I brought a Jurassic

Chapter 184: Just a bunch of self-righteous maggots
"We've just wasted time, but the class meeting still needs to continue. Wang Luo, you are the one that everyone wants, so you'll be the next monitor! I'll arrange for the students in our class to go to the village next!"

Teacher Zhou made the arrangements directly.

"Teacher Zhou, I might often ask for leave and not be in class in the future. The monitor is here to serve the students. How can I serve my classmates? So I won't do it. You should find someone else!"

Wang Luo shook his head and refused directly. Being a squad leader would be like occupying the toilet without doing anything, and it would cause a lot of trouble. That's why he refused to do it!

Seeing that Wang Luo refused to do it, Teacher Zhou had no choice but to arrange another boy to be the class monitor. After arranging the other class leaders, he began to arrange for them to go to the countryside.

According to Teacher Zhou's arrangement, Wang Luo, He Yushui and four other classmates were assigned to Huojiazhuang, 20 miles away from the school. After sorting out their belongings for a night, they headed straight for their destination the next day with bedding, food coupons and other things, just like the migrant workers in later generations who went to the city to find jobs.

He Yushui's bicycle was naturally requisitioned to carry the luggage, while the others all walked. 20 miles is a piece of cake for people nowadays, and they arrived there just by shuffling their legs.

"Welcome, students, welcome to our Huojia Village to help with the autumn harvest! I'll be troubling you from now on!"

As soon as they arrived at the village, the village chief Huo Dagang came towards them and shook hands and greeted each of the "scholars" from the capital one by one.

"Uncle Huo, you are too polite. It is my duty to help you. You should arrange a place for us to stay. Put down your luggage and go to work in the fields. The autumn harvest does not wait for anyone!"

As the leader, Wang Luo naturally dealt with Village Chief Huo.

"There's no rush to work in the fields. You are scholars, so how can you be asked to work in the fields? Just help everyone count the grain, weigh it, and record it. Besides, it's almost noon, so eating is important. Let's go and eat first. Everything is ready! The guest should follow the host's wishes, don't be modest."

With a wave of their hands, the villagers behind them helped take the luggage from their hands and took them home for dinner.

"Come on, the food is simple, don't be disgusted!"

Back in the village's public canteen, which used to serve big-pot meals, a square table was already filled with food. The food was definitely rich in that era, with stewed chicken, fish, and some seasonal vegetables. The staple food was large white steamed buns, and there was a bottle of wine.

Of the six students who came, except Wang Luo and He Yushui, the other four began to drool when they saw the food, thinking that they could sit down and eat right away.

"Village Chief Huo, this exceeds the standard. It's not that I'm arrogant. We are just students who came here to work. We know that the villagers in your village are hospitable, but I have walked all the way here and saw that our people are pale and thin. These meals are really unpalatable. We have to work in a working manner. After all, we still have subsidies and live in the city with food supplies. Withdraw and follow the standard of our meal tickets. If we are really greedy, we will solve it ourselves."

Wang Luo didn't even sit down, but asked to be evacuated. After all, there were mountains on the other side of Mentoukou Liujiagou, where he could get some wild game to satisfy his hunger. However, Huojia Village was a plain, and there was no other opportunity to make extra money except growing crops. He began to observe the surroundings since he entered the village.

They live a very hard life. They live in low adobe houses. The better ones are covered with tiles, while the worse ones are covered with straw. The villagers are wearing patched clothes and look pale and thin. It was only because he brought back a batch of grain some time ago that everyone could have a full meal. Otherwise, they would probably not be able to wait until the autumn harvest in the summer. Next year, he will have to go out for a walk and get some grain. This year's batch is for emergency use.

Now, the windows and door of the original big canteen are still crowded with a bunch of children watching the fun. Most of them are naked, sniffing the fragrance of food in the air. They can't be driven away by adults, and they don't listen even if they are beaten or scolded. They are just greedy. It is good enough to have a meal of white flour buns during the New Year, let alone meat. The adults don't want the children to be like this, as they really lack it. Even so, Wang Luo is eating and drinking in public. How can he swallow it? This is not his own home.

"This is a token of our village's love. After all, you are here to help us with our work. This is our first meal, so make it a little better. This will prevent us from making the same mistake again. So, who is this? Hurry up and take your children home. Why are you making such a fuss here?"

While explaining to Wang Luo and the others with a smile, he turned around and began to scold the children at the door. "We appreciate your kindness, but we really can't eat this food. When we came out, the school gave us a standard, and we followed the farmers to eat according to this standard. No matter how much we eat, we have to give food coupons. This is the rule, and we have to abide by it. Village Chief Huo, give the food to the children, we will follow you, and we will eat whatever you eat!"

Wang Luo pointed at the children and shook his head to refuse.

"Hey, this, hey, Shuanzi, if that's the case, just give it to the child!"

Village chief Huo had no choice but to give instructions to the people around him to distribute the food, and brought back steamed buns made of three-grain flour and some boiled vegetables with oil floating on them. Only then did Wang Luo and the others start to eat.

There is a kind of literary style in later generations, called "scar literature". Many readers should have read some of these works, which are about this period and later, until around 76 when urban youth went to the countryside to support rural construction.

The central idea of ​​the whole article, whether explicit or implicit, is "I have suffered a lot", "Why do I have to suffer like this", "I shouldn't suffer like this", "I am so miserable". The more profound ones only superficially discuss "Who forced me to suffer" and then criticize it. No one has ever thought about the questions of "Why are farmers so miserable?" and "How to prevent the people of Longguo from suffering". They are all whining without any reason.

In fact, according to many people of the older generation, when these city children came to the countryside, the old farmers treated them well, giving them food, drink and shelter. According to their logic, these were people from the city, they were all knowledgeable, they were all gentlemen. Longguo has always respected knowledgeable people since ancient times and would never treat them unfairly. They hoped that under the leadership of these so-called gentlemen, they could increase their knowledge, get out of poverty, and produce more grain, even though food was already scarce and they didn't know how to work, they still had to get a share of the food rations.

Tie Sheng, the author of "I and the Altar of Earth", once recalled some details in "My Distant Qingping Bay". Tie Sheng was sick and lying on the kang. That day, the team leader brought a bowl of white steamed buns. The steamed buns were made of the first two crops of flour, very white; the inside was all black flour, and all the bran was ground into it. It was very difficult to eat such a meal at that time. Seeing that Tie Sheng was in poor health, the production team leader asked him not to do farm work and let him feed the cows. The old man who fed the cows with him helped him add grass to the cows at night so that he could sleep more.

Not long after Tie Sheng returned to the capital, his legs began to atrophy. While he was in the hospital, a classmate who had returned to Beijing from northern Shaanxi came to see him.

Tiesheng wrote: I brought the things that the villagers brought me: millet, mung beans, red dates, sesame seeds... I recognized a small handkerchief package, and I knew it must be popcorn. The classmate finally took out a ten-jin food coupon from his pocket and said that the poor old man asked him to bring it to me. The food coupon was very torn, stained with oil, and connected in the middle by a piece of white paper.

These details show the people's love for these city children, but what do these city children do?
Some city kids went too far. The sudden change in environment caused their sense of right and wrong to change rapidly. Some boys who were once arrogant and dignified, and some girls who were originally dignified and shy, showed their true colors to the farmers: picking fruits, stealing vegetables, taking anything they saw at the market, paying less or not paying at all. Some people stole money, and one person got it, and the group went to the restaurant to eat and drink. Poor farmers, losing a few dollars, a dozen dollars, means the loss of the family's entire annual income.

Many urban youths do not take farmers seriously at all, and decades later, when they have become successful, they still feel very happy when they recall their past thefts. However, this happiness is based on robbing farmers.

Wang Luo did not deny the suffering of these urban youths at that time, especially those from wealthy families who suddenly came from the capital and the Magic City to a remote and poor countryside where they had to work every day and had no opportunities for entertainment. They could not see any way out for the future, so they were naturally mentally miserable.

But they are much better off than the farmers in terms of material conditions. When they have the ability, they try their best to highlight the so-called scars, and some twisted individuals try their best to belittle the local farmers, believing that the farmers are exploiting them.

Damn, that doesn't make any sense at all, and it's scar literature, just forget it, you have no shame at all.

Wang Luo came to this world. Even though he traveled through time, even though his conditions became better, even though he had a golden finger, he could not escape the fact that he was a farmer's child who worked hard in the fields in his previous life. So he would not do such things. If he did not eat well and suffered, he would find a way out himself. Why should he rely on others for everything? He is just a group of parasitic maggots.

Now that he has come to Huojia Village to help farmers, he must set a high standard for himself. A chicken may be the money for a family's salt and oil for a year. What qualifications does he have to eat this chicken and these white flour buns? So no matter what Village Chief Huo thinks, he will not eat these things.

After eating and drinking and chatting for a while, Wang Luo took He Yushui and the others to their accommodation. This was the village brigade headquarters, which consisted of several old tiled houses. It was probably the houses of wealthy families in the past, but now they were shared.

(End of this chapter)