Immortal Sand Sea Chapter 55: The Mysterious Yellow Fu

This extremely unfair word must have been carved in a hurry, and I looked out the room and the window, but there was nothing strange about it, and the wind and the sun were beautiful.

Xiaowan boiled some water to clean my wounds, the dried blood stains stuck to the pants, like tearing tape to stack the trouser legs up, I knew that the wound on the knee was already very deep, and I could faintly see some white soft tissues, fortunately, she had enough experience as a knowledgeable youth, and put a small bottle of Yunnan Baiyao and a bundle of gauze in the backpack, and bandaged my wound decently.

I put my hand next to the word "go quickly" and knocked it to attract Tong Xiaowan's attention, she didn't appear much surprised to see these two words, but guessed that it might be that this house is often "patronized" by outsiders, and the owner left a warning.

The people of this village have an inexplicable fear and awe of this mountain, and who would build a house here, judging from the traps hanging on the wall, the owner of this house not only did not listen to the words of the sacred mountain, but also dared to attack the animals of the sacred mountain, could it be that this inscription is really just used to scare away uninvited guests as Tong Xiaowan said?

At this time, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, the originally bright sky dimmed, and the rapid rain fell.

At this time, it is definitely not possible to go down the mountain, we have lost our way without the guidance of a compass, and we are afraid that there is no place to shelter from the rain in this rain.

We decided to wait until the rain stopped, but it was a strange day, as if they didn't want us to leave, and it rained for a long time, until it was dark and the eaves were still dripping with raindrops, and the beasts were waiting for the opportunity to move, and we had to stay up all night in this deserted house.

This night was idle and boring, perhaps to avoid embarrassment, Xiaowan took the initiative to talk to me about the days when Inner Mongolia was a young intellectual.

In 1968, although many schools had reopened, colleges and universities stopped recruiting workers and mining enterprises stopped recruiting, and graduating high school and junior high school students were faced with the question of where to go, and everyone was confused about the future. At that time, an article published in the People's Daily about Li Pingping, an educated youth from Beijing, who went to the Xilin Gol Prairie in Inner Mongolia to settle in a team, infected hundreds of students in Nanjing, and they decided: "Go to the countryside, go to the frontier, and go to the most difficult places to create a new world for yourself." They took the initiative to ask to join the Inner Mongolia prairie, and Tong Xiaowan was one of them, and she signed her name on the determination letter.

Seven copies of this letter of determination were copied and sent to the Revolutionary Committee of the Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region and to the Revolutionary Committee of Sunit Left Banner, Sunit Right Banner, Alxa Left Banner, Alxa Right Banner, Etuoke Banner, and Wushen Banner. Not long after, the Revolutionary Committee of the Etuoke Banner sent a telegram, expressing a warm welcome to the fresh graduates of Nanjing who were willing to settle down in the pastoral area.

When leaving, the red flag fluttering at the railway station, the gongs and drums are noisy, and the crowds are crowded, a lively and exciting scene, but when the train sounded the whistle and began to start slowly, suddenly the car was crying on and off the train, and the relatives who saw off the car desperately ran with the train, and many of the students who saw off the train also climbed to the top of the stopped train, ran with the starting train, waved while running, and ran out far away, because these once dearest relatives were going to go to Saibei and not knowing when they would return.

Although there are only 1,000 places, the number of people who actually get on the train is much more than that. Under the train seats, on the luggage racks, and even in the toilets, there were many students who did not register and secretly got on the train, including high school students, junior high school students, and even elementary school students. But this situation was soon discovered, and when the train arrived at Xuzhou Station, many people who did not have approval certificates were persuaded to get off the train and were sent back to Nanjing. But just like that, the educated youth who arrived in Ordos were still overstaffed, and finally reached 1,087.

Tong Xiaowan said that when she first arrived in Etuoke Banner, it could be described in six words: the conditions were very difficult. She was assigned to one of the poorest families in the area to help shepherd the sheep, whether it was spring, summer, autumn or winter, wind and rain, she carried dry food, and every day she had to drive the sheep to the hillside 7 kilometers away to graze and drink, and stay on the grassland for a day. She said that what is even more unbearable is the loneliness when herding sheep, on the endless prairie, except for sheep, there is no one to see, and they can't say a word a day, and for many years, people are forced to go crazy.

The cold of the grassland caught the intellectuals living in the south off guard. Working outdoors, educated youths are often numb from the cold, and even lose sensation in their lower limbs. Once, because Tong Xiaowan was too cold, she first kept crying, and then kept laughing, but she didn't realize it. When the experienced herdsman saw this, he quickly put on sheepskin pants for her. Herders say that crying from the cold is not a big problem, but if you are frozen and giggle, it is very dangerous.

She said that she did a total of 25 kinds of work, herding sheep, building houses, carrying salt, collecting cashmere, and so on. One of the most bitter is to carry salt to the salt lake. It was after a heavy rain in the grassland, the next day, the salt lake under the sun, will produce a white layer of lake salt, people have to step on the waist-deep silt, walk to the center of the lake 100 meters away to carry the salt to the shore, a bag of salt weighs more than 100 catties.

"It's hard enough to walk through the mud, so I'm so tired that I almost collapse with every bag of salt on my back." She said that whenever she thinks about the scene when she carried salt, she still feels scared.

I asked her if she had any regrets about the hard days of being an educated youth over the years, and she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a smile: "Every educated youth has experienced hardships, and some even sacrificed their lives." Although we have endured a lot of hardships, the grasslands of Inner Mongolia have tempered us, tempered our will, and taught us how to survive. We went to the grassland voluntarily, and the experience in the grassland is the most valuable treasure in the life of all educated youth. Three years later, in response to the call of the central government, a large number of educated youths returned to their hometowns one after another, and only a few people took root here and spent a lifetime to become real Inner Mongolians.

I can't understand how strong their will was when they came to Inner Mongolia, and I don't know how much love they had for this land, but these batches of educated youths must have left a strong mark in the history of Inner Mongolia's development.

"You have to know what it's like to be a young person, so you have to join the team of young people," Tong Xiaowan said half-jokingly when she saw that I had some admiration for her after a few words.

I said that it was too late to become an educated youth, but I at least knew that in this Inner Mongolia, in addition to enthusiastic herdsmen and unfriendly monsters, not everything can be united into one land.

At this moment, there was a sudden knocking sound outside the door, I took out the sapper shovel as a self-defense and slowly touched it to open the door, except for the darkness outside the door, there was no half of a figure, but on this door hung a triangular shelf made of tree branches, and there was a yellow cloth strip in the shelf, it was the sound of the wind blowing the tree frame against the door panel that made me mistakenly think that someone was knocking on the door.

There was no pendant on the front door when we entered the house, apparently someone had secretly hung it later, and I took a flashlight and fell dozens of meters outside the house without hearing any sound of walking, and it seemed that I had either hid or had already fled.

I untied the yellow cloth strip tied to the bookshelf, and inside was actually a charm written with a cinnabar pen, which was both similar to and different from Taoist charms, and it used an unknown text pattern, Tong Xiaowan said that it was not Mongolian.

This makes me even more puzzled, why there is a charm hanging on the door, is it not that the words engraved on this table are not the owner to scare us away, but that there is some real danger here?

When I was pondering, Tong Xiaowan suddenly exclaimed, I walked to the window and asked her what was going on, she pointed out the window: "Someone, a man in black clothes and a black hat is standing there looking at me!" ”

I looked in the direction she was pointing, but there were a few trees that didn't have what she called "people." I told her that maybe the wind was blowing the tree, and she looked at me with certainty and said that it couldn't be wrong.