Chapter 259 You don’t understand me

Heavy rain trapped the mountain, blocked the mountain road, and forced more than 200 students to stay overnight in the mining area. In such a severe situation, the outside world may not have been very clear, but the school handled it in a timely manner. After the emergency meeting, the leading teachers immediately got on the bus to calm the students and copied the students' home phone numbers one by one.

Of course, telephones were very expensive in 94. Even though most of the students at the No. Middle School in the city came from well-off families, only a few could afford them. But no matter what, there was always a channel for contact, such as the neighbors next door or the store downstairs. Even children from farming families in poor mountainous areas could contact their parents through the village committee or township phone.

After collecting the contact information, the teachers in charge announced in the car the cultural activities to be held in the auditorium that evening, asked each class group to report their programs, and reminded the students of numerous safety issues before letting them get off the car to move freely.

It was already half dark at that time and it was no longer raining. In the dry and silent dusk, countless crows were making a lot of noise and fussing under the eaves and in the short trees. They flapped their wings, fought, and chased each other like they were courting each other, making waves in the air with the rustling sound of wings hitting the airflow. When they flew low, their black feathers fluttered. Sometimes they flew very low, passing by people's faces, making people feel a cool breeze; sometimes they flew very high, as if they wanted to drill into the clouds and destroy their bodies.

In the distant mine, tiny lights have been lit up, and one arsenic furnace after another is still running. Thick black smoke rises into the sky, and the sounds of cannons and machines can be heard one after another.

Around seven o'clock, several middle-aged men who looked like fellow villagers brought over food in large porcelain basins. The basins were long and steaming. Under the instructions of Luo Dahai, the Dean of Academic Affairs, they staggered across the muddy courtyard and parked the dishes against the south wall of the auditorium. The students lined up in several columns according to their classes, all craning their necks to look into the large porcelain basins.

The school selected a few students to distribute the food to everyone. Each person had a fixed amount of food, two or three taels of rice, and three dishes. It didn't look very good, and it was also vegetarian, with cabbage stewed with vermicelli and white radish boiled in water. As if to cover up the excessive blandness, a few drops of chili oil were symbolically added. The only meat dish was stir-fried pork with pickled mustard greens.

When the food was being distributed, Luo Dahai, the Dean of Academic Affairs, stood by with his hands behind his back and shouted: "Everyone line up, come one by one, there is food for everyone, don't worry! In addition, the school has arranged staff to contact the parents of the students and report that they are safe. Please rest assured that we will be able to return to the city safely tomorrow! Now everyone, have a good meal. After that, we will have a cultural evening in the auditorium. Classmates, the current situation is rather special. We are trapped in this deep mountain mining area. Because the conditions do not allow, the food is a little worse and the living conditions are also very difficult. But I believe that this experience will definitely become a beautiful memory of our high school days in the future, and it will definitely have a positive impact on our lives. In a word, the difficulties in front of us are not terrible. What is terrible is that we lack the strong will and belief to overcome it..."

Director Luo spoke enthusiastically with his hands behind his back, and the more he spoke, the more energetic he became. However, Mao was at a loss after spending the entire afternoon, and the students were already starving. How could they have the energy to pay attention to Director Luo's official authority?

After getting their meals, they would sit in a circle with their best friends in the shabby courtyard, chatting and laughing while eating the light meals, which seemed quite normal.

Wang Xiaokai spent a long time picking out the food in the lunch box, then sighed and said, "This meal really makes me feel bad."

Zhang Yunqi said happily: "You are only in a good mood when you are playing games and looking at beautiful women."

Wang Xiaokai put down his chopsticks and said, "Boss Zhang, as a brother, you really don't understand me at all."

Zhang Yunqi said: "I understand you, just like a farmer understands manure."

Several girls were laughing.

Lin Xueqing rolled her eyes and said, "Please be careful with your words. We are all eating."

Zhang Yunqi felt the same way: "Sorry."

Chu Jian said, "Yunqi, you haven't eaten such a meal for a long time, right?"

Zhang Yunqi took two mouthfuls of rice and said with a smile, "Now that you mention it, it seems to be true. But I remember it was the same when I was in junior high school in town. The poor students in our mountain village of Gu Lao all ate in the courtyard. The meals were divided into three types: A, B and C. A dishes had big slices of meat, B dishes had no meat but were more oily, and the worst was B dishes, with watery soup that was hard to swallow and not filling at all. But, I couldn't even afford C dishes at that time, so I had to bring pickled vegetables from home that were so choking that I had to eat them."

When talking about these things, Zhang Yunqi actually didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He just treated it as a casual chat during the meal, because such experiences were not uncommon in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Most of the poor students had experienced it. But it was also because of this that, after personally experiencing those poor days when they couldn't afford to eat, they could feel more deeply that their current lives are getting better and their motherland is becoming stronger and more prosperous, and they would complain that the food in front of them was bland and tasteless and hard to swallow.

But the first meeting gave me a completely different feeling.

In her opinion, although this was just a small matter that happened a long time ago, and she herself had such an experience, Yunqi's extraordinaryness was reflected in this aspect. His attitude towards life was completely different from that of some boys in the school who loved to show off. He did not disguise himself. Compared with those students from wealthy families, he did not feel inferior to his identity as a farmer's child living in a remote area. He would not feel that his life was meaningless because of the embarrassment and difficulties in life, and he would not be complacent because of his current rich life and be superior to his classmates. Over the past few years, she has seen that Yunqi has a calm and peaceful attitude towards suffering and happiness. Only those who have a deeper understanding of life can be so strong in spirit.

When she was thinking this, Chu Jian saw Zhang Yunqi finish half of the bowl of rice in a short time, so she gave him half of her rice: "I can't finish it, I'll give you some, you eat slowly."

Wang Xiaokai's eyes almost popped out when he saw this scene: "This person is so annoying. I can't eat enough either, why doesn't anyone give me some food?"

My little face blushed when I first saw her.

Yu Xiaorui couldn't help but smile, but she felt that Wang Xiaokai was greedy, so she pointed to the southern wall with her chopsticks: "There's still food in the basin, if you're not full, go get some yourself."

Wang Xiaokai asked seriously: "Can I play like this if I play by myself?"

Yu Xiaorui looked at him with disdain: "Why is it different? You are just a sperm trap."

Zhang Yunqi listened to the quarrel between the two enemies and saw Li Yufei beside him simply took two bites of the food and stopped eating. She looked unhappy, so he asked: "The food is not to your liking, right?"

Li Yufei smiled faintly: "It's okay, I don't eat much, Yunqi, you should eat more."

Xiao Xuemei seemed to have some objections when she heard this. She had always had a good relationship with Li Yufei, so she said with a hint of meaning: "Even if you eat less, you still have to eat. There's really no need to starve yourself because of others!"

Zhang Yunqi wanted to speak, but at this time he saw Li Xiaoman, Zhao Chengming, Lin Zihao and Xu Wen walking towards the gate of the courtyard, and Li Xiaoman called out Li Yufei.

When Zhang Yunqi was queuing for food just now, he didn't see this group of people in the line. From their appearance, it seemed that they had already eaten dinner somewhere else. Zhao Chengming was holding a thermos box in his hand. When they came closer, Huo Xiaoguang, who was picking his teeth with a toothpick, squinted at the food in the bowl of a student squatting in the courtyard, scratched the back of his head and said, "The school is too stingy. What kind of dog food is this?"

The student looked up and glanced at Huo Xiaoguang, his face suddenly turned red, but he didn't say a word. The people around him also had disgust on their faces. Some angry boys poured the food directly into the slop bucket, and perhaps because of their great strength, a lot of smelly slop splashed out.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaokai turned around and asked Yu Xiaorui: "Do you know what an idiot looks like?"

Yu Xiaorui was puzzled: "What?"

Wang Xiaokai said: "You will know when he comes over later."

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