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The Shanghai villagers who came with him went to Guangren Commune to find a barefoot doctor to get medicine for Rong Mao, a young man on the side of the branch, and Rong Mao's pants stained with feces and urine were scrubbed and cleaned by Shanghai fellow villagers, and then placed on the branches in front of the earthen house to dry.

The bored Zhang family's eldest son Ga Qiuqiu came to the bullpen and planned to pull Xiao Tian Ye's braids, the adults of Tian Ye's family were busy building houses, and Tian Ye and his sisters and brothers were frolicking beside him.

Seeing that the adults of the Tian family didn't dare to bully Tian Ye's Gaqiuqiu next to him, he slipped to the root of the wall and came to the earthen house of the elementary school, and saw the dried pants drying on the branches.

He took out a box of foreign fire (matches) that he had hidden from the adults from home and tucked into his trouser pockets, and his little hands found some broken wood slag, and after lighting the fire, he threw his pants into the fire, and his little black hands covered his mouth and held it hard, revealing a bad smile, and he was happy and happy.

Before Gaqiuqiu could laugh, the collar was lifted from behind, and a deep young man's voice sounded, "This doll is young, why is it so bad?!" ”

As he spoke, the young man reached out and snatched his sparkling pants from the fire, but fortunately he found them in time and burned a few holes, and the pants could barely be worn.

"Brother Xianda, this doll is sabotaging at a young age, so you have to take care of it." A stout man with a similar appearance behind him said.

This is a group of intellectual young people from Shandong, this young man named Yi Lixian, known as Brother Xianda, came all the way to Xinjiang to support education in response to the call of the country.

This group of young intellectuals from all over the world is like a "timely rain" that nourishes Xinjiang's dry educational soil, bringing a spring breeze to the education of the people of all ethnic groups in Xinjiang.

Elixian let go of Ga Ball's collar, and before he could speak, Ga Ball turned around and kicked him hard in the calf, escaping like a loach.

The little figure jumped, and muttered in his mouth: "I will send you the four famous dishes of Guangren, stir-fried QIU head, cold shoe insoles, vinegar diapers, and menstrual soup." ”

Yi Lixian listened to the words spoken by the immature children's voice, looked at the disappeared little back in disbelief, turned around and sighed: "Brother Xiao Chen, it seems that the country has asked us to travel thousands of miles to support Yining, it makes sense, shouldn't a doll of this age recite the heart of people, the goodness of nature or I love Tiananmen Square in Beijing, no matter what he says, it is a mess." ”

They had a makeshift rest in the primary school of Quang Nhon commune, and they had to hurry later, so they rushed to the foot of Wusun Mountain in Yining to serve as teachers for the children of the alpine steppe herders.

Just when Yi Lixian and the others were sitting on the grass in Guangren Primary School, Zhang Xilin took his son Gaqiuqiu's hand and rushed to this side, "Who, who, such a big dare to bully my Zhang Xilin's baby." ”

Ga Qiuqiu had the courage of an adult, let go of his father's hand, ran to Elixian with his little short legs, kicked Elixian's knee, and scolded and scolded: "Absis give (I RI your mother)." ”

Looking at the three or four-year-old boy in front of him, his face full of evil and his gangsterism, Yi Lixian looked up at Zhang Xilin, who had an unkind face, smiled heartily, and asked in a loud voice: "Fellow, is this your doll?" You have to discipline it well, if you don't learn well at a young age, you will burn other people's pants. ”

"ME," ZHANG XILIN SPAT THICK PHLEGM ON THE GROUND, AND SAID VICIOUSLY: "WHAT'S WRONG, YOU DIDN'T BURN YOUR PANTS, YOU ARE FULL, STINKY OLD JIU, MY SON GAQIUQIU CAN'T LET YOU PLAY IN VAIN, YOU HAVE TO LOSE MONEY." ”

Looking at Zhang Xilin's outstretched right hand, Yi Lixian smiled, and he didn't want to argue with the obscene little man in front of him that he didn't beat the child.

He took out a pencil and a piece of yellow rough paper from his bag, used his legs as a small table, and wrote a few words, "At the beginning of man, nature is good; If the Son does not teach, the Father is guilty. ”

The young man next to him put his head in front of his fellow villagers, read these 12 words softly, nodded with a smile: "Yes, it makes sense, it makes sense." ”

Yi Lixian smiled and stuffed the paper into Gaqiuqiu's small hand, and said to Zhang Xilin with a serious voice: "This is my compensation." ”

The three-year-old Ga Qiuqiu knew the appearance of money, and saw that it was not money in his hand, but a piece of waste paper, with a small mouth and a hideous little appearance, and he gritted his teeth and tore the paper with twelve characters written on it.

The young man who was called Xiao Chen by Yi Lixian sighed with regret: "It's a pity, Brother Xianda's words have been wasted like this. ”

"Hahaha", Yi Lixian raised his head and laughed, turned his face to Xiao Chen and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity, this yellow-haired boy has nothing to do with me, and this son can't be taught." ”

Zhang Xilin squinted at Yi Lixian, who was laughing, and snorted coldly in his nostrils: "My Zhang family's ancestors are Pin farmers in Guangren, I can't cheapen you like this, lose money, no money, you can lose food stamps, cloth stamps, or leave the valuable things in your luggage." ”

Just when Zhang Xilin was reluctant to blackmail people, the voice of a man in his fifties came from behind him, "You fellow, why are you blackmailing people, you are from a poor peasant, do you know what the background of this virtuous brother in front of you is?" He has been a poor peasant for generations, his old father walked through the grassland, climbed over the snowy mountains, fought the little Japanese devils, participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea a few years ago, and died on the 38th parallel of the Korean battlefield, but he is a descendant of martyrs. ”

Zhang Xilin saw that the person who spoke was accompanied by the commune secretary, and even the commune secretary was respectful to Yi Lixian, and he was timid, for fear that Yi Lixian would put on small shoes for him with a grudge, his little eyes rolled around, and he walked to Yi Lixian's side, and begged with a flattering and humble look: "Teacher, my family should be in charge of Gaqiuqiu, you are knowledgeable, give him a big name." ”

Yi Lixian, who was carrying his bags and preparing to leave, looked at Zhang Xilin's face with a smile on his face, a flattering look, and glanced at the child Gaqiuqiu not far away, "You male doll doesn't know how to do things, you should let him know some things in the future, you can take the doll's name yourself, I don't have this qualification." ”

Yi Lixian climbed into the bed of the army-green truck, along with several young intellectuals from Shanghai who were stranded in elementary school, and Rong Mao, who was weak, also got into the car with the help of everyone.

The car left Quang Nhon Commune with a puff of white ash and drove towards the foot of Wusun Mountain.

The secretary of the commune looked at the departing car, too lazy to take care of the famous leper of the 1st Production Brigade, and left the elementary school with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Xilin wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and kicked his son's buttocks, and fell to the ground with a stagger, his little face was covered with loess, and he cried with his mouth open.

Zhang Xilin, who didn't care about the child's crying, said to himself as he walked back: "Reasonable, reasonable, Gaqiuqiu's generation is a loyal generation, so just call Zhang Zhongming forget it." ”

On the military vehicle that went away, a group of young intellectuals from different provinces gathered on the car, and everyone sang "Crossing the Yalu River ...... with high spirits", and they were full of vigor and vigor, and began their long career of supporting the frontier at the foot of Wusun Mountain.

After two days of turbulence, along the way, according to the plan to support Xinjiang, this group of young people was assigned to different counties in Yining to support education.

In the early morning of the third day, Yi Lixian, who proposed to the organization that "where the frontier is the most difficult, go to dedicate it", sat alone in the cab of a large truck, looking at the increasingly desolate environment, a cramped loess road winding to the northwest.

A poem jumped out of his mind, "Persuade the gentleman to drink more wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west", at this moment he is full of pride, but also a little lost, this is a desolate place where you will not meet the old people.

There are no people along the way, and on both sides of the dirt road are the uneven Gobi Desert, on which sparsely and low bushes grow, and many agile yellow sheep run on both sides of the road, and their dexterous figures jump like giant rabbits.

After a bumpy journey, I finally came to the Tianshan Commune at the foot of Wusun Mountain, looking at a few simple and dilapidated houses on both sides of the narrow dirt road, which can barely be called a commune village, as if it was temporarily built overnight, and it seems that it can be demolished overnight.

This small mountain village at the foot of Wusun Mountain, the snow-capped mountains in the south are in front of you, the sky blue is intoxicating, and the white clouds floating in the air seem to be at your fingertips.

Most of the farmers and herdsmen here live in the nests, because of the remote location, there are few mud houses with loess tamping, even if the spring season has long passed, the farmers and herdsmen living under the high mountains wear thick clothes all year round.

Tien Shan Commune at the foot of Wusun Mountain is a place where spring and autumn are connected without summer and winter is nine days long throughout the year, and it can be a place where spring flowers bloom in March and heavy snow falls in June, even in the middle of summer, sudden snow and hail are common.

Snow begins to fall from the end of October to April, spring, summer and autumn for five months, and the ever-changing weather makes the people who live here develop the habit of wearing thick clothes all year round.

In the rolling mountains of Wusun Mountain in the south, due to the arrival of summer, the temperature is rising day by day, and the snow on the mountain begins to melt, and only the white of the spire is exposed on the summit.

Jumping out of the car with his bags, Yi Lixian, whose face was a little purple, gasped for breath, and the temples were "thumping thump" and hurting, and the 21-year-old Yi Lixian had never felt so out of breath and holding his breath.

The fifty-year-old staff member in charge of education in Yining, who sent him to Tianshan Commune, looked at his uncomfortable appearance and said with concern: "Comrade Yi Lixian, this is the most difficult place in Yining that you are asking for support, Zhaosu Tianshan Commune, and Lao Xiu (the locals call Lao Xiu in the Soviet Union) a border, the altitude here is high, your current situation is altitude sickness, and you may need to adapt to it for a while." ”

After completing the formalities, Elixian followed the secretary of the Tianshan Commune, Selik, to a nest, where Selik, who was in his forties, helped Elixian carry his luggage.

Selik was a Kazakh, medium height, with a slightly upturned mustache being the most obvious feature of his face, and he spoke Chinese.

When asked where he learned Chinese, Selik smiled and told him that he had worked in a Hui landlord's house before liberation and knew a lot of Chinese, so there was no barrier to language communication.

The two chatted and laughed and came to a place about two or three hundred meters south of the commune station, and Selik pointed to the mouth of the hole at his feet and said: "Teacher Yi, where you Hu Lang (sleeps) at night, eat hand-grabbed mutton together at noon." ”

Looking at the hospitable Selik, looking at his upturned beard and the clearly visible redness on this man's face, Elixian couldn't help but point to Selik's face and asked curiously: "Secretary Selik, what is your face hurt, why is it red?" ”

"Hahaha." Selik let out a happy smile and pointed to the clear blue sky with his finger, "It was given by Hu Da (God), you, Tianshan Commune, Hu Lang (sleeping) for a year, and even He Xiaxi (also the same)." ”

Seeing Elixian's tired face, Selik pointed to the ground under his feet and said, "You can go to bed for a while, get up and eat the hand-grabbed mutton." ”

Entering the ground, the commune had already arranged the mattress for sleeping, and a thin mattress of army green was spread on a woolen felt, and the narrow quilt of army green was also on it, and there were no pillows.

The dusty Yi Lixian took his bag as a pillow and fell asleep, which was the fatigue of many days of bumps, and also the physiological reaction of the first time he came to the high mountains from the Central Plains, Yi Lixian slept grogily, and muttered before falling asleep, "Dad, I have finally arrived in the most difficult place in the motherland." ”

In this night, young Elixian slept very hard, and in his dream he saw Tarzan, saw his mother's kind face, his two teenage sisters leaned on his mother's sides, and his little brother, who was less than ten years old, grinned at him and showed a mouthful of open teeth.

As the weather gets warmer day by day, Quang Nhon Commune also reaches the flood season every year, and the commune's loudspeaker broadcasts the precautions of the flood season every day, which will cause casualties of people and animals every year.

In the afternoon of that day, Tian Kunhe and his brothers were digging clods of soil on the barren slope north of the production team to earn work, and Mrs. Tian, Tian Kunrong, and Ji Yue'e also taught local women of all ethnic groups to use reeds to weave straw mats, baskets and other daily necessities.

In a dilapidated adobe house at the Quang Non Commune Primary School, Pang Jie, who wears glasses, is teaching several teenagers of different nationalities and ages.

Zhang Hua was busy sewing clothes for her neighbors in the newly built adobe house, and Zhao Xing and the four children of the Tian family leaned in the shade and sang Jiangnan folk songs.

Danger looms over the peaceful people, and soon after the beginning of spring, the weather suddenly warms up, and the snow on the mountains melts and gathers together to form a torrent.

Zhao Xing, who was weak, heard a loud sound like a herd of galloping horses, and was stunned by all this in front of her, she reflexively dragged her son Tian Yang and sister-in-law Tian Kunrong's daughter Pang Dongdong towards the nearby high slope.

Zhang Hua in the house couldn't care about the needlework when she heard the movement, and rushed out of the house, holding her daughter Tian Wan'er in one hand and running towards Gaopo with Zhao Xing.

Poor Xiao Tian Ye was frightened, and under Zhao Xing's call, he stumbled towards the high slope with his calves, but unfortunately it was too late, and when Zhang Hua, Zhao Xing and the others ran to the high slope, Xiao Tian Ye had already been swept into the ruthless torrent.