Chapter 8 The second tripod

Ma Junren was born in a place called Gunzigou in the vast forest.The ancestors lived alone in Dashanliang, and the relics still exist.He has a wonderful way of feeding pigs.The previous generations are not counted as traditional farming families.Primary school was not finished, and the whole family went to Anshan. The team leader knelt down in front of the grave.The old horse said: "There is a bar between two mountains, and the emperor will come forth in generations!" I have always felt that dissecting and commenting on Ma Jiajun is a dangerous proposition, so I tried to dig out the many regularities and inevitability behind things and would rather ignore some trivial details.I have always wanted to restore the magnificent legend of Ma Jiajun to a simple and palpable living entity, so my running steps must travel through the early territory where the story happened.Root-seeking here becomes a kind of mission-oriented labor.

Northeast China has a long history and outstanding people. It is indeed a good place. Even if it is seen by the whole world, it is also a good place.We would sing since we were young: My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast, where there are forests and coal mines, and there are soybeans and sorghum all over the mountains... Liaoning Province is also a center of the entire three provinces in the Northeast.Overlooking the Liaodong Peninsula, there are mountainous areas in the east and west, and the Liaohe Great Plain in the middle extends to the southwest, inserting into the Bohai Sea and the Yellow Sea.What a fertile land this is!It is the most powerful heavy industry base in China.It is worth noting that compared with other provinces in China, Liaoning has a unique population composition. The province has a population of 40 million. Its urban population and rural population ratio is 1:1, while other provinces are dominated by rural population. .Therefore, the high proportion of urban population has greatly strengthened the unique national sports awareness for the entire Liaoning Province, and has become the foundation and soil of high-level competitive sports. Historically, the sports foundation is very solid.Some people say that in Dalian, an old lady who sells popsicles can judge what is offside while watching football.If you compare Liaoning with Beijing, Tianjin, and Shanghai, the municipalities directly under the Central Government, it has an advantage. The vast countryside and the rural population of nearly 20 million provide abundant human resources for the arduous competitive sports, which are inexhaustible. And it is inexhaustible, leaving Beijing, Tianjin, and Shanghai far behind.This is really a treasure land given by God.

The people who connect the urban sports awareness in Northeast China with sports activists in rural areas are the sports coaches at all levels in the three northeastern provinces.Ma Junren and others are like bridges. One end is stuck in the ancient black soil, and the other end spans to the urban sports field. Batch after batch of national champions and world champions have walked across this bridge, and the natural moat has become a thoroughfare. In the spring of 1995, Zhao Yu visited the Majiajun base in Dalian for the first time, and took a photo with the new members of the Majiajun reorganized after the mutiny.

On the Ching Ming Festival in 1995, Lao Ma drove the Shenyang-made Jinbei brand van (the other one was destroyed in a car accident), and pulled Qu Yunxia, ​​Dong Yanmei, Cui Ying, Jiang Bo, Bai Yu, Yin Li and other team members from Dalian After galloping more than 300 kilometers through Anshan, he wanted to go back to the depths of the mountains in his hometown in Liaoyang to visit the graves of his deceased parents-Lao Ma's father died of illness just before the Spring Festival this year.At this time, I was already in Anshan in advance, and while interviewing, I was waiting for Lao Ma's arrival.On the evening before the Ching Ming Festival, Lao Ma led the team members to Anshan to meet me and arranged for the team members to stay at the home of Zhang Juan's relatives.Lao Ma is not willing to let the players live in hotels.That posture is too big, it is not convenient for centralized management, and it costs more money.There are many benefits to going to a certain family to huddle together on the bed, and it is in line with the oriental family management policy that Lao Ma has always promoted.

Nutritionist Wang Wei also came in the same car with Lao Ma, and he could start cooking if necessary. Lao Ma's hometown is Liaoyang City, but it is very far away from the urban area and close to the edge of Anshan Mountain. It is located 50 kilometers southeast of Anshan Mountain. It is called Gunzigou Village, Taziling Township, Liaoyang City.This Liaoyang is not a place to be taken lightly. It is an ancient cultural city with many celebrities in history. In the history of contemporary sports, there are world famous table tennis player Li Li, shooting superstar Wang Yifu, and swimming heroine Dai Guohong.Ma Junren's reputation is even louder. The 1991 National Swimming Championship was hosted by Liaoyang City.Zheng Shiyu, the world champion of web swimming, is also a Liaoyang player. She actually broke the world record 24 times!I checked, and the proud figures in the Liaoyang sports world include the former captain of the national mountaineering team, the hero who conquered the roof of the world, the chairman of the Chinese Mountaineering Association Shi Zhanchun, the famous shooting athlete, Ma Qingshan of the Chinese Shooting Association, etc.You see, Li Li, Wang Yifu, Dai Guohong, Zheng Shiyu, Shi Zhanchun, Ma Qingshan, and now there is another Ma Junren, all from Liaoyang. This place is brilliant enough, all world-class.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, the old horse drove on the road, and we left Anshan and headed southeast.At first I thought it was just this car of people, but I didn't expect that there was a big bus with many young and old following behind.Lao Ma told me that this visit to the grave is different from previous years. In addition to burning paper for the mother who passed away in the early years, he also went to the grave to offer a hundred-day incense for the father who passed away before the Spring Festival. There are several more groups of daughters-in-law and sisters-in-law of the same generation.Ma Junren has a total of 9 brothers and sisters. Ma Junren has two brothers and a sister. He is the fourth eldest, and there are four younger brothers and one younger sister (the younger sister died of illness). There are also a large group of younger children in each family, all of whom are Ma Junren's nephews. Male and female nephews, counting in this way and including the athletes, the number of people who went to the mountain tomb this time exceeded 100, so a bus was needed.This time, the Ma family held the Ching Ming Festival in a particularly grand and grand manner. It was a unified and solemn action of the entire huge family - a veritable Ma family army.

The old horse was driving, and I sat beside him, chatting all the way.From this, I learned that there are many brothers and sisters in Lao Ma's family, each of whom has become a family. Each family still has many children, and the burden of life is heavy. They have been living a hard life in the past. But the brothers have inherited a good tradition from their father, that is, they are willing to endure hardships and make great efforts, and never bend down and complain under the burden of life.Except for Lao Ma himself, who is decent and beautiful, the other brothers are engaged in a lot of earning jobs in Anshan, such as drivers, transportation, repairs, etc. The culture is not high, but their lives are prosperous.The old horse became famous and won glory for the Ma family, and the whole family was very happy.The old four first turned around economically.But because there are too many children and relatives in the big family, it is impossible to take care of Ruyi for a while.Generally speaking, this is a very stoic, capable and pragmatic family.

Farther away from Anshan, the car got off the asphalt road and bumped forward on the gravel road.The mountains are getting higher and the river beaches are getting more and more chaotic, and the less people are living, the more the old horse talks.It can be seen that he does whatever he wants in the remote mountains and rivers of his hometown, but once he is in the diverse and complicated modern metropolis, it is often difficult to coordinate interpersonal relationships or even adapt.Conversely, many of his sayings, ways of thinking, and behavior are difficult to be accepted and understood by people outside the mountain. They always feel that he is half weirdo, half weird and not very gregarious.

Passing through a poor market town, Ma Jiajun stopped for shopping and prepared for lunch.This has been the practice for many years.The old horse first bought dozens of catties of vegetables, and then went to the pork rack to cut the meat. He was quite experienced and casually drew an arc on a piece of meat, but saw two big rings on his hand, one yellow and one white. A bright light flashed across the ground in the sun, the Nomura butcher looked at the big family, only thinking that the meat would sell quickly, before he had time to think about it, he lifted the knife and went down, weighed more than ten catties, picked the hook, rolled up the newspaper, paid the bill and left People, but they don't notice that the remaining half of the pork is already second-class and inferior, and it is not easy to sell.The old horse picked up the meat and left, whispering to me happily: This man is so stupid that he doesn't know how to sell meat.Selling butchers with knives requires a lot of skill, and no matter how big the account is, they have to match the good and the bad, otherwise the rest will be difficult to deal with.When he saw me swipe my hand, he was in a hurry to cut the knife. He just wanted to sell more. When the knife was halfway there, he regretted that the knife couldn't turn around, so he had to cut it for us!

After getting in the car, the old horse happily repeated that the butcher would not worry until we left.I wondered, could it be that the old horse also studied pigs?So he asked him: Have you ever fed pigs and sold meat?It doesn't matter if this question is asked, and the old horse laughed happily: I have fed pigs.A pig is a shrewd thing, it is neither stupid nor stupid at all, and it is even smarter than others! I was a soldier in 1962. I worked in the public security force of this province for 7 years, guarding prisons and detaining prisoners.I came back from the army in 1968. After a short training, I was assigned to Anshan No. 55 Middle School to teach physical education.I was just married at this time, and my family was in the countryside, and I rode a bicycle back and forth every day. At that time, the economy was tight, and every family was poorer than the other.I raised chickens first, and my income was low, so I couldn’t handle big things if I didn’t come in with money.It is said that raising pigs is better than raising chickens, so I thought about how to raise them so that they grow well and grow fast.Seeing piglets being sold in the market, it was very expensive and I was reluctant to spend that money. When will it grow up and be exchanged for money?That's too slow. I always wonder if there is another way?

I laughed when I said this: If you don’t raise baby pigs, what would you raise?Could it be that you really have a brilliant idea? The old horse continued: "Of course there is a brilliant idea!"In the countryside there is a kind of poor pig, which will never grow fat for a lifetime. It is so thin that it has only skin and bones. It doesn't grow meat. I don't know if you have such a pig in Shanxi?I said yes, it's common.Lao Ma said we call it Lao Chai Pig.Like a fucking handful of dry wood!I said that the villagers in Shanxi call it a shell pig, which means that it is dirty and has an empty shelf.The old horse said it was it!I will buy it!You can buy one for thirty or twenty yuan, which is not much more expensive than a piglet.If others don't make him fat, I want to try to make him fat or not!I thought that all this kind of pigs have not been well-trained, it is not delicious, and it must not grow fat.I first locked up the two useless pigs, squatted on the wall of the pigsty and looked at them, thinking, why can't they eat well?There is a reason for this, that is, the original owner spoiled it, its mouth became greedy, and its stomach became small. I fed it a ladle of pig food, and it looked up at me, and looked down at the rice dregs in the trough. Feed it a scoop and eat two mouthfuls, not serious.Ordinary people have long lost confidence, let it go and pull it down, so as not to drag it into the circle and not be able to clean it up.Then it can't grow any longer.I figured it out and found a way.I use a kind of hunger training method, you have to fight it!The whole day, I didn’t feed it anything, I just squatted on the wall and looked at it, it didn’t care, the next day I didn’t feed it, I still squatted on the wall to watch it, it couldn’t stand it hungry, looked up at me Howling and staring, I still didn't feed it. On the third day, it was so hungry that it was shaking like a dog, and there was no way to eat something good!At this time, I carry a bucket of water, and if I don’t feed it serious food, I give it a ladle of water, and it rushes up and drinks it!This day I just feed it water, drink as much as it wants, gurgling, drink up its belly, and pee after soaking. After a while, it will never be full, and it will always be hungry , just feed it thin soup, it is no longer picky eaters, it is very obedient, I lift the ladle here, it always rushes to drink, until the thin soup stretches its stomach, it no longer knows what it is If you are full, you will eat up whatever you give it, and lick all the trough! I laughed out loud!The old horse was also excited by the strange method he created, and became even more excited: at this time, you need to use washing powder and add a lot of food. If there is not enough concentrated feed, ferment the bean straw, break it up and feed it. Add a lot of washing powder, and the effect is very good , One by one desperately scrambling to eat, gaining weight one by one day by day, and the fat will be fattened by the moon!At that time, I couldn't come back from school at noon, but I couldn't afford to eat three meals of pig food in the morning, afternoon and evening, and I couldn't give it to others to feed, and others couldn't feed me, so I used my brain to solve this problem.I'll give it the pig food at noon and change it to midnight!In the morning, at dusk, and at midnight, three meals are not enough. In this way, I feed the pig in the middle of the night before going to school, and I go to school after feeding it in the morning. Hey, in just two months, the pig has grown to more than 200 catties. You can go out of the circle.The villagers didn't know the details, and they didn't know that we fed the pigs in the middle of the night, so they spread the word in amazement, saying what kind of clever trick Ma Junren used. He only fed the pigs twice a day, so why did the useless pigs grow so big? What about fat?Amazing! ——Speaking of this, he himself couldn't help laughing, and even said with a smile: After I found out this trick, I looked everywhere for this kind of firewood pig that no one wanted to raise, and I trained it when I bought it. I raised 11 pigs in the dog day, I trained them to line up, drove them around the village, 11 pigs lined up in a line, I was so bullish!The villagers looked greedy, poor!I want to know how this pig is done. I dare not sue them if I keep it secret. If I use this method, I can't buy Lao Chai pig.There are bad herd pigs who make trouble, you have to focus on training them.There are also those who have been trained repeatedly and don't remember things. If they don't taste good, they will affect other pigs. The pigs also watch and compare. They compare their courage with me.There was a pig that didn't eat well no matter how much it was trained, and it was so disobedient that I thought it had no future and would affect other pigs, so I beat it in front of other pigs.If you want to beat it, beat it hard. That time I beat it with a big stick on the wall. The other pigs knew it was afraid. I beat it and poked it. Don't let it go.It was in a hurry and I was also in a hurry. I crossed its neck and pressed it tightly in the middle of the bathing pit. The other pigs hid aside to watch, trembling with fright, and I scolded you, telling you not to eat well!Call you not delicious!Other pigs can understand it until it is suffocated to death in the muddy pit—the old horse speaks out of breath: I will never spare it lightly, I must kill a pig that violates discipline!Kill a hundred to warn others, kill pigs to show the pigs, in the future, the pigs I feed will swarm up, eat and drink fiercely, and they will all come out of the pen in two months, and one pig is getting fatter than the other. After being silent for a while, the old horse took a breath, and seemed to think of something again, and said: If a pig is too fat, it will cause problems. The intestines will get sick, and the liver will also get sick easily. Once it gets sick, it will not eat well.I also have a targeted approach. In the 1970s, government agencies and units enforced strict regulations, and no counterfeit medicines were seen. Western medicines in hospitals were no longer allowed to be used once they expired. These expired medicines can be bought very cheaply through a relationship.I often go to the hospital to inquire. Whenever there are expired medicines, I will buy some and keep them. There are anti-inflammatory injections and pills.You can't buy such good medicine now!I have gained a reputation for treating internal diseases of pigs, and some people even asked me to treat their pigs.Later, there was a surgical disease that stumped me, that is, pigs ate too much fat, always lay down on their stomachs and had little movement, and their skin was prone to leprosy. This is a very stubborn skin disease, and nothing can help.If the pig is too dirty, it is not easy to sell. I was so anxious that I used the local method to get on the horse. I first sprayed it with Liuliu powder, thinking that disinfection and sterilization would be the best thing, but it didn’t work, the skin was necrotic, and the pig bit and squealed in pain.I suddenly thought of gasoline again, so I brushed it with gasoline, and the sterilization effect was good, but the gasoline evaporated too quickly, and it stung the pig's skin.The meat on the fat pig was torn apart by the gasoline, and the meat was turned outwards!Looks like gasoline won't work, I switched to diesel.Why!Diesel is good, it works well, but it is still slow, and it makes a pig greasy.Finally, I tested the oil again, and the oil was the best!Since then, I have been using motor oil, adding some medicine to the canned bottle, and rubbing it three times. The skin disease will be cured, and a canned bottle is enough. Motor oil can be found anywhere, and it doesn’t cost much... Going uphill, the old horse shifts gears and refuels.The car travels on a rough road between two big mountains.After the old horse told the story of the pig, he looked quite proud.But I didn’t know what to say for a while. I just thought it was a miracle that this young man who was born and raised in the rural areas of northern China brought out the world champion and broke the world record.We seem to think of something else from his success in raising pigs. This is very specific, and deserves more attention than him raising flowers and dogs.I couldn't help but look back at Qu Yunxia, ​​Wang Wei and other team members behind me. Everyone didn't pay attention to the conversation between us, and the car was full of drowsiness. The old horse spoke again: "Old Zhao, don't laugh at me. In fact, I have a lot of real things in this dirty thing."We don't study much, and we love to ponder when things happen. I can't figure it out. I can't sleep.I say: You have mastered many simple dialectics in folk life, and you are very good at using these dialectics.The old horse said: The things in this world, if you think about it carefully, the truth is the same. It really echoes the old saying: theory is gray, but the tree of life is evergreen. The car passed by a small village, and there were many stacks of firewood one room high beside the road beside the village. It seemed that there was a lack of coal here, so they had to cut firewood all over the mountain.I said it was a pity for these trees, and the old horse said: What does the farmer know? How short-sighted!The backer must also be able to raise mountains, and only by raising good mountains can he raise good people.The farmers here not only cut down forests to burn firewood by themselves, but they have no choice but to cut down mountains because of lack of coal. What’s worse is that they cut down mountains and sell firewood for small money. The people who bought firewood outside the mountain drove trucks to pull them. The farmers thought they were getting a lot of money!In fact, this is all good wild oak wood. When it grows a little bigger, it can be made into floor materials. It is worth old money in the city!It's a pity that they were all burned. I don't know how much will be burned in a year. In the end, no one made a fortune. The per capita annual income is less than 500 yuan.The old horse said bluntly, if I let Ma Junren take care of this mountain, I will make a fortune!Not even 3 years! Fast forward to Gunzigou, Lao Ma repeated the same topic again and again, saying that this mountain is Fushan, which was ruined by others.He said: Our family used to live on the Dahei Mountain in the west. It is said that there is a big bird on the mountain. A few years ago, someone saw the big bird fly and landed on a hill in the east and disappeared. Someone dug on the hill. As a result, a large amount of gold was dug out.Many people have made a fortune.These mountains are treasure mountains! At around 10 am, Ma Jiajun arrived at Gunzigou Village, Taziling Township, Liaoyang City.Before and after the founding of New China, Lao Ma’s family lived exclusively in the dense forest of Daheishan, where the ancestral graves were all located.It was only when I started a mutual aid group that I gradually came down the mountain and moved to this village.Because my family had no land, they moved to Anshan in the mid-1950s, and the whole family went out from here.At that time, there were only about 20 households in the village. Several decades later, there are only about 70 households scattered in this ditch from east to west.The houses are all very low and low in the deep mountains and old forests in the northeast.The crowing of pheasants can be heard continuously from the surrounding mountains.The old cow is lying on the side of the road in the village, chewing the cud.The firewood stacks of each family have been blackened and rotted after a winter of frost and snow.All the stone courtyard walls are no higher than a person's head, and they are not neatly built.There are few new houses in the whole village, and the layout of the courtyard is very primitive and messy. Obviously, there was no unified plan when it was first built.The general impression is that the economy is not yet rich, but it is also comfortable and peaceful.If it is summer, I think it is a good place to escape the summer heat. Two passenger cars, one large and one small, drove into the village scraping firewood piles, but they didn't seem to cause much shock to the villagers. Anyway, they knew that it was Lao Ma's Anshan relatives who came back to the village tomb.Maybe the villagers are all doing the same thing today, so there are few people in the village. Lao Ma’s arrangement is to report to his uncles, brothers, and relatives first, unload the pork and vegetables bought on the road, and unload a large amount of yellow paper, and print the ones that need to be cut, and print them with iron molds—this I can go to the grave to burn it, so I took this time to drive me to a few places nearby, and borrow some bowls, chopsticks, pots and lamps to come back.Those who didn't go to the grave would set up a stove in the yard and set up a pot to steam the steamed buns. The brigade would go to the mountain to go to the grave. In the spring of 1995, Ma Junren (left) and Zhao Yu took a photo in front of the ruins of Ma Junren's ancestral home. With such an arrangement, I had the honor to drive with Lao Ma to a mountain village primary school 5 miles away.This is the earliest place where Lao Ma was enlightened. The limited culture of Lao Ma was learned in this dilapidated courtyard. The school faces south, and the courtyard outside the courtyard is full of mud after the permafrost first melted. , There is a school entrance without a door.The old horse was a little excited, and walked in quickly.Looking around, I seem to be looking for many treasures lost in my youth.In my eyes, this mountain village primary school is completely the target of the Hope Project. The classrooms are in disrepair all year round, the doors and windows are broken, and when I visit through the windows, I can see that the tables, chairs and benches are not in good condition, and the blackboards are full of cracks.Standing in the center of the courtyard and looking around the school buildings, it is like entering a large chariot and horse shop in the northern countryside decades ago, and it is difficult to find a little bit of cultural atmosphere.Today is the Ching Ming Festival, and it is a rest day, there are no adults or children in the school.The old horse turned around, and the crocodile leather shoes were covered with spring mud.He murmured, "This was the central school in the village back then. It was newer when I went to school. Why did it break down like this?"I still remember those teachers, and I don’t know where they live. This condition is not good.The old principal is very strict, is he still there?Tell me, Lao Zhao, I fucking go to school here. I was eight or nine when I first started school. Anyway, I was born in 1944, just a few years after liberation.I moved away when I was in the third grade. I was 12 when I moved to Anshan, and I continued to study for two years, and then I stopped going to school. We stood at the gate of the school and looked towards the south tenderly. The old horse was smoking one puff after another.The old horse pointed to the opposite valley and said in a low voice, when we were in physical education class, the teacher always asked us to climb this mountain.I always climb very fast. I feel hungry after a class, and I endure it when I am hungry.After school at noon, I ate the pancakes I brought from home.Every day I wear a small long bag around my waist, which contains textbooks and pancakes, and walk a long way to school. Just now we didn’t feel far by car, and it took a lot of work to get there.There are wolves in the mountains, who eat children and don't know how to be afraid.I have to cross a river every day, and when the river is flooded, I take off my burden and put it on my head to swim across the river.Once I was cleaning the class, and it was late after school at dusk. I hurried home, halfway across the cemetery, and ran into that old wolf, gray and bald. At first I just thought it was a dog, but after a few steps I felt uncomfortable Damn, it keeps following me, and I suddenly remembered that it was a wolf!I was sweating all over, fearing that it would pick my shoulders from behind, I hurriedly walked backwards facing the wolf, not daring to run, I walked backwards, and walked for several miles.The old wolf kept following it neither far nor near, and a few times it wanted to jump up, so I frightened it.Seeing the sun set behind the mountain, it was getting dark. Fortunately, I was close to the village, so I turned around and ran to the village. The wolf saw the lights in the village, so he didn't dare to chase.That time I was very scared. My mother later said that I was so scared that I was sick at home for several days.Alas, when I think of that time, I really have to bear all the hardships!I said with emotion: Yes, it’s really not easy. After the two finished talking, they turned the car back to the village. A fellow on the side of the road stared at the old horse in the cab for a long time, and suddenly shouted: "It's Ma Junren!"With a cigarette in his mouth, the old horse took off his black wool top hat and put it on again in a very western style to the fellow as a greeting. After returning to the village, the old horse and I unloaded the plates, bowls and chopsticks. People had already cut the yellow paper into many squares with a sickle, tied it up and loaded it into a cart. After pulling people, we left the village and walked westward for three or four miles. After driving, everyone got out of the car and walked up the mountain carrying the yellow paper.The rough mountain trails are thawing and muddy.There are absolutely no people living in this mountain, and frightened birds and beasts fly away from time to time.It is unimaginable to think that Lao Ma's family of more than a dozen people live alone on this mountain ridge, living a nearly primitive and self-sufficient life in the mountains and forests.In the early years, this was a no-man's land. Grandpa Ma's grandfather fled from other provinces and settled here. He sowed seeds and collected miscellaneous grains, and several generations survived.Year after year, the young and old of the Ma family must first overcome the ruthless natural disasters. Despite the ravages of wind, frost, snow and rain, the Ma family must persevere and persevere in order to survive, and finally learn to live in harmony with the wild mountains and forests and learn from nature. Milk nectar.There must be a reason for Ma Junren's perseverance.This vast mountain has been forging him since he was born. When Ma Junren was in the most difficult times, when he was most unhappy, when he needed strength the most, the first thing he thought of was always this big mountain and this ancestral homeland. His one urgent wish was to go back to his hometown and go up the mountain, to this quiet and desolate place. Sleep in front of the ancestral cemetery overnight, praying to the ancestors to bless him and guide him through the difficulties.Therefore, this land with thick rotting leaves will give him great comfort and a violent spirit, making him invincible.He came before Stuttgart and the 7th National Games, he came after the 7th National Games, and he came again before the Hiroshima Asian Games... What a sacred ceremony!Now, the old horse has been severely injured physically and mentally. He came here again, and it is unknown whether the gods in the dark can help him turn the tide again? In a gentle area, the roofless stone house of the Ma family remains, and the wind blows wild grass swaying between the stone gaps. The old horse told me, this is our home!I found a small reclining cobblestone roller. Decades ago, the young and old of the Ma family relied on it to crush the gifts of the mountains to satisfy their hunger.Lao Ma and I stood beside the ruined wall, smoked a cigarette, and took a picture.The stone house is only tens of meters away, and it is the cemetery. Piles of grave fires were lit, and the smoke and paper ash immediately scattered among the trees on the slope, and the sunlight pierced through the tall trees. It is black, the smoke is gray-blue, and the snow on the hillside is covered with snow. The smoke flutters in the sun and shines like a professional headlight. People in the backlight are like silhouettes when they kneel and stand when they are wearing colored lights.In front of each grave, there are kneeling descendants of the Ma family exchanging heart songs with the dead, and the whispering voice echoed softly in our ears. Paper was burned in front of the grave, and Ma Junren was the one wearing polite clothes in the back row. Ma Junren first knelt down in front of his father's grave, and the wreath left by his father after his death last winter was still in the snow.The wreath has faded a lot after the half-winter frost and snow.In the rural areas of Shanxi, the wreaths made of paper-made wreaths are generally burned, but for some reason they remain here today.Then he moved a few steps to the right, kneeling solemnly in front of his mother's grave, and in a deep, familiar voice, narrated his grievances about his fate and his complaints towards Wang Junxia and others. The whole process of burning paper at the grave was solemn and rigorous, in order.Qu Yunxia, ​​Jiang Bo and other new and old team members knelt in front of the grave to get up. I asked why there are no monuments and no words here in Lao Ma?The old horse replied in a low voice that he had planned to erect a monument for his parents a long time ago. Unfortunately, this year's leap is in August, so it is not appropriate to start construction, so let's erect it next year. People descended one after another.There was the necessary burst of weeping in the cemetery, and the women wept aloud to play up the happy ending of the whole event. We passed the old stone house again.The old horse stopped and stood facing the wind: Lao Zhao, can you see that this mountain is rare with good Fengshui and auspicious appearance!You see, in the words of the common people, two mountains are sandwiched by one bar, and emperors are born in generations.My grandfather has always been reluctant to move. Our family moved to the village down the mountain. It took several years to complete the move.After going down the mountain, his 80-year-old old man often went back to the mountain to collect medicine and hunt.When people in the mountains get sick, they all rely on herbal medicine. I have believed in this since I was a child.Later, my family did everything in the village, raising livestock, driving carriages, doing small business, collecting medicines and selling skins. We had no land, so we were forced to do so. I suddenly realized that the mountains and forests in the northeast are the base of the contemporary Ma family army. The old Ma’s family is obviously not a traditional Chinese farmer who focuses on farming alone. The Ma family’s ancestors have been longing for land for generations, and farmers without land are the most in danger. Constantly fighting and struggling have become the mainstay of the old Ma’s family for half a century. spiritual core.Survive in the cracks, survive by skills, and survive by knowledge. The harshness of life has tempered Ma Junren's hardship and perseverance, while the lonely and helpless life in the mountains and forests for generations made him lonely and abrupt, making it difficult for him to be kind, trusting himself too much, and caring less for others.The mountains are enough to make their roots deep and solid, but the mountains can easily cover his vision that should be wider; the mountains can give him a tough guy who is persistent, stubborn and unyielding, but it can also make him close his mind, narrow and stubborn. Connect with others. The direct reason for Lao Ma's family to move to Anshan was that his uncle, after participating in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, stayed in the urban area of ​​Anshan due to injuries and never returned to the village.In this way, Lao Ma's father and his family left Gunzigou and fled to the city.When he arrived in Anshan, he joined the transportation cooperative and drove a horse-drawn carriage to support his family.Ma Junren dropped out of school at the age of 14, insisting on lightening the burden for his father, scrambling to learn how to drive a horse-drawn carriage.He is small and needs to climb up from the back of the car. If he can't unload the car, he will find a place with a platform to stop and unload. If he has to work hard, he must learn to work smart.In his spare time, he walked 50 kilometers alone to visit his grandfather in the mountains of Liaoyang. He came out of Anshan in the morning and returned to Gunzigou before it got dark.Gradually he became independent and he grew up until later he joined the army. When I returned to the village for dinner in the afternoon, I paid attention to the photo frames on the wall of Lao Ma’s relative’s house. Many small black-and-white photos were tightly framed in glass frames.I accidentally saw the image of Ma Junren's mother from the photo.At this time, Lao Ma's sister introduced to me that my mother married from a village more than ten miles away to the mountains and forests, but she was a well-known neat person who loved to be clean and tidy, saying that people in the city were not as clean as she was. .The horse mother in the photo is obviously dressed after she moved to Anshan. She is wearing a deep-bottomed white flowered foreign cloth jacket, a pair of high-top black leather shoes with round toes, and cloth pants with fat legs. It looks like the style of the 1950s.She was sitting on a high stool, with a big square face, her hair was not messed up, and she looked solemn and serene.She would not have imagined that a few years after her death, her third son engaged in sports would mold her into a world-famous sika deer fairy... What made me even more happy was seeing a photo of Ma Junren when he was a soldier , with the words 1962 on it, was taken in a photo studio. The young Ma Junren is quite handsome, much like the movie actor Tang Guoqiang.He was wearing a military uniform with two beans on his collar badge. Someone next to him said he was a sergeant. He held a May 4th pistol in his right hand, pointed forward from his waist, and his eyes were piercingly hostile. Well, in a flash, more than 30 years have passed. Wang Wei was standing in front of the Xinbai stove in the courtyard, holding a ladle and holding a ladle, rolled up the sleeves of his clothes, his movements were swift and resolute, and the hundred and ten people had a meal, and it didn't take long for them to finish their meal without seeing him. The style of a professional sports team nutritionist. The relatives who had eaten surrounded Ma Junren and competed to talk. The buzzing atmosphere was very lively. I paid a little attention, and I heard that the conversation was basically the same thing, which was to ask the old horse to use as fast a rhythm as possible. Arrange jobs in the city for the next generation of nephews and grandchildren, so as to reduce the financial burden of each family.He only listened to the old horse's half-rejection and half-acceptance, and he said proudly: I am not in charge of the Labor Bureau of the Personnel Bureau...the mayor is not under my command, how can he be so fast?Is the mayor's office our home? Before dark, we returned to Anshan. The Ching Ming Festival in 1995 was spent grandly like this.As soon as I closed my eyes, I thought of the picture of those little athletes kneeling in front of Can Xue's grave, and the wind sounded like a drum in my ears.This scene remains in my mind, and it is difficult to erase it... It really is close to the water to know the nature of fish, and close to the mountains to know the sound of birds.