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"Oda, Jax (good), second production team, Ma Da no (no trouble)." Buick Polati smiled with his white teeth and gave a thumbs up to Tian Kunhe.

Unexpectedly, he became a member of the Second Production Brigade of Guangren Commune so easily, and Tian Kunhe, who was grateful, held Wang Ling and Buick Polati's hands tightly with red eyes, "Thank you, Brother Wang, thank you Captain Buick." ”

It can be said that there are no relatives in Xinjiang, and it is the second production brigade of Guangren Commune that has opened its mind and accommodated the old and young of his Tian family, and since then Tian Kunhe has regarded the members of the second production brigade of all ethnic groups as relatives.

The enthusiastic Wang Ling introduced the basic situation of the second production brigade to Tian Kunhe, who had just arrived, "Our production brigade is a animal husbandry team, with more than 200 cattle, more than 50 horses, and thousands of sheep, and about 100 or so households, most of which are Kazakhs, Hui, Mongolians, and Uygurs. ”

Listening carefully to Wang Ling's introduction, Tian Kunhe remembered what his wife said this morning, and cautiously asked: "Brother Wang, are there fish in the river of our commune?" ”

"Of course there is, but it's a little bit, it's all pike, and the commune not far from our commune is next to the Ili River, where there are (very) lot of fish and flax. The old people in Guangren don't like to eat fish, that thing is so fishy, and the members of our second production brigade don't eat it. Wang Ling opened the conversation.

The golden autumn and October have passed in a blink of an eye, and into November, the sassy sky seems high and cold, the temperature difference between morning and evening is too large, and the white frost on the leaves in the early morning announces to people that the cold winter is coming, which is the most difficult season of the year.

The Ili River Valley is an important animal husbandry production base in China, with numerous spring, summer and winter pastures vertically distributed from the meadows at the foot of the Wusun Mountains to the vast grasslands on the banks of the Ili River.

Tian Kunhe followed Buick Polati, Wang Ling and other men to transfer the livestock to the production team's livestock from the spring and summer pastures in Guozigou to the winter pastures in Guangren Commune.

Starting from the spring and autumn pastures about 200 kilometers away, driving horses, cattle and sheep to migrate is a matter of hard work.

In late autumn and early winter, the herdsmen of the animal husbandry team drive their livestock to migrate from the spring and autumn pastures of Guozigou to the flat distant winter pastures.

At the beginning of spring of the following year, the stored winter forage is basically exhausted, and the snow in the spring pasture melts, revealing the fresh grass buds.

It takes more than 10 days for the herdsmen to let their livestock eat enough grass during the day, and then they migrate non-stop in the cold wind overnight, stopping wherever they go after dawn.

During the artificial migration, the herdsmen had to endure cold, loneliness and even hunger and thirst, and this way of life made the Kazakh herdsmen form a national character that is not afraid of difficulties, bold and tolerant, and enthusiastic and unrestrained.

Herders follow the tradition of grazing on different pastures according to the solar terms, chasing water and grass, and spend most of the year in pastures.

In Xinjiang, everyone knows that the most diligent movers are herdsmen, herdsmen are a people on horseback, and the reproduction and prosperity of herdsmen who always chase green are also born in migration.

Every November and March of the following year, on the ancient pastoral road leading from Quang Nhon commune to Guozigou on the banks of the Ili River, the crisp sound of camel bells, the shouts of herdsmen and the sound of horse whips can be heard everywhere.

Nearly 100 herdsmen drove tens of thousands of livestock to continue the free life of the Kazakh herdsmen belonging to the steppe with a mighty momentum.

This is the first time that Tian Kunhe, who is from the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, has participated in the livestock transfer of the production team, and spent two days with the bold, enthusiastic and cheerful men in the northwest, and he fell in love with this kind of free and easy life, Xinjiang, and the second production brigade of Guangren Commune.

The young Tian Kunhe found that Xinjiang is a good place to heal his wounds, and the bold men of the Northwest are all rough and big, and they will not inquire about your emotions, your past and situation, and of course, they will not ask about your sorrow.

Tian Kunhe and the rough Guangren men all rode high-headed horses, led dozens of camels, and drove more than 2,000 horses, cattle and sheep from Guozigou to the ground, and several sheepdogs jumped back and forth, left and right, bouncing to help drive away the sheep that had fallen behind or slipped away.

On this migration route, the herdsmen who are happy in the bitterness will have a lot of interesting things to see in the places they pass by, slaughtering the weak lambs that cannot survive the winter, boiling mutton in clear water by the river, eating hand-caught mutton, picking mushrooms, catching hares, picking agate, driving foxes, fishing for pike in the cold water of the deep mountains, chasing yellow sheep......

On the road near Guozigou, you can also see a lot of wolves haunting, wolves follow the sheep far behind, take advantage of the unpreparedness, run away with the sheep in their mouths or simply bite to death.

In this way, not only did they lose a lot of sheep, but the shepherds were tired and tired, and their beards were unshaven and unkempt.

Late at night, in order to prevent wolves from burrowing into the sheep and harming the sheep, Wang Ling and Buick Polati commanded the men of the animal husbandry team to burn several torches outside the sheep and form a circle with a bonfire, which can be used to scare the elusive wolves, and can resist the erosion of the cold on the herdsman's body to keep warm, and can also barbecue hare meat, killing multiple birds with one stone.

During this transition of more than 20 days, Tian Kunhe also tasted the suffering of the herdsmen, who suffered from rheumatoid joint disease in the long run.

When the farmers of the second production team returned, the other herders' horse coats were filled with air-dried mutton, air-dried beef or wild mushrooms.

Because his mother, who was born in Jiangnan, loves to eat fish, Tian Kunhe's horse jacket is full of fish, including pike, three ridges, and the most pleasing thing for him is the green and yellow croaker called by the locals, which is actually a kind of Chinese sturgeon, each weighing two or three kilograms.

When the wind and dust returned to the home of the production brigade's own cattle pen, his wife Ji Yue'e looked at the vicissitudes and haggard face of her husband dressed as a herdsman, and she cried again.

She replied shyly in Tian Kunhe's arms and told him a surprise and joy that she was pregnant with a baby, and according to her feelings, she might be a male baby with a handle.

Good things often come in pairs, just when the young Tian Kunhe was so excited that he enjoyed the feeling of being a father again, Wang Ling told him a good news, seeing that the cold winter was approaching, Tian Kunhe's family lived in the cattle pen could not survive the winter, and the production team let his family temporarily move into the warehouse where the feed was put to live.

This row of fodder warehouses used to be the horse feed room of a certain army stationed in Quang Nhon Commune, and it was a good place to live with warm winter and cool summer with a rammed wall of loess as thick as half a meter, and purlins as thick as thighs, and a thick layer of house mud on the straw mats on the purlins.

Tian Kunhe took the old and the young, and took a family of ten people to live in this thick and solid forage room, stroking the thick loess wall with both hands, and Mrs. Tian showed a long-lost smile.

Within a few days of moving into the forage house, Tian Kunhe's eldest brother Tian Kunshu, second brother Tian Kunpeng, and brother-in-law Pang Jie also came all the way with a letter of introduction from their hometown and met in Guangren Commune.

This is the Tian family, old and young, separated in the south of the Yangtze River for more than two years, leaving their hometown, rushing to the Tianshan Mountains, and finally reunited in the vast and desolate land in the northwestern part of the motherland.

After Tian Kunhe and the herdsmen of the animal husbandry team transferred their livestock to the spring and autumn pasture in Guozigou for the second time, they returned to Guangren Commune, and began to build their homes in the abandoned old cattle pen west of the commune according to the arrangement of the second production brigade.

With a man in the family, the Tian family's women's army has something to rely on, and they began to give full play to their respective strengths to participate in the labor of the production team to earn work.

Zhang Hua, who can sew clothes, sewed clothes for members of all ethnic groups in the fodder grass room, and when the members came to pick up the clothes, they would take some eggs, nests, milk and so on to give her to express their gratitude.

Mrs. Tian and her daughter Tian Kunrong whenever there is a happy event in the member's family, the mother and daughter cooperate as chefs, and participate in farmland labor or weaving straw mats to earn work in the rest of the time.

Ji Yue'e, who is pregnant with Liujia, is not to be outdone, and participates in the labor of the production team every day with a big belly like the bottom of an upside-down pot, and her short stature makes people see her big scary belly at first sight, and often ignores her beautiful appearance.

Zhao Xing, who is frail and sickly, takes care of the children of the concubine and sister-in-law at home, and teaches them to read and write by the way.

The four big men of the Tian family guarded their own women, so that Zhang Xilin, who had always coveted the beauty of the Tian family's women, had nowhere to start, and he was naturally cowardly, and he didn't have the courage to start, so he could only salivate and look at these women who made him itch.

On this day, the old lady of the captain of the first production team passed away, and asked Mrs. Tian and Tian Kunrong to help make sour soup.

Making sour soup is a local dish in Guangren that has lasted for many years, it is made in accordance with the eating habits and living customs of the local Hui people, a large pot of sour powder soup made of lumpy cold noodles and sporadic mutton slices, and every time there is a funeral in someone's family, a large pot of sour soup and wowotou will be boiled to thank the guests who came to support the people.

In Quang Nhon Commune, as long as you hear someone say, "Let's go, go to someone's house and drink sour soup." "It means that the dead of this family are doing the funeral; There are also women who have quarrels over trivial matters, and will scold each other with the most vicious words: "Come to your house tomorrow morning and drink sour soup." "This is cursing the other party's house for dying that night.

Mrs. Tian stood in front of the stove and was busy cutting the pot-shaped white powder, and her daughter Tian Kunrong went to the nearby to pick up some wood and prepare for the fire.

Zhang Xilin, who hadn't come to Tian's house for a while, put his hands in his sleeves, followed Tian Kunrong's ass like a sassy dog, and grinned with a mouthful of big yellow teeth and smiled maliciously: "Sister Tian, I heard that you make a good dish, but if you can make four dishes in Guangren, I will call you Aunt Tian." ”

Tian Kunrong, who was reluctant to take care of the obscene and disgusting man in front of her, was walking back with a large pile of wood, and when she heard the "four famous dishes" that she loved cooking, she suddenly became interested, and turned her face as she walked back and asked, "Which four famous dishes?" ”

Seeing that he had never given him a good face and didn't look at his sweetheart, Zhang Xilin smiled, looked at Tian Kunrong's waist and buttocks with a smile, and said in a loud voice in the thick tone of Guangren locals: "Guangren's four famous dishes, stir-fried QIU head, cold shoe insole, vinegar diapers, menstrual soup, hehehe." ”

After finishing speaking, there was an excited and weird look on his face, and his small eyes showed a brighter light, and he used his greedy eyes to nakedly rape the fair woman one meter away in front of him.

Tian Kunrong thought about the four famous dishes of Guangren that Zhang Xilin said while walking, her cheeks were flushed after recalling, she stopped, took a sip of it, turned around and smashed a large bundle of wood in her arms on Zhang Xilin behind her, and cursed: "You shameless thing, it's really obscene, and the dog's mouth can't spit out ivory." ”

The old lady Tian, who was cutting cold powder, also understood the four famous dishes in Zhang Xilin's mouth, retched twice in disgust, and chased Zhang Xilin who was fleeing with a kitchen knife with a small wrapping foot, how could this thing be so disgusting, and teasing her daughter with obscene words.

Under the chase of the Tian family and the two mothers, one after the other, one fast and one slow, Zhang Xilin, who seemed to have taken advantage of the sky, hugged his head and ran away, and was accidentally mixed with a stone under his feet, and a dog gnawed on it without paying attention, and the Tian family and the mother who caught up kicked his ass with their feet one after another.

Looking at the bright kitchen knife in Mrs. Tian's hand, he was so frightened that he ran away on all fours while begging for mercy, and the people around him laughed when they saw this scene.

As the saying goes, "Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the children of mice will make holes." "In life, the original family has a great influence on the child, and even affects his (her) life, and Zhang Xilin's family is like this.

Zhang Xilin, who fled in embarrassment, returned to his earthen house, patting the ashes on his knees, and scolded unwillingly: "These two stinky old ladies, they really did it." ”

His wife, Hu Su, looked at her husband with a big belly and said, "You recruit cats and dogs all day long, you have a thief's heart but no thief's guts, whose woman are you going to provoke?" Gadiwa (local dialect, the youngest baby) has been pulling her stomach for two days, and you don't care. "Gadiwa is the nickname of Zhang Xilin's second son who is more than a year old.

Looking at his wife with a grass nest head, thin face with hanging eyebrows, triangular eyes, collapsed nose, and a mouth, and then thinking back to Tian Kunrong's handsome appearance, Zhang Xilin glanced at his wife in disgust.

In his eyes, his wife Hu Suchang's ugly basin face is like sitting on a ball of noodles and slapping his face with his buttocks, and a nose is clamped on the gutter.

Zhang Xilin, who ignored his wife, hummed Guangren's four famous dishes and entered the house.

The eldest son Ga Qiuqiu behind his ass followed behind, listening to the four famous dishes of Guangren in his father's mouth with his little ears pricked up, and the second son Gadiwa curled up on the kang with his head bowed and moaned softly.

From 1955 onwards, state leaders issued a call for "the countryside is a vast world, and great achievements can be made there" and "it is very necessary for young intellectuals to go to the countryside and receive re-education from the poor and middle peasants."

The vigorous activities of "going to the mountains and going to the countryside" that have been carried out vigorously throughout the country for several years are still enthusiastic, and many young urban intellectuals who have spoken (in the interior) have gone to the border areas one after another.

In order to improve the overall quality of the people of all ethnic groups in Xinjiang, the state has called on intellectuals to settle in Xinjiang's rural areas and to provide support for the eradication of illiteracy.

In the past few days, the primary school of Quang Nhon Commune has become a temporary post for young intellectuals from all over the world.

Rong Mao, a young intellectual, from Shanghai, who was unable to adapt to the water and soil, was lying on a temporary "bed" made of wooden planks in an adobe house in the commune's primary school, moaning.