1949 I am from the future

【356】Working people heart to heart

"Commander, you are right.

The road has to be walked step by step, and the meal has to be eaten bite by bite. I am too impatient. "

After Fan Ming finished speaking, he looked up at a flock of wild geese flying across the sky, and felt much calmer.

Commissar Jiang pulled Fan Ming, and a group of people continued to walk out of the village along the path paved with big stones.

"Your reaction is normal, and I am also impatient."

As the soldiers were busy working in the village, the small village of Yajiang suddenly became much cleaner.The medical team, led by a few Tibetan-speaking comrades, set up a tent by the small square of the village, calling for voluntary consultations for the Tibetans.The comrades in the propaganda team pulled up the open-air movie screen, busy for the movie that will be shown in the evening.

Fan Ming and his group walked outside the village, and saw an old man pulling two cows from a distance, putting a plow on the horns of the cows.I saw the two cows resisting fiercely, but they couldn't escape the master's stubbornness.

"Grandpa, why are you playing tricks like this? How awkward is this?" Fan Ming said while pulling Li Futian forward. [

Li Futian translated it and told the old man that he shouldn't be using the plow like this.

This Tibetan old man has a dark complexion. He has worked in the sunshine of the plateau all year round, which made his face black and shiny like charcoal.His body was covered with an old Tibetan robe, with a greasy luster, and the original color could no longer be distinguished.He seems to be accustomed to stepping on this dry field with bare feet.Although there are no ridges in the fields in this Tibetan area, it is obvious that it is different from the wild grassy land around it.

He said in Tibetan: "We Tibetans have been passed down from our ancestors to put on the horns of oxen. I have planted the land for 40 years, and it has always been like this."

After finishing speaking, the old man continued to tie the noose to the horns of the ox, and then put a thick and clumsy pole across the heads of the two oxen, and tied them with a belt to prevent the two oxen from being separated when pulling the plow.

Fan Ming, like the vast majority of PLA cadres these days, was born and raised in bitter waters. Before he joined the revolution, he was a great farmer. In terms of field work, there was nothing he didn't do well.

"Old man, this plow harness should be put on the back of the ox so that the ox can work hard." Fan Ming didn't mind the old man's coldness, and said patiently.

At this time, Commissar Jiang and the guards also surrounded him, and they all smiled kindly at the old man.

"You man, have you ever seen a bull fight with a bull?" the old man asked.

"I've seen it."

"Does the cow fight with shoulders? Or with horns? With horns, of course with horns!" The old man calmly tightened the straw rope tied to the horns.

"The strength of the bull lies in the horns." The old man repeated emphatically.

After listening to Li Futian's translation, Fan Ming smiled and asked Li Futian, "Is this old man a slave? Why is the master willing to let him bring the cows out to work without a supervisor?"

Li Futian said: "This is a chaba."

Fan Ming thought for a while. It seems that the popular science class before entering Tibet said that the highest rank among the inferior people is the chaba. The richer ones even have three or five sheep.In addition to farming, they also graze and go into the mountains to dig Cordyceps to support their families.

Chaba is obliged to perform hard labor for the lord. In Chaba's family, everyone in Chaba's family has to respectfully serve the lord for a period of free labor every year.In a calamity year that cannot be survived, if Chaba borrows money and food from the lord, it will be the beginning of bad luck. [

The interest rate loan sharks will turn Chaba into Duiqiong who live in the slave owner's cowshed and help the lord graze and pay off his debts. Duiqiong means small households, which is only one step away from being sold into slavery.When the time comes, when the debt owed is enough to buy a poor family, the lord can go to his house to arrest people as slaves to pay off the debt.Before liberation, the number of Chaba and Duiqiong in Tibet has been continuously decreasing, and there are more and more slaves.

Fan Ming looked at the two lean cows with sympathy. They raised their heads high, twisted their necks uncomfortably from side to side, and competed with each other. Panting tiredly, they twisted and pulled the wooden plow forward.The old man pushed the plow down with all his strength, he was also panting from exhaustion, and he had to keep yelling at the animals.

"Grandpa, I'll plow this land for you. Take a look at my skills." Finally, Fan Ming couldn't stand it any longer. Farmers couldn't bear to watch their animals suffer.

Hearing what Li Futian said, the old man shook his head vigorously and refused to agree.After patient questioning, Fan Ming knew that the old man was called Slang Wendui, and the reason for his disagreement was that he was afraid that the Han people would play tricks and extort money from him after plowing the land.After patiently explaining, old man Slang Wendui realized that this Han man had just been received by the Living Buddha, and immediately knelt down in awe.

Fan Ming was startled and rushed up to pick up the old man.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I just want to show off my crop work. Hey, I've left it for many years, and I don't know if it's easy. Look, if my method is good, you can learn from me next time, don't be so hard Horns."

Watching Fan Ming skillfully untie the plow sheath from the horns of the ox, he called a few guards, put a military padded jacket under the plow sheath, stuck it on the ox shoulder and fastened it tightly.Only then did Slang Wendui believe that this senior official in the Han army was really a good man.He loves animals so much that he doesn't hesitate to put his cotton-padded jacket under the wooden pole of the plow sheath. People who love animals are not bad people.

The two cows plowing the ground with their shoulders on their shoulders obviously felt much lighter on their bodies.The two cows walked forward almost like flying. Fan Ming followed the cows and took big strides, yelling loudly in his mouth. , but drove the cattle straight and disciplined like marching soldiers.

Seeing this large piece of ground being easily plowed all over, Slang Wendui was really convinced.

"The army is really blessed with magical powers. I have never seen this cow that can plow like this since I was born, and it can plow so fast."

Fan Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead casually and said, "Grandpa, in the future, our People's Liberation Army will send the latest step plows to the Tibetan areas. The plows are easier to pull, and the depth of the plow can be adjusted by changing the plowshare. You don’t need to rely on experience to master the strength of the iron bolt socket. After the plow is delivered, only one ox is enough to plow the land.”

Slang asked, "A cow?"

"Yes, an iron step plow that can be pulled by an ox. If there is no ox, it can be easily pulled by humans," Fan Ming said.

"How much is that plow? I'm a poor man, how can I afford such an iron guy. Dajun, look at my plow. Only the plowhead is covered with a layer of iron. Such a little iron is worth five bags of highland barley noodles." Ah! No matter how precious and careful you use it, it will break and replace with a new iron sheet after two years." Slang Wendui sighed.

"The government sells it to the common people, of course it is not expensive! I saw that new type of step plow in Sichuan. It cost only 100 yuan each. The plowhead is made of pure steel and the rest is made of pure iron. It won't be a problem for decades!"

"What? It's all made of iron? Still using steel? This is not a weapon, how can you use steel? 20 yuan? How much silver is this?" Slang Wendui asked.

"It's twenty silver dollars." Li Futian translated.

Slang Wendui said: "It's all made of iron! It can be used for decades! It's cheaper than a yak?" Although he didn't believe it, Slang Wendui didn't accuse the other party of lying.In his opinion, this Han army's farming skills are so good, and they have just met the Living Buddha, how could they do such a crime as telling nonsense.

"Maybe I remembered it wrong." Slang Wendui thought so.

Thinking of this, Slang Wendui felt that his sins were serious, and he would actually have the disrespectful thought of suspecting that the living Buddha's guest was lying, and said in a clumsy manner: "Thanks to the Han army for teaching me how to set the plow, please come to my house for tea, butter tea , and glutinous rice cakes."

Fan Ming smiled and said, "I still have something to do, so I won't..."

Before he finished speaking, Political Commissar Jiang interrupted: "Okay, we must go."

Li Futian quickly translated the message.

Seeing that he was able to invite such a noble person, Slang Wendui was very happy, clasped his hands together, and prayed for everyone.

Commissar Jiang said: "Old Fan, Tibetan compatriots are very sincere. I invite you to drink tea. If you don't go, it will be shameless and hurt people's feelings. Besides, through this old man, we can also understand some things in Tibet. The actual situation in the area."

Fan Ming said approvingly: "It's still the political commissar, you are so thoughtful! If you weren't here, I almost made this uncle unhappy just now."

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