Chapter 21 twenty one

The climate on the Loess Plateau is particularly dry. After more than half a month, most of the snow on the fields evaporated.It evaporates, not melts.There is still snow in the shady ditch and the damp potholes, but dust is raised on the dirt roads in the country.At the foot of the mountain, the tall whirlwind columns stood upright one after another.In the east, the magnanimous and endless loess is golden and presents a silent spring.Occasionally, the wind swept across the field, and the transparent mirage galloped like wild horses. Only then did I realize the vividness of "the wild horses are also the dust" in Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou".

Hai Xixi drove his cart and ran away even more majesticly.Those thin horses are getting weaker and weaker day by day.But Hai Xixi's technique is here, he can make the horse run to death, unless the animal itself falls to death on the road, it will never pull the cart exhausted.Who handles animals like whom.No one and Hai Xixi's car can last more than two days. "That donkey is working hard all day, making us miserable!" All the people who followed him scolded him.During the fertilizer transportation, his car changed at least ten people who followed the car. When it was our group's turn to send people, the lieutenant followed him for a day, and when he came back, he cursed in his native dialect: "That's a bastard! At this time, I still want to get some goddamn credit! Others pull two or three cars. Baduzi pulled five carts! I’m exhausted. Whoever wants to go can go! I’m going to Zhennanbao tomorrow.” The next day, I took the initiative to go to Hai Xixi’s car.

Inside the horse house is a large square yard.Large vehicles were parked under the earthen wall. On the three sides, there were three dilapidated barns, supported by crumbling pillars worn by the animals.I went to the yard first with a few farm workers who followed the car, wrapped in ragged cotton jackets, and squatted at the foot of the wall facing the sun, waiting for the car handlebars to put on the car.The handlebars pull their respective animals out of the shed one by one.Immediately, "Woo, yell", "ah, ah", "drive, drive"... rang out in the courtyard.Some handlebar styles have the dullness of sleepiness, and some handlebar styles are listless and sad.Their animals also looked like a love tank. After being pulled out, they lazily didn't want to go anywhere, and were fixed in the middle of the yard like stakes.It wasn't until the handlebars were exhausted and the saliva dried up that he reluctantly retreated into the shaft with whip marks all over his body.

Only Hai Xixi, with his chest up and his head held high, among the handlebars and the animals, commanded his animals with a whip as if no one else was there.With that air, it was like a circus animal trainer, leading the well-trained animals to their respective positions effortlessly, and quickly harnessed the carts without whipping a whip.After the set was over, he didn't get out of the car, jumped onto the dirt wall and squatted down, looking down at his colleagues with haughty eyes.I am familiar with that posture.The handlebars drove the carts out of the horse one by one, and the agricultural workers who followed the carts also climbed into the carts they followed.We were alone in the yard, and his three animals.At this time, Hai Xixi stood up, and looked around the field outside the court with her hand covering the sun.Outside the stable, there was the chirping and cursing of overweight women like sparrows.He jumped down lightly and strode straight to a haystack.

After a while, he came out from behind the haystack, carrying a bag of things in his hand, which seemed to weigh about forty or fifty catties.When he got to the big car, he bent down, stuffed the bag of things into the bottom pocket under the chassis of the car, then brushed off the grass on the sleeves of his jacket, took the whip and "drive, drive!" and drove the car out of the gate. The car passed by me, and he didn't say hello to me.And as soon as I jumped, I jumped into the cart from behind the car without holding on to the railing.I'll show him that I won't tumbling like a duck into his car.

The things he brought out from behind the haystacks were nothing more than soybeans, peas, sorghum and the like.I can have a tacit understanding with him and not report him.I have seen this kind of thing a lot in labor camps.My Longines watch is replaced by a handlebar type.I watched helplessly as the handlebar poured out a large pile of yellow radishes from a bottom pocket made of burlap sacks under the chassis of the car.Without a scale, he still has to compete with me for the weight.And where do those yellow radishes come from?It will never grow on the wooden chassis of the car, it can only come from the yellow radish field he just pulled that belongs to the farm.As soon as he handed it over, he picked a Swiss famous brand watch with a gold shell from my hand for nothing.But you can't report on him yet, if you want to violate the tacit agreement reached by the exchange parties, then you will starve!The weather is fine today, before ten o'clock, the early frost has melted away.On the dry grass, on the fences, there were wet brown marks of frost.The sky is blue and transparent, and the road is dry and hard.The manure heap that was turned over and smashed and became soft, like it was just taken out of the cage, was slowly rising with water vapor.Today, my mood is also very good, and there is a kind of mysterious excitement.The sense of mystery comes from my anticipation of something unusual that will inevitably happen...According to the usual practice, the handlebar is used to drive the car, and it is also responsible for loading and unloading the car, and the person following the car is just a handlebar helper.If the two get along well, it doesn't matter who does more and who does less, as long as they cooperate to complete the task together.The handlebar style is not born to be able to drive a car. It used to be a period of time.Be more diligent with your hands and feet, and be more flexible in your mind. Help the handlebars to put on and unload a car, take over the whip halfway to catch up with a section, and slowly learn it.There is no driver's license for the handlebar type, and no agency is required to assess it. The eyes of the team leader and team leader are the standard. They see who can drive alone and who can drive alone.Driving a car is not difficult to learn, much easier than learning to drive a car.The difference in skill lies in how to train animals--which is much more difficult than working with machines--and how to deal with stalled carts and dangerous situations.At this time, the flexibility of the mind and the quickness of the hands and feet are more important than the accumulated experience.And once catching up with the car, the handlebar type is considered a high-class worker on a farm without mechanization.

Hai Xixi is a high-tech handlebar, a high-level worker in the team. ... He drove the car to the compost heap, circled the fence made of achnatherum splendens, jumped out of the car, went to the bottom of the wall and squatted down, pretending to repair his whip, but not pretending to be fat.He put on this kind of posture, just to ask me to load and unload the car by myself. I took off the four-pronged iron fork, and like him: "Spit! Spit!" I spit loudly into the palm of my hand twice, and swung the fork with "swipe, swipe, swipe".When the car was full, I thrust the fork into the compost pile on the car, jumped on the car, sat on the shaft, took out the precious "Pisces", dangled my legs, and smoked.

"Sit in the back!" He walked to the side of the car with a whip, and said viciously, "The shaft is heavy!" I knew that the front load was not heavy, and he deliberately wanted to drive me to sit in the rear.On a big car, the axle used to belong to the "soft seat" compartment, and the part sitting behind the axle will fall down if you are not careful, which is harder than the "hard seat".But after I finished the load, I had more confidence in my physical strength.A thin layer of sweat broke out on my body, all the pores of my body were opened, my potential power was released unstoppably, and I felt that there was potential beneath the potential.What a relief, what a joy, this discovery gave me—a real young man!

I smiled tolerantly and contemptuously at him, jumped out of the car, and sat on the rear end. Ah, I will remember, I will remember, your jeweled fingerprints! When he got to the field, he still didn't unload the truck, and held the whip in his hand. I unloaded a pile, and he drove forward.A large truckload of manure was unloaded into four piles.He drove faster than others. When we came back the first time, we left the convoy and went alone. Now, only our big truck is loading manure in front of the compost heap.By the third trip, all the male and female farm workers who were composting beside the compost heap, including Captain Xie, saw something strange about the two of us.Hai Xixi parked the car at the spot, squatted beside the car clearly and without concealing hostility.He doesn't smoke, and keeps wrapping his hands around the end of his whip, as if he's not going to hit the horse, but to whip me when I don't work hard.The peasant workers giggled, pointed and commented softly.I'm just doing a show.But at this time, I worked harder and harder, not entirely to challenge him, but I happily felt my youthful vitality.I have unbuttoned my padded jacket and opened my accordion-like chest in the warm December sun.In the short interval between fork and fork, I occasionally touched the two rows of keys.It was moist, piping hot, and yet bouncy.It reminds me of the "Saber Dance" performed by the Soviet Red Army Song and Dance Troupe when they visited China.These two rows of keys are playing a triumphal song with a Cossack style.

Stable manure is mostly grass powder, not heavy, and a fork can stir up a big lump, and a four-toothed iron fork can be picked up a hundred times to make a cart. All labor is made heavy by hunger.Now, the more I pretend to be more proficient, the less hurried I am.I started to use the method of labor physiology to find the best angle and focus point of the waist, arms, and legs in each movement when holding a fork for fat.I broke down the process from the tines of the fork into the manure heap to the fence into several sections, and soon, I determined the best angle and best point of effort for each section's inner waist, arms, and legs.Once determined, the movement is stylized, not only effortless, but also graceful in posture.

After loading the fourth time, I knew unmistakably that I had resisted, that I had won!I'm almost as strong as I was on my second ride.Some of the female agricultural workers who were watching were laughing at Hai Xixi, calling him a "Ha Xiong"—this word cannot be translated; Captain Xie's attitude was unpredictable, and he would say "Bear! Bear!" from time to time. Still scolding me.Hai Xixi was embarrassed to squat next to the car anymore, he either went to the toilet or stood far away.But at this moment, my heart is following a common psychological law, surpassing my established goal and developing towards a new goal.This goal is actually in the same direction as the original goal: I resisted, I met the challenge successfully, and it immediately occurred to me that I would challenge him.What I want now is not not to be overwhelmed by him, but to overwhelm him!We pulled the fifth trip back, other cars only pulled three trips, and the "Dead Dog Pie" handlebar style only pulled two trips. Captain Xie looked up at the sun and shouted: "Work is over!" But But I shouted: "No! I haven't enjoyed it yet, let's do it again!" The sixth trip back, the winter sun is about to set.There are no clouds on the top of the mountain, no sunset glow, and the bare mountains are covered with a gloomy blue color.Flocks of dark crows and sparrows whizzed from the yard where there was no more grain and only a few stacks of hay, from the horse's horn, across the dirt road in the country, and landed in the dry grove like thorns The sparrows continued.The air was a little humid, and the dust under the wheels billowed up for a while, and soon sank down wearily.Bursts of bleak chill rushed towards him.I wrapped up my ragged cotton jacket and sat on the railing of the car.In front, is Hai Xixi's slightly hunched back.His sullen, even distressed mood was clearly visible on that back.Suddenly, somehow, like him, I felt depressed, distressed, bored, and depressed... The joy of victory disappeared without a trace, and I fell into a cold deep well.The fields were deserted, and the lavender mist closed in on us.A lonely, melancholy dirt road, just the two of us...