Our team mainly grows buds, sweet potatoes, etc., one to solve the problem of insufficient food, and the other is miscellaneous grains can be used as pig feed. Since it was a land reclamation, rats in the wild invaded the room and settled in (the walls of our house were hollow walls made of straw and mud, and this became a paradise for rats). Rats are very rampant, and they bite clothes and food, and attract long snakes that eat rats. Mice and long snakes "hide and seek" in the hollow wall at night, snakes eat mice, snakes are full, and they play in a few circles at the foot of the bed where we sleep (at that time, in order to prevent moisture, four to six piles are made with bamboo, more than one meter high from the ground, and a shelf is built on top of the bed), all kinds of snakes or coiled in a circle to hide in the corner of the house to sleep, which makes people feel frightened, plus ants are looking for food in the room to form a long dragon, the house is really not peaceful!

I ask everyone to use volunteer work to carry out hygiene, eradicate weeds in front of and behind the house, sprinkle six or six powder indoors and outdoors, and the "three pests" of rats, snakes, and ants will slowly escape, and people's hearts will gradually become peaceful.

Our team mainly grows miscellaneous grains, but also occasionally grows winter melons, pumpkins and the like. When the buds and winter melons are ripe, some of the workers are greedy, hide the buds in the mountains and roast them to eat, and then bury them deep and extinguish. Since most of the harvesting of miscellaneous grains is the responsibility of women, they eat almost all the buds of the public household in a piecemeal manner. He also took some salt from the canteen to the mountain, cut the winter melon, dipped it in salt and ate it raw, and so on, and there were not a few winter melons left on the mountain.

I asked them why there were so many fewer buds and winter melons? They said in unison, "Maybe someone stole it." I said, "The Dai people never do this kind of thing, maybe it's the 'big rats' in the mountains who eat it." ”

In fact, I have a few points in my heart, they are too hungry, only eight or two meters a day, and the labor intensity is high, how can they not be hungry. I said solemnly: "This is not allowed in the future, when the buds and winter melons are recovered, the team will give some to everyone."

Later, the branch secretary also emphasized at the meeting: "This kind of style that harms the public interest is unacceptable, and it is not an example." "Usually the admissions don't dare to tell me the truth, since the branch secretary also knows, the admissions said to me: "The bud grain and winter melon are eaten by everyone, and they are hungry and can't stand it." "I don't blame her much.

When Mengyuan was in Mengyuan, the grain (millet) was provided by two or three nearby Dai villages, and each team had to send people to the Dai village to cook rice, and each shift was rotated. But every time the people who went to the rice bowl came back, they only handed in white rice, and there was not a single bit of broken rice or fine bran. The secretary told me, "How can I feed the pigs if they don't have feed?" I said, "Isn't there broken rice and fine chaff?" He said go check it out.

At first glance, this is indeed the case. I said, "What about broken rice and fine bran?" He said, "The lesbians have eaten them all." "I had a weird feeling in my heart: how could I eat the chaff? After an investigation, it turned out that the female comrades mixed broken rice and fine bran together and boiled some vegetables and ate them, because the fixed grain supplied at that time was not enough to eat, and they had to save some food for the men to eat, and they themselves were very hungry. I couldn't bear to criticize them, so I pretended to be deaf and stupid. Later, the women became more and more proud, and they came up with the idea of white rice, and they did not pay enough for 100 catties of millet and 70 catties of rice.

At that time, the grain rate was calculated according to "92 meters" and "81 faces", which meant that 100 catties of millet would produce 92 catties of net rice, and 100 catties of wheat would produce 81 catties of net flour. I only announced at the meeting: In the future, I will pay 80 catties of net rice for 100 catties of millet, and 10 catties of fine bran and broken rice, so as to ensure that the pigs have fodder, people have more food to eat, and meat to eat at the end of the year.

With three neighbouring villages, plus one Hani village a little further away, the supply of food rations for hundreds of people on the farm became a problem. The grain in the original warehouse nearby has also been drained, and the grain is in short supply. Later, the county grain bureau informed the farm to go to Mengtou to pick rice, and take a small road to go back and forth for eighty or ninety miles. So most of the cadres and all the male workers in the audience went to pick up grain, and all the affairs of the family were handed over to the female comrades, and an army of grain pickers went over the mountains and waded through the mountains and rivers to get busy.

Each team is led by the captain to set off, the secretary with a good roster, the provisions of the strong labor force each pick 100 pounds (like I can pick 60 pounds to the top), on the road to ensure that a pound and a half of rice a day to eat, before dawn on the departure, in the afternoon loaded rice to rush back, waiting for rice at home to save the emergency! I mobilized strong laborers to pick up an extra 20 catties, and some of them rushed home that night. Originally, on the way to make a wish, I was guaranteed to eat a pound and a half of rice a day, but I was stunned that some people ate more than a pound of rice in one meal and more than three pounds a day.

I was already very tired after walking more than 40 miles empty-handed, and now I am carrying 60 catties of rice back, and I am exhausted. Because it is climbing mountains and wading through mountains and walking mountain roads, walking less than 20 miles, arthritis attacks on the left foot, the more painful it is, and finally climbing a mountain next to a Hani village, a few of us have no strength with poor physical strength. borrowed fire to cook, bought some bacon, had dinner, it was already dark, the mountain and forest paths did not argue about things, only to stay.

I'm not in the mood to eat, my joints are so painful that I sweat profusely, and it's difficult to stretch and flex, what should I do? At night, humming and chirping, tossing and turning and unable to sleep, I got up and leaned against the fire to bake my joints. When the old man of the Hani tribe saw me like this, he used herbs and soju to help me rub and knead, and slowly my skin became red and the pain was relieved. The old lady found a piece of skin, bandaged the herbs on the knee joint, and told me to lie down on the bamboo bed by the fire pit to rest.

The small bamboo bed by the fire pond is the master's "special seat", even the people at home can not sit, today I am especially allowed to lie on it, I really feel a little sorry not to go, the brother nation to a stranger Han people to give such care, there is really a heart of gold! In an instant, the tall image of the old man made me reverent, which was the fruit of the national policy. Thinking of this, I still can't forget the kindness of these two old men.

Hani people, also known as Aini, is a unique minority in Nanzhao Province, Hani people originated from the ancient northwest Qiang people, have their own language, but no writing, follow the Han people's lunar calendar, but also the Spring Festival, mainly distributed in southern Yunnan. The Hani people of Mengbalaxi, due to the long-term exclusion of the Dai people in history, were forced to live far away in the mountains and old forests, mainly engaged in the primitive agriculture of slash-and-burn cultivation and rotational cultivation, and the grain was mainly upland rice.

Upland rice is planted in the mountains and does not need to be watered, but the yield is not as good as that of rice. Every winter, they cut down hundreds of acres of primeval forest on the slopes of Xiangyang Mountain, and after drying it, they burned the felled mountain forest clean in the spring, and the ground was a layer of fertilizer left by the burned forest, so there was no need to apply fertilizer. They hold a stripping wooden stick in their right hand, poke a small hole in the loose land, put two or three grains of grain in their left hand, wipe it with their feet, cover the small hole with soil ash, even if they sow the seeds, after a heavy rain comes, the seeds will send out new teeth in the ground, and then they will shovel the grass every week, no need to water, all rely on the sky to eat, harvest in more than three months, and plant only one season a year.

At the end of the year, a forest was cut down again, and it was self-sufficient and leisurely.

At that time, they were still in the primitive era of respecting men, men tied long braids, arranged small flowers, took care of children at home, and enjoyed Qingfu, but women were very bitter, they were responsible for going up the mountain to cut firewood, farming, raising pigs, building houses, doing hard work, enduring male oppression, and living at the bottom. Because most of the Hani people live on the high mountainside and the water is inconvenient, they rarely bathe and wash clothes all year round, and the Hani people in Nanzhao Province are the most unhygienic ethnic minority.

The next day, as we walked home, we met a dozen or so stragglers on the way. Because I walked through the mountain path, a mountain beam, a small river, sometimes the river is waist-deep, sometimes the water is up to the crotch, the shorts have long been wet, the body is cold, some comrades simply took off the fig pants, naked, naked water, over the mountains, really a bit of primitive people's style! Fortunately, the mountains are high and dense, and no one comes and goes. When everyone was tired of walking, they sat down to rest and slowly rushed home.

The admissions saw that I did not return for two days, for fear that I would lose my way in the forest and not find my way home, and for fear of encountering poisonous snakes and beasts, other comrades would come back in one day, but I was slow to see anyone, and asked other colleagues, all said that each went his own way, we walked fast, Captain Zhang may still be behind, and she was so anxious that she was restless, and on the third day, seeing me carrying a load of rice, limping and coming back safely, she ran over with tears on her face and cried:

"Lao Zhang, you're finally back, and you've made me anxious!"

Seeing her sad and joyful appearance, my strong heart also softened, but I forced a smile to comfort her:

"Don't worry, I'm back, I have joint pain on the way, and I suffered for a day."

"Oh......" she put down a hanging heart.

I carried sixty pounds of rice, and I had fifty-eight pounds in the team. I also bought some pork and lard, which I wanted to keep for my children, but the admissions didn't approve of me, so I paid them all. The secretary general said appreciatively: "Captain Zhang is really good, and he also bought fifteen catties of pork and more than two catties of lard for the team." Later, he was also "rewarded" by the branch secretary----- "Captain Zhang picks food when he is sick, and he is dedicated to the public, which is worth learning." "When I heard that, I was a little embarrassed. After that, everyone went to pick rice a few times, but because of my arthritis, everyone didn't let me pick rice, and I didn't share the joys and sorrows with everyone, and I always felt ashamed in my heart.