After school started, Zhang Xudong just started to slack off in school. It’s not that I’m not motivated, it’s just that there’s really nothing for me to learn here.
If college students who graduated from 211 universities in the future were still stumped by the basic knowledge of the 1960s, it would be a disgrace to the time-traveling army.
But after just two days, I couldn't make it any longer.
On Friday morning, Zhang Xudong had just taken a nap during class when the school’s loudspeaker rang.
The old principal's excited voice, almost stuttering, came from the loudspeaker.
The loudspeaker notified all teachers and students to gather in the playground, and specifically called out Zhang Xudong to attend.
When he arrived at the playground, Zhang Xudong, with a confused look on his face, was carried to the podium by his teacher, facing hundreds of pairs of black and shiny eyes in the audience alone.
"Sister Jing, what bad things did your brother Dong do? Why was he put on the stage? Is there going to be a criticism meeting?" Guo Xianghong approached He Jingxian and said.
"Just stop it, he should be commended! Didn't Uncle Guo tell you what he did?"
He Jingxian rolled her eyes at Guo Xianghong and said.
Just as Guo Xianghong was about to say something, five jeeps and a large truck entered the school gate.
After the car stopped, Captain He's leader, Captain Song, got out of the first car and introduced the people who got out of the car to the old principal.
Of course, there is no need to introduce the people in the county government, the old principal knows them better than he does.
A group of people walked up to the podium, and Captain Song introduced the newcomers to Zhang Xudong.
Well, this group of people includes people from the Propaganda Department of the Prefectural Party Committee; people from the Political Department of the Military Region; people from provincial, municipal, and county newspapers; and also leaders of the county government and county education.
Even Director Feng from the machinery factory followed behind with a smile on his face like Maitreya Buddha.
Comrades from the military region and the district committee went to the podium and directly read out the commendation order for Zhang Xudong.
The commendation order introduced Zhang Xudong's deeds, and jointly awarded Zhang Xudong the title of "Courageous Hero" and a bonus of 1,000 yuan.
The county government and relevant departments were ordered to provide preferential treatment and rewards to the heroes.
Then, Zhang Xudong was given a big red flower on his chest and was carried to a large truck by the county militia.
Then, Zhang Xudong was pulled by a large truck and traveled through all the streets and alleys in the county.
In the following days, Zhang Xudong was awarded various model titles by various units.
Even the school awarded Zhang Xudong the title of model student and outstanding member of the Communist Youth League.
Then Zhang Xudong appeared on the front pages of county, city, regional and provincial newspapers.
Then the national daily newspaper reprinted the provincial newspaper's article.
So, people all over the country knew that there was a cowardly little hero named Zhang Xudong.
Then, every day Zhang Xudong is either giving a speech or on his way to give a speech.
Here comes the problem. Some readers say that if you don’t want to go, then don’t go!
But in that era, people only gave you six words: This is a political task.
Do you have anything else to say? Can you say no?
After reciting the prepared speech hundreds of times, Zhang Xudong finally returned home more than a month later.
After resting at home for two days, Zhang Xudong had no choice but to continue resting at home because the school had already given a half-month autumn holiday for the busy farming season.
He Jingxian looked at the dark and thin Zhang Xudong and asked doubtfully:
"Brother Dong, you've taken care of our food, drinks, and accommodations all along the way, so how come you've become like this? You've lost over ten pounds, haven't you?"
Zhang Xudong looked at He Jingxian with some difficulty in speaking, and hesitated for a while before saying:
"Jing'er, do you think it's hard here?"
He Jingxian asked doubtfully, "What's wrong, Brother Dong? Did something happen to you?"
Zhang Xudong touched his eyes and said, "No matter how hard life is here, no one eats that Guanyin soil.
However, in many places, such as Nan Province, Dong Province, Hui Province and even Sichuan Province, there are people who left this world after eating that thing.
You said, every time I go to a place, even if there is only a sweet potato in my bowl, when I see those children with big heads and thin limbs, can I eat it?
If you don’t go out, you won’t know. Only when you go out will you understand that in the face of natural disasters and man-made calamities, there is no worst for old farmers, only worse.”
After Zhang Xudong finished speaking, he covered his face with his hands and stopped talking, but tears rolled down from between his hands.
He Jingxian's eyes were filled with tears. She hugged Zhang Xudong with both hands, patted his back distressedly and said:
"For more than three hundred years since the end of the Ming Dynasty, our nation has been in dire straits every day.
Now we have our own country. Although it is weak and poor, it is our hope.
Only if we work together to make it rich and powerful can we prevent our future generations from suffering such hardships.
Therefore, pity and tears are useless. Those who lag behind will be beaten, and poverty is the original sin.
Therefore, tears are useless. Only when our country becomes stronger can our people have hope."
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