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Looking at the lonely world, although the world is big, there is no place for him alone, Tian Kunpeng's will has collapsed, and his heart is beating faster and faster.

Tian Kunpeng's feet walked towards the grove in the northwest unconsciously, and walked under a tree with a crooked neck, looking up at the blue sky, with a few white clouds floating.

These clouds slowly converge in the breeze into the smiling face of my father, who has passed away for many years, and this smiling face is exactly the same as the smile that my father smiled on the day he committed suicide by throwing himself into the river.

"Dad, I'm looking for you----" Tian Kunpeng looked around and found a few stones, and put them under his feet.

He unfastened the belt that bound his trousers, and without sliding the trousers to his ankles, he tied a loop around the thigh-thick branch, and put his neck into the waistband of his trousers, and kicked his feet hard, kicking the stones on the soles of his feet......

When people found Tian Kunpeng, he was wearing a shabby blue shirt on the top and a large trouser underneath, and his trousers were hanging from his neck, and he had to close his eyes forever.

Mrs. Tian, who is nearly sixty years old, has lost another relative, the second son Tian Kunpeng, whose personality and appearance are most similar to her own man, and among the three sons, she is the most distressed and loved.

Mrs. Tian couldn't bear the blow again, lying on the bed ouch was bedridden, the experienced Ji Yue'e plucked some wild nepeta, and waited in front of her mother-in-law's bed day and night, and the old lady Tian who could get out of bed was originally full of black hair and white hair for a few nights.

Tian Kunpeng hanged himself, leaving Zhang Hua, Tian Wan'er, Tian Shi's orphans and widows, Zhang Hua in the third production brigade was helpless, and returned to the second production brigade with a pair of children.

At this time, the second production brigade has become a production team that combines agriculture and animal husbandry, and Tian Kunhe, who can grow grain, is not only a member of the society, but also a rural technician in the hearts of farmers and herdsmen of all ethnic groups.

When the second sister-in-law Zhang Hua came back, she couldn't let her orphans and widows sleep on the streets, Tian Kunhe and his family vacated his two adobe houses, and took the whole family back to the horse forage house to live temporarily.

With the help of the villagers, Tian Kunhe built two adobe houses in the south and settled his home on the high slope of the river, which was the sixth time that Tian Kunhe had moved repeatedly in the more than eight years since he came to Quang Non Commune.

Zhang Hua no longer dared to do tailor work, and began to participate in farm work with her brother-in-law Ji Yue'e to earn work, and the half of the work she earned every day could not support her mother at all.

Tian Kunhe, who is capable of enduring hardships, took the initiative to take on the burden of raising his nieces and nephews, and coupled with his own population, he had to earn the work of nine people a day in order to get back the bud rice noodles that could barely support his family.

Earn work points in the production brigade, and you can earn a half-time work for watering corn at night, and during the corn watering season in mid-June, Tian Kunhe, who is strong and strong, took the initiative to ask for help, and undertook all the labor of corn night watering in the second production team.

With the bright moonlight above his head, Tian Kunhe's trouser legs were pulled up to his knees, and he stood in the muddy cornfield with a shovel to water.

Flooding corn is not dry in the first place, let alone watering at night, it is even more strenuous.

Tian Kunhe, who is good at using his brain, has already learned that as long as there is no shining light in the crops, the water will not come, and he will use shovels to shovel soil, dig ditches, build dams, block water, and divert water......

Over the years, he likes to study and think, and has strong hands-on ability, according to the topography of uneven fields, he has adopted strip water diversion, flower arrangement and watering, cross flood irrigation and other methods to water crops.

On a summer night when the breeze was blowing on his body, Tian Kunhe, who was busy, was sweating profusely and soaking wet.

Farmers who have done farm work and watering know that when they water their crops, they will feel hungry and thirsty when they see the river flowing in the fields.

Whenever he was thirsty when he watered corn, Tian Kunhe would go to the clean water nest upstream to quench his thirst with a handful of slightly clearer river water.

When watering at night, he often encounters water snakes and toads, Tian Kunhe is not afraid of water snakes, but he is particularly afraid of toads with pimples all over his body.

Every time he encountered a toad, Tian Kunhe, who had an itchy scalp, closed his eyes and slapped the bouncing toad with a shovel.

Tian Kunhe, who is loyal and sincere, works like a desperate San Lang, and also uses flood irrigation to water the crops, and the other men of the commune only water about 30 acres of land during the day, which is quite good, and after watering, he steps on the crops, and the mud on his feet can only overflow the surface of his feet.

Tian Kunhe, who watered at night, watered 50 acres of corn every night, and at first the other members did not believe it, thinking that Tian Kunhe had watered a horse running water to cope with the errand, and only watered the skin of the crops.

More than a dozen men went in to inspect the crops watered by Tian Kunhe, watching the mud under their feet sink to their feet and necks, all the corn was moistened by water, and the leaves rose and were full of vitality, and everyone gave Tian Kunhe a thumbs up.

Looking at the men who were convinced, the captain Wang Ling reprimanded: "Just a few of you are more than slumping (things) all day long, and you have this spare time to learn more from Xiao Tian, and you also have to use your brains." Don't look at others, the level of farming is much better than that of us poor middle peasants. ”

Tian Kunhe patiently handed over his experience in farming and watering to members of all ethnic groups, and the annual corn output of the second production brigade showed an upward trend.

The production team stipulates that you can rest all day during the day by watering at night, but Tian Kunhe also rests for a day at noon, and after lunch, he began to do carpentry work, making benches for meetings for the production team, eight immortal tables and small square stools for members.

Every year from June to September is Tian Kunhe's favorite season, in this season, he can earn two and a half jobs a day without sparing any effort and hardship, and the other men in the commune also earn one job.

The long-term overdraft of physical labor has made Tian Kunhe skinny all the time, like a horse pole, and he will be blown when the wind blows.

Ji Yue'e was afraid that her husband would be tired, and the old hen laid an egg every day, and all the boiled eggs were boiled for her husband to eat, so that he could supplement some nutrition, after all, he was the pillar of the two families.

Under Tian Kunhe's diligent work, Zhang Hua's family of three could barely eat even in the years of disaster and famine.

On this day, Tian Kunhe, who woke up, stretched his waist and came out of the adobe house, and saw the thin figure of the eldest son, Tian Miao, sneakily putting something in the chicken coop.

"Tian Miao, what are you doing?" Tian Kunhe asked, Tian Miao was born in the last year of the famine, when Ji Yue'e couldn't even eat her stomach, Tian Miao was a fetus caused by nutritional deficiencies, much thinner than his younger siblings.

Eight-year-old Tian Miao stood up with a spirit, and in a panic, he blocked the mouth of the chicken nest with his calf, and stammered to hide it, "Dad, I, I'm playing." ”

Seeing that the eldest son's dark little eyes were dodging and dodging, and he didn't dare to look directly at himself, Tian Kunhe knew that this kid had definitely not done anything good.

stepped forward and dragged Xiao Tian Miao, bent down and looked down into the chicken coop, and there was an old black hen in his chicken coop.

"You dare to be a thief and do pickled things like stealing chickens and touching dogs." Tian Kunhe was suddenly furious, and indiscriminately slapped Tian Miao so much that he turned around in place and fell to the ground, which was the first time Tian Kunhe hit a child.

Tian Miao, who was beaten by her father, sat on the ground and cried, aggrieved and defended, "I'm not a thief, woo, I'm not a thief, woo." ”

Seeing his son crying silently, Tian Kunhe endured the softness in his heart, squatted in front of his son, and asked: "You are not a thief, so how did this chicken come from?" ”

"I'm not a thief." Tian Miao sobbed and shook her head, stubbornly returning, "I can't say, I'm not a thief anyway." ”

Seeing that his son was carrying the head of the bull and did not admit it, Tian Kunhe stood up angrily, picked up the thin Tian Miao and came to a freshly made bench in front of the house, and tied his son with hemp rope with his back to the stool.

Taking out a horse whip he used for livestock transfer from the adobe house, Tian Kunhe slammed it towards Tian Miao's little buttocks, "People are not short of ambition, I call you a thief, you don't learn well at a young age, and you do things like stealing chickens and dogs, you smear our Tian family's face." ”

Tian Kunhe cursed with hatred while beating, and suddenly the horsewhip in his hand was grabbed by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with his hand.

"Uncle, don't get in the way of Tian Miao's business, the chicken was given to me by Zhang Zhongming of the first production team." The boy looked at his cousin who was oozing blood on the bench, and confessed with red circles under his eyes.

When I heard that the old hen was Zhang Xilin's son Zhang Zhongming, who stole chickens and dogs all day long and didn't dare to take things seriously, it was given to his nephew Tian Yang.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old half-grown son Zhang Zhong is not a dime iron rooster when he is not very old, only he takes advantage of other people's families, how can he give chickens to others, unless the sun comes out in the west, Tian Kunhe looked at his eldest nephew Tian Yang angrily.

Seeing the questioning look on his uncle's face, Tian Yang bent down to untie the hemp rope that bound his cousin Tian Miao, and explained: "This morning, I happened to see Zhang Zhongming stealing chickens from Wang Mazi's house, he was afraid that I would sue, so he gave me one of the three chickens he stole and let Tian Miao take it home, and the old hen laid more eggs for you to make up for your body, and I told him not to say it." ”

Tian Kunhe slipped Tian Miao, who was covered in wounds on his buttocks, and ordered his nephew with a black face: "You lie on the stool." ”

put his son back on the kang in the house, walked out of the house, and took the horsewhip in his hand and slashed at Tian Yang's buttocks who obediently climbed on the bench.

Tian Yang screamed with the first whip, and he heard the uncle's lesson: "I have long wanted to beat you with the first whip, you follow the young people of the county who came to the commune all day long and don't study well, I heard that they went to the members' houses to steal chickens and dogs, you let them go, see if you can learn well in the future?" ”

Tian Kunhe whipped the second whip vigorously, and Tian Yang, whose buttocks hurt so badly, cried and begged: "Don't fight, uncle." ”

"My second whip makes you remember that in the future, you will be far away from Zhang Zhongming's second-rate sons, don't you know the reason why those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black?" Tian Kunhe taught a lesson while fighting.

Tian Yang was so painful that tears flowed, and he received a third whip solidly, Tian Kunhe roared angrily: "From now on, I will complete my labor tasks in the commune, and come to my house to read and read with your brothers and sisters, remember?" ”

Thirteen-year-old Tian Yang cried like a child: "Uncle, I remember. ”

Tian Kunhe's violent beating of his son and nephew made them unforgettable for life, leaving in their young hearts the truth that "people are not exhausted" and "being a clean man" guided and influenced their future life and work.

After teaching his nephew Tian Yang, Tian Kunhe held a small square stool made of scattered waste wood in his left hand, which he originally kept for his own use, and carried the old hen in his right hand to Wang Mazi's house near Guangren Commune, returned the old hen lost by his family, and apologized for his nephew with the small square stool as a gift.

The old man said that "there are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door", not to mention that she is still a young and beautiful widow, since the death of her husband Pang Jie, the unscrupulous men who come to harass Tian Kunrong from time to time have been driven away by the little lady with a kitchen knife.

The old lady of Arita guards her daughter and granddaughter like an old hen protecting her chickens, these ill-intentioned men can't take advantage of it, and they all get into trouble, so they all retreat, Tian Kunrong's work as a master in Guangren Commune is quite comfortable.

In the winter of 1968, many of the children in Quang Nhon Commune were unable to receive treatment after catching a cold and fever, and many of them died young, and the barefoot doctor said that it was meningitis.

Tian Kunrong's daughter Pang Dongdong had a fever for two days, and looking at her daughter who began to swing, Tian Kunrong was so anxious that she walked around the hut.

The only barefoot doctor in Quang Nhon Commune, during this time, he has been treating the children of the members of the 3rd Production Brigade with the most meningitis.

Looking at the thick snow outside the house, Tian Kunrong decided to go to the third production brigade to find a barefoot doctor and ask for some aspirin, gentamicin or oxytetracycline or something.

When she was about to go out, she said to Mrs. Tian, who was sitting on the kang and holding Pang Dongdong: "Mother, I can't delay, I have to go to the third team." ”

Old Mrs. Tian reminded anxiously and worriedly: "Rong Rong, I heard that there are a few second-rate sons in the third brigade, who specialize in harming the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law, you should be more careful along the way, you really can't go to your brother Kunhe and ask him to get you medicine." ”

"No, the third brother's house is too far away, and there are a lot of unjust roads back and forth, I'm afraid it's too late." Covering her face with a scarf, Tian Kunrong walked out of the house, struggling to walk against the cold wind.

It took more than two hours to find the barefoot doctor, received a small packet of aspirin and rushed back, just now the barefoot doctor said that the third brigade has died of two teenage children in the past two days.

Stepping on the creaking snow against the bitter cold wind, he crawled towards Quang Non Commune, and the cold wind blew on his face like a knife.

Walking to the deserted field, Tian Kunrong, who was hurrying away with his head down, didn't notice five or six young men who were hanging themselves from the path of the grove where the second brother hanged himself.

When this group of young men saw Tian Kunrong alone, they were so excited that they stuffed the thumb and index finger of their right hand into their mouths, whistling loudly, and they looked like they were in a flow of anger.

These are the "six scourges" of the Quang Non Commune, which are composed of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys of the six ethnic groups of Han, Hui, Mongolia, Uyghur, Kazakh, and Dongxiang.

The leader is the son of Ma Laohan's family of the Third Production Brigade, nicknamed Ma Fork Worm, who is actually scolded by the commune members after decomposing the word "Sao" in disguise.