Chapter 2 first quarter

There is a Buckwheat Mountain Commune in Miliangba County in northern Yunnan, with an altitude of 2,600 to 4,100 meters.In the summer of a certain year, a middle-aged teacher was transferred from Aojifu. His name was Li Maigao, he was 42 years old, and his wife and daughter lived in the countryside outside the county.Mr. Li has been working for more than ten years, teaching in rural primary schools tens of kilometers away from the county seat.Buckwheat Mountain is 40 kilometers away from the county seat, and there is a road leading to the county seat.Teacher Li repeatedly applied for the rural primary school near the county town, but although he failed, the conditions were better than that of Ao Jifu.

The commune decided that Mr. Li should teach in Fara Primary School.Fara Brigade was thirty miles away from the commune.Teacher Li carried his luggage and went upstream along the ravine with the Fara villagers rushing to the street.The altitude is getting higher and higher.Arrived in Fara in the afternoon.There are three huge walls in the east, south and north, and a big ditch in the middle, where the mudslides flow westward.The mountains are desolate and the trees are sparse.The only crops are tartary buckwheat, oats and yams.The huts are connected to each other, and there are about hundreds of households.The sound of cocks crowing and dogs barking is endless.

On the black dirt road in the village, a child in ragged clothes, with tears on his face, and a snot all over his body was sleeping.Flies were all over them.The pig is chewing the child's clothes, shoes.The dog is licking the child's face.Chickens lingered around, waiting for an opportunity to peck the snot and eye droppings on the children.Children are often pecked awake from their dreams, crying loudly.There are dung ponds in front of every house, which stinks unbearably.Pigs rolled in the pond, and mosquitoes flew over it. The primary school is by the river dam in the center of the village, surrounded by four rows of earth-walled tile-roofed houses, which is the only tile-roofed house in Heiliangzi.There were seven or eight old people sitting on the muddy floor under the wall, either taking off their clothes to look for lice, or rolling up their trousers to press fleas.Those who know the arrival are elementary school teachers, and they all say hello.A lame middle-aged man, who claimed to be Du Xiaojiao, said: "The teachers are not here. Party Secretary Sun has just passed by." Then he shouted into the river: "Sun Jiangcheng." A man in his fifties, wearing double-breasted clothes and a felt jacket walked away. After listening to Teacher Li, he said: "Take the things to my house. I will live at my house tonight." That is to say, I helped carry Teacher Li's bedding.Teacher Li went north with him across the river dam to climb the mountain.Sun Jiangcheng introduced: "The mountain where my family is located is called Heiliangzi, with Dahongshan Liangzi in the east and Liangzi in the south. In the end, there are three Liangzi again: Huangmaopo Liangzi, Bald Po Liangzi, and Kong Huanxi Liangzi."

Heiliangzi is full of steep slopes with an inclination of more than 40 degrees, and three layers of cliffs.The road winds around the cliff.It took an hour to climb to the top.Dozens of families are huts.Pig dung and horse dung filled the road.Sun Jiang married a family in the village.Entering Sun's house, the thatched hut is dark and low, the gate, stairs, floor pillows, and walls are all as black as ink.The house was full of flies, and the sound of buzzing was extremely loud.A woman with small feet about fifty years old, that is, her grandson's wife Tian, ​​is using a wooden pendant to drop wool.A four or five-year-old child, covered in dust, crawled on the ground, listening to the sound of the pendant spinning.Sun Jiangcheng said to his wife: "Cook rice for the teacher." Tian hurriedly went to the field to pick buckwheat leaves and came back, washed potatoes and rice.Sun Jiangcheng said to the child again: "Rich people, climb out."

Sun Jiangcheng carried pine hairs to light the fire, and went upstairs to pick a pinch of yams to burn in the firepit.Immediately, the house was filled with firewood smoke, so that Teacher Li's eyes were full of tears. He hurriedly raised his sleeves to cover his eyes, pretended to go to the toilet, and escaped.Only Sun Jiangcheng's family has one toilet in the whole village.Teacher Li went to the toilet and looked around.In front of a hut, a woman was rubbing twine on her calf, spitting on her calf while rubbing.At the same time, I taught my five or six-year-old daughter to sing: "The Sulo shoes from the Miao family. The Sulo shoes, they don't stand up. The Sulo cabinets from the Miao family, the wardrobe."

When the masses came back from work, they all watched closely.Teacher Li wore a polyester cardboard Chinese tunic suit, polyester cardboard pants, and grass-green rubber shoes, which aroused the envy of the villagers.Knowing that it is a new teacher, they all greeted warmly.Teacher Li went back to the back of Sun Jiangcheng's house and saw an old man in his seventies who was reading "Zeng Guang Xian Wen", that is, talking with the old man.The old man's name is Sun Yunfa, and he is the father of Sun Jiangcheng.All of his readings are "The Jade Box" and the like. In front of the thatched hut, there was another ten-year-old child, covered in patches, reading on the floor.The old man said it was his great-grandson, Sun Jiang's grandson, named Sun Fugui.Teacher Li is a fan of "Three Kingdoms", so when he saw him read it, he immediately tested him: "Tell me about Guan Yu." The child gushed.Teacher Li nodded and asked, "What other books have you read?" The child said, ""Chairman Mao's Poems", "Chairman Mao's Quotations", "The Story of Dong Cunrui", "The Story of Lei Feng", "The Song of Ouyang Hai", ,,, "Railway Guerrillas", "Lin Haixueyuan"." Teacher Li said: "Who are the 108 generals of the Water Margin?" The child started from "Timely Rain Song Jiang" and recited the names and nicknames of more than 70 people .Teacher Li said: "You can recite the heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties again." The child then recited from "the first hero Li Yuanba" to "the twenty-seventh hero Cheng Yaojin".Teacher Li also asked him to recite quotations from Chairman Mao and Chairman Mao's poems.After taking the exam for half a day, Teacher Li was amazed at this discovery in this remote place, and asked, "When did you start reading?" The child said, "Before enlightenment, my grandfather taught me to recite quotations from Chairman Mao." After asking for a while, I found out that he was in the fourth grade and was at the top of the class.

A stocky young man in his thirties was sweating profusely when he came back carrying grass, and hurriedly greeted Teacher Li when he saw him.This is the eldest son of Sun Jiang, the father of the child, named Sun Pingyu.Sun Pingyu put down the grass and came to invite Teacher Li to sit at home.His home is in the forest on the edge of the village.The thatched hut is very short and small, and there is also a dung pond in front of the house. The pond is filled with stones, and the dung pond is black and smelly.Teacher Li stared at the stones in a daze.Sun Pingyu was afraid that Teacher Li would not be stable on the stones and fall into the cesspit, so he rushed into the house and carried a door panel out, put it on the stones, and helped Teacher Li over.The room was extremely dark, and Teacher Li couldn't see anything, so he had to stop still.Sun Pingyu dragged a bench and pulled Teacher Li to sit down. Teacher Li sat down for half a day before he could vaguely see the situation inside the room.The entire room is only tens of square meters, and half of it is used as a pigsty.Pig urine flowed out from the pen, only a few feet away from the firepit.The pig was hungry, humming loudly, trying to arch the gate.The stench came to the nose, and Teacher Li tried hard to bear it, wishing that there was something to seal his nose.Sun Pingyu was dressed in patches, and on his feet was a piece of rubber cut from a car tire. There were four eyes on the front, back, left, and right sides, and hemp twine was used to hold them together.Teacher Li said: "Did you buy it or make it yourself?" Sun Pingyu said: "I bought the rubber sole. I bought it and tripped it with twine. Anyway, people in agriculture, the price is corresponding. The weather is fine and easy to wear, and the sky is cloudy. It will slip, and the rubber will turn up on the instep.” Teacher Li said: “How long can it be worn?” Sun Pingyu said: “It is very durable, it is a car tire, and the skin of a human foot is flesh, how can it be worn through? A pair lasts for years."

Sun Jiangcheng called Teacher Li, and Teacher Li went back with him.The yams in the fire pond were cooked, and Sun Jiangcheng kept digging and handing them over.Teacher Li took the ashes and peeled the skin to eat.Soon the rice was ready, Sun Jiangcheng advised Mr. Li not to eat yams, but to wait for dinner.At dusk, the kerosene lamps are lit.Sun Jiangcheng went to invite Sun Yunfa, and immediately invited Mr. Li to the table for dinner.The dishes are two large bowls of bacon, fried potato shreds, and stir-fried buckwheat leaves.Sun Jiangcheng said: "Mr. Li, don't be surprised. In our place, this is the only way to treat guests." Teacher Li was also very polite.Sun Yunfa said: "Teacher, our place is poor! Unlike other places, not only rice and meat are served, but also side dishes. In our place, not to mention rice, even side dishes are difficult to grow. Now It’s not bad, I can afford a few catties of rice to eat during Chinese New Year. Before liberation, even during Chinese New Year, there were only one or two households in the village who could buy rice! This is one of the best families. Others are hungry. There is only your rice dam in the whole county for rice production. As the saying goes, "Jinjiang has a rice dam, and it is not afraid of famine elsewhere." Teacher Li was polite again, and the county town dam is indeed much better than this.

The buckwheat leaves have a special taste, so Teacher Li asked: "How do you make the buckwheat leaves?" Sun Jiangcheng said: "Pinch back the young buckwheat leaves, soak them in a pot of water, take them out, wash them with cold water, and squeeze them dry. You want to eat them." If you want to eat it hot, put it in a frying pan; if you want to eat it cold, dip it in salt water and eat it.” Fearing that Teacher Li would like it, he picked up a bowl and put it in front of Teacher Li. Sun's father and son do not smoke or drink.After the meal, Sun Yunfa went to rest by himself.Tian was busy grinding and sifting buckwheat noodles.When Mr. Li asked, Sun Jiangcheng said: "My family hired someone to cut down the tree today." Mr. Li was very puzzled when he saw that the buckwheat noodles were made into round dots the size of rice grains and steamed in a hanging pot, so he turned his head and looked into the pot. .Tian said with a smile: "This is buckwheat dough. It is made with wheat flour and is called wheat lump." Sun Jiangcheng said, "Teacher will try a bowl after a while."Teacher Li's eyes were full of tears again, and he hurried out of the room.The setting sun has gone, and the cold wind is blowing. Although it is midsummer, it is still like severe winter.Sun Jiangrong, Sun Jiangcheng's younger brother, came back from herding sheep, carrying a load of firewood on his back, panting from exhaustion, and rested for a long time on the uphill ridge.When I wanted to walk again, I struggled several times and couldn't get up.Teacher Li ran to push the firewood hard from behind, and finally pushed him up.Sun Jiangrong and Sun Jiangcheng live together.Sun Jiangrong carried the firewood to the front of the house to rest, shut up the sheep, then took up the felt coat and lay down in the garden next to the house.Teacher Li shivered from the cold, hurried back to Sun Jiangcheng's house, and reached out to the fire to keep warm.Sun Jiangcheng hurriedly found a woolen felt sweater for Teacher Li to wear, and brought some strips of black mud and burned them in the fire.Teacher Li questioned, and Sun Jiangcheng said: "This is turf, also called Haifang. The grass in the ditch rots, and after a few years, it becomes turf. This thing can be boiled, and a piece of turf will not be extinguished after burning for a day. You come to Fala For work, I need to prepare a few things for the winter: woolen felt sweaters and turf. Without these two things, I can’t survive the winter.” Teacher Li thanked him, thinking: bad, bad.

Sun Jiangcheng's second son, Sun Pingyuan, came in.Sun Pingyuan just got married.Sun Pingyu and his wife brought their eldest son Fugui, their second, third and fourth sons.Sun Jiangcheng's youngest son, Sun Pinggang, and youngest daughter, Sun Pinghui, have also returned.A total of more than a dozen people helped to cut down the trees, and they sat in a room.The dishes are still pork and buckwheat leaves.Sun Jiangcheng brought a bowl of buckwheat lumps to Mr. Li, and said: "Broth soup is the best." He scooped up a spoonful of soup. It was dark, and there were many people in the house, so one kerosene lamp could not illuminate enough, and it was only slightly brighter by lighting several kerosene lamps.Kerosene lamps are made from inkwells.Pierce the cap of the bottle and insert it into a tube wrapped in a round iron sheet. Inside the tube is a strand of cotton thread, and the kerosene in the bottle is soaked in the cotton thread to illuminate.There is another protective device for going out with the lamp at night: a section of log dug at one end just enough to hold the kerosene lamp is perforated on all sides, and four iron wires are threaded to connect with the cylindrical wire mesh above the lamp, and an iron wire is attached to the cylinder.When traveling, put the bottomed wine bottle into the net to protect the lamp flame, and the light shines on the road through the wine bottle.It's like a horse lantern, but it's not as many as a horse lantern, and it can't compare to the flashlight that Mr. Li brought.

After dinner, everyone moved to the fire.These people include Sun Jianghua, cousin of Sun Jiangcheng, Sun Pingwen, son of Jiangrong Sun, Chen Minghe, father-in-law of Sun Pingyu, and Cui Shaoyun, Wang Yuanfu, and Zheng Guocai from the same village.The turf was very hot, and Mr. Li was sweating.Seeing this, everyone laughed and said, "Teacher, is our place good?" Teacher Li lamented the grandeur of Mount Fala.Sun Jiangcheng said: "Poor mountains and bad waters! Dahongshan Liangzi is the highest in the county, with an altitude of more than 4,000 meters. It still hits frost and snow in dog days. Toudaoyan, Erdaoyan, and Sandaoyan are all cliffs. The reason why They are called Toudaoyan, Erdaoyan, and Sandaoyan, because they are on the first, second, and third rock waists. There is only one maomaolu on the cliff. Liangzizi is because Liang Zisheng is extremely arrogant. Heiliangzi got its name because of its eerie spookiness. Bald-headed Po Liangzi got its name because it was bare and nothing. Huangmaopo Liangzi got its name because it only grew a few yellow grasses. Konghuanxi Liangzi came from the fact that former businessmen went to Kunming, Nanguang, You have to pass through here when you leave Wumeng. Looking at the bottom of the mountain, Kong Huanxi is the tallest beam. He thought he would climb over the beam when he went up to the top. Unexpectedly, he climbed up tired and hungry, and he saw that he had to climb even higher. Son, isn’t it empty joy? From these place names, we can know the degree of poverty and backwardness in our place.” Cui Shaoyun took it and said: “There are many folk songs about poverty in our place. Life is made of yams. If you want to have a meal of yams, you have to wait for your wife to go into confinement.'" Sun Jianghua immediately retorted: "Only you, Cui Shaoyun, and others would stop doing business and sing such an ugly folk song. Let me tell the truth. Mr. Li, you can try to climb Toudaoyan and Erdaoyan in the future. No foreign cadres have ever climbed Sandaoyan. Teacher Liu Guangming, who taught here in the past, was in good health and courage, and only climbed Erdaoyan. I dare not go up again. That year came Zhou Wenming, who only climbed up the Toudao Rock, but couldn’t get down. We went to memorize it.” Teacher Li said, “Have Liu Guangming and Zhou Wenming been here?” Sun Jiangcheng said: “ We've been here for several years. Do you know them?" Teacher Li said, "I know them all." Sun Jiangcheng said: "Teacher Liu has been in Fala for more than ten years, and Sun Pingyu is his student. He is very good with us. He is the most familiar with Fala. Zhou Wenming is going to the countryside. This person likes to do research. In order to prove that Fala used to have In the primeval forest, I also took him to the Liangzi of Dahong Mountain and found two tree stumps the size of my main house." Teacher Li was taken aback: "How is such a thick tree possible?" Everyone said that there is such a big tree.Chen Minghe said: "Teacher, Sun Jiangcheng's words are true. I haven't read a book for a day, and I don't know the word 'one' as big as a shoulder pole. I can't coax you. When I was young, a white papaya tree fell down in Liangzizi. How many of us A sheep herder burned yams on the tree to eat. There was a fire in the middle, and six people sat around the fire on the tree. How thick do you think the tree is? As far as the heart of the tree is concerned, it must be five or six feet." Sun Jiangcheng said: "What Chen Minghe said happened 30 years ago. At this time, there were few big trees. In the past, Fara Village was full of old forests. Because the forest is too big, there are no tigers, leopards, wild boars, old bears, etc.? Wolves Hundreds and thousands of wolves pass by the black beams, people’s eyes are too dazzled to count, and the wolves are still passing one by one. At night, the beams are colorful and hundreds of wolf eyes are colorful, and Dahongshan is colorful Hundreds of wolf eyes, black beams colorful hundreds of wolf eyes, people are not scared to death. Fara people can't afford to live here, the old ancestors had no choice but set fire to the forest of several beams. The fire lasted for several months. The soil was still smoking after more than a year. But after the fire, the forest grew desperately, and the tigers and leopards came back. The ancestors had to set the fire again every few decades. We The big trees I saw when I was young were all grown from small trees after being burned many times, and it took a few people to surround them hand in hand. The soil in Fara was burned to ashes. The previous soil was formed by the rotten leaves of tens of thousands of years How good do you think it is? How many times have you burnt it? It’s still black soil tens of feet deep. The potatoes are planted and harvested in a few months. Each potato is four or five feet long and needs to be carried on a back frame.” Teacher Li didn't believe it and asked everyone.Everyone said it was true.Cui Shaoan said: "My grandfather planted seven manjings in Huangmaopo, and he carried them home seven times. He carried one manjing at a time. Each manjing weighed more than 100 catties." After hearing this, Teacher Li laughed and smoked with everyone. , Said: "I seem to be listening to a myth! I dare not tell the truth when I go back to Miliangba, otherwise people will think I am crazy and talking nonsense." Sun Jiangcheng said: "The wormwood at that time was as thick as my fist and taller than my house." Teacher Li interrupted him and said: "I don't believe it at all. Let me ask you: Is wormwood a tree or a grass? "Sun Jiangcheng said: "It used to be a tree, but now it is grass." Teacher Li laughed: "Artemisia is a herbaceous plant, not a tree at all. How can grass be as thick as your fist and taller than your house?" Sun Jiangcheng said : "Anyway, I'm telling the truth, I won't lie to you. If you don't believe me, you can ask others." Sun Jianghua said: "Mr. Li, this is true. In the past, our river dam was full of wormwood, like a forest. The old ancestors The fire is set on fire every year, and the burn is endless. When plowing after burning, both oxen cannot plow. Long poles, no ears, grow taller than this house, and they all fall to the ground when the wind blows. Wheat grows deeper than this house, do you believe it?" Teacher Li shook his head helplessly: "It's not that I don't believe it. It's these claims themselves Unbelievable." Sun Jiangcheng said: "At that time, people could only grow artichokes, but could not grow buckwheat. Because the soil quality and climate were too good, buckwheat could not be harvested. There are so many big ditches in Fara now, because they used to drag wood into troughs, and when it rained, the soil was too fertile. It is thick and cannot be kept. When the rain comes, it will follow the water and become a big ditch. It is because this place used to have good mountains, good water, good soil, good climate and good crops, so our ancestors came here. Fara There are only so many people in the village. Now Fara is the most populous brigade in the whole commune, only 200 people less than the most populous brigade in the county. Once the county party secretary asked me why there are so many people in Fara because it is an alpine mountain village I told the reason, but he didn't believe it. I said, "Secretary, think about it. If the mountains and rivers run out like now, who will be patient? How could there be more than 3,000 people. There are so many people. Doesn't it mean that this place used to be very big?" Appeal?'" Chen Minghe said: "The old people will be sad after they have finished their happy days. When we were young, there were not many stones in Fara Village, and there were black soil everywhere. Now, as soon as the soil is washed away, the stones are exposed. The water hits the mountains, and the river dam is full of stones. In a few years, even the teacher’s elementary school will be washed away.” It blew like this until midnight, and everyone dispersed.Sun Jiangcheng poured hot water in a copper basin, and Teacher Li washed his feet and rested.The wool felt on the bed was very warm.The altitude was high, Teacher Li reacted a little, couldn't fall asleep, and talked with Sun Jiangcheng in bed again. The next morning, Teacher Li was invited to have dinner at Sun Pingyu's house.The grandson's wife is in her thirties, very smart and beautiful.Under Sun Fugui, the second son Fucai is nine years old, the third son Fumin is seven years old, the fourth son Fuhua is five years old, the fifth son Fupin is three years old, and the sixth son has just been born.What I ate was wheat lumps.Seeing that his family was poor, Teacher Li insisted on giving Sun Fugui one yuan after dinner, but Sun's family resolutely refused to accept it.Teacher Li must give it.The grandson's family took it, only two eggs, boiled and Mr. Li took it on the road.Sun Jiangcheng baked two buckwheat cakes for Mr. Li to take for lunch.Because school has not yet started, Mr. Li went back to the county.He walked all the way and looked back, feeling very chilled.After running around for most of my life, I came to such a poor and backward place. I don't know when I will be able to transfer back to my hometown and reunite with my family!At the same time, I feel sorry for these people, there are plenty of good places in the world, why bother to spend my whole life in this place?Thinking about the Sun family, who have been here for hundreds of years and six generations, I don't know how they got here!Sun Yunfa, Sun Jiangcheng, Sun Pingyu, and Sun Fugui, this cycle goes on and on from generation to generation, when will they come out?Looking at the buckwheat in the bag, Teacher Li shook his head: There will never be a bright future!How can you get ahead!It's harder to get ahead than to reach the sky!In comparison, Mr. Li felt much luckier.So I feel happy.Thinking about the strange talk last night, seeing the wormwood on the side of the road, no more than a foot deep, not as thick as a human's little finger, neighing in the wind, I felt very absurd and laughed. On this day, Teacher Li went to the street, met Liu Guangming, and started talking.Teacher Liu said: "Farana is a complicated place. It has the largest population and many people work outside. There are only six or seven people working in the county. There are many families. There are more than 30 surnames in Farana, with a population of more than 100 people. There are the Wu family, the Jiang family, the Chen family, the Xie family, the Luo family, the Wang family, the Yue family, the An family, and the Cui family, and you compete for it in the village." Teacher Li said, "What about the Sun family?" Teacher Liu said, " The Sun family is a small family, probably only 40 or 50 people. The grandparents of Sun Jiangcheng and Sun Jianghua only came to Fara Village. The three brothers of Sun Yunfa’s family. Sun Yunfa’s two sons, Sun Jiangcheng and Sun Jiangrong, and Sun Yunquan’s two sons, Sun Jianghua and Sun Jianghan Sun Jiangfu, Sun Jiangwan, Sun Jiangliang, and Sun Jiangcai were the descendants of Sun Yunsi. Although the family is small and the population is small, the Sun family has always controlled the Fara regime. When it was first liberated, Sun Jianghua was the party representative, and Sun Yunzhou was the chairman of the Agricultural Association. Sun Jianghua and Sun Yunzhou Just after stepping down, Sun Jiangcheng was appointed secretary of the party branch. There are three masters, Sun Yunfa, who are famous for their hard work. Sun Yunfa farms the land, day and night. Two oxen plow the field, and when the ox is tired, replace it with another pair, and the people never stop. Breakfast and lunch are served by When his family sent them to the field, he didn't stop to eat. Instead, he held the plow with one hand and kneaded the buckwheat cake with the other. He took a bite of the buckwheat cake and yelled at the cow. Two brothers, Sun Jiangcheng and Sun Jiangrong, went to the mountain to cut bamboo seedlings when they were young. Just one hilltop, Sun Jiangrong cut off a ravine, from then on the two brothers got nicknames: Sun Jiangcheng called "Sun Shantou", and Sun Jiangrong called "Sun Shangou". Sun Jianghua is good at playing ghosts. People describe him as cunning and changeable compared to Sun Wukong, so they gave him the nickname "Monkey Sun". The nuclear weapon is black, and it is very appropriate to describe Sun Yunzhou in two ways, so he was nicknamed "nuclear weapon". Although the Sun family is small and its branches are not far away, the internal struggles have been overwhelming for decades." Teacher Li said : "Who is fighting with whom?" Teacher Liu said: "Sun Yunquan of the second room and Sun Yun of the small room are fighting together with Sun Yun of the Zhou family, and Sun Yunfa of the eldest room, you will know in the future." Teacher Li met Zhou Wenming who had just been transferred from the education system to the Propaganda Department of the County Party Committee.Zhou Wenming said: "The story of Farana is magical and I can't finish it. Just say that Liangzi of Dahongshan is the commanding height and center of the whole county. Whoever wants to control Miliangba County must control it. So for hundreds of years , Mountains attack north and south, mountains invade south and north; mountains fight east and west, and Shanxi conquers east. They are all in Dahongshan, endlessly, so they have to negotiate. First, the blood of human beings stained the whole mountain red, and then the blood of livestock that was killed for the oath The mountain was dyed red, and both sides of the alliance vowed to be auspicious, and they jointly called it Dahongshan. For hundreds of years of offensive and defensive fighting, the Fara site is full of camps, such as "old camps", "rotten camps" and "new camps". , "camping" and so on, all reflect this period of history. There are also "killing tartar ditch", "killing barbarian ditch" and so on, which refer to the fact that the tartars were all killed, and the corpses were piled up in ditch after ditch. The ditch was named after it was filled with soil and trees. The environment nurtures people, and the Fara people are barbaric and rough. In the decades since liberation, the Fara people have continued to struggle. It is barbaric. When I was in Fara, I saw them robbing several daughters-in-law from other villages. But there is another miracle in this place. From the Qing bandits and anti-tyrants, the anti-tyrants and the "Cultural Revolution", where in China did not die? But Fala In the previous campaigns, ten people did not die. The Fara people said it was because their village had good geomantic omen, but I think it was because they were all descendants of immigrants from the Central Plains with high quality. The Fara people were all immigrants from Nanjing and Jiangxi I have always wanted to go back to Fala to interview and write something, but unfortunately I have never had time.” The two said that they had already arrived at the county party committee, and Zhou Wenming took Mr. Li to the Ministry of Agriculture and Industry to meet with the people who work here Cui Shaowu from Fara.When Cui Shaowu was free, he introduced Mr. Li to Jiang Yuankun, cashier of the county party committee working in the county, and Wu Guangwen of the county supply and marketing cooperative.