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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)
and so it was warm and comfortable. The Northeast
was very cold in winter and therefore, it was very
popular). They were sound asleep, while the rest
were sitting on chairs smoking. They were in charge
of the class struggle. But in fact, they had nothing to
do. What they were doing every day was smoking
and lying on Kang, sleeping. Once an event occurred
about class struggle, they would come forward to
deal with it. The students took me to a worker master
who was about fifty years old. He was the main
leader in the revolutionary committee of our school.
He had a big head and two short legs. I nicknamed
him ‘Dwarf’. He was very proud of his background
and he would often say triumphantly, “I’m an
uneducated worker. I’m an illiterate. Before
Liberation, my family was very poor. I couldn’t go to
school. I once even begged for a meal. It is the Party
that saved me. It is Chairman Mao that saved me.
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