Chapter 55 Weekend - "At the beginning of the 1970s, I made a fortune from zero-yuan purchases"
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After dinner, six people sat around the long table.The lights in the dormitory are not very bright, and the light is dim.Someone was walking up and down in the corridor, and the sound of footsteps and voices came intermittently.
Liu Weidong was lying on the table writing the thousand-word article about his thoughts and feelings. He bit his pen and couldn't hold back a single word for a long time.I wrote on the manuscript paper, scratched it, and crumpled it into several paper balls.He scratched his head and scratched his head for a while, flipped through the works of great men, and muttered words, but he just couldn't make up the number of words.
Zhao Zhenguo is previewing the content of anatomy class, using a pen to draw a diagram of the human skeleton in his notebook.He drew very carefully, drawing a circle for the skull, a semicircle for the mandible, and several arcs for the ribs.Although the drawings don't look alike, the labels are clearly written - the frontal bones, parietal bones, occipital bones, and temporal bones are marked one by one.
Chen Zhiyuan was flipping through the "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook" and was fascinated by it.As he read, he wrote down on paper which herbal medicines could cure which diseases, which acupuncture points dealt with which pains, and he remembered them densely.
Lin Dashan leaned on the bedside and smoked silently.His smoking posture is very sophisticated. He holds the cigarette between two fingers, takes a deep breath, pauses for a few seconds, and then spits it out slowly.Smoke curled around the bulb like a veil.His eyes were half open and half closed, not knowing what he was thinking.
Guo Dajiang squatted on the ground and kept polishing his leather shoes.The leather shoes were issued by the army and had black laces. He wiped them carefully. He first wiped off the dust with a wet cloth, then polished them with a dry cloth. Finally, he squeezed on shoe polish and brushed them back and forth with a brush.The smell of shoe polish mixed with the smell of cigarette smoke floated in the dormitory.
Wang Jianxin took out the "Surgical Pathology" from his satchel and placed it on the table.The book cover is dark blue, badly worn, and the corners are white, but the words on the spine can still be read clearly.
"Where did you get it?" Liu Weidong came over and took a look, his eyes widened, "This is a formal textbook! The mimeographed books we distributed are incomparable to this. Look at the thickness, the printing, the paper -"
"I happened to meet a teacher and he lent it to me." Wang Jianxin opened the book and read a few pages without saying much.
Lin Dashan leaned his head over the bed and glanced at the title of the book. He snorted and lowered his voice and said, "Be careful. This kind of book is now regarded as a scholar's book. It's not good for people to find out."
"What's wrong with reading a book?" Zhao Zhenguo pushed up his glasses and disagreed.
"I'm afraid that someone will use the topic to make use of it." Lin Dashan puffed out smoke, "What we learn now and what we don't learn are all very particular. If you read one more page or one less page, someone may make excuses for it."
The dormitory became quiet.Liu Weidong stopped writing, Zhao Zhenguo stopped painting, and Chen Zhiyuan closed the book.Several people looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't say anything.
Wang Jianxin put the book into his satchel.
Guo Dajiang suddenly spoke.He put down his leather shoes, sat on the ground, looked at the five people in the room, and said in a low voice but very slowly: "We are from different places, and it is fate that we can sit in this room. If you are successful in learning, you must first make a friend. No matter what happens in the future, try to help those who can help."
This is a simple statement, but it carries a heavy weight.
Liu Weidong was the first to slap the table: "Yes! From now on, we will be brothers, sharing blessings and suffering together."
Chen Zhiyuan also nodded.Zhao Zhenguo pushed up his glasses and smiled.Lin Dashan put out his cigarette and said nothing, but the corner of his mouth moved.
Then someone suggested ranking the boss, second, and third.Ranked by age, ranked by military age, ranked by position, and argued a few words.
Zhao Zhenguo pushed up his glasses and said, "We are soldiers, isn't this inappropriate?"
Everyone stopped talking.Soldiers talk about duties and organizational discipline, not the trappings of martial arts.Ranking first and second in line is the common people's way of playing.
Liu Weidong changed the topic and asked Wang Jianxin: "Captain, I heard that we should stay in school for half a year before going to the factory and commune down below to open the school? Why did your group be sent out this time? How many days has school started?"
No one knows why this arrangement was made.Wang Jianxin doesn’t know either.But the above arrangements are such that as a soldier, you can only execute orders.He thought for a moment and said, "It may be a pilot project, or it may be for other reasons. No matter what, just work hard when you go there, and you will learn the same thing when you get down there."
Wang Jianxin looked at his watch and said to the first squad leader Lin Dashan and the second squad leader Zhao Zhenguo: "Before lights out, you two go check the bed. Guo Dajiang goes to inform the third squad leader Wang Zhaodi, and you also check the female soldiers. One hour after lights out, Guo Dajiang and I check again."
"Yes!" The three of them responded and went out.
In the next few days, I did morning exercises and classes every day.The days pass like a pendulum on time - get up at six o'clock, go to exercise at six thirty, go to class at eight o'clock, lunch at twelve o'clock, class at two o'clock in the afternoon, end class at five o'clock, dinner, evening self-study, lights out at nine thirty.
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