"My surname is Mao. You also understand that this is the greatest surname in the world and the most noble surname. I am proud of this surname.

My name is Mao Aidang. I am a poor and lower-middle peasant of the eighth generation. Counting to me, the first eight generations were the poorest and poorest people. They could not afford to eat..." Mao Aidang said to her slowly. My personal history started from the poor generation of her family and continued to the fifth generation, then the get out of class was over. The second class finally finished talking about the eighth generation of poverty. The original text was like mosquito-repellent incense. I don’t know what she wanted to do.

Yuan Wense was curious: "What kind of class does Teacher Mao take?"

Someone quietly replied: "This is the teacher who specializes in giving us lessons on remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet. She actually can only write her own name."

This is actually a political class with a sense of religious ritual.

Usually, people with deep suffering and hatred are invited to come forward and explain how poor the old society was, how they were exploited and oppressed by landlords and wealthy people, how they were inferior to cattle and horses, how they were hungry, and how they ate food that was even worse than pig food.

The ancestors of these people have lived in such misery for eight generations. It makes people wonder how the poor can be passed down for so many generations. Isn’t it said that one can only be poor for three generations? Doesn’t it mean that the fourth generation will marry if they are truly poor to the end?

If you can’t afford a daughter-in-law, will you lose the sense of inheritance?

Someone whispered in the back, "This class is too..."

"This is nothing, there are still things to remember and think about sweet rice."

The original text is Se Mingjue Li.

When I got home, I asked Lao Shi what Yikusi sweet rice was.

Lao Shi glanced at her silently and said aggrievedly: "It tastes terrible."

Yuan Wense said in surprise: "You've eaten it before!"

Lao Shi nodded. He almost failed in this class. He went through all kinds of swords and fires. He almost fell down in this class.

This kind of ritual with religious sacredness is even more powerful than the current MLM. In order to make everyone feel moved, compared with the dire straits before liberation, everyone was extremely happy after liberation.

Let everyone try what they ate before liberation.

Basically, this kind of rice is made of wheat bran noodles, various wild vegetables, or old vegetable leaves, and tofu residue added with water. Some handicaps who have never cooked before are even deliberately selected to make the rice so that even pigs are not willing to eat it.

At this time, a different kind of chef will appear, that is, their god-level black cuisine is so unpalatable that it makes people doubt their life, and those who can swallow every bite are in awe of their own courage.

All in all, the harder it is to eat, the more it is encouraged, and the better the effect of remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet.

When eating, various leaders and activists should take the lead in setting an example.

The more unpalatable it is, the more you have to endure it and force yourself to swallow it.

It's all a big pot of dirty unknown things. If you put it there, the person who gives you a spoon and a bowl is considered to be giving you face. Basically, if you throw a pot of stuff there, a lot of people will rush over like pigs trying to grab food.

, the pot of water was emptied in a matter of minutes.

If you can't bear it and you can't eat it, then your performance in study and work will be completely gone. This kind of lesson of remembering hardships and remembering sweet things can determine ten thousand lessons. No matter how good your performance is in other subjects, you will not be able to do it in this subject.

If you fail your studies, you will never graduate.

The world is really big and has everything, but she still knows very little.

Yuan Wense's face turned green. She really wanted to thank the eight generations of Baijiayuan's ancestors. It seemed that she had to graduate in this class as soon as possible, otherwise she would have to die after eating this stuff every semester.

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Chapter completed!