上世纪七十年代,为多挣点工分,多分点粮食,张自明和哥哥一起去新乡北站拉石头。那时,张自明才十七八岁,他和哥哥各自拉一辆石头车,一天下来,常常手、脚满是血泡。“那时候穷得没有像样的衣服穿,俺相亲时,还是去生产队长那里借的裤子。就那裤子,还是用化肥袋子做的,不贴腿啊,走起路来直呼扇。”张自明说起的这件旧事,现在听来如同天方夜谭。 Seventies of last century, in order to earn extra points, more points of food, Zhang Ziming and his brother go to Xinxiang North Station pull stones. At that time, Zhang Zi-ming was seventeen and eighteen years old. He and his brother each pulled a rock car. One day, they often had their hands and feet full of blood blisters. At that time poor clothing was not like to wear, I blind date, or go to the production captain where to borrow pants on the pants, or do with fertilizer bags, do not stick leg ah, go straight to shout fans. Zhang Ziming talk about this old thing, now sounds like a fairy tale.