MTL - I Had a Home In 1982-Chapter 38 Chinese heroes live forever

  Chapter 38 38. Chinese heroes immortal

  Wang Yi didn't expect that he was just shaving the children's heads, which resulted in a crowd of onlookers...

   All the young people on the island came running.

  Wang Dongyang, Wang Dongfeng, Wang Xinlei and others hung their shoulders and watched, and after a while the women also came:

   "Does Teacher Wang still shave his head?"

   "Where did he get the faders? It's hard to buy faders these days. You have to use a special industrial coupon. My cousin's old faders didn't work. I wanted to buy them.

   "Look, look, what kind of fader is Mr. Wang?"

  Wang Yi's faders are modern electronic faders.

  In order to save money, he bought it for himself - these days, finding a low-end barber shop in the city to get the simplest flat haircut costs forty or fifty dollars, while buying an electric fader costs only one hundred yuan.

  200 yuan can be used for ten years, how much money can be saved!

   He had an idea to cut the hair of the children in Yuhong Class before, but he didn't bring his usual clippers with him. He bought a new one 22 years ago.

  Long battery life, fool version.

  The fader is fully charged, and according to the instruction manual, it can be pushed for 120 minutes.

  Tianya Primary School has less than fifty boys, and this fader has enough power to use it.

   But these children didn't know whether it was reserved or frightened, so they didn't dare to come up and let him push.

   Picking the big guy out of the flock like this, he pointed to the biggest boy and said, "You, come up!"

  The boy said: "Mr. Wang, don't push my ears off..."

   "Come on you!" Wang Yi dragged him over.

   There are clips in the mold, he adjusted the clip size by gesture, waved the fader and went up.

   This student clenched his fists nervously and excitedly, his face flushed red, as if he was not going to be pushed but to be shot.

  Electric faders hummed, and tufts of hair fell quickly.

  Wang Yi usually pushes for himself, so he is already familiar with it. He doesn't need any skills or any tricks. He goes straight up, straight down, horizontally and vertically, and such an irregular small inch came out.

   He knew that short hair was not popular in this era, so he kept his hair long, so that the child's head was round and cute.

  The onlookers had never seen such a fader, and they all asked, "Mr. Wang, what are you using?"

   This is a product that is beyond the times, and it is a well-deserved handicraft for this era. The people on the island look at the boss: the knife pulls a hole in the buttocks, which can be regarded as an eye-opening.

  Wang Yi smiled and said, "This is an electric fader. It uses batteries. Now it's rare in Wengzhou. It should appear in a few years."

   He is not afraid that the electric fader will reveal his identity.

   These years, electric faders in Europe and the United States have long been common, and even more advanced vacuum electric faders have come out. In the future, if someone doubts, he will push them abroad.

   Of course, it is only seen in big cities in China now. In the countryside, iron faders are used manually like scissors.

   So the members are very new:

   "Faders with batteries? Automation?"

   "It's true that we don't have one in the city, but now there is a barber shop in the city. The barber is no longer called a barber, but a barber and a hairdresser!"

   "This was brought back in the capital?"

  Wang Yi said while pushing: "Yes, but there are very few capitals, and the Friendship Store only occasionally sells them."

   "What is the Friendship Store?" asked Fengya, who was holding her youngest son.

  Wang Dongxi said: "A supply and marketing agency specializing in the business of foreign friends."

   "This is amazing, Teacher Wang can still enter the Friendship Store." Everyone was envious.

  Wang Yi pushed around and a head came out.

  The students touched their hair and smirked as they returned to the queue, and a group of children immediately gathered around them: "Zhuang Yuan, what does it feel like? Does it hurt?"

   "Yes, does it hurt? The iron clippers of Liu's lame leg in the commune are rusted, and every time he shaves his hair, his hair will be pinched, it hurts!"

   "Why are you so fast? Let me touch, let me touch..."

  The combination of electric faders and molds makes the round head streamlined. Wang Yi beckoned again. The students were no longer afraid when they had a role model, and began to rush to come up.

  After getting his hair cut, he went home and washed his hair. Before the reporters arrived, the male students had all changed into uniform round heads.

   Of course, it is not very standard. The haircut standard Wang Yi has set for herself is to be able to see it.

   If you want a standard, how much money do you save? Go wash, cut and blow a train.

   After nine o'clock, the reporter took the boat on the island wearing a camera. He was a middle-aged man. He saw the uniform round heads of the neatly lined students and showed a satisfied smile:

   "Wang Zhishu, the ideological awareness of your team is high, and the students have shaved their heads for today's grave sweeping?"

   Wang Dong, one of the escorts, said with a smile: "I didn't know that the comrades from the newspaper office were coming, so we let the children clean up."

   This response made the reporter even more satisfied: "You will see me later, I will take at least ten photos of you!"

  Wang Dongxi was instantly happy.

The cost of taking pictures with cameras these days is very high. Every time you take a photo, the film has to be developed, and the film is expensive. The cheap domestic Lucky brand film also costs ten yuan, and it costs ten yuan to develop one time. Twenty dollars.

   The strong labor in the Wang family’s team is only 36 yuan a month!

   When the reporter arrived, Wang Yi asked the monitor of each class to count the number of people, and then put on the prepared little white flower on his chest. The tall classmates worked together to carry the wreath. Each class lined up to set off, and the singing sounded on the road:

   "We are the successors of communism, inherit the glorious tradition of our revolutionary ancestors, love the motherland, love the people, and the bright red scarves are fluttering on the chest..."

After singing   , they arrived at their destination—a cliff in the middle of the east side of Tianya Island.

  There are tombs and a large stone tablet on the cliff, which is a famous monument to the martyrs in the whole county.

  The front of the stele is engraved by the master with the words 'Chinese heroes and martyrs are immortal', and the back is the name of each and every member of the maritime military team who died in defense of the country and defended the country.

   Since ancient times, Wengzhou has complicated sea conditions and complicated forms of struggle. Before the little devils invaded Shanghai, they first captured the waters of Fuhai, and used this as a springboard to conduct aggression.

   Since then, the Marine Armed Forces have appeared. The **** fishermen were unwilling to be slaves of the country and could not let their families and villagers be bullied and killed by the devils, so they organized to hide in the islands and attack in the waves.

At that time, Tianya Island once hid a team because of the complex mountain situation. This team experienced the war of anti-aggression and the war of liberation. Hundreds of people sacrificed their lives for the country before and after. A heroic monument.

  The reason why we chose this place to build the monument is because there is a bay under the cliff. There were once more than ten soldiers surrounded by the enemy. They would rather die than be captured and jumped off the cliff together.

  When the monument was erected, the leaders of the Haifu County Party Committee planted a row of pine trees with their own hands.

   More than 30 years later, the slender pine seedlings have become vigorous and towering ancient pine trees.

  They stand around the stele, with thick branches stretching and intertwining, like heroic warriors standing behind the stele, shielding the stele from the sea breeze, making the stele even more solemn and majestic!

  The Monument of Heroes and Martyrs is well preserved and cared for. The people on the island highly respect these warriors who died for their country, especially because there are many Wang family members in it.

  The incense cannot be cut off in front of the monument during the festivals.

   Whoever gave birth to a child will come to comfort the successors of the heroic spirit, whoever has a child who is ill will come to pray for the protection of heroes and martyrs, and whoever has gone out to sea fishing for a long time will come to pray and seek comfort.

  I don't know who came this morning. There are yellow paper ashes and three pillars of incense in front of the monument.

  Wang Dongxi muttered when he saw it: "I said that I can't talk about superstitions. Just come and send wild flowers and bow. Why do you still burn paper and incense?"

   "It must have been an old deserter." Boldly said, "He comes here early every year on Qingming Festival."

   Liu Hongmei said displeasedly: "What is he doing as an old deserter? It's not shameful enough, heroes and martyrs..."

   "Okay, shut up!" Wang Xianghong suddenly became angry, "What are you talking about? How many times have I said that my uncle is not a deserter, he has difficulties, in short, keep the reporter comrade and don't be foolish!"

  He nodded to Wang Yi.

   indicates that the official festival sweeping activity can begin.

  Wang Yi has already understood the process in advance.

  He repeated some of the words he heard from the teachers when he was in school:

   "Dear members, classmates, and visiting journalists, the precious years have passed quietly in the long river, and in the blink of an eye it is another year of Qingming Festival."

   "Today, we once again held a solemn ceremony here with great reverence to pay homage to the revolutionary martyrs, cherish their great achievements, and express our deep condolences and infinite admiration..."

   "...The hymn of heroes will be sung forever, and the fame of martyrs will last forever! Today, we would like to express our insignificant admiration to them with the ceremony of wreaths and young pioneers. Now class representatives are invited to lay wreaths for the martyrs in order!"

  Wang Yi spoke these words in rhythmic Mandarin, and everyone from the onlookers to the students below were dumbfounded.

   In the past, the Qingming Festival was Wang Xianghong's speech. What he said was the same old thing, 'Don't forget heroic sacrifice, keep in mind class hatred' and so on. Wang Yi's speech was very novel to everyone present.

   Even the well-informed reporter also showed a surprised expression: "Wang Zhishu, this teacher is indeed a college student from the capital. His Mandarin is really standard, and his speech is really good!"

  Wang Xianghong was not easy to speak. He silently told himself to keep a low profile and be humble, but he couldn't help but want to praise Wang Yi a few words.

   Although this child has some style problems, he has no ability to speak.

  The student representatives laid wreaths to the martyrs one by one, and everyone observed a moment of silence. Then Wang Xianghong came on stage to tell the story of the martyrs.

   In the end, the main event is that the primary school will hold the swearing-in ceremony for the new young pioneers to join the team.

  Wang Yi read the list of a new batch of young pioneers, and the students who read the names came out one by one and lined up, and some older children were old team members and tied them with red scarves.

  The two sides respected each other's Young Pioneers, and Wang Yi led them to swear:

   "I am a member of the Chinese Young Pioneer Team. I swear under the team's flag: I am determined to follow the party's teaching, study hard, work hard, and work hard..."

  The joining ceremony of the new Young Pioneers ended, and Wang Yi ordered all classes to line up to bring them back.

  The reporter was very helpful, took a lot of photos for them before and after, and finally took a group photo of Wang Xianghong, Wang Yi and the cadres in the team:

   "I'll mail it to you when I've developed the photo."

   Wang thanked Hong and warmly invited the reporter to stay for lunch.

  The reporter refused: "I have to hurry back to catch the manuscript. Today, Mr. Wang's speech is so wonderful. I have to submit a report to the city evening newspaper tonight, and I don't have time to stay for dinner."

   Tomb-sweeping Day, students are on holiday, and Wang Yi does not have to go to class.

   So he thought about it and decided to come back every 22 years.

   He has to fix the generator problem.

   Not only did he need to buy a generator for Tianya Island, he also had to have one in the time-space house. This time, he wanted to arrange electrical appliances for the time-space house.

   (end of this chapter)