked like his soul was about to leave his body.
Everyone was drinking slop that tasted like an old man's armpit, oh no, soy milk, and listening to Song Ruan quacking on the stage, the sour and bitter taste of the soy milk seemed to go straight from the tip of the tongue to the soul, as if the whole person had no breath of life.
The auditorium of the large army was filled with the light of Buddha.
Everyone looked like a sage with a pure heart and few desires. Even the team leader, with a square face, looked embarrassed when he heard the words.
Song Ruan, that wicked guy, was holding a microphone and looking at the despairing expressions of the people below. The more he spoke, the happier he became, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became.
She also featured a post-2000s (past life version) teacher tearing an umbrella. She would often stop halfway through a lecture and randomly ask people, "What should I pay attention to when preserving the herb I just mentioned?"
Everyone she hit was numb and stood up hesitantly. Normally, they were domineering people, but now they looked weak, pitiful and helpless.
The people around lowered their heads or looked away. Not to mention reminding him out of friendship, they were afraid that any movement would attract the attention of Song Ruan, the evil spirit.
When Song Ruan finally announced the end of get out of class, everyone breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts.
How can I describe the feeling at that moment? It was like a gushing spring that reopened the rocks pressing on it, like a pheasant caught by a hunter having its wings freed from the shackles, like you squeezing a ripe pimple and the white pus spurted out. The whole person radiated relaxation and joy from the inside out.
He had originally planned to stand up and run away with his exhausted body, but in the blink of an eye he saw Song Ruan standing on the stage with his arms folded, smiling, his eyes darting around, as if saying "I want to see who leaves first", and he was stunned for a moment.
The instinct deep in their souls made them retract their legs that were about to escape and stand still obediently.
Those with active ideas began to applaud, accompanied by enthusiastic praise: "Teacher Xiao Song, you explain well!"
"Yes, yes, yes, well said, well said."
In an instant, the entire auditorium was filled with applause so enthusiastic that it almost blew off the roof, and the singing and dancing were so peaceful that it almost seemed hypocritical.
Song Ruan nodded with satisfaction: "Everyone go back and digest today's content. If I meet any of you on the road in the future, I will randomly check you."
The enthusiastic applause suddenly stopped and the auditorium was dead silent.
Everyone had this expression on their face:
ah? ? ? What the hell is this? ? ?
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