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That night the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, it was like mercury pouring down the ground. Like every day for the 365 days, the captain climbed up the ladder to the room and coughed twice loudly, like a full set of bronze-hammered painted faces on the Peking Opera stage coughing and shouting. The captain of our production team is called Qi Heixiao. Captain Qi put his hands in the shape of a trumpet and turned around and shouted: "Attention, attention. The male and female members of the team are coming to the team headquarters for a meeting. We have important things to say!" Over and over again, Captain Qi's voice was pure, broad and bright, no less than that of Yang Xiaolou and Yuan Shihai, the masters of Peking opera with colorful faces, and the tail notes could be heard for miles. The farmers are really pitiful. They study Dazhai during the day and study politics at night. At that time, we were either called commune members, people's commune members, or sunflowers; or we were called poor and lower-middle peasants. Chairman Mao said that we should receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants, and we were not called farmers.
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