President of the Phoebe Society

On the day when my rubber shoes were soaked with mud and water, the loudspeaker of the Shige Festival Commune was broadcasting Agricultural Learning from Dazhai. I was squatting by the well platform cleaning my shoes and saw the pair I lost three years ago on the feet of the village party secretary - the cracks were exactly the same. The party secretary said this was a sample issued by the commune. I didn't ask any more questions, because in the mud of the rubber soles there were the prints of the cow hooves I had stepped on.