[356] The working people are heart-to-heart

"Commissar, you're right.

The road has to be walked step by step, and the food has to be eaten one bite at a time, I am too anxious. ”

After Fan Ming finished speaking, he looked up at a group of wild geese flying in the sky, and felt a lot calmer.

Political Commissar Jiang pulled Fan Ming, and the group continued to walk along the path paved with large stones towards the outside of the village.

"Your reaction is normal, and I'm anxious."

With the busy labor of the soldiers in the village, the small village of Yajiang suddenly became much cleaner. Led by a few Tibetan-speaking comrades, the medical team set up tents in the small square of the village, shouting for voluntary medical treatment for the Tibetans. The comrades of the propaganda team pulled up the open-air movie screens and were busy preparing for the films that were to be shown in the evening.

Fan Ming and his entourage walked outside the village and saw an old man pulling two oxen from a distance and putting a plow on the horns. I saw that the two cows resisted helplessly, but they couldn't escape the stubbornness of their owners.

"Uncle, why are you doing this? How awkward is that? Fan Ming said as he pulled Li Futian forward.

Li Futian translated and told the old man that he shouldn't plow like this.

This old Tibetan man has a swarthy complexion, and he has been working in the sun of the plateau all year round, making his face as black and shiny as charcoal. He was covered in an old Tibetan robe, with a greasy sheen, and he could no longer distinguish the original color. He seemed to have become accustomed to stepping barefoot in this dry field. Although there are no ridges in the fields of this Tibetan area, it is obvious that there is a difference between this and the surrounding fields overgrown with wild grass

He said in Tibetan: "We Tibetans have been put on the horns of oxen since our ancestors, and I have been planting the land for 40 years, and it has always been like this. ”

After saying this, the old man continued to tie the noose to the horns of the oxen, and put a clumsy pole across the heads of the two oxen, and bound them with a belt, so that the two oxen would not be separated when they pulled the plow.

Like the vast majority of PLA cadres in those days, Pham Minh was born and raised in bitter waters, and he was a great cropper before he joined the revolution.

"Uncle, this plough cover still has to be put on the back of the cow, so that the cow can be strong." Fan Ming didn't mind the old man's snub, and patiently stepped forward and said.

At this time, Commissar Jiang and the guards also gathered around, and they all smiled kindly at the old man.

"You man, have you ever seen a cow fight with a cow?" The old man asked.

"I've seen it."

"And the bull fights with his shoulders? Or fight with a gladiator? It's with horns, with horns, of course! The old man calmly tightened the straw rope tied to the horns.

"The strength of the ox is all in the horns." The old man repeated emphatically.

After listening to Li Futian's translation, Fan Ming smiled and asked Li Futian: "Is this old man a slave?" Why is the master willing to let him bring the oxen out to work without an overseer? ”

Li Futian said: "This is a bad ba. ”

Fan Ming thought about it, and it seems that before entering Tibet, the popular science class said that the most senior among the inferior people was Chaba, who received the poor land of the local government, that is, the official land, and raised three or four cows at home, and the wealthier ones even had three or five sheep. In addition to farming, they also graze cattle and dig Cordyceps in the mountains to support their families.

Chaba has the obligation to serve the lord, and everyone in Chaba's family has to respectfully serve the lord for a period of free labor every year. In a year of calamity, if Chaba borrowed money and food from the lord, it would be the beginning of bad luck.

The usury of the rolling interest rate will turn Chaba into a heap of poor people who live in the slave owner's cowshed and help the lord graze and pay off the debt, which means small households, which is only one step away from selling himself into slavery. When the time comes, when the donkey has rolled in debt enough to buy the whole poor family, the lord can go to his house and take people as slaves to pay the debt. Before liberation, the number of chapa and poor people in Tibet was constantly decreasing, and there were more and more slaves.

Fan Ming looked at the two lean cows sympathetically, they raised their heads high, their necks twisted uncomfortably from side to side, competing with each other, tired and panting, twisting their jaws to pull the wooden plough forward. The old man pressed the plow with all his strength, and he was also tired and panting, and he had to keep shouting at the livestock.

"Uncle, I'll help you plow this land, look at my craftsmanship." Fan Ming finally couldn't stand it anymore, and the croppers couldn't stand the hardships of watching the animals suffer.

Hearing Li Futian say this, the old man shook his head vigorously and refused to agree. After patient inquiry, Fan Ming knew that the old man's name was Si Lang Wendui, and the reason for his disagreement was that he was afraid that these Han people would play tricks and extort money from him after plowing the land. After patiently explaining, the old man realized that this Han man had just been received by the Living Buddha, and quickly knelt down in awe.

Fan Ming was startled and hurriedly rushed up to pick up the old man.

"Uncle, don't worry, I just want to show my crops, hehe, I have been leaving it for many years, and I don't know if it is loose. You see, if my method is successful, you can learn from me next time, and don't strangle this bull's horn again. ”

Watching Fan Ming skillfully untie the plough from the horns of the ox, he called a few guards to put a military cotton jacket under the plough and fasten it on the shoulder of the ox. Si Lang Wendui believed that this big official in the Han army was really a good crop. He cherished his cattle so much that he did not hesitate to put his padded jacket under the wooden pole of the plough cover, and those who loved the animals were not bad people.

The two oxen ploughing the ground on their shoulders obviously felt much lighter. The two oxen walked forward almost like a fly, and Fan Minh strode after the ox, shouting in his mouth, and gently passing by the side of the ox like a tickle with his braids, not hitting the ox hard at all, but driving the ox as straight and disciplined as a marching warrior.

Seeing that this small piece of ground was easily plowed all over, Slang Wendui was really convinced.

"The army is really blessed with supernatural powers, I have never seen this ox like this since I was born, and it plows fast."

Fan Ming wiped the fine sweat on his forehead and said: "Uncle, in the future, our People's Liberation Army will send the latest foot plough into the Tibetan area, the plough will be pulled up more briskly, and the depth of the plough can be adjusted by replacing the iron bolt jack of the plowshare, and there is no need to master the strength with experience." When the plough arrived, it was enough to plow the land with only one ox. ”

Slang Wyn said, "A cow? ”

"Yes, an iron plough that can be pulled by an ox. If there are no cows, it is easy for people to pull. Pham Minh said.

"How much does that plow cost? I'm a bad guy, where can I afford an iron guy like that. Look at this plow of mine, only the plow is wrapped with a layer of iron sheet, and such a little iron sheet is worth five large pockets of barley noodles! No matter how precious and careful you are, it will break down after two years and replace it with a new iron sheet. Slang Wendui sighed.

"The government sells to the common people, of course, it is not expensive! I saw that kind of new foot plough in Sichuan, one is only 100 yuan, the plow is pure steel, the rest is pure iron, and the whole does not have a little wood! It won't be a problem to use it for decades! ”

"What? All iron? Still use steel? This is not a weapon, how to use steel? Twenty bucks? How many silver dollars is that? Slang Wendui asked.

"That's twenty silver dollars." Li Futian translated.

Slang Wen piled up: "It's all a big plough of iron!" Can be used for decades! It's cheaper than a yak? Although he didn't believe it, Slang Wendui didn't accuse the other party of lying. In his opinion, this Han army is so good at farming, and he has just seen a living Buddha, how can he commit such a crime as telling nonsense.

"Maybe I'm mistaken." Slang Weyne thought so.

Thinking of this, Si Lang Wendui felt that he was deeply guilty, and he actually moved the disrespectful thought of suspecting the guests of the Living Buddha of lying, and hurriedly said clumsily: "Thank you to the Han army for teaching me such a plow, and invite the army to come to my house to drink tea, butter tea, and glutinous rice." ”

Fan Ming smiled: "I still have something to do, so I won't ......"

Before he finished speaking, Political Commissar Jiang interrupted: "Haode, we must go." ”

Li Futian hurriedly translated and relayed.

Seeing that he could invite such a nobleman, Slang Wendui was very happy, and put his hands together to pray for the blessing of all of them.

Political Commissar Jiang said: "Lao Fan, the Tibetan compatriots are very sincere, please drink tea, if you don't go, it will not give face, it will hurt people's feelings." Besides, through this old man, we can also understand the actual situation in some Tibetan areas. ”

Fan Ming said approvingly: "It's still the political commissar who thinks about it thoroughly!" If it's not you, I almost made this uncle unhappy just now. ”

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