Chapter 28 Chapter Seventy

The sun had already set, and Lu Xiaolong led the plowers and harrowers to the village with oxen and plows on their shoulders.The Liubao Village production brigade has 160 to 70 households with a population of 600 to 700, and there are two production teams below. After more than half a year of hard work, he was elected as the captain of the first production team. For the poor and lower-middle peasants, educated youths are also responsible for accountants and warehouse custodians. Now, the entire first production team is under the leadership of Lu Xiaolong, and the accountants and custodians of the second production team have also been replaced by educated youths.The selfless and practical spirit of the students from Beijing has been unanimously recognized by the local farmers. This is also the result of Lu Xiaolong leading 30 educated youths. Now, working in the fields has a new meaning in his eyes.

The wheat in the river bank has just been harvested, and the unploughed ones still have rows of stubbles, while the plowed ones have been spread there evenly and loosely, like a brown carpet, which looks very even and comfortable.When they were approaching the village, they wrapped the reins around the necks of the cows and let go of them. A dozen or so cattle all trotted towards the feeding shed in the village. knock off.On the slope ahead, autumn crops are planted in terraced fields, mostly corn, the green ones are no longer knee-high, and the hoeers have not yet finished their work. From a distance, they saw Lu Xiaolong leading the plowmen back, a black man The thin, middle-aged farmer put down his hoe and waved at Lu Xiaolong, pointed to the corn field in front of him, and shouted: "We'll finish this area before we call it a day." Dozens of people straightened up and looked over from the corn field. The black and skinny farmer who yelled at him was Genxi, the vice-captain. Lu Xiaolong pointed to the wheat threshing field by the village, and shouted back, "I'll go to the field to say hello." , the way of working in the village, Lu Xiaolong let them go home to rest first, but he turned a corner and came to the wheat threshing field by the village.

On the threshing field, another vice-captain, Lai Fu, was leading people to work. Seeing Lu Xiaolong approaching, he yelled even louder.According to the rules of hundreds of years in Liubao Village, the harvested wheat is bundled and transported to the threshing ground by shoulders, oxen and carts. Prevent cloudy and rainy days, and then seize every sunny day to thresh wheat. They spread a stack of wheat loosely on the field, more than a foot thick, and pulled a few stone rollers to grind the field.The mill rolls over the wheat straw over and over again without lightness or heavyness, and the soft wheat straw is compacted.At this time, people take the wooden fork to pick up the wheat straw and shake it loose, the wheat grains in the ear of the wheat rush to the ground, and the shaken wheat straw is spread thickly on the field, and then crushed and shaken again.In the end, the grains on the ears of wheat were all crushed, and the stalks like quills were all crushed, so the crushed wheat straw was forked with a wooden fork and stacked into straw stacks on the sidelines.The crushed wheat straw is cut into inch lengths with a guillotine and becomes feed for cattle and horses.

Lu Xiaolong also picked up a wooden branch, which was very big, with three or four large wooden teeth, like a curved bull horn, forked it forward smoothly against the ground, and pulled a thick layer of crushed wheat straw Stir it up and shake it loose, put it down, shake it two or three forks, and there will be a large pile of fluffy wheat straw in front of you, pick them up with another fork, and pick them aside.This is the last grinding, the grass is grass, the wheat grains are wheat grains, and it is very comfortable to step on the thick layer of rolling wheat grains on the ground.Twenty or so people each held a wooden branch and picked up the wheat straw that had been crushed on the field from all sides. After shaking all the wheat grains, they piled them in a grassy pile on the side of the field. Several old men bent over the field with big brooms The wheat grains on the ground are grouped into a pile, and the wheat grains are harvested from a large area to a small area, and from thin to thick.An old man replaced the broom with a flat-headed wooden shovel, and piled the inch-thick grains of wheat together. The old man with the broom followed behind and continued to sweep the places where the wooden shovel had touched. Go up and gather the grains into piles.The group were all older farmers, and the boys were starting to stack the milled straw on the other side.

They first used wheat straw to spread out a perfect circle with a diameter of Zhang Xu on the ground. Then, wooden branches in all directions sent the wheat straw up. Three or four young men stood on it and stepped on it with their feet. The stacks are piled higher and higher like a big round tower. Three or four young men on the top stand on the top of the tower, laying layers of wheat straw on the top more seriously, and the people below keep picking up the wheat straw. The wheat stacks pull out the outcropping wheat straw one by one, and beat the wheat stacks around with wooden branches. The wheat stacks must be solid and light, so that they can survive the wind and rain.The wheat stack was even higher, and the young men on it jumped down one after another, leaving only one person to close the top. At this time, the wheat stack was almost as high as three people.Picking up wheat straw with a wooden branch requires strength and skill, just like digging soil in a deep ditch and throwing it upwards, suddenly pick the wooden branch to the highest point above the head, and the wheat straw will fly up to the top of the stack along the inertia, and the young man on the top Catch it with your hands, then lay it out, step on it with your feet, and harvest a cone-shaped hat like a straw hat on the top, then cover it with a straw mat and tie it with a rope.At this time, the young man above clapped his hands, and the people around him made a pile of fluffy straw. He threw down the wooden branch first, then jumped up and sank into the fluffy straw with a happy cry.

It was getting dark, and a few electric lights had already been turned on on the field, and a few blowjobs began to show off.The man who stacked the straw patted his clothes and took the time to go home for dinner.When you come back from the meal, you will finish raising the field, and then continue to spread the field, grind the field, close the field, and pile up.As the saying goes: "Money can't buy drought in May, and full food in June." It is the fifth month of the lunar calendar, and it is sunny for a few days one after another. After finishing the work on the field, half of the year's harvest has been put into storage. , At that time, if God will rain steadily and water the autumn crops thoroughly, the farmers will be able to more or less fill their stomachs this year.

Lu Xiaolong picked up a wooden shovel and joined the ranks of raising the field.To be a production team leader, one must take the lead in hard work, the second must be able to work, the third must be able to assign work, and the fourth must be fair distribution.Now he is learning while working, leading people to plow, he will learn to plow and harrow; Learning, life in the countryside is not difficult.The golden grains of wheat run along the south side of the threshing ground like a small hill from east to west. With the moderate south wind, a shovel of wheat grains is lifted up into the air with a wooden shovel. The wheat grains fan out in the air. The wind blew the dust and wheat husks inside to the north, and the heavy wheat grains fell on the ground in a line from east to west.Lu Xiaolong has mastered the essentials of raising the field in the past two days, and he has the enthusiasm for pondering and performing techniques when he handles the wooden shovel.With that lift, the wheat grains in the wooden shovel should be spread as far as possible, and the fan shape that comes out faces the wind and is perpendicular to the ground, so that the wind can blow away the wheat husks and soil, and at the same time, the wheat grains fall on the ground in a line from east to west.When you are working hard, you just need to lift it up into the air without raising your head, and you can see the grains of wheat falling into a line, and you can see the dust and wheat husks floating away from the corner of your eyes.I heard several farmers around me laughing and saying: "The captain's two slaps are already like an old man." Raised a pile of wheat again.

He raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the field. There was a thin layer of dust and wheat husks, and the raised wheat grains became a hill running from east to west.Use a big broom to sweep the edge of the hill, and then blow it a second time against the south wind, this time it will be completely cleaned.The lighter things float farther away, and the heaviest grains of wheat fall closest.There is also a difference in the weight of wheat grains and wheat grains. The closer the wheat grains fall to the wind, the fuller the grains will be. If you want to keep the wheat seeds, you must close part of the wheat grains to the windward side first. The grains of wheat are piled up in a pile, and they are mixed evenly while piled up.Then, open the sacks one by one, put the dustpan and shovel together, fill them full, tie the mouth of the sack, two people lift a large scale with a wooden bar, hang the sacks with the scale hook, and pick them up to weigh them one by one. The accountant, the accountant, and the captain all counted down one by one.The boys squatted down and put the sacks on their shoulders one by one, and lowered their heads to carry them to the warehouse next to the wheat field.When the wheat is all harvested, a horse-drawn cart will be sent to deliver the public grain to the county for delivery, and part of the remaining wheat will be distributed to the members of the team. The wheat reserved for seeds will be locked up in another storehouse in the village. Even if the big work is over.

The wheat had just been harvested here, and the people who had finished eating over there came again. They picked up the wooden branches and opened up the unmilled wheat stacks, and quickly shaken them all over the place.Lu Xiaolong returned to the village for dinner with a few peasants.After entering the village and going back to each house, before returning to the educated youth spot, Lu Xiaolong decided to take a look at the machine mill and oil workshop in Liubao Village. In Liubao Village, one production brigade is divided into two production teams, and two-level accounting is implemented.The annual agricultural income and expenditure are all the responsibility of the brigade. Only the machine mill and oil workshop are owned by the brigade, which is also the main economic base of the brigade.In the past few years, the machine mill and oil workshop were the places where the peasants in the village had the most opinions, and the accounts were always unclear. Now, they have been replaced by educated youths, and Lu Xiaolong has to worry about them.Lu Xiaolong is now in charge of two things: one is about the production team; the other is about the intellectual youth collective.Thirty people were divided into two production teams in half and half, and many of them took positions in the production team, and some went to the machine mill and oil workshop of the brigade; however, the thirty people were still a big family. "Practice socialism externally and communism internally." Everyone earns their own work points in the village, and finally hand them over to the educated youth spot, and everyone's grain and oil in the team are also handed over to the educated youth stove.The "big family" he is in charge of is already very powerful in the village. In the words of the villagers, he is now in charge of half of Liubao Village.With this feeling, he not only felt that he was the head of the first production team, but also seemed to be a little bit of the head of the entire Liubao brigade.

The light in the machine mill was on, and several flour mills were turning rumblingly. Peasants from other villages outside the village who came to grind corn and wheat all guarded their grain bags and lined up according to the rules.Gao Weimin, a big man among the educated youth, is now in charge of the machine mill. He walked past the dusty machine with a pale face, and said to Lu Xiaolong in a loud voice: "I have a lot of work today, and I will go back to the stove for dinner later. Lu Xiaolong nodded, and saw that he was busy setting up machines again, talking with farmers who processed grain while covering their ears amidst the rumble of machines.A bag of corn was opened, and Gao Weimin held it in his hand and looked at it. He felt that it was dry enough for processing, so he put it on a large scale to weigh the weight, and then poured it into the hopper of the flour mill. The yellow cornmeal was slowly spit out, and the farmer continued with his pockets at the other end.After spitting out the noodles on one side, the corn husks on the other side are put into another bag. If the farmers have money, they pay by the catty. If they have no money, they keep the corn husks as processing fees.When I brought a bag of wheat, I picked it up and took a look. If it was too wet, I refused to process it. If it was dry enough, it was weighed and poured into the hopper of the noodle mill. Then I asked what flour do you want?Whole wheat flour, as soon as the white flour bran comes out, 100 catties is still 100 catties; if you want to produce 90 catties of flour, you need to grind 100 catties of wheat to make 90 catties of flour, and collect 10 catties of wheat bran; The standard flour to eat; to produce Bayi flour, 100 catties of wheat to produce 81 catties of white flour, and 19 catties of bran, which is the rich and strong noodles that people in the city eat.After grinding, you still have the money to pay, but you don’t have the money to deduct a certain amount of bran as a processing fee.Gao Weimin took a small educated young man to take care of the three noodle mills, scaled, settled accounts, collected money, collected bran, and was very busy.Lu Xiaolong took a look at the dozens of men, women and children lining up inside and outside the mill, and then left the machine mill.As soon as I left the dusty and rumbling machine mill, I breathed comfortably and my mind was very clear.

Next to the machine mill is the oil mill, which mainly processes cotton seeds for the production teams in Liubao Village and several surrounding villages.The picked cotton is crushed by a machine, the cotton is cotton, and the cotton seeds are cotton seeds. The cotton seeds are steamed over a fire, pressed into cakes, and what comes out is cottonseed oil, which is the main cooking oil in this area of ​​the country.The light in the oil workshop was dim, and there was a lot of oily gas. Once inside, it was hot and humid, making it hard to breathe. Seven or eight young and middle-aged men were busy in the dark with only shorts and shorts on, topless and sweaty.A male educated youth named He Guangping was in charge here, and he came over and smiled honestly at Lu Xiaolong.He is tall and strong, but he has the face of a child, like a student who sees his parents visiting him at school. He is very happy and wants to report his achievements.Every time Lu Xiaolong comes here, he can feel the joy of being a parent.He Guangping pointed to the oil mill in the steamy darkness and introduced the situation of oil extraction in the past few days.The big steamer is roaring with fire, and the process of squeezing oil is going on in an almost primitive labor.Lu Xiaolong is already familiar with the procedures here, every time he comes, he has to roast for a while in the steaming oil workshop, he wants to express his special concern for each member of the educated youth family, and unite thirty people closely around him.He instructed: "Finish work early, then go back to eat and rest." This is tantamount to the best affirmation of He Guangping's work attitude of forgetting to eat and sleep. Coming out of the oil mill, it was like getting out of a steamer, a small wind blowing in front of you, and the hot summer in the mountain village seemed almost cool.He was walking back, and when he said hello, he met Liu Renxin, Secretary of the Party Branch of Liubao Brigade under the moonlight. He was a short, thin guy with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. He had studied in a middle school in the county seat for several years, and later worked as a correspondent for the secretary of the commune for several years.He looked very affectionate and smiled at Lu Xiaolong a little unnaturally, and said, "Haven't you eaten yet? Are you coming to see them again?" Lu Xiaolong nodded, tried his best to downplay the meaning of his visit, and said, "Go around if you have nothing to do, and urge them to have a meal." Liu Renxin blinked his smart triangular eyes and nodded and said: "You are doing a good job in the educated youth spot, and the educated youth spot in any village in the county is not as good as you." Lu Xiaolong smiled peacefully and said, "We just want to be on the same page." Liu Renxin spat on the ground, put his hands behind his back, somewhat like he had been a cadre in the commune, and said, "It's great to be united." at the same time looking left and right at the passing farmers. Lu Xiaolong broke up with Liu Renxin talking and laughing.After walking for a while, I felt a constant feeling on the back of my neck, and I couldn't help but look back. Liu Renxin was squinting his eyes and looking at himself from a distance.Seeing Lu Xiaolong turning his head, Liu Renxin quickly turned his gaze away and looked away.Lu Xiaolong could only smile thoughtfully, and walked forward again. After walking a downhill road paved with large cobblestones, I greeted the farmers who were eating with big bowls in the courtyards on both sides, and then went up a section of uphill road paved with stones, and arrived at the warehouse of the first production team in the village.This is a large courtyard surrounded by earth walls. On one side of the courtyard are several warehouses built with bricks and adobe. The mud floor in the courtyard is flat. Walking through the courtyard, there is a smell of soybean milk in the front corner, and then It smelled of pig manure again.Walking past is a big pigsty, and there are ten or twenty big pigs moving in the low pigsty.Hearing the sound of footsteps, a big white pig came out of the dark nest, stepped on the wet and smelly mud to the low wall of the pigsty, raised its head, snorted and chewed at Lu Xiaolong ignorantly.Lu Xiaolong stood by the chest-high pen wall, and yelled loudly. There was a sound of friction and arching in the dark pigsty, and several big black and white pigs snored and shook their heads one after another. Walking out, seeing that they were not in a hurry, Lu Xiaolong knew that this group of pigs had been fed almost before dark. Next to the pigsty is the tofu room, which is emitting white steam at the moment, Lu Minmin and Lu Jimin came out of the room, seeing that it was Lu Xiaolong, the sisters were very happy.Lu Xiaolong lowered his head and entered the tofu room.In the dim light of the oil lamp, a little donkey was blindfolded and was still pulling the stone mill round and round. Lu Minmin was guarding the edge of the mill, and took a spoonful of soaked soybeans and water from the bucket with an iron spoon. The spoon is added to the grinding eye, and the mill rotates, and the wet soybeans piled up on the grinding eye gradually fall down, scraped with the spoon, and all fall into the grinding eye.Milky white viscous sap leaked from the four sides of the mill, flowed into the stone grooves around the bottom of the mill, and then flowed from an outlet into the bucket.Lu Xiaolong knew that the viscous juice had to be dilute with water, then remove the foam, and pour it into a large leaky bag made of drawer cloth. The big leaky bag was hung on a half-empty wooden shelf, and it was shaken while shaking. Raw soybean milk leaks into the big iron pot, and what is left in the leaky bag is tofu residue, which is a good feed for pigs.When the raw soy milk is boiled in a pot, it becomes the cooked soy milk that urban people drink; add a little gypsum water or physalis water, and the soy milk will leak out, and the tofu brain will sink to the bottom of the pot, and the yellow syrup like beer will be on the top. .Scoop the pulp water into the sour pulp water tank on one side, and it can become the pulp water for ordering tofu next time, and scoop the excess into the bucket, which is also a good thing for feeding pigs and cows. This is the tofu house and pig farm of the first production team, and it was also set up for the production team after the educated youth came to the village. With educated young people who don't steal feed, don't mess up accounts, and wholeheartedly collect, it is possible to run collective tofu houses and pig farms.An old man surnamed Ding was in charge of ordering the tofu. He was busy with his hunched back by the stove. A large pot of soy milk had already boiled. Scoop up the soy milk one by one with a big ladle, and pour it back into the pot like a waterfall. This is a typical "raise the soup to stop the boiling".After rolling like this for a while, old man Ding suppressed the coal fire, and the soy milk that had boiled enough steamed and calmed down. Old man Ding scooped up half a scoop of soy milk, looked at Lu Xiaolong with a smile and said, "don't you drink a cup?" Bowl?" Lu Xiaolong shook his head, looked at Lu Minmin and Lu Jimin who were standing aside, and said, "I don't break their rules." Lu Minmin and Lu Jimin both smiled beautifully when they heard this, and they managed their accounts well. It is very detailed, how many beans are used every day, how much tofu is produced, how much tofu is sold, and how many beans, wheat and corn are exchanged. There is a daily account every day. The two sisters are dedicated to running the tofu house and pig farm.Lu Xiaolong was talking with the two sisters while smiling, helping to carry the buckets and do some work.Lu Minmin stood there tall and strong, looking a little shy at Lu Xiaolong.While Lu Jimin was busy, he raised his dark eyes to look at Lu Xiaolong from time to time.Lu Xiaolong took good care of the two sisters, and was busy greeting old man Ding, because he was both the person in charge of the educated youth spot and the small captain of the production team. Old man Ding started ordering tofu.He scooped out a scoop of fermented soy milk from the physalis tank, and sank it steadily into the soy milk. The scoop moved in circles in the soy milk, and the physalis water in the scoop fell into the soy milk very evenly and smoothly. While lighting, the old man said: "Make the soy milk stable. When the soy milk is buoyant, you can't make good tofu. The Physalis water should be poured slowly and evenly. Don't stir it. There will be less tofu." Then, he handed the ladle to Lu Xiaolong: "Captain, come here." Lu Xiaolong took the ladle, this is not the first time he has learned the art, he scooped out a large ladle full of Physalis water from the physalis tank, slowly inserted the ladle into the soybean milk at a slight angle, let the ladle float like a boat The soy milk moves in circles. The pot is very large, almost two meters in diameter. He has to bend over and extend his arms, holding the ladle and turning it.First, stick to the side of the pot and turn it in a big circle, then slowly turn the circle smaller, slowly three or four times, and turn the scoop to the center of the pot, and a scoop of Physalis water is evenly mixed into the soybean milk during this long process.Stop and take a look, the soy milk is still in vain, not moving.Wait for the soy milk to stop, and then scoop up the third scoop of Physalis water.After drinking a few scoops, I saw that the soy milk began to leak, beer-like slurry appeared on the surface, and the milky white tofu brain began to settle down, which looked quite like the reflection of white clouds seen in a pool of water.Lu Xiaolong watched quietly with an oil lamp in his hand, and now came the most mysterious moment of ordering tofu, to let the tofu brain settle down quietly, the heart is stable, the tofu is stable, and finally check whether there is no shortage of Physalis water in the pot , if it is missing, it needs to be replenished a little bit, the movement should be more gentle, and the amount of replenishment must not be too much. Finally, the bean curds stopped at the bottom of the pot, and the beer-like yellow slurry also stopped on it, so I picked up the scoop and scooped the slurry into an extra-large large water tank, and fed it to the pigs tomorrow. Cattle.The tofu nao appeared at the bottom of the pot, tender and swaying. At this time, I took a grate, spread the drawer cloth inside, and scooped the tofu nao in one scoop. The grate was placed on an empty water tank, and the water in the tofu nao was rushing. seeped into the tank.When the scoop is full, wrap the drawer cloth diagonally, and squeeze it hard, the water inside will flow through the drawer cloth more forcefully into the tank, then unfold the drawer cloth, and tighten it diagonally again, the water inside will It leaked out again.Stretch it a few times, and the tofu nao will soon turn into tender tofu. At this time, tighten the cloth again and wrap it tightly. Put a round wooden lid on it, and put two big stones on the wooden lid. The water in the bag flowed out again, and when the force passed, it turned into a drizzle of rain.Until then, the pot of tofu was considered finished. After one night, the tofu package was opened in the morning, and it became a round and thick piece of tofu like a grate, and then it was ready to be cut. The work of making tofu was finished today, the sisters let old man Ding go home for dinner, and they cleaned the cauldron while talking with Lu Xiaolong.There was a thin layer of scorched crust on the bottom of the pot. Lu Minmin scooped it up with a shovel, held it in his hand and handed it to Lu Xiaolong, saying, "You are allowed to taste a piece of this." Lu Xiaolong took a piece and chewed it in his mouth. , Said: "It's really bitter, it's not good to eat." Lu Minmin looked at him happily, and while brushing the pot, Lu Jimin said, "I'll eat it for you because it's not tasty, or I'll give you all of it, what do we pigs eat?" Lu Xiaolong groaned Laughed, and Lu Minmin laughed too.The scorched rice from a big pot was scooped up and thrown into the bucket of bean curd dregs, which was the feed for the pigs tomorrow, and clean water was poured in to clean the big pot.Then pour a bucket of clean water into the pot, and use the coal fire pressed in the stove to warm the water overnight.Lu Xiaolong helped the sisters clean the tofu room, and waited for the sisters to check the small ledger of the tofu room, then led the donkey, locked the iron rings of a pair of wooden doors with a small iron lock, and went back to eat. When passing by the breeding shed of the production team, Lu Xiaolong sent the little donkey inside. Inside the breeding shed is a windproof kerosene lamp, which is called a horse lantern by the villagers.In the dim light, a dozen cows and several mules and horses were chewing fodder in the trough. The breeders were a short old man named Tian and a young man named Tang Xiaoming.Old man Tian was pulling fodder for the animals one by one, when he saw Lu Xiaolong leading the donkey in, he walked over shortly to take the reins, tied them to the wooden post of an empty manger, and spread the fodder Then the little donkey ate happily. Lu Xiaolong reached out and touched the foreheads of several cows. The cows were grazing obediently, and some raised their heads and licked his hands with their wet tongues.Touching the cow's forehead, you can feel that its hair is rough and smooth, and its head is big and warm.A white horse stomped its hooves while grazing, and snorted. When Lu Xiaolong went up to pet it, it shook its head and refused to let it touch it. Lu Xiaolong smiled and said to it: "You fool." Old man Tian listened, Dwarf came over and smiled.Lu Xiaolong looked at the big kang in the back of the breeding shed again, and said, "Is it hot to sleep here at night?" Old man Tian said, "It's not hot, the back half of our shed is a cave dwelling, so it's cool. "Looking at the big kang, Lu Xiaolong couldn't help smiling.This is the place where the production team convenes members for a meeting. Once the lanterns are put on the kang, the main labor force of seventy or eighty households will crowd here, listening to the sound of animals chewing grass, standing, sitting, talking and making noise. , smoking and coughing, they discussed the production team.Since becoming captain, he has also become particularly interested in holding meetings in this barn. In the smog, he checked the cows, horses, donkeys and mules, and when he was about to leave, he brought water into the barn. Tang Xiaoming, an educated young man who fed the animals with Mr. Tian, ​​came in. He was a junior high school student with delicate features and eyes. Lu Xiaolong, he said: "You haven't gone back to eat, have you?" At the same time, he picked up a bucket of water and poured it into the water tank. Lu Xiaolong also picked up another bucket of water, helped him pour it into the water tank, and replied casually: "I'll send the donkey over here. Let's take a look. Have you eaten yet?" Tang Xiaoming said, "Eat." Lu Xiaolong walked out and said: "The past two days have been plowing the land, and the animals have used them a bit hard, so add a little more feed at night." Tang Xiaoming said: "I know that, if there is less material, the legs of the animals will be soft." Outside the breeding shed, Lu Xiaolong asked softly again: "You take care of it?" Tang Xiaoming nodded and said, "Yes, I took the black beans and corn directly from the team's warehouse, and grind them on the machine mill. Don't worry, bring them to the breeding shed." Lu Xiaolong nodded, old man Tian is a good animal feeder, but he loves to take advantage of small things, and often steals the rations of cattle and horses to go home.Lu Minmin and Lu Jimin were still waiting outside the barn. The three walked back and forth on the uneven road in the village under the moonlight. The houses and caves on both sides were faintly illuminated by oil lamps. They returned to their yard.It was the busy summer season, and not all the educated youth came back. The few who came back were sitting in the yard with a big bowl and eating on a small bench.The door of the cave dwelling was wide open, and kerosene lamps were lit in the dark cave dwelling.Tang Beisheng and Jia Ruoxi were on duty to cook today. Seeing the three of Lu Xiaolong, Tang Beisheng smiled and said with a bumpy face: "Eat quickly." Lu Xiaolong asked: "How many people haven't eaten yet?" Tang Beisheng said "Besides you, there are only people in the machine mill and oil workshop." Lu Xiaolong said, "I've been too hungry for a long time. Let's wash it first." Tang Beisheng pointed and said, "Your faces The basins are all here, filled with water." There are six or seven washbasins at the entrance of the cave, all of which are half filled with water. Lu Xiaolong recognized his own washbasin by the light of the oil lamp in the cave and the moonlight above his head, and immediately squatted down to wash his face with water in his hands , Soon, a pot of water turned into yellow mud soup with some wheat husks floating on it.Tang Beisheng handed over the towel with a smile, and said, "This is your towel, it's already wet." Lu Xiaolong wiped his face, neck and arms comfortably, and blew his nose comfortably, feeling that the pores blocked by sweat and mud opened up again.Lu Minmin and Lu Jimin also finished washing, and the three of them each had a big steamed bun and a big bowl of cornmeal batter, and began to eat deliciously with shredded pickles.Tang Beisheng stood aside and watched them eating with a smile. Jia Ruoxi also walked over with her two braids in a figure-eight shape, and asked, "Is the steamed bun cold?" Lu Xiaolong said, "No, it's so hot, so I'm not afraid of it getting cold. "Tang Beisheng said: "There is still corn mush, just enough." Lu Xiaolong said: "Dare not to starve everyone when the farming season is busy." Tang Beisheng looked at the neighbors walking in the yard, knelt down and leaned in front of Lu Xiaolong and said, "Just now, Mr. Fu led a few people to find you." Mr. Fu is the director of the poor association in the village, and Lu Xiaolong asked, "What's the matter?" ?" Tang Beisheng rolled his sharp eyes, and said in a low voice, "They said Liu Laifa, the brigade accountant, was corrupt." Lu Xiaolong lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Why didn't they report it to Liu Renxin, the branch secretary of the brigade?" Tang Beisheng put his hands on Lu Xiaolong's ears and said, "He is his backstage." Lu Xiaolong looked at the people in the yard, and said softly: "Don't be rash, figure it out before you talk about it, and take your time." Tang Beisheng nodded, and at the same time said in a low voice with a fighting spirit: "They said that Liubao Village passed by. When the weather is clear, the ground will be wet after the rain.” Lu Xiaolong glanced at Tang Beisheng, and said: "Let's talk about this first today." Tang Beisheng looked back at the people in the yard, then turned his head and said to Lu Xiaolong in a low voice: "They said, from now on you will be the branch secretary of the brigade. .” Lu Xiaolong snorted, and while drinking the mush from the big bowl, he said, “I’m not a party member right now!” Just as he was talking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard door, and a woman with a pale face came running, and said to Lu Xiaolong as soon as she entered the door: "My second dog has pulled out his horns again and has gone crazy, go and give him an injection personally." The son was a ten-year-old boy, who had short seizures of shofars every now and then.Lu Xiaolong said to Jia Ruoxi: "Then you go for a while." The educated youth set up an acupuncture medical team as soon as they arrived in the village, and went to the field military hospital dozens of miles away to study, and gave free acupuncture to the villagers. Shaobing is already well-known in the surrounding villages.Jia Ruoxi said to Lu Minmin, "Come with me." Lu Minmin was also a member of the acupuncture medical team. She put down her job and said, "Okay, I'll continue to eat when I come back." The two returned to the cave and took out Acupuncture box and acupuncture medical manual, just about to leave, stopped and said to Lu Xiaolong: "We pricked Ergou last time, and we did it again after a few days." Lu Xiaolong said: "Then let's prick again. Jia Ruoxi said: "There is a hole we dare not pierce." Lu Xiaolong said: "What hole?" Jia Ruoxi said: "It's the Yamen acupoint, which is quite dangerous, but this acupoint has special effects in treating deafness and dumbness, and it also has special effects in treating schizophrenia." Lu Xiaolong said: "Let's try it on ourselves first, haven't you tried many acupoints?" Jia Ruoxi looked at Lu Minmin and said, "Let's try it now, you try it on me." Lu Minmin Said: "Try it on me, you are better than me." Lu Xiaolong put the empty bowl on the ground, and said: "You two go to each other first, and pick the acupuncture points you have pierced in the past first. , leave one person to test the needle on me." Jia Ruoxi looked at Lu Minmin with conferring eyes, and Lu Minmin said, "Are you going first or should I go first?" Jia Ruoxi thought for a while and said: "I'll go first." She stood up and said to the second son of a bitch: "Let's go, I'll go with you first." The two hurried away. Lu Xiaolong returned to the cave and sat down on the long bench. Lu Minmin brought the oil lamp closer, wiped the back of his neck with alcohol cotton around the dumb door point, and then wiped his fingers and the long and thin silver needle. Then, pressing back and forth on Lu Xiaolong's cervical spine, he carefully inserted the silver needle into a cervical slit.Lu Xiaolong sat there a little nervously, motionless.Lu Minmin inserted the needle cautiously, and asked every time he went deeper, "Do you feel it?" Lu Xiaolong felt it, and said, "There is no obvious feeling, just a little swelling." Lu Minmin said: " If you have a special feeling, tell me immediately." Lu Xiaolong said: "That's for sure." Lu Xiaolong knew that this acupuncture point has been called "Forbidden Point" since ancient times, because it is very dangerous. If it is inserted a little deeper, it may cause death and medical accidents. It has no effect. Only when the pricking is done at an appropriate depth to form a strong stimulus can it treat difficult diseases such as deafness and dumbness. It's just that the depth is not easy to grasp.Lu Minmin twirled the silver needle in her hand, and slowly penetrated it bit by bit.Lu Xiaolong's feeling of soreness and swelling became stronger and stronger, but he knew that this stimulation was not enough to treat intractable diseases, so he said, "Go on with the needle." Several educated youths surrounded the cave, all staring nervously at this somewhat dangerous attempt, very quiet.Suddenly, Lu Xiaolong felt like an electric shock in his cervical spine, from the top of his head to the tailbone was strongly penetrated by electric current, and his whole body was shaken thoroughly. This time without him saying anything, Lu Minmin stopped in fright.Lu Xiaolong closed his eyes and experienced it for a while. He felt a penetrating lightness and coolness on his back and the top of his head. He turned his head and said to Lu Minmin, "Success." Then Lu Minmin's nervous face relaxed, and she said: "It really scared me, I thought I'd stabbed you to death." He said, raising the back of his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Lu Xiaolong said: "Why is it so easy to die?" Lu Minmin twirled and gently pulled out the needle, a current ran up and down the spine again, but it was not as strong as before.Lu Xiaolong reported his feelings to Lu Minmin one by one, Lu Minmin withdrew the needle and said: "I'm sure of it." Lu Xiaolong reminded: "Did you remember just now, how deep was the injection?" Minmin glanced at him with a smile, and said, "Remember, but you can't pierce Ergou so deep, because he is smaller and his neck is thinner than yours." Lu Minmin took the acupuncture box and left in a hurry. Tang Beisheng said with a smile, "Just now, I was also very nervous. I really stabbed you to death. There will be no leader for our group." Lu Xiaolong smiled and said, "Again Give me a bowl of cornmeal batter." Tang Beisheng said, "No problem, I'll serve it for you." Lu Jimin looked at Lu Xiaolong with dark eyes, and said, "If we can cure the goat's horn madness this time, we Liu The educated youths in Fort created another miracle.” 卢小龙走出窑洞坐在小板凳上喝开了玉米糊糊，这一碗喝完了，大个子高伟民打头，在机磨房和油坊干活的几个知识青年都累得七扭八歪地拖着步子回来了。卢小龙对唐北生说：“这几个人累坏了，先给他们搞饭吃，我还得去打麦场，今晚上那里通宵干。”唐北生说：“等灶上的事都完了，我去打麦场上替你一会儿，你也不能二十四小时连轴转。”卢小龙拍了拍脑门，说：“让它多辛苦几天吧，你又不能替我当队长。”说罢便要往外走，唐北生喊了一声：“等等。”跑进窑洞拿出一件褂子和一封信，说道：“后半夜凉，你把外衣带上，这儿还有你一封信。”卢小龙接过衣服搭在肩膀上，看了看信，是沈丽从北京来的，便捏在手中，顶着月光往村外的打麦场走去。