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Pang Jie, who was in the classroom, also led seven or eight students out of the adobe house, and under his command, they all ran towards the high slope, and the older students followed him to the high slope, and the three seven or eight-year-old Balangzi (little boys) were so frightened that their calves were weak, and they couldn't run, and they opened their mouths to cry at a loss.

Seeing that the three Balangzi were about to be swept away by the rolling flood, and he didn't care about rescuing the small Tianye of his brother-in-law's brother Tian Kunhe's family, the thin Pang Jie rushed into the torrent with a Kazakh child in one hand and a short Uyghur boy in the other.

He turned around again and rushed into the torrent to rescue the son of Wang Ling, the squad leader who was besieged by the torrent, Pang Jie had just picked up the skinny little boy, and a rapids came over and swept him and the little boy into the whirlpool.

Zhang Hua, Zhao Xing and the children who survived the death watched the surging torrent, where are there still Pang Jie and others, and there are a few driftwood floating on the muddy yellow river......

After the flood, the commune members found a large and small body in a natural ditch in the west, blocked by the branches of the trees, soaked in the water and the whole person was swollen and swollen, and his facial features were deformed.

Just when Tian Kunhe followed the men of the commune along the traces of the flood to find their relatives who were swallowed by the flood, the premature death of his daughter Tian Ye dealt a fatal blow to Ji Yue'e, and she had a miscarriage in grief.

The newly built homes of the three Tian Kunhe brothers and the earthen houses of the primary school in Guangren Commune were washed away by the floods, leaving no traces.

As a last resort, the Tian family moved back to the feed house where they lived in winter.

The battered Mrs. Tian, Tian Kunrong, and Ji Yue'e were lying on the mat and moaning.

Tian Kunrong, who lost her husband, had lost the courage to live, and her tears dried up, she bit her bruised lip and said nothing, looking at the roof in a daze.

Ji Yue'e, who cried and fainted several times, lost her two children at once, was tired of crying and fell asleep, and continued to cry when she woke up, repeatedly, her eyes cried like peaches, and she only narrowed into a small slit.

Mrs. Tian saw that her daughter Tian Kunrong, who was already three months pregnant, was even more miserable than her, and she was pregnant with Pang Jie's posthumous child in her belly, and she had to be widowed at a young age in her early twenties.

Thinking about the lovely Xiao Tian Ye again, Mrs. Tian was in a hurry, sad, anxious and angry, and she only had one breath left to hang, and her life and death were uncertain.

The Tian family was tragically destroyed, and three lives were lost by the flood at once, causing a sensation in Quang Nhon Commune.

In particular, Tian Kunrong's scholarly husband Pang Jie died in order to rescue students from falling into the water, and he was a hero who acted bravely, and there was an endless stream of people who came to visit the forage room.

Ma Guihua, a Muslim daughter-in-law who has a good relationship with Ji Yue'e, sat on the edge of the mat and held her friend's hand and comforted, "Sister Yue'e, people can't be resurrected after death, you see that your mother-in-law has one breath left, and your man is not good anymore, and the whole person has no energy." Your sister-in-law doesn't want to live anymore, and your sister-in-law is too weak to do anything. You Tian family has to have a woman to help the man hold up this sky, people have to look forward, the child is gone, what else can you two want when you are young......"

Under the patient guidance of Ma Guihua, Ji Yue'e climbed up with a pair of peach eyes, walked to Tian Kunhe, who was sitting at the base of the wall and holding her head and crying, looking at her bearded and decadent husband, Ji Yue'e pulled Tian Kunhe hard.

The young couple hugged their heads and cried, and after crying, they sobbed and wiped each other's tears, cheered each other up, and decided to support the family.

In the evening, Ji Yue'e fed her mother-in-law porridge, but her mother-in-law did not eat a drop of water, and she looked anxiously at Mrs. Tian, who had only one breath left.

Under Ma Guihua's reminder, Ji Yue'e took a few wild nepeta grass with a faint mint smell from Ma Guihua, and went to the natural ditch under the mass grave in the north of Guangren Commune to pick nepeta grass, which Ma Guihua said was a life-saving grass.

According to the legend of the local elders in Guangren, this mass grave is one of the battlefields when the Qing army quelled the rebellion and the Zhuo tribe, here was a river of blood, piles of corpses like a mountain, many unjust ghosts are buried here, so the descendants named the mass grave gangzi.

Under the bright moonlight, a natural ditch about half a kilometer wide, the bumpy bottom of the ditch is covered with scattered stones, large and small, different shapes, on which grow all kinds of unknown weeds, high and low, shadows and shadows.

A thin figure crouched at the bottom of the ditch plucking wild nepeta grass, casting her thin shadow on the soles of her feet.

Clusters of wild nepeta about 30 centimeters high, with small purple flowers blooming on the straw stalks the thickness of toothpick sticks, emitting a faint mint fragrance under the breeze.

Ji Yue'e pulled out the wild nepeta grass with both hands, thinking about the words of her friend Ma Guihua, the unconscious mother-in-law was caused by the rush of fire and the liver fire, and this wild nepeta was just the best medicine to defeat the fire.

Ji Yue, who had just had a miscarriage for a few days, was full of thoughts about using this life-saving grass to save her mother-in-law, and she didn't notice that there was a man lying in the low grass on the slope of the natural ditch, and his eyes were shining with evil and greedy light looking at Ji Yue'e under the mass grave.

The moonlight illuminated the man's cheekless monkey face with a more pointed mouth, this is Zhang Xilin of the first production brigade.

Zhang Xilin, who heard that the Tian family was suffering, slowly wandered to the second production team after dinner, intending to come to see the excitement of Tian Kunhe's family.

As soon as I walked into the second production team, I saw the thin Ji Yue'e walking north in a hurry from a distance, he followed all the way, and he was happy in his heart, what a godsend.

He crawled on the edge of the grass above the natural ditch, quietly observed for a while, swallowing saliva from time to time, thinking about waiting for Ji Yue'e to come up before making a move.

Zhang Xilin, who was bubbling with evil fire all his body, focused all his attention on the busy weak figure at the bottom of the ditch, and didn't notice the two figures walking behind him, one tall and one short.

Wang Ling and Buick Polati, who were grazing in the Spring and Autumn Pasture of Guozigou, heard the news that the production team had drowned in a flood, and the two of them rushed to the production team non-stop.

In order to get closer, they rode a tall horse to take a shortcut through the mass graves, and they saw Zhang Xilin of the first production team sneakily crawling in the grass from afar.

The two on horseback also saw Ji Yue'e of the production team pulling wild nepeta grass in the natural ditch.

Wang Ling and Buick Polati knew that Zhang Xilin was going to be bad again, and they had long been unaccustomed to Zhang Xilin's vulgar behavior of stealing chickens and touching dogs, so the two friends muttered and discussed, ready to teach Zhang Xilin a lesson.

Wang Ling and Buick Polati quietly put the horse blanket on the horse (a kind of horse supplies containing things, which is a similar wrap thing on the horse's back) on their heads, tiptoed over, and stood behind Zhang Xilin, Wang Ling pinched his nose, lowered his voice and dragged a long tone to make a strange sound: " Zhang --- Xi--- Lin --- take--life--come--- you ----evil--many--end--I --- black--white--two--evil--front--come------ your --- ---dog --- life--woo---wow--yo---"

was startled by the sudden weird and trembling movement behind him, which frightened Zhang Xilin's scalp numb and didn't dare to move.

He held his neck motionless, his eyes dripping to the left, my mother, the two shadows projected on the ground under the moonlight, one tall and one short, exactly the same as the legendary "black and white" appearance, he was suddenly frightened and incontinent, yellow urine stains oozed from the crotch of his pants, dripping into the grass.

I didn't expect that the bad things I did on weekdays actually alarmed the black and white two evils of the mass graves, Zhang Xilin, who was rolling and urinating, fell on all fours and crawled back, and made a terrible cry begging for mercy in his throat, "Spare me, I will change, I will change."

When Ji Yue'e heard this chilling sound, she was so frightened that she stopped what she was doing, and stood stupidly at the bottom of the natural ditch, a handful of nepeta grass slid down from her hands, her legs trembled, and goosebumps all over her body.

Only then did she suddenly remember that she had patronized her mother-in-law picking wild nepeta, and how could she forget that the natural ditch overgrown with wild nepeta was the ballast of the mass grave.

"I didn't do anything wrong, I'm not afraid of ghosts calling the door", muttering the proverb of her hometown, Ji Yue'e, who was out of the way, closed her eyes and waited for the black and white demons to come and ask for her life.

But a familiar voice shouted in a suppressed voice sounded in his ears, "Xiao Tian's family, come up, Zhang Xilin's miscellaneous pieces were scared away by us." ”

When she opened her eyes, Ji Yue'e saw Wang Ling and Captain Buick Polati, who had not seen her for more than a month, looking at her with a smile, both of them holding a horse jacket in their hands.

As if she had seen her own relatives, Ji Yue'e, who had relaxed, sobbed in a low voice, looking at Wang Ling's charitable gaze, she didn't know how to tell him that his eldest son, Boss Wang, was also swept away by this merciless flood.

Zhang Xilin, who was here, was frightened, and crawled back to his adobe house, his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground, like a dead dog, he was dragged into the house by his father and wife Hu Sulian, and the smell of feces and urine permeated the small room.

Zhang Xilin lay on the kang for five or six days, as if he was in another world, after he climbed out of bed, his already thin face was like a seriously ill patient, and became skin and bones.

Escorted by Buick Polati and Wang Ling, Ji Yue'e returned home and cooked wild nepeta grass overnight, and fed the warm soup to the mouth of her unconscious mother-in-law one by one.

Ji Yue'e waited in front of her mother-in-law's bed day and night, and fed her for three days in a row, and the old lady Tian, who had been lying on the bed for almost a week, breathed a sigh of relief and finally came back to life.

Far away in the Tianshan Commune at the foot of Wusun Mountain, Yi Lixian, a young and easy-going man, fully integrated into the life of Kazakh herders in a few days, eating hand-grabbed mutton and drinking milk tea.

Compared with the Guangren Commune on the banks of the Ili River, the ethnic composition of the Tianshan Commune at the foot of the Wusun Mountains is relatively simple, with 60 percent of the few dozen households being Kazakhs, 30 percent being Mongolians, and the rest being Han Chinese.

The Kazakh people are enthusiastic and unrestrained people, most of them live a nomadic life, live in pursuit of water and grass, and run around in migration all the year round, and are known as "the people on horseback".

Yi Lixian and Chen Jing, a young teacher assigned later, were in charge of the cultural education of school-age children at the foot of Wusun Mountain, and the two started the teaching life of "school on horseback".

Two young Han boys ride a high-headed horse equipped by the commune every day, and the horse jacket on the back of the horse is loaded with textbooks, notebooks, pencils and other school supplies provided to the children free of charge by the higher education department.

The Tianshan Commune is a new commune that has not been established for a few years, and the farmers and herdsmen in the vicinity of more than 50 kilometers are under the jurisdiction of the Tianshan Commune.

As the leader of the "school on horseback", who has only two teaching staff, Yi Lixian is responsible for teaching the children of farmers and herdsmen in the grassland area of nearly 30 kilometers in the east, and Chen Jing, who is three years older than him, is responsible for teaching in the grassland area in the west, which is 15 kilometers long.

In the early morning of that day, two young men rode tall horses and parted ways beside the nest, one east and one west facing each other, and under the extremely strong ultraviolet rays, the two horses gradually drifted apart and slowly disappeared on the desolate and boundless dirt road of Tien Shan Commune.

Two days later, Yi Lixian, who had completed his teaching task, rode a horse on the way to Tien Shan Commune, his 20-centimeter-long black hair swaying in an orderly manner under the summer breeze.

The horseback coat contained the yogurt gnocchi given to him by a herdsman friend, and the enthusiastic Kazakh woman said that pregnant women liked to eat this sour dairy product.

Brother Chen Jing's daughter-in-law was pregnant for a few months, and she gave it to Brother Chen, and one day he brought it to Chen's sister-in-law when he returned to the county seat.

The brown horse threw up his hooves and ran quickly towards the commune, and when he reached the commune station, he saw many people standing in front of the two dilapidated adobe houses.

Before he could tie the reins to a log on the side of the road, he saw the commune secretary Selik rushing over excitedly, grabbed his hand and said anxiously: "Teacher Yi, you are back, Teacher Chen has not come back yet." ”

"What, Teacher Chen didn't come back?" Yi Lixian was shocked, Brother Chen Jing completed the teaching task, he should have come back yesterday morning, according to the distance from Chen Jing to come back one day earlier than him.

Yi Lixian tied the reins and asked anxiously, "Secretary Selik, have you gone to look for it?" ”

Selik shook his head and said honestly: "I only found out last night that Teacher Chen didn't come back, it was dark at that time, and we plan to look for it now." ”

At this time, the crowd shouted: "It's back, Teacher Chen's dark horse is back." ”

People stood on the dirt road and watched the black horse walking slowly towards here, and Chen Jing was not seen on horseback.

Standing behind the crowd, Yi Lixian wondered and thought "the old horse knows the way", the horse is back, but what about Brother Chen Jing?

Just as he was thinking about it, the sharp-eyed herdsman friend let out a stunned exclamation, "Ah--Teacher Chen." ”

Listening to the sighs of regret and sadness from the people in front of him, Yi Lixian pushed aside the crowd and rushed to the horses that had come to the periphery of the crowd, looked at the miserable scene in front of him, and cried: "Brother Chen, ---", and then his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground unconscious in a hurry.

It turned out that on the stirrup under the saddle of the black horse, one of Chen Jing's left feet was set, his whole body was drooping on the ground, and the head that was in direct contact with the ground was ground bloodied by the ground, and he had already been unrecognizable, his face had long been devoid of flesh and skin, and the white skull inside could be seen, which looked very terrifying.