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【358】The Bodhisattva with the highest ceiling

After Commissar Jiang finished eating the glutinous rice he kneaded, he put down the wooden bowl and said, "Uncle Slang Wendui, your family of three, are you usually full?" What's life like? ”

Uncle Slang Wendui handed the cloth bag containing compressed biscuits and ham sausages to the boss, and sighed:

"The harvest in the field is just like that, if you want to rely on these ten acres of poor fields to eat, it will not work, after paying the rent, the rest of the grain is just to make a living, even so, there are still one or two months a year to live by eating wild vegetables in the mountains.

I relied on my good legs and feet, and I was familiar with the mountain, and I often went into the mountains to dig herbs and sell them to the merchants who collected them, which could make me more than ten silver dollars a year. Otherwise, just paying the birth tax for my first four children would have dragged me into poverty. ”

Political Commissar Jiang said: "Is there still a tax on having a child?" ”

Slang Wendui's eyes widened and said, "Why is the army strange? Don't Han families pay birth tax? The boy was 4 taels of silver, and a single eyelid was added 4 taels, and the girl was 1 tael or 5, and many piles of poor and slaves were born because they could not pay the birth tax, and the child fell to death at birth. ”

Political Commissar Jiang said with a heavy heart: "Uncle, are there any taxes to be paid?" ”

Silang Wendui sighed and said: "That's a lot, like me, in addition to the land rent to the lord, I also have to dedicate another fifty catties of barley New Year's Tribute, we Tibetans have to pay new shoe tax when they wear new shoes, we have to pay new clothes tax when we wear new clothes, we have to pay tax on cow hooves for raising cattle, we have to pay chicken tax for raising chickens, we have to pay tax for chickens laying eggs, ear tax, ewe tax, prison tax, burnt wood tax, ghee tax, barley tax, cloth tax, ......"

Fan Ming interrupted: "What is the ear tax? ”

Slang Wen said: "It's the tax that you have to pay as long as you have ears, and if you don't pay it, the lord will cut off your ears." ”

Fan Ming lowered his head, clenched his fists to suppress the anger, and snorted heavily.

Political Commissar Jiang was horrified when he heard this, and asked, "Then don't you owe the lord money?" ”

"Who doesn't owe money to the lord?" For three generations, my family owed more than 200 taels of silver to the lord and more than 70 taels of silver in the temple. If it weren't for the fact that I could still go up the mountain to dig medicine every year, my grandfather once climbed the snowy mountain to pick the snow lotus and saved the life of the old lord, and the lord would not have lent me so much. ”

He sighed again and said numbly: "Actually, our family is not much different from those poor or slaves, they are all people holding empty bowls, whether they can survive depends on the mercy of the lord." ”

Bai Ma on the side had carefully stuffed the compressed biscuits into her neckline clothes, and when she heard the matter of digging medicine, she couldn't help but put a proud look on her red face, and said: "Abba can climb thousands of feet of snow peak with a medicine basket on his back empty-handed, and he is the eagle of our Yajiang!" I have passed the coming-of-age ceremony this year, and I also want to learn from Abba and go to the mountains to dig medicine. ”

Political Commissar Jiang asked, "Do you have to pay taxes on medicinal herbs?" ”

Slang Wendui replied, "Give half of the medicinal herbs to the lord." ”

Fan Ming asked puzzledly, "Why do you still owe money to the temple?" ”

Silang Wen said: "The Nima pile in front of my house, every year I have to ask the temple to carve a new prayer stone pile, I sell lamb skins and medicinal materials every year, so I ask the temple to carve a large piece of prayer stone, and on the day of the Dancing God Festival, even Hada will be dedicated together." ”

Fan Ming said: "Oh, no wonder people told me that the Nima pile was made of silver." ”

Slang Wendui said with some pride: "The Nima pile in front of my house is the contribution of three generations of my family year after year. ”

Political Commissar Jiang's lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but when he thought of the religious policy that his superiors had repeatedly emphasized before entering Tibet, he finally changed his words and said: "It's not too early, let's go to the movies, uncle, aunt, Baima, you haven't seen the movie, right?" Just take advantage of this good opportunity to check them out. ”

The aunt said: "I won't go, there are still a lot of cow dung cakes that have not been pasted." Slang Wendui took Baima to see the freshness. ”

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In Yajiang Village on an early summer night, villagers gather in a small square.

The mountains of garbage that had been piled up in the square were now gone, and the rotten and smelly water in the recesses had been swept away by the soldiers with the brooms they had purchased in the village. Because of the arrival of the People's Liberation Army, it has changed its appearance.

Some of the Tibetans sitting on the ground in the square were dignified leaders with coarse felt pads under them, some nobles rode on the backs of their slaves to watch movies condescendingly, while most of them sat directly on the ground without mind, and everyone came to watch movies.

After a few Tibetan-speaking fighters of the propaganda team shouted desperately for an afternoon, almost all the people in the village gathered in this small square tonight, crowding the clean square that had just been cleaned by the PLA soldiers.

Even the poorest serfs in the nearby caves and broken adobe houses came this time because of the visits of the PLA propaganda and health teams. They were dressed in tattered clothes and had dark complexions, as if they had never bathed since they were born.

As if knowing their identity, most of the serfs hid far away, looking at the movie screen that had been set up in disbelief. Even when they are far away from the crowd, the stench on them can still be smelled from afar.

Luo He shrugged his nose and said to himself, "God knows how the girls in the health team can stand this smell." ”

Another projectionist, Wu Zhencheng, said depressedly: "Those are all serfs, no one was born with a stinky, and if it stinks now, it doesn't mean that it will always stink." ”

Luo He nodded: "The day when the suffering people turn over is coming." ”

Wu Zhencheng vigorously snapped the film disc into the buckle slot, snorted into the distance, and said disdainfully: "Look at those masters, they are still riding on the people's backs." ”

Luo He looked over and saw the nobleman riding on the back of a slave watching a movie, and scolded: "Dog thing! ”

Luo He is the custodian and projectionist of the projection equipment of the propaganda team, and the projection equipment of the propaganda team has been neatly placed behind the screen before the movie is shown. Luo He connected the fully charged battery to the equipment, and after debugging, he turned on the switch of the speaker and played Tibetan songs with the "precious" tape player issued by the center. All the projectionists in the country were told that this tape recorder was very valuable, and that it cost more than four thousand dollars to import one such device from the Soviet Union.

Of course, the central government will not say that these are cabbage price equipment purchased by Xiaoqiang from 2011.

The song "Turning Over Serfs and Singing" released from the two push-pull speakers made the Tibetans drunk and fascinated, and all of them showed excitement.

"Nice, where did this golden voice come from, that voice seems to come from the other side of the clouds and mountains. I've walked through many villages in Kham, and I've never heard such a golden voice. A middle-aged mountaineer exclaimed.

"Who's singing? Why don't you see where people are? Is it singing behind that big white cloth? Some Tibetans stretched out their heads vigorously while eagerly asking the people around them.

Luo He did not stop, and then put on a song "The Glory of Chairman M", a high-spirited tune and superb singing, which made many Tibetans who did not even know who the chairman was, also infected, and applauded like those PLA soldiers watching from the sidelines.

After the two songs were played, Luo He and Wu Zhencheng had already completed the work of inserting the film and adjusting the movie projector, and Luo He turned on the film projector that had been plugged in and began to officially show the movie.

The film "Serf" began to be screened.

This black-and-white film was born in 1963 after the Tibetan rebellion in 1959, and there are not many dialogues in the movie, but the lens language that seems to be magical is so thick and straightforward, with a silent liliang, hitting the hearts of every audience.

At first, the Tibetans, who had seen the movie for the first time, looked with bated breath and extreme concentration at the living people on the screen and listened to the sound with a kind of devotion to magic. They were amazed and excited to see a movie for the first time in their lives.

As a member of the ruling class from an aristocratic family, he had watched several British movies shown by the master when he was a guest at the house of the lord of Chamdo, and although he couldn't understand English, he had finally seen what the movie was like. He had heard that the film was so expensive that even the great lord only had a few movies in his collection, which he played repeatedly in exchange for a sense of superiority and entertained himself at home.

The little head man praised: "This is exactly the same as what I watched at the house of the great lord of Qamdo, it is indeed a real movie, the central government is really rich, and it is too wasteful to let these minions watch this." ”

In the square, some Tibetans were already excitedly reciting Buddhist scriptures and praising the Dharma. In their eyes, the movie is like a miracle, and there is no doubt that it must be blessed by the Dharma.

Gradually, as the plot of the movie progressed, people began to cry in the square, and more and more people shed tears, and a low whimper infected everyone with a sound and a silence.

Even the little man said with some emotion: "This old man is too ungenerous, being his slave is really the cheapest life, he must have done a great sin in his previous life, and he wants to be a slave of this kind of master in this life." ”

In the square, Tibetans began to turn their prayer wheels and pray for the miserable people in the film.

Serfs in the distance, many of them shed tears and lamented with empathy that their fate was as painful as the serfs in the movie. A silent liliang swept through people's hearts, and many people's souls were deeply shaken for the first time in their lives.

The nobleman who rode his own slave climbed off the back of his slave at some point and stood on the edge of the crowd and watched silently.

Silang Wendui and Bai Ma, the old father and young daughter, sat next to Commissar Jiang and Head Fan, and watched the movie closely.

Slang Were, who wept and kept whispering, "This is life, this is life, this is ......"

Baima's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and for the first time in her life, she was hit by the storm of ideas in her head, which made her constantly think, weishenme, the life of the weishenme serf, is such a lowliness, and it will be humble forever.

Halfway through the film, the Tibetan girl in the film affectionately said to the serf Qiangba:

“…… There is a red-topped red sun in the east, and there is a Bodhisattva standing high in the sun, he can see everything, he sees the highest place on this shijie, someone is suffering the deepest and deepest suffering, the Bodhisattva's hand is raised, and the Bodhisattva soldiers have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to relieve people's great suffering! Each bodhisattva soldier has a five-horned red star on his head......"

Seeing this, Bai Ma turned his head, looked at Fan Ming who was sitting beside him, and thought in shock: "It turns out that the army was sent by the Bodhisattva!" It's a bodhisattva soldier! It's here to save the great suffering and save the great disaster! It's what the movie says - Jinzhu Mami! ”

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