With strength in numbers, all the goods in the supermarket were rearranged in one night.
There are about a thousand people in the school, and it would take dozens of buses to accommodate them, so we just walk back and forth.
Walking ten or twenty kilometers was a very common thing in 1978.
About a thousand students were lined up in two teams.
Even though they had worked for four hours, they were still full of energy and sang in unison as they walked.
The songs they sang were ones that I heard less and less often in my previous life.
For example, "We are the successors of communism" and "We workers have power".
Several people in Jiang Shiyue’s dormitory were standing side by side.
Sun Xuezhen lamented, "They say knowledge is money. Today I experienced it firsthand. In our commune, a full work point of ten centimeters was worth about 70 or 80 cents. But ten work points were so hard to earn! Many strong laborers, working from dawn to dusk, couldn't even earn ten centimeters."
But now, look at us, we earn 1.2 yuan in four hours a day, which is more than what ordinary people earn in a day."
Ma Guantong nodded. "It's true that we make easy money. It's the same on our farm. We only make 1.8 yuan after a hard day of cutting and carrying wood. But what does this have to do with knowledge? We don't even use what we learned."
Jiang Shiyue smiled and tapped Ma Guantong's forehead twice with her index finger. "The definition of knowledge isn't that narrow. Look, we've been moving things around these past few days. Aren't most of the goods labeled with words and prices? Does being able to read count as knowledge?"
You worked so hard to get into university that we could meet here and have the job opportunities we have today. Isn’t it knowledge that brought us together?”
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