Prose that naughty teenagers like.
A troublesome slingshot
One day after school, some birds jumped on the branches of the roadside. I was close, but they didn't seem to see me. I stopped, picked up a clod and threw it out. The bird flew away, leaving only a few leaves. So I thought, if only I had a slingshot.
Making slingshots is not troublesome, and the materials are simple: press a bracket with thick iron wire, get two elastic rubber plates, and add a bullet bag. These things are not difficult to find in China, but it is a chore to press thick iron wire into a beautiful slingshot bracket with symmetrical sides with pliers, which requires a certain amount of hands. I asked Liu Da, a carpenter in the production team, to help me. He took the wire, divided by three times five, and immediately handed me a slingshot rack.
I found a target to practice when I was making a slingshot. The bird target on the tree is too small to hit, and the stones or clods I picked up are irregular, so the projectiles I shot are not online. I used loess and mud to knead a lot of mud balls the size of glass balls. Dry granules are strong and practical.
One Sunday, my mother asked me to drive the pigs in the pen to Dianzi for a while. When I came to the pigsty, I heard a magpie calling at the top of the tree. I glanced at it, gave it a slingshot and missed it. Call again, or not. When the third shell was still passing the magpie, she heard the window pane in the front yard "crash". I was so scared that I quickly put away my slingshot and drove the pig directly to the grass.
It is my second sister's job to feed the chickens at night, but one day my second sister was not at home and my mother asked me to feed the chickens. I found a thief who specializes in stealing rhubarb chicken at my neighbor's fourth grandmother's house. He took a few bites in my chicken food bowl and ran away, and then came back for a few bites. I pretended not to see it, took out a slingshot, loaded it with projectiles, and gave it a slingshot when it came again. I have never shot a bird before, but this time I hit the chicken on her head with great accuracy. It turned a circle and fluttered into the gap of the haystack, never daring to come out again. After dark, Fourth Grandma said that she had lost a chicken and looked for it for a long time before she found it.
Later, Fourth Grandma named the rhubarb chicken Huang Laowai. I know in my heart that I was wrong. Huang Laowai will avoid me if he sees me again. If I suddenly shake my sleeve, it will run and scream. ...
Because playing slingshot at home is easy to cause trouble, I went to the village head to find a target. I found that the big horn at the entrance of the village was good, so I held it high by the Fangshan Mountain at the horse feeding station with two wooden poles connected together. Whenever I pass by, my hands itch and I always want to take a look. However, the impact is quite big, and it is easy to be found, especially if the captain finds out, he will definitely get a scolding. Later, I came up with a good idea If it's broadcast news or something, don't call, it's easy to be heard. If the music is playing, you can aim at it safely, because it is not easy to be found when there is music.
Later, the big horn was cancelled everywhere, and the face was pockmarked when it was taken off. The breeder of the production team said, how did this happen? I looked at it and said, "Could it be hail?"
The keeper shook his head and carried the big horn back to the warehouse of the production team.
Two close-fitting rifles
The musket, at first glance, is quite scary. In fact, it is a homemade toy gun, which uses matchsticks as fuel. Old people who have experienced foreign goods are used to weighing matches and matches, so this name has continued to our generation. Children nowadays may not know what matches are.
The musket is a matchstick, which is more or less dangerous and complicated to make, so it belongs to the toys of older children. One day, I invited a cousin to play with a musket, and after secretly firing a gun in class, I immediately attracted a group of boys. I handed them the gun and showed them how it was made: the gun rack was made of wire, and a bicycle chain was tied with a rubber sleeve. Chains are juxtaposed to form two barrels naturally. The barrel at the bottom plays a fixed role in the grab frame, and the barrel at the top is the barrel. The bolt made of iron wire is pushed by the mechanism and pulled by the elastic force of rubber sleeve. The front two chains are fixed together with a trolley, so that the matchstick can pass through the trolley and block the fuel on the matchhead. When the gun fired, the fuel exploded and the matchstick flew away.
The next morning, there were gunshots in the classroom of our class, and the room was full of gunpowder. In the first class, it seems that two female students were discovered by the female teacher who taught nature because of their talking. At the same time, when they are punished, they are endlessly preaching. I don't understand why she has so many sarcastic remarks. She talked until the bell rang. I secretly put the matchstick of the musket on the seat in the last row, and it was a shot at the ground. Everyone saw me take the lead, followed by "bang" gunfire. The female teacher glared at us and left angrily.
In the second class, the head teacher came, looking very pale. I thought it was the musket, so I carefully hid it under my arm under my cotton-padded jacket. The head teacher said seriously, "All male students come to the front." We came to the front line one after another. As a result, he dug out several muskets from the desk of his male classmates, then rummaged through our pockets and found several more. My gun got away with it because it got stuck under my cotton-padded jacket.
After class, the class teacher strung these guns together with a rope and took them away. When he was not far away, I fired another shot defiantly, which made the students laugh. ...
I remember once my cousin lost his pig and asked me to help him find it in the mountains. As a result, the pig was not found, and it was already dark when it came back. Neither of us dared to walk on the mountain road, but a shadow appeared in front of us, and we couldn't tell what it was in the dark, so we were too scared to go forward. Then I took out my musket and fired a shot, and the shadow flashed away. My cousin, who was in shock, said, "Thank God you brought this guy!"
Three extra-large ice carts
Born in the 1960s, we didn't have transformers or game consoles ... but we always tried to make our own toys with local materials and had a good time. Even in the cold winter, girls can kick their pockets or jump rubber bands outdoors, while boys have more entertainment, including skating on the ice with big bubbles at the entrance of the village.
Supposedly, it is not difficult to make an ice car. Make a base with two strong wooden boards, then nail it horizontally on several slats of equal length, and then wrap an 8 # iron wire under the two bases to play the role of ice skates, and an ice car will be finished. With the ice car, there are two ice cones more than a foot long, with handrails at the top and sharp cones at the bottom.
In the middle of winter, there is a thick layer of ice on the surface of the big bubble, so it is not a problem to drive a tractor on it.
In winter, there are always two meals a day, and dinner is still early the day after tomorrow. Little friends take ice carts and ice cones and go skating and playing around where there is ice. The sound of the wire rubbing against the ice under the ice car is very harsh and can be heard from a distance.
When I was twelve or thirteen years old, I grew very fast and was one head taller than my peers. The ice car my father made for me is too small to play with. Kneeling on it and dragging two feet behind the ice car increased the resistance of the ice car.
The smallest one in the backyard didn't have an ice car, and he stole a sledge from home that day. But the sledge is so big that he can only push it up and lie on it and slide a few steps by inertia. I offered to trade my ice car for his sleigh, and he readily agreed.
I have great strength, and it's easy to slide the plow, but I feel that the front is light and the back is heavy, and I'm easy to fall, so I called the little man without an ice cart to sit on the plow.
As soon as I called, everyone who didn't have a scooter came happily, and those who did came. The sledge was full and there was no place to sit, so I stood on the beam.
Because the sledge can't bear the weight of these children, I just rowed the sledge a few meters away and only heard a click, and the sledge was crushed. ...
Just at the moment when everyone was laughing and laughing, the younger son on the side was already grinning and crying.
I said, "Why are you crying? Go home and say I borrowed the sleigh. I'll bring it to you tomorrow. If not, I will accompany you with my sleigh. "
Twenty years later, when I was the deputy head of the army, I passed an icy road on business, and it seemed that the jeep could not pass. When the driver teased about "front afterburner", I saw a child playing with a big and strong ice car, so I borrowed it from him to go skating. As a result, it turned over before I could sit firmly on the ice car. I fell there, and the ice car was pushed out by me and flew far away. ...
When I returned to my hometown a few years ago, there was no water in the big bubble in the west of the village. I think, now ask the children in the village what the ice scooter looks like, I'm afraid they may not know!
Fourth, tame bicycles.
The first time I saw a bike, it was the green bike of the village postman. In the era of planned economy, bicycles are still rare in rural areas. At that time, bicycles, watches and sewing machines had to be bought by tickets, and a production team could not stand a ticket for a year! Besides, the price of a bicycle is equivalent to a farmer's labor score for half a year, which ordinary people can't afford.
My sister went to high school that year, and the school was more than twenty miles away from my home, and there was no place to live. My father sent a message to my cousin in the city, asking him to buy an old bicycle in the bicycle market and send it to me. Soon, my family will have a bicycle.
When my sister learned to ride a bike, I called some friends to help me repair the car. Out of curiosity, they are all willing to help. Because none of us know the essentials of learning to ride a bike, only know how to ride and how to push. If it is crooked, it is up to everyone to straighten it out. So the elder sister fell a lot and even tried to give up several times, but she learned it after a month.
At that time, riding a bike on a country road was "cool" in today's words, so every Sunday I discussed learning to ride a bike with my second sister. At first, my sister wouldn't let us touch the bike. She hid the car keys and refused to give them, saying that she wouldn't be able to go to school for fear that we would break the bike. I protested strongly at that time: "The bicycle belongs to our family, not yours!"
The second sister is more interesting. She said to her elder sister, "Just now that big boy said that you would deflate you without borrowing your bike."
I continued my second sister's words and said, "Don't let it out, just cut it out!" "
Sister cried and threw the car keys in the past. I picked up the car key and unlocked it. My second sister and I happily pushed the bike into the yard to learn to ride. At first, I couldn't balance my hands and feet. Basically up and down. I don't think I can learn for a while, so I took turns walking the car in the yard with my second sister. It's on the left side of the car, with its left foot turned over on its feet and its right foot hitting the ground hard, so that the car can slide forward. At first, I dared not lean too much to the right. The car had to lean to the left, but I stepped on my right foot again and taxied again.
On the third weekend, I can skate quite far at a time. Then I got on my bike and tried it. Sure enough, I rode askew. Then the second sister also learned.
Later, I thought that the reason why my second sister and I learned faster than my sister was related to our own driving practice. It is puzzling that the bicycle only touches the ground twice. In fact, the key is to mediate and control the balance when the handlebar moves.
Just learning a skill is always addictive, so I ride a bike whenever I have time on weekends. At first, I couldn't drive well. I hit a pig on the side of the road and killed my neighbor's chicken. ...
Young people also like to show off in an ostentatious manner. After getting more proficient, they spread the handlebars on their hands with one hand. Later, they spread out their hands and lit a cigarette with a match. At the fork in the road, they controlled their balance by waist and abdomen and turned right angles ... However, they were still far from acrobatic driving skills.
After I learned to ride a bike, I realized that I needed to go to the market at home.
Once I came back from the market, I took a shortcut and took the dirt road. Pass a small river that intersects with the road. I guess if the water is not too deep, it won't detour and rush over with a downhill inertia. As a result, the front wheel of the bicycle stopped halfway, so I had to put one leg into the cold river.
Another time, when riding downhill, I didn't pull the brakes, and suddenly I found a ditch-like horizontal ditch. Originally, I jumped off the roof and fell into a ditch on the side of the road, but on a whim I wanted to see if people and cars could fly at the same time. At the moment I reached the horizontal ditch, I lifted the handlebar hard, and the rear wheel of the car still fell into the ditch. I sat firmly in the car seat, and my ass hurt.
For example, this year, nearly half of people are calmer than in the past, but their courage is getting smaller and smaller. I jumped over a ditch more than four meters wide when I was a child. It's really a feeling of flying. Now when I meet a one-meter wide ditch, I can only sigh-it is better to be young!
Five welcome firecrackers
When I was a child, I was exposed to firecrackers late, because every winter before school, my parents wouldn't let me go out for fear that I would catch a cold.
After school, I will take a notebook pencil or something to the supply and marketing cooperative of the brigade, and later I find it a good place to play truant. When I was a child, I was smarter, so I turned over the textbook twice, and then listening to the teacher in class was like suffering, and I played in the supply and marketing cooperative with my classmates who didn't want to attend class.
Before the Spring Festival, the supply and marketing cooperatives always come in some new year's goods early, such as New Year pictures, candles and firecrackers. Some students bought a small whip and secretly gathered around the stove during class, lit the small whip, and only heard a loud bang, which scared the timid girls to shout. Even if the boy is shocked, he will feel very happy and excited.
Life at that time was boring, and children had nothing to play with. I especially like playing and have a soft spot for firecrackers. Most children look forward to the New Year because they have delicious food and new clothes to wear, and what worries me most is that there are firecrackers to set off in the New Year.
I almost racked my brains to buy more firecrackers. After New Year's Day, I began to accumulate small change. In addition to asking adults for special funds for firecrackers, I also took the initiative to buy new year's goods for busy parents and let me take a dime from them.
After New Year's Day, the brigade began to organize yangko teams. In the first month, yangko teams began to visit each other. I'm not interested in yangko, especially I don't understand that it's not enough for adults to watch yangko in front of the village with their children in their arms. But every time I heard the sound of gongs and drums, I knew it was Yangko, so I rushed out of the house and stood at the warehouse door of the production team early, waiting for the breeder to pick up Yangko with firecrackers. At least one-third to one-half of these firecrackers are mine, especially the double bells. Few people dare to detonate them in a crowded crowd, but I dare to detonate them without gloves. In fact, as long as it is not exposed, nothing will happen if the first ring can fly out.
At that time, few people magnified firecrackers, only the wealthier people picked up their new wives at the wedding ceremony, and the production team occasionally picked up yangko. After all, I am a child. It's not my turn to enlarge the firecrackers on the yangko, so I'm waiting to pick up those that didn't explode because the gunpowder twist was broken. Some of them don't have twists, but they are quite practical to pinch by hand, which means there is no explosion. I'll break it and light it with fire. When it emits fire, I will immediately press it on a hard object, and it can still explode, but at the cost of numbing my hand or bursting a blood bubble. I suffered a lot in those years and knew the danger, but I still had to do it.
Every year, I hear that people blow up children's eyes because of firecrackers, burning firewood piles or houses. But I always laugh it off when I hear it. I must buy firecrackers for the New Year.
At the Spring Festival when I was sixteen, my father and I went to the market to sell summer sleeping mats. After I did my father's job, I spent more than 6 yuan on a big set of firecrackers. On the way back, my father still had some regrets, saying that your mother would definitely complain when she came home. When I told my father, you said I was disobedient and didn't stop me.
On New Year's Eve, my home is very lively. Many children heard that I bought a large set of firecrackers and came to my house to watch.
That year, the state implemented the policy of rehabilitating my father, restored the non-agricultural household registration of the whole family, and caught up with the unemployed young people to apply for formal teachers. Although I graduated from junior high school, I have turned over the high school textbooks for half a month, and my grades are better than those of my brothers and sisters who have passed the high school diploma. I became a person called "teacher". At that time, I thought, this must be good luck to hang firecrackers.
Now I still buy a lot of firecrackers every Spring Festival. What puzzles me is that today's children are not interested in setting off firecrackers, and even regard setting off firecrackers in the Spring Festival as a tedious and redundant thing. I don't know what took away the children's interest.