The other day I wrote “My 50 Years of Knowing Youth Festival” and asked my buddy to send it to his WeChat group. To my surprise, it spread to countless WeChat groups instantly. The power of the Internet is so strong that my classmates and friends who had not spoken a word for nearly 50 years were able to find me and get in touch with me quickly. A few classmates and friends got together again to drink and catch up.
One of my classmates and friends was Guoqing. When the year is also considered a woman in the heroic. Later on, she took the same path as the girls in the compound back then: she joined the army, became a soldier, and went into medicine. Later demobilized, in the five units of the Ministry of Space under the hospital or from the medical.
Talking about the team, she is still as bold as back then, one end of the glass, said: when I was in the team, unlike you, but also fucking can eat, drink and play. Just one fucking word: miserable! I said, how a miserable method? She said, just to tell you two words. You will know how miserable I am. You know what the old farmers in my village call me? Called the stinky girl.
A few of us old boys were shocked by her two words, looking at her, think back in the day, even if it is not a sinking fish, but also born beautiful. How can the word “stinky girl” be associated with? We became more and more curious, all open mouth waiting for her to say next.
She picked up a glass of wine, took a small sip, then pulled out a cigarette, did not point, but looked at us and said, you do not smoke? I said, we are all suffering from various illnesses and pains, we no longer have the blessing of the living gods. She said she was fine, all the physiological and biochemical indicators of the physical examination are normal, no those small arrows, up and down are not. We said, it’s great, people are almost jealous of it. She said, in fact, that the hood emitted smoke, how many times higher than the second-hand smoke. I said, “I basically don’t cook. However, you can suck it up. We have long been alcohol tested and immune to smoke. She then hit the fire to light the cigarette.
Most of what follows is what she said. I am paraphrasing here, as far as possible to maintain her narrative style of speech, so as not to distort, otherwise, afraid of losing a lot of the sense of the scene back then.
When the school was organized to join the army, I also looked for you. I thought we could go together and go to the same place, so we could take care of each other. But none of them were found. Now I know, you all tumbled and folded into the study class. I say.
The county I went to is called Qi County. I was assigned to the village of Liang. Liang village of youth, all honest children, like me, almost no. It was a very uncomfortable feeling. In later words, it was lonely. I was different from others, but I did not want to hide it, pretending to mingle with others. The only thing that makes me tired is the fact that I am still me at heart. Farming is tiring enough, pretend again, it will not be exhausted me.
Is it not true that people gather in groups and things are divided by groups? I have to find my own kind, otherwise how can I live? At least talk to each other, some times, the heart has no place to say, can really give people suffocate. So why do people now advocate huddling for warmth. Really found a few similar in another village. I went to see them. From our village to their village, the middle of the county, but also across a big sand river, a full 50 miles. There is a big mile, not like the bus station in Beijing, said a mile, the next station can be seen. I finally 20 miles to the county town, first bought two bottles of wine and canned food or something. I thought that when we get together, also let a day of buckwheat, chicken rubbing, their stomachs have long run out of oil and water, to improve. I carried these supplies, legs to the place, long before the dark sky. Was it easy for me? I didn’t eat a single bite of the food I brought on the way, I was trying to get them to eat more. Am I being kind and good?
In fact, it is better to enter the village in the dark, so as to avoid those students who always see us as aliens and avoid their wary eyes. I asked an old villager to find out where the person I was looking for lived. Coincidentally, when I asked, the villager knew and led me to the residence of the two female counterparts. They were surprised, they would not have thought that I would fall from the sky in the middle of the night. The boyfriend of one of them is from the same village as her. I said, go get them to go ah. She was about to push the door out, I told her again, be careful, don’t let those people see. She said, you do not worry about it, but also smiled, making it look like the underground party to go to the joint.
Soon, she came back, and brought two boys behind her. She was really careful not to let people find us a few of the same kind of reunion. The two boys, seeing that I brought wine and food, eyes put the wolf-like light, I understand. I have not seen meat for a long, long time? We pry cans of pry cans, open bottles of wine, open bottles of wine, clean up the place to clean up the place, to sit down to eat and drink, outside the door knocking on the mountain. Said the team to convey the superior documents all attend. We all hold our breath. Only one voice pretending to just wake up said: we all fell asleep. What is there to convey tomorrow.
The voice outside was louder, and there was more than one. Chaos said: you do not listen to the higher documents to convey, but also dare to delay until tomorrow? Get dressed and get up! We said, “Tomorrow,” we all went to sleep. I did not think that this is the sentence sleep down, and then how can not say.
Outside the shouting is getting louder and louder, and people are gathering more and more. It seems that the momentum of the bombing of Mount Lushan, the door does not open is not over the gate.
I want to open on it, open what else? At most confiscated my cans of my wine. Just open the door. Outside a large group of people rushed in, a look inside two men and three women? This is not good! They all confessed, saying they were sleeping! This is not blatant hooliganism, sabotage against the movement to the mountains and the countryside? Must be criticized and stink!
That night, a group of militia was called in, with real guns and fake guns, and we were detained as class enemies. They watched us all night long. The next day, we were taken out, and a circle was drawn on the ground, so that the five of us stood in the circle. Then, the slogans of “Down with the bourgeoisie, down with the hooligans” were shouted loudly.
What’s even more comical is that one of them said I was a secret agent sent by Wang Guangmei. Specially to sabotage. Wang Guangmei was already in prison. How did she send a spy? Even if she hadn’t been in jail, she couldn’t have sent me as a spy, because people knew who I was! I told them that I had come to see my classmates for a drink. They said, what looking for classmates, is the fish looking for fish shrimp looking for shrimp, the king looking for turtle, frog looking for toad. A set of them. Then, someone took some stones to hit us. I wondered how they were like a demon, how could they do that to their former classmates? What makes them so cold and heartless? The basic attributes of human beings are lost.
Back in the day, when buddies play, in the Zhongguancun area is also one of the first, have not run into this it! I really want to pick up a what a stretcher or something to swing them damn! But look around a bit, what can be handed guys did not. And look, they are many people. Really fight, will definitely lose. A little intolerance is a big plan. Tolerate it.
Then, they are again a scolding. See we do not put a fart, the gang will slowly lose interest, there is no confrontation, like a fist on cotton, they also feel boring, so the muddle closed.
They are closed, but I still can not swallow this breath. I suddenly remembered that there are two buddies in the next village, I went back to the village by the way, looking for my two buddies. The two buddies heard, there is still a damn thing? Without saying a word, one person carried a pickaxe, and went to find the gang to play. They carried a pickaxe, the village and the world to spare the world, see people ask, that day bullying my buddies are who? So far, the village bullies have all been honest. The few of my lung buddies also breathed well.
She said here, I interjected a sentence, you said half a day, but not to how to get involved with the stinky girl ah? I’m more interested in how you became a woman again?
The first thing I told you was that the background of the girl was created, otherwise, the girl would not have appeared out of nowhere. So, she went on to say.
I did not call two buddies for me to take out the anger? Afterwards, I told one of them about my situation. The buddy said, “Guoqing, aren’t you alone in Liang Village? You don’t fit in with them, do you? I’ll show you a clear way to ask for a turd with your village. I asked him to repeat what he said. He said, “I want to take out the manure! Then, he told me about the benefits of emptying the manure like a family.
He said, first of all, you do not have to get up early, the village work, in summer before dawn to ring the bell, winter so cold, how to crawl out of the blanket? The first is that you don’t have to get up when you want to. This second, you and they do not get along, this work is your own, you do not see them, do not see the heart. Third, this meal and shit everyone is inevitable, who shall not shit and piss every day? But the volume of the toilet is limited. You do not give him hollow, even shit with urine out of a courtyard, the stink, he has to beg you to hollow, you have to take you as a grandfather. You say in the team is good as a grandson, or good as a master, it is not obvious?
I’m a little confused, said, how do you know so well?
He said, I’m in our village to empty the shit ah. Once in the village, I can see the middle of the doorway on the dry. Now it is still dry. If not, you asked me to pull your share, how can I be at your beck and call? To be honest, whether you can do this work in the village, it is still two say.
I said, “Why didn’t your buddy who was with you do it? He said, he went to the mountains to herd sheep. More fucking comfortable.
I took his word for it. Back in the village, I applied to the captain to take out shit. If it wasn’t for the fact that he took a long leave of absence from the original manure digger’s family, I really couldn’t do it. The captain led me to the boy’s house, picking up the bucket of manure. Good guy, on that an empty bucket is a small 20 pounds. All the panels are thick wooden strips hooped. I thought, I have to try, there must be a step-by-step process. I found another female youth in our village, the reason for her, because she is also a good and evil master.
The first day, we two a stretcher, she was in front, the reason I was behind, is to move the barrel of the beam back, my side of the stretcher is short, her side is lighter not. This, but also to her pressure only screaming. But she did not know that the center of gravity on my side, I more damn hard. The strain is okay, the taste is more torturous, you see the dung spoon in the yellow and green inside the stirring, the stomach and intestines reflexively like a tumble, and then feedback to the mouth, vomiting up endlessly. My partner on the dry three days, said you give me a break, kill me forget, you said out of the big sky, I also quit.
I have no choice, I have to do it alone. The first two days, I did not dare to fill the scoop to half, pick up, but also seventy to eighty pounds. The stretcher pressed on the shoulders, I can not take a step. I had to use both hands to hold the stretcher up again. There is something to sing, a small stretcher three feet three, cough aigoo aigoo, sisters pick up not change shoulders. That is nonsense. What is she carrying without changing shoulders? Surely not a bucket of dung, if a bucket of dung, Ya can pick up, I’m convinced she. The first day, half a bucket, I finally picked up and delivered to the place.
I’m a person who loves to fight. Not can not pick it? I have to pick, I am not afraid of people gossip. As soon as I got to the point where I wanted to get down, I pushed up my chest and took a big step. Shouting loudly, determined, not afraid to sacrifice, to overcome all difficulties, to go for victory. I figured out that the more miles you are, the more you can’t take a step, the more pressure you have bladder pain. Later, I could not believe myself, more than a hundred pounds of two buckets of dung, I picked up, but also whistling wind to go.
The village street aunts and idle men, as soon as they saw me coming with a bucket of manure, they ran far away, afraid that if I could not pick, the bucket of manure overturned, manure soup splashed on the ground, and then splashed on them. Later, when I came over, they shouted stinky girl came over, run away quickly! I also looked back and wondered, who is the stinky girl, running what running? I searched all over, but I did not see any other women on the street besides me. I realized that the stinky girl they were talking about was me!
Do I fucking stink? Tug on their neck collar, stick your nose in and smell, it does not stink ah. Later, I realized that I was living in the abalone restaurant for a long time without smelling its stench ah. My olfactory organs have been fucking dysfunctional. Let the two big buckets of shit to waste.
I said, I know, you just become a stinky woman. So you’re like the dude said, become a grandpa?
Guoqing said, “Not bad. One day either this woman, or that aunt ran to shout: my toilet is full again, girl you quickly go to empty it? I do not even take a look at them, casual nose grunt, what is the hurry, in two days I go to see. They thanked a lot. But I know that people still call me a stinky girl behind my back. This name went out, who want to collect can not be retracted.
Later, I thought, the people who know, is that I pulled out the shit out of the name of the stinky girl; do not know it? Not necessarily think I did something dishonorable, to get the name of the stinky girl. It’s also too humiliating! Seventeen or eighteen girls let people stinky girl stinky girl called, really not a good thing. I’m not afraid to be a soldier.
Late in the evening of August 1970, I carried my luggage with the moon, and with me to carry the manure of the good and evil master, one foot deep and one foot shallow, avoiding the vigilant sight of the militia, fled to Qixian station. I don’t dare to enter the waiting room, afraid that the militia will take us back as deserters. We have been hiding in the culvert of the railway track, watching the train coming from the direction of Pingyao. Finally, the 7:00 train to Taiyuan entered the station, and we both flew out of the culvert and jumped on the train. The train took us to Taiyuan, and from Taiyuan we escaped to Beijing. At this point, my career as an interloper was all but over.
I said, I do not know, now the village people still call you stinky girl. She laughed and said, “If people still call me that now, I still feel quite affectionate. This means that there are still people who remember me, I did not insert a team for nothing.
I said, at that time there is a poem about the poop is famous, I do not know if you have read it? She said, “What poem? I said, that is, the “changed”. She said, “I can’t remember. I said, let me read it to you? She said, “Okay. I read the poem.
I looked back and scooped up the dung soup.
I smelled the fragrance of grains at once.
It’s not that my sense of smell is not sharp.
It’s because my mind has changed.
Everyone laughed, but she did not laugh.
I said, “Is it because your mind has changed too, so you don’t feel the stench anymore? She said, “What has changed? That big shit sitting there can not fucking stink? And also grain fragrance? Didn’t I tell you? My sense of smell, long ago let the two buckets of manure to the waste of well.
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