I can't hold my hand.

Damoling Brigade of Baiyungang Commune has a coaching staff, which was established during the advanced social period. Its task is to teach people who have just participated in agricultural production to learn technology. When 1956 was upgraded, some women and young students who had never participated in agricultural production were mobilized to participate in agricultural production, and their work was very substandard. Director Chen Manhong proposed to organize a coaching staff, select two old farmers with the highest quality of work as teachers, and then select some places with low output and not too bad work as coaching grounds to train these people. After the management committee passed the proposal, it chose dozens of acres of thin land at the top of Damoling Mountain and several small gardens in Nangou as coaching grounds, and chose two teachers-one was Chen Manhong's father, and the other was Wang Xinchun, an old man who planted gardens. Chen is the team leader and Wang Xinchun is the deputy team leader. Team members are mobile and often assigned to each team. They only study when the coach can't or can't do it well. Although the training target is people who are new to production, there are exceptions: first, people who often participate in production and do a certain kind of work badly will automatically sign up for study when tutoring that kind of work; The second type is people who can't do a job well or who can and can't do it well. If the team judges that they need to study, they will be sent to study-during the study period, six points will be deducted for each working day. Being sent to study on purpose is also a medium or small punishment. Team leader Chen is 76 years old. According to the general practice, people of this age should have stopped taking part in the main labor long ago, but the old people are particularly strong. When they were young, they could do one and a half jobs by themselves. Although he is old now, the average young man is still a little behind. /kloc-in the winter of 0/958, after the commune ended, Damoling, as a brigade, still chose Chen Manhong as the battalion commander. The brigade set up a nursing home. After discussion, Chen was invited to the nursing home for the elderly. The old man only went in for three days, and felt that he was only doing light manual labor such as peeling hemp skin and picking cotton. When he had no strength to do it, he automatically asked to leave the hospital and continued to be his coach leader.

Chen's old technology is not only the first in Damoling, but also rated as a special type in the whole Baiyun Mountain area. The stone weir he laid by himself will never collapse; He fumigated the cellar by hand and never went out halfway; As for plowing, sowing, hoeing and harvesting, nothing will fall under the horse.

He teaches people to do the work of the coaching staff, which requires not only standardization, but also teaching posture first. He said that if you don't have the right posture, you won't do the work that conforms to the norms. For example, in two places, his posture is: bend his waist to a certain extent; Be sure to lean sideways and don't move your feet; Hold the hoe handle tightly with both hands, so that each hoe can go down accurately, and the hoe is not allowed to vibrate by itself. The specifications are as follows:-the hoe must reach the root of the crop, and it is not allowed to bury raw soil; Hold the soil at the roots of crops, and hold a whole pile of three hoes as much as possible, with flat tops instead of spires. At the beginning of teaching, he set an example for his disciples to watch. He talks while doing it, often repeating it for more than ten times, and then letting everyone do it. He followed. Because there are too many rules, the disciples all remember to forget that. Sometimes the waist is too long, sometimes the steps are chaotic, and sometimes there is no intention to hoe. What should be done at once can't solve the problem several times ... Old Chen Man Bing Zheng keeps reminding this and greeting that, and often interrupts their work at any time to give another demonstration.

There is a man named Hao Hehe. He used to hoe the ground straight, once and three times. When the hoe jumps on the grass, it hoes the grass, and when it jumps on the seedling, it hurts the seedling. After the establishment of the coaching staff, the team reviewed and asked him to join the group for training. When he came, the old captain Chen taught him the posture of hoeing as usual, but this man was nicknamed "hahaha" and seemed a little lazy. He bent down to hoe a few hoes, and then straightened up again. Chen, an old man, is also a little creative. The next day, he went back and gave Hao Hehe a short handle for an idle hoe at home, saying, "Only with this short handle can you completely correct your habit of bending over." Hao Hehe's hoe change was indeed corrected-because the three-foot hoe handle could not be found without bending down. Later, every team knew this method and prepared several short hoes for people who were not used to bending over.

The disciples were tired from practicing, so the old captain Chen took them to rest for a while. On the bank of the ditch at the bottom of the terraced fields separated by eight or nine sections, Wang Xinchun, deputy head of the group, led another group of disciples to tutor the garden there. During the break, people in bunk beds often say hello, and the two old people are so good that they smoke a cigarette and chat for a while; Apprentices can also get together to read tabloids or talk and laugh. When Chen Yi saw Wang Xinchun, he reached out to shake hands with him, but Wang Xinchun often retracted his hand to avoid it. Wang Xinchun is ten years younger than Chen. He is very friendly to Chen, but he is afraid to shake hands with him because it hurts like being caught in pliers.

During the break, Chen asked Wang Xinchun to smoke. Chen hit the fire with a sickle. Wang Xinchun said, "How happy it is to burn a pile of firewood!" A new middle school student heard that he was busy collecting firewood for them nearby, but couldn't find anything. He only picked two inches of persimmon branches. Wang Xinchun smiled and said, "Keep the change! Your grandfather Chen Jia has a firewood factory. The students looked and didn't see any firewood. Old Chen also said "firewood", unhurriedly put down his sickle, without even looking, and grabbed it in the soil around him for a while with both hands. I don't know what it is, Pippi and Hagen caught two; Old Wang Man lit a match in the Spring Festival, and old Chen Man grabbed two lids on it. The student looked at it and said, "That's a good idea!" " He also went to catch it. Lao Chen said, "Slow down! Don't scratch! "But the stop was a bit slow. The student's middle finger had been punctured by something, and he immediately shrank his hand back. Wang Xinchun said, "You child! What hand are you and what hand is he? His hand is like an iron rake, and nothing can pierce it! "

While rubbing his middle finger, the student looked at Mr. Chen's hand, only to find that those two hands are really different from ordinary people's hands: the palm looks square, the fingers are thick and short, and each finger is not straight, with cocoon skin inside and outside, and the round belly of the finger looks like a nail on half a cocoon, really like a small rake made of branches. However, he didn't appreciate these hands, but despised them a little, as if to say, "How can that be a' hand'?"

The students' expressions were seen by the two old people. Old Chen Man Bing Zheng ignored him. He just smiled proudly and picked up his pipe to smoke. Old Wang Man taught the young man a lesson after he lit a cigarette in the Spring Festival. He said, "Young man! Don't look down on those two hands! Without those two hands, I'm afraid the coaching ground we are planting now is still a barren slope! This mountain belongs to the landlord Wang Ziyu. According to the old people, this dozen pieces of land on the top of the mountain have been deserted since Guangxu three years ago, and have been deserted until Xuan Tong three years ago. At that time, neither of our families had an inch of land. He is a long-term worker of Wang Ziyu's family, and I am a cowherd of Wang Ziyu's family. Later, he came here to open up wasteland. When I grew up, I was promoted from a cowherd to a planter, and I followed the old foreman to learn to plant gardens in Dahetan. These places were built by his brother and our current battalion chief, father and son one by one. Without those two hands, this

Isn't the forest a barren slope? "

Although the student regretted his contempt and didn't want to admit his mistake to his face, he also said to himself, "We can't blame us for learning slowly, because we don't have such hands!" "

Old Chen Man Bing Zheng solemnly taught him: "I want you to be my hand, not my hand!" If it weren't for the mountains, my hands wouldn't grow like this; However, the older generation opened all the mountains, and then it was mechanized. Your hands don't need to look like this anymore! "

Although Mr. Chen doesn't want other people's hands to grow like that, he is still proud of his own hands. His hands are not only hard, but also dexterous. He likes knitting. He often weaves various production tools with Vitex negundo, and also weaves various children's toys with sorghum stalks. When knitting utensils, he doesn't need to break the thorns with a horn plug, just divide the thorns into three strands and plug the index finger.

As a plug in the middle, it squeaked ... and broke, but his hand skin didn't hurt at all; But he was so meticulous that he couldn't believe it was made with these two hands. His cage made of sorghum stalks is a small building with doors and windows, which is divided into upstairs and downstairs. On a two-inch square window, the pane can be made into many patterns from different angles, and even a bee can't pass through the small hole in the middle of the pattern.

After the land reform, through mutual assistance and cooperation, Chen's income is also very rich. /kloc-in the winter of 0/959, children and grandchildren bought a pair of wool gloves for the old man to protect his hardworking hands. He took it and said, "These hands have never enjoyed such a blessing!" "I tried to put a set on my hand, but the slap was not wide enough and my fingers were too thin and too long. Barely put it on, the palm part is square, the lower part of the finger is a little thick, but there is an empty tip in the upper part. Son Chen Manhong said: "It is appropriate to use it slowly!" The old man took it, shook it, stretched it out and said, "It's okay!" " After that, I took it off, gave it to my daughter-in-law, and said, "Leave it for me for the time being!" " Mahone's daughter-in-law said, "Dad! Take it with you! Is it not cold to go underground? "The old man said," Put it on and move stones in a ditch. It's really not neat! " "He put down and went away. After the completion of the ancient square gate, other jobs were taken over one after another-hay, sheepfold, radish pit, corn beating ... nothing was easy to do with gloves, and the old man forgot that he still had a pair of gloves.

One day, there was a material exchange meeting in Baiyungang. Manhong's daughter-in-law advised the old man: "Now you don't have to teach many skills in these chores. You'd better take a day off and go for a walk! " The old man agreed. The old man put on a new cotton-padded jacket and tied his waist with a new belt. Daughter-in-law Man Hong said, "You can wear gloves this time!" He said, take out his gloves. He took them away.

Damoling village is small and there is no supply and marketing branch. The old man put on new clothes and gloves and walked down the street. When the villagers saw that he was going to Baiyungang, someone asked him to buy something. The owner has three ounces of oil and two pounds of salt, so they can't carry it with their hands. They borrowed a small basket from their neighbor. He walked to Baiyungang, strolled half a street, walked to the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, bought all the daily necessities for others, and walked on. He had just passed the commune gate when he saw a new car full of mulberry branches from mountain products Department, and the shop assistant was busy moving under the car. This thing has been lost in this place for two years. No matter which team has it, it is not enough. He doesn't think this opportunity should be missed. He didn't have any money with him, thinking that Mahone might take money to the commune meeting. He ran to the commune and said to Hong Yi. Man Hong said, "Oh! Yo! That's a treasure, buy it quickly! " Then he took out fifty dollars from his pocket and handed it to him. The old man took the money and went to mountain products to pick mulberry branches. The old man is very picky about farm tools and never thinks there is anything wrong with them. He took off his gloves and put them in his arms. He picked up a handle and put the fork head on the ground to see if the three legs were flat and weak, whether the head was straight and whether the handle was bent. Before he finished reading a handle, a dozen people came, each holding a handle; In a blink of an eye, more and more people bought forks, and even the captain of the commune meeting took a break and went out to buy forks. These people are not picky, so they say hello and accept the price. When Chen Man Bing Zheng Sr. saw the tension, he was afraid to choose according to his own specifications. He grabbed five handles at random and asked others to finish the rest. He paid the money, tied the fork and carried it, and carried a small basket out of mountain products's department. Because there were enough things, he didn't want to visit that half of the street any more, so he went back and walked out of Baiyungang Village. As soon as he got out of the village, he felt that people were no longer crowded and the road was spacious, so he put his hand into his arms and touched his gloves. He only touched it for a long time; Put down the basket and mulberry branches, untie the belt and shake it, but still can't see that one. He knew that he must have left it in the mountain products Department. He thought, "Throw it away! I don't have much time to wear it! " So he tied his waist again, shouldered the mulberry branches, lifted the small basket and continued to walk home; But after a few steps, I thought, "It's a pity that the children bought it kindly and lost it without looking for it." Then I turned back to the mountain products Department of Baiyun Port Material Exchange Conference. Fortunately, the salesman has picked it up for him and put it on the cashier's desk, and returned it to him when he came to find it.

After a long time, old Chen Man Bing Zheng was chosen as this year's model worker, and he is going to attend the county model worker conference. It's time for him to wear gloves again Besides putting on a new cotton-padded jacket and a new belt, he also put on gloves.

Damoling is forty miles away from the county seat, and the days are short in winter. Old man Chen, start after breakfast and walk until sunset. This day is only the registration date. When the old man arrives at the county seat, he first signs up for newspapers everywhere, gets an attendance card, and then goes to the guest house where he stays at night. He hasn't been in the county for half a year, and the county has changed a lot-the streets have been widened and the roads have been polished. A few years ago, the dilapidated guest house where they came to the meeting has been completely transformed into rows of brand-new brick houses. When he entered the guest house, it was already dark, and lights were flashing in the windows on both sides of the aisles of the houses in the back rows. He knew at a glance that there were people living in it. The first three rows of windows are also bright black. He registered his name in the reception room, and the usher took him to No.5 in the west of the second row. He went to the second row in the west and saw that only the window of Room 6 in the west had lights, and the others were still black. I stepped on something soft and hard, and I don't know what it is. The usher said to him, "Be careful, old man! This house has just been repaired, and the yard hasn't been cleaned up in less than a week! There is a lime pool here! -walk against the wall, there are two pieces of wood ... "Go to the door of No.5, the usher opens the door, turns on the light first, and then lets the old man in. When the old man saw it, the house was clean and the stove was burning brightly. There is a table, two chairs and a bench in front of the window, and two beds are lined up behind the east and west walls. The doors and windows haven't been painted yet, but the walls seem to have just been painted, and they smell a little damp after being smoked by the stove. The old man looked at the bed and said, "Is there four people living in one room?" The usher said, "Four people!" "Is this meeting full of discontent?" "It's almost full! A long way to go! You have a rest! I'll fetch you water and wash your face! " After a while, the waiter brought water, and the old man washed his face. People from afar came one after another, and the houses in the second row in the west were full. Besides the old man, there are three young people living in Room 5. The old man introduced himself to them.

The meeting lasted three and a half days. The old man listened to the report and prepared to speak. He is as busy as everyone else. It was not until the fourth morning that he listened to the summary report of the county party Committee and settled one thing. In the afternoon, everyone who is close to the county will return to the village, and those who are far away will have to stay for another night. Old Chen Man Bing Zheng is forty miles from home, not far, but not close. If a young man can catch a prey, he can also arrive in the dark. The old man is old and doesn't want to be kept in the dark. He is going to stay here for half a day.

After lunch, almost all the people who stayed wanted to go shopping. The old man went back to Room 5 in the west second row and saw three young people who lived with him, playing poker with No.4 alone. The old man asked, "Don't you go to the street?" A young man replied, "you go first, grandpa!" " We'll go later! "The old man put on his belt and gloves and walked out of the room. Because two extra pieces of wood in the yard blocked the road, he walked past the entrance of No.4 and had to wipe the wall of No.3, which always felt too inappropriate. He thought, "Isn't it easy to turn things around? "But where should I go?" He crouched by gate 4 to see the leak. He thought it best to turn to the south of the lime pool. When he saw it, he took off his gloves and put them on the steps, so he began to turn over the wood. This piece of wood is a part of a disk, with both ends cut off and left in the middle. It is thick and short, curved and flat, and it is difficult to turn. The old man had a hard time lifting it, turned around and fell dead again. Looking for help, the old man knocked on the door of No.4, and everyone on No.4 went out. Then he went back to No.5 and said to the young man, "Comrades! Will you help us move those two pieces of wood in the yard to one side and let us walk faster? " "good! I tried it yesterday and didn't turn! " One young man promised to put down his cards, and the other three also agreed to stand up and walk out. The old man took the opportunity to untie his belt, take off his new cotton-padded jacket and put it on the bed, and then followed him out.

The old man and the young man went to turn over the wood together. A young man stopped him and said, "Have a rest! Not enough for us to turn! " There happened to be a piece of wood covered by four people, so the old man couldn't get in, so he had to let them turn around and move another piece by themselves. The young man turned a short paragraph, and when he turned around, he saw the old man moving another paragraph. A young man stopped him and said, "Grandpa, have a rest! This paragraph can be carried away! " Another young man came and carried him. This section is a little longer than that one, but one end is thick and the other end is thin. The one who lifted the thin head up, but the one who lifted the thick head didn't move for a while, and even said "no, no" and let go. Seeing that he couldn't lift it, he was about to put it down. The old man said, "I'll come!" "Say that finish, he bent down and held it in his hand, his legs posing as a horse, shrugged his shoulders and picked Lily up. The young man who came to carry it looked at the other young man with a thumbs up at first, and then both of them grabbed it and said, "Grandpa is really good! You are old, let's do it! "

A waiter came with a teapot to deliver water, and when he saw them carrying wood, he quickly said, "Thank you! Let us come! " "Nothing!" "Before the meeting, we only missed the first three rows of yards and couldn't do anything at the meeting. When you leave tomorrow morning, several of us will have packed up in less than two days! " Old Chen Man Tai just said, "Why wait until we leave? Our meeting is over. Isn't it time to help you clean the yard? " The usher said, "Sorry, it's inconvenient", and old Chen Man and the young man said, "Never mind". Comrades who haven't taken to the streets in other rooms heard that they were helping the usher clean the yard, and everyone came out of the room to agree. Seeing this, the usher hurried to ask the manager. Everyone went to find tools to clean the yard without waiting for him to come back. Before the first three rows were cleaned, the tools were put in the courtyard of the east and west rows. They found a lot of shovels, brooms, baskets and lifting rods and began to work at once. Old Chen Man wants to carry a basket. When everyone saw his long white beard, he said he wouldn't carry it, so he had to pick up a broom and sweep the yard with everyone. A model worker is always a model worker. People who didn't leave in the first three rows saw the West Second Row doing this, and everyone followed suit. Soon, the receptionist called the hostel manager. The manager advised everyone to have a rest, so he had to call on the clerks, accountants and every waiter to mobilize and work with the model workers.

Everyone put away the broken bricks, tiles, bark, sawdust and other messy things in the yard with shovels, and Chen followed behind to sweep the floor. The old man swept up from the corner of the southwest wall of the West Second Row Courtyard and swept north with a broom. He glanced under the No.6 window and saw mud and shavings on the windowsill. He put the broom up. Because the place was too small to sweep, he put it down and pulled it down with his indestructible hands. He looked east again and saw it on every windowsill. He cleaned every windowsill along No.6, No.5 and No.4, and then went back to the west to continue sweeping the yard.

Many hands make light work, but all six yards were cleaned in an hour. Garbage was piled up on both sides of the aisle, and the finished product was carried outside the back door where the surplus materials were stored, only waiting for the truck to load it at night. The old man enjoyed this achievement for a while and felt that it was much more pleasant to walk after such cleaning.

Managers, clerks, accountants and ushers all help the model workers to fetch water and wash their faces. When everyone finished washing, some people went out on the street. Mr. Chen put on a new cotton-padded jacket, tied his waist and reached for his gloves, only to find that he had lost them again. He casually asked the young man, "Did you see a pair of gloves when you were cleaning?" One of them promised, "No! Where did you put it? " "put it on the terrace at the entrance of No.4!" Another young man said, "Yes! We got together and saw a glove covered with mud in a group of shavings. I still wonder who threw a broken glove! " "yes! Maybe I pulled the shavings off the window sill No.4 and buried them. You didn't see it, and it was put in the soil! " The old man ran to the garbage dump next to the tunnel to look for it, but the second row of garbage in the west alone carried dozens of baskets. How can he find it at once?

An usher saw it and asked, "What are you looking for, Grandpa?" "My gloves have come here!" "Are you sure?" "Yes!" "Go shopping before you go, and we'll find it for you!" "Keep the change! Gloves are of little use to me! " The old man simply gave up.

The old man visited several streets, and he didn't want to see anything except some new buildings that didn't exist six months ago. He thought, "I don't buy anything, I don't sell anything." What am I doing in front of these shops? " Thought of here, also returned to the hostel. He returned to the hostel, it was still dark, and the young people in the same room had not come back. An usher opened the door for him and told him that he had found his gloves. When he went to the room, he saw that the quiet stove was still flourishing. The waiter washed the gloves and put them on the back of the chair next to the stove, which was almost dry.

He went home the next day; After changing clothes, he returned the gloves to Mahone's daughter-in-law and said, "Take these gloves back! I can't wear gloves with these hands! "