1971年的9月，我開始入讀小學一年級，小學就是我媽媽任教的新閘中小學。這裏設有小學一到五年級，以及初中初一和初二。那時候還處於文革，根據偉大領袖毛主席關於教育日製要縮短的偉大指示，取消了小學六年級和初三。學校每個年級隻有一個班級，學生來自於附近的幾個大隊和村莊。
文革的標誌就是掛帥，因此老師和學生都有早學習的製度。我媽媽七點鍾就要到學校參加老師們半小時的政治學習，他們每天要向偉大領袖匯報思想和工作，進行批評和自我批評，然後回家吃早飯，再回到學校八點就有課程了。我媽媽教三年級，語文數學都是我媽媽教，所以非常忙。
一年級的劉月華老師，也是常州師範畢業，來自城裏，講一口城裏話。實際我們的位置離市中心也就5公裏，但是常州話屬於吳語體係，口音和地緣關係極大，相距5公裏就有明顯的差別，當然外地人聽不出來。劉老師其實是江北人，她老公也是老師，在城裏某小學任教。她自己帶了她女兒王開和兒子王星住在新閘中小學的老師宿舍裏，周末才會回城裏。她能講標準的普通話，因此她看不起我媽媽講的有濃鬱常州口音的普通話。王星有先天性心髒病。王開很漂亮。我大學畢業在上海寶鋼工作的時候，我媽媽還有意把王開介紹給我做媳婦，但我不想要這麽勢力的丈夫娘，一口拒絕了。
劉老師明顯穿著上要時髦，比如漂亮的微微露腿的裙子，在那個大家穿軍裝的年代特別顯得有些突出。當然劉老師也談不上壞，我在她班上讀一年級，還是給了三好學生的稱號。那時候的三好學生就是一張獎狀和一枝鉛筆的獎勵。
小學生的生活就是讀書識字和學算數。數學到了三年級有一些應用題。三年級是我媽媽教的。我記得其中考試的時候，我媽媽一般在課堂上監考一邊就改卷子，因為有些學生交卷早。我那次也早早交了卷子，結果數學做錯了兩道題，我媽媽就直接在課堂上低聲教訓我，說以後複查仔細了再交卷，讓我第一次感到媽媽的威嚴，因為她平時對我和妹妹們特別寵愛。
小學五年級的時候還發生了地震事件，那時候因為唐山大地震，結果全國各地都神經兮兮，常州也鬧起了地震，結果每家每戶都搭了抗震棚，住在外麵的空地上，大概有半年多時間，期間最凶的時候，我母親家幾個舅舅阿姨一商量，把家裏的幾個根（就是男孩傳宗接代的）都送到了無錫的二阿姨家，我記得是我爸爸帶我去的，第一次坐火車到了無錫的姨媽家。無錫的姨媽家是三個表哥，都比我大，我那時候喜歡跟在我二表哥後麵，因為二表哥長得很帥。後來我在西安讀大學，我二表哥在陝西當雷達兵，還把我接到部隊住了一晚，那時候他要複原了，還給我了一件軍裝，這是後話。
七六年是多事之秋，周總理、朱總司令和毛主席相繼逝世，老百姓覺得天要塌下來了，我奶奶還在地震棚裏用傳統的哭喪方式為毛主席哭了一場，當時大家還不知道為什麽，後來一聽原來是哭毛主席的。我後來問我奶奶是真哭還是假哭，我奶奶說當然是假哭，他又不是我們家的人，怎麽會真傷心啊。
小學歲月：文革時期的校園生活與家庭故事
我從71年到76年，經曆了批林批孔（那是批林彪）、反擊右傾翻案風（批鄧小平）和批四人幫（那是批王洪文、張春橋、江青和姚文元）。76年批四人幫印象最深刻，因為要到區裏去匯演，學校選拔了八位同學表演工農兵學批四人幫，台詞類似三句半之類的，4位學生伴演王張江姚，四位學生扮演工農兵學。我扮演學生，手中的武器是一把大剪刀，我不知道為啥不是毛筆。也許大剪刀顯得有氣勢。編劇導演都是初中部的胡須龍老師，吳老師教語文和音樂，他多才多藝，家裏也在城裏。我們表演工農兵學的都穿綠軍裝，都是胡老師借來的衣服。演出隔天八個學生跟了胡老師住在他常州城裏的家裏，然後第二天一早坐公共汽車到武進縣的鄒區參加表演，表演結束後步行十幾公裏回到鄉下。那是我第一次住在常州城裏，晚上弄堂裏幽暗的燈光，熙熙攘攘的路人，和仍然開門做生意的小賣部都讓我感覺城市夜晚特有的氣息並為之著迷。
那時候學校的老師有一半來自城裏，有一位潘維興老師，文革前是常州某局的局長，正處級幹部，那時候被打倒了在初中部教書。我爸我媽對潘老師特別尊敬。我爸說潘老師是解放前常武地區地下黨領導人之一，雖然我爸沒在他領導下工作過。落難的鳳凰不如雞，那時候潘老師也隻有夾住尾巴做人，在一個股長級小學校長領導之下。潘老師文革結束後擔任常州市地震局局長，官複原職正處級。
小學校長叫鄧瑞興，宜興人，一口宜興普通話。副校長潘耀生，是個勢利人，本地潘家村人。還有叫初中物理的吳興華老師，個子高高帥帥的，不知道他結婚有沒有結婚。還有教數學的潘杏村老師，看到笨的學生就會講教你教到屌毛白你都不會，所以學生們叫他老流氓。教二年的邵菊妹老師，她老公是公社衛生院醫生。還有教四年級的鄒仁娥老師，五年級的陳玉妹老師，加上幼兒園的呂阿琴老師，差不多十幾個人，學校還請了一個燒飯師傅。
學校放暑假放寒假需要老師輪流值班護校，城裏的老師一般就委托我們在鄉下的老師護校，護校每天有5毛錢的補助。那時我奶奶身體還很康健，所以我奶奶帶上我和妹妹們經常去護校。說實話那個學校是在一個亂葬崗上建立的。盡管就在我們村邊，但隔了一條河，通過一座小木橋相連。感覺學校就像一座孤島。所以我們去護校還是很害怕的，夏天護校的話還好，我們在學校裏操場上玩，爬梧桐樹采梧桐子。冬天護校一般就呆在宿舍裏早早睡覺，有時候拿上我爸的收音機聽聽革命故事。被子都是我們自己帶去的，我爸特別講衛生，他嫌別人被子不衛生。
小學的時候，還發生了學校門口的小木橋坍塌事件。那是明清時期留下的木橋，大概20-30米長，2-3米寬，年久失修，橋板掉落，空隙較大，一不小心踩空人就容易掉下河去。那條河是運河的一條支流，有20-30米寬。那時候我父親在家養病，公社裏就準備集資造橋，讓我爸擔任造橋總指揮兼監理，因為他是國家幹部，在家養病，也沒具體工作，不用上下班，做這件事正好。我爸也很樂意，從一開是張羅，募捐，到請施工隊，一直到造橋結束，賬目做得仔仔細細，完了用大字報張貼公布。我記得很清楚，當時村民踴躍捐款，有捐五元的，也有捐1元的，那時候農民沒錢啊，但因為自己的子女要經過，每個大隊也募集到了好幾百元，都用大字報張貼公布，那時候我爸的毛筆字就派上用場了，村民們都會稱讚說到底是大學生，寫得一手漂亮的字。
其實我爸的書法是在王姓繼曾祖父親自教導下練成的，王姓繼曾祖父學識淵博，參加過北伐，做過19路軍蔡廷鍇將軍的中級軍官參議，王姓繼曾祖父特別喜歡我爸，因為我爸喜歡讀書，所以他就傾囊相授。王姓繼曾祖父在抗戰前夕帶了我奶奶和我爸爸回到常州老家，王姓繼曾祖則回到蘇北老家因為那裏還有祖產。王姓繼曾祖父帶回了一些錢財，但是我家經過兩次強盜上門打劫，他們在上海辛辛苦苦積累的一點錢財都被搶光了，隻留下了王姓繼曾祖父以前在上海開店時的一塊門店的金字招牌。強盜們以為招牌那都是假的塗了一層金漆而已，哪知道那是純金打造，說明王姓繼曾祖父的精明。後來我爸把那些金子都用在了地下情報活動包括營救戰友上。現在看來，都是肉包子打狗，連我爸自己的離休待遇都是一波三折。這是後話。
From 1971 to 1976, I experienced criticizing Lin Piao and Confucius (that was criticizing Lin Biao), countering the right-leaning trend of overturning the verdict (criticizing Deng Xiaoping), and criticizing the Gang of Four (that was criticizing Wang Hongwen, Zhang Chunqiao, Jiang Qing and Yao Wenyuan). The 1976 batch of Gang of Four left the deepest impression on me. Because they were going to perform in the district, the school selected eight students to perform the Gang of Four of the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers batch. The lines were similar to three and a half sentences. Four students accompanied Wang, Zhang, Jiangyao, and four students played the role. Workers' and Peasants' Military Science. I play the role of a student, and the weapon in my hand is a pair of scissors, and I don’t know why it’s not a writing brush. Maybe the big scissors look imposing. The screenwriter and director are both bearded dragon teachers from the junior high school. Teacher Wu teaches Chinese and music. He is versatile and his family is in the city. Those of us who performed the Workers', Peasants and Soldiers' Study all wore green military uniforms, which were borrowed by Teacher Hu. The day after the performance, eight students stayed with Teacher Hu at his home in Changzhou City. Then they took a bus to Zou District in Wujin County early the next morning to participate in the performance. After the performance, they walked more than ten kilometers back to the countryside. It was my first time living in Changzhou City. The dim lights in the alleys at night, the bustling passers-by, and the small shops that were still open for business all made me feel the unique atmosphere of the city at night and was fascinated by it.
At that time, half of the teachers in the school came from the city. There was a teacher Pan Weixing, who was the director of a bureau in Changzhou before the Cultural Revolution and was a division-level cadre. At that time, he was knocked down to teach in the junior high school. My father and mother respect Teacher Pan very much. My dad said that Teacher Pan was one of the underground party leaders in the Changwu area before liberation, although my dad never worked under his leadership. A phoenix in distress is not as good as a chicken. At that time, Teacher Pan could only hold his tail between his legs and lead his life under the leadership of a unit chief-level primary school principal. After the Cultural Revolution, Mr. Pan served as the director of the Changzhou Seismological Bureau, and was restored to the director level.
The principal of the primary school is named Deng Ruixing, who is from Yixing and speaks Yixing Mandarin. Vice-principal Pan Yaosheng is a snob, a native of Panjia Village. There is also a junior high school physics teacher called Wu Xinghua, who is tall and handsome. I don’t know if he is married or not. There is also teacher Pan Xingcun who teaches mathematics. When he sees stupid students, he will lecture you until your dick hair turns gray and you don’t know how to do it, so the students call him an old gangster. Teacher Shao Jumei has been teaching for two years, and her husband is a doctor at a commune health center. There are also teachers Zou Ren'e who teaches fourth grade, teacher Chen Yumei who teaches fifth grade, and teacher Lu Aqin from kindergarten, there are almost a dozen people, and the school also hired a cook.
When the school is on summer and winter vacation, teachers need to take turns to be on duty to take care of the school. Teachers in the city usually entrust our teachers in the countryside to take care of the school. The nursing school receives a subsidy of 50 cents per day. My grandma was still in good health at that time, so she took my sisters and me to nursing school frequently. To be honest, that school was built on a mass grave. Although it is right next to our village, it is separated by a river and connected by a small wooden bridge. It feels like the school is like an island. So we were still scared to go to the nursing school. It was okay in the summer. We played on the playground in the school and climbed the sycamore tree to collect sycamore seeds. In the winter when I was in nursing school, I usually stayed in the dormitory and went to bed early. Sometimes I would take my dad’s radio and listen to revolutionary stories. We all bring the quilts ourselves. My dad is very particular about hygiene. He thinks other people’s quilts are unhygienic.
When I was in elementary school, a small wooden bridge in front of the school collapsed. It was a wooden bridge left over from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It was about 20-30 meters long and 2-3 meters wide. It was in disrepair for a long time. The bridge boards fell off and the gaps were large. If someone stepped on it accidentally, it would be easy for people to fall into the river. The river is a tributary of the canal and is 20-30 meters wide. At that time, my father was recuperating at home, and the commune was preparing to raise funds to build a bridge, and asked my father to serve as the commander-in-chief and supervisor of the bridge construction. Because he was a national cadre, recuperating at home, and had no specific job, so he did not have to commute to get off work, so it was just right for him to do this. My dad was also very happy. From the beginning, we raised money, hired a construction team, and ended up building the bridge. The accounts were carefully prepared, and when the project was completed, we posted it on big-character posters. I remember very clearly that at that time, the villagers actively donated money, some donated 5 yuan, and some donated 1 yuan. The farmers had no money at that time, but because their children had to pass by, each brigade also raised several hundred yuan, which they spent When big-character posters were posted and announced, my dad's calligraphy came in handy at that time. The villagers would praise him for his beautiful handwriting, after all, as a college student.
In fact, my dad's calligraphy was learned under the personal instruction of my great-grandfather surnamed Wang. His great-grandfather surnamed Wang was very knowledgeable, participated in the Northern Expedition, and served as a mid-level officer counselor to General Cai Tingkai of the 19th Route Army. His great-grandfather surnamed Wang was very fond of my dad. Because my dad likes to read, he teaches me everything he has. My step-great-grandfather surnamed Wang took my grandmother and my father back to his hometown in Changzhou on the eve of the Anti-Japanese War. His step-great-grandfather surnamed Wang returned to his hometown in Northern Jiangsu because there was still ancestral property there. My step-great-grandfather surnamed Wang brought back some money, but after two robbers came to rob my family, all the money they had worked so hard to accumulate in Shanghai was robbed, leaving only a piece of money that my step-great-grandfather surnamed Wang had when he opened a shop in Shanghai. The store’s golden sign. The robbers thought that the signboard was fake and just coated with a layer of gold paint, but they didn't know that it was made of pure gold, which shows the shrewdness of the great-grandfather surnamed Wang. Later, my dad used all the gold in underground intelligence activities, including rescuing comrades. Now it seems that it's all about meat buns beating dogs, and even my dad's own retirement package is full of twists and turns.
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