One afternoon in the spring of 1977, after school, we were all holding our rice bowls and preparing to go to the factory's cafeteria to eat. Everyone came out of the classroom of 721 University, passed the outdoor playground, and walked out of the school's steel gate. We crossed a fork in the road and stepped onto a slope. On the way to the canteen, we passed by a large fish pond. We were walking along the road beside the fish pond. Suddenly, he found that on the slope opposite the fish pond, a farmer's thatched roof was emitting thick smoke.
Someone was standing outside the thatched hut and shouting at the top of his lungs,""Someone come quickly! Hurry up and put out the fire!" The voice was filled with anxiety and helplessness. When we saw this scene and heard the urgent cry for help, the students immediately changed direction and rushed towards the thatched hut that was emitting thick smoke.
We ran to the thatched hut. The person outside the hut continued to shout anxiously as if he had been frightened. He did not know what to do. Seeing the thick smoke in the room, he stood in an empty space outside the house and shouted," Someone come." Qiu Huo. Put out the fire."
At this moment, we rushed to the front of the thatched cottage. I saw that the door of the thatched cottage was locked. I saw that from the crack of the wooden door, thick smoke kept coming out. It was probably some fertilizer or something that was being burned by the fire. It gave off a very unpleasant smell.
The thick smoke coming out of the crack in the door kept growing. I didn't have the time to ask that person about the situation in the thatched cottage, nor did I ask who the owner was. He stomped at the door and glared at the person who was still shouting. He shouted at him,"Your house is on fire. Why aren't you going to put out the fire? Hurry up and open the door." The man replied,"I don't have the key."”It made me angry for no reason at that time. I really wanted to punch him hard at this time. And he said that. This fire is burning your house. The inside is on fire, and you're still looking for the key outside. To think that you could think of that. The door was a very ordinary wooden door, and the lock was an ordinary iron lock. What was the big deal?
I couldn't care less as I stood in front of the wooden door. I turned my body and faced the wooden door. I used all my strength to kick the door open. So I went in and moved the things in the house out one by one. If I could move one out, I would lose one less. The other students also rushed in. We helped carry the slightly larger furniture out.
There were quite a lot of things being moved out. There was a bed, a wardrobe, and an eight-square table. Stools, farming tools, windmills, and livestock. Fortunately, on that day, it was the vast majority of our 721 students who went to participate in the fire. We kept running back and forth in the smoky thatched hut, moving everything out of the room. We moved whatever we saw. In the smoky thatched hut, we choked and coughed as the smoke grew thicker and thicker. But no one backed down.
There were still a few students at the door. They pulled out the straw and dry wood that were hanging on the door frame and were surrounded by open flames. They threw them out of the door one by one. After a while, the open flames in the thatched cottage began to grow. The baskets and baskets that had not been taken down from the walls of the house began to emit open flames. We were still rushing to move things. The thick smoke in the house mixed with the open flames made us unable to open our eyes, choking us and making us unable to breathe. The blazing flames burned our bodies and made us feel a burning pain.
At this moment, the soldiers from the nearby fire brigade arrived. A firefighter wearing a helmet held a fire water gun in his hand and kicked open the door. He stood at the door panting with a fire brush gun in his hand. He shouted at the few of us who were still in the house,"I'm covering you. You have to retreat quickly! He had to act quickly. Hurry up."
As he spoke, he turned on the fire water gun and began to violently spray a thick high-pressure water column at the door and behind us. We took advantage of the opportunity when the fire was temporarily suppressed. Everyone worked together and carried an old-fashioned square table. Under the effective cover of the firefighter's high-pressure water gun, we successfully withdrew from the house.
At this time, the house had been sealed by the fire, and no one could enter. Something was probably blown up by the fire, and there was a loud explosion. He heard a few peasant women crying,"Oh my god, what are we going to do in the future?" There were still a few men fighting over the items that we had just carried out. They were far away, so they couldn't hear it clearly. They could vaguely hear some brief words. "This is mine. It must be mine. It was left to me by the older generation.”"Nonsense. These things were all snatched from our rooms. How could they be yours?”These kinds of words continued to be said and argued endlessly.
I really didn't know how to describe them when I heard them arguing incoherently. In front of the fire, they were all panicking. They only knew how to scream and shout, but they didn't put out the fire or rush to transport things. He allowed the flames to grow from small to large. When we outsiders were helping them put out the fire and rushing to transport their things, they were fighting to divide the things we had just transported. What kind of people were these?
That's right. I know that every item we snatched from the fire belongs to them. However, the fire was still burning and fiercely engulfing their home. They did not try to put out the fire, but instead, they were busy dividing the things they had just moved out of the fire in front of the fire that engulfed their home. They were all brothers born from the same parents. Such a person could really be considered human. In the face of this raging fire, the blood and flesh friendship between brothers was completely gone. All they thought about was themselves. She can't wait for us to help her transport all the things out and move them into his house. I'm really speechless.
At this moment, the wind outside the house helped the fire burn. The fire borrowed the wind's momentum and burned even more fiercely. The flames had already rushed to the roof. A few firefighters also quickly climbed up to the roof with machetes. In the midst of the smoke that was spreading and expanding, they were emitting hot and fierce orange flames. They were using machetes to pick up the thatch on the roof and trying their best to cut off the burning eaves beams on the roof. They would save as much as they could. They could save a house, even if it was a house, no matter what. He also had to think of ways to reduce the loss of this fire to the minimum.
At this time, the wind had weakened and the wind was much weaker. The fire had also weakened a lot. Something in the house had been burned and cracked, and two more explosions could be heard. A charred beam on the roof frame broke and fell to the ground. It rolled beside a puddle of water, and then a section of the earth wall collapsed. The sound of soil falling to the ground could be heard.
The flames continued to burn, but it did not matter anymore. Basically, everything that could be looted had been looted. The main furniture, farming tools, and livestock were all safe. There were some things in the kitchen that were damaged. Many bottles and jars were broken. Two of the six houses had collapsed, and the food had been snatched out. The vegetables along the wall were all washed away by the water. It was buried by the collapsed earth wall. The flames were getting smaller and smaller.
After a long while, the fire was finally completely controlled after an intense fire fighting. The entire fire scene had turned into a puddle of muddy water. The matter of putting out the fire had come to an end. It was time to retreat.
None of us left our names and quietly withdrew from the fire. When we came to the fish pond, we splashed the water in the fish pond and washed off the black dust on our faces and hands. We helped each other and shook off the dust on each other's bodies. It was time for us to go to the canteen to eat.
Of course, when we arrived at the canteen, we found that the time for selling food had long passed. There were only a few leftovers in the bowls on the table. There were so many of us, so we could only barely cope. Everyone made do with it and only ate half their fill.
After lunch, we returned to the classroom. Everyone was still in the excitement of fighting the fire just now and was talking happily. I briefly narrated to you how the brothers from the farmers fought over the distribution of the goods that we had transported out. We couldn't help but sigh.
In the afternoon, we sat in the classroom as usual. However, the afternoon class was suddenly interrupted by the sound of gongs and drums. The sound of gongs and drums came from afar. It came from outside the wall and entered the door of our 721. Then, it passed through our playground and came to the door of our classroom. This drumming person actually pushed open the door of our classroom. A group of people walked up to the podium and sent a thank-you letter to our school.
It turned out that it was the farmer who caught fire by the fish pond that afternoon. I don't know where he found out that it was our students from the 7.21 Worker's University who first went to help them put out the fire. The whole family, old and young, beat gongs and drums and lined up to come to the school to send us a thank-you letter. However, our principal was completely confused at that time.
Because none of us who participated in the fire fighting had reported to the principal.
However, the reputation of the 7.21 workers 'university had spread around the school. All the farmers within a few miles knew that there was a Wuye 7.21 University of Technology. They were all good people.
In September 1978, the graduation ceremony was held at the 7.21 Worker's University of Wuye Machine Repair Factory.
After two years and three months of hard work, we have finally achieved success. He graduated from the July 21st Worker's University with a casting major. Where should I go?
Please look at the next section,"The Beginning of the Budgets."
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