Chapter 5 〇Four old people and boats, voluntary ferry for 50 years - record of the second national moral model Zhao Yonglu

January 22, 2010 is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in Ji Chou Year.There is a folk proverb in Northeast China, "Laba, Laba, your jaw will freeze off". In a world of ice and snow, the temperature is usually around minus 30 degrees Celsius. It is customary to avoid going out for long distances.At this time, I was ordered to go north to Huanan County in Heilongjiang Province to interview Zhao Yonglu, a national moral model.My family was worried about my health and said it would be better to choose another time.Although I had the optimism that "life begins at the age of 60", once the age passed the "seventy", the feeling of powerlessness became more and more obvious.After reading Zhao Yonglu's deeds, the first harvest is to increase my optimistic self-confidence: Mr. Zhao is 74 years old, and he is still a voluntary ferry. We are about the same age, and I just sit in the car, open my mouth, write, What are you worried about?

At about 6 o'clock in the morning, the leaders of the Provincial Civilization Office enthusiastically sent a car to Harbin Railway Station, and then took the express train of the Harbin-Jia Line to Jiamusi City, and arrived at the terminal station after 6 hours.The administrative division of Huanan County is located in the territory of Jiamusi City, and the work is also under the leadership of Jiamusi City.Walking out of the platform exit, Section Chief Jiang from Jiamusi City Civilization Office and Deputy Director Xu Congguang from Huanan County Civilization Office were there to greet me. Drive towards Huanan County.The economic development of Huanan County is relatively lagging behind. On the bus, I intentionally reminded that the board and lodging expenses for this interview will not be borne by the county.Deputy director Xu Congguang is young and has a hearty personality. After hearing what I said, he laughed like an old acquaintance: The county is poor, but it can afford a few meals!Besides, the changes have been rapid in the past few years, and the "hats" of poor counties are about to be removed.He saw that I was listening intently, and said in a deliberate manner: "If you are poor, you want to change, and it will not affect the emergence of various heroes and models. Old Zhaotou is the only person in Heilongjiang who was named the second national moral model." !He was born in Tugangshan Town, our county...

If you are poor, you want to change, it is a rule of life.Reminiscent of Zhao Yonglu's deeds, poor people can keep morality, poor people can give lectures, believe in a word of "benevolence" in the traditional Chinese culture; handle things harmoniously, without the slightest speculation psychologically, what a stalwart the quality of this person should be ! Xu Congguang answered the phone in the car and told me: Mr. Zhao just happened to come from Yilan (county) to Huanan (county) to visit his in-laws, and he will arrive in the county soon. I will ask him to wait for you at the County Civilization Office.

Walking into the office of the Wenming Office of the Huanan County Committee of the Communist Party of China, as soon as I sat down, I heard someone knock on the door, and then a man of medium build walked in, wearing a Lei Feng-style fur hat and a half-sized cotton jacket. , with a travel bag in his hand, standing here, looking thick and strong.His eyes "groped (searched)" to the people in the room, and I also looked at him, feeling familiar——I remembered seeing him on TV, so I hurriedly got up to greet him, shook hands with him and said: Hello !You are Zhao Yonglu, a national moral model... Before I could finish my words, he replied with a loud voice and bright eyes: I am Zhao Yonglu.

Zhao Yonglu's big hands held me tightly, and I felt that those big hands were as powerful and hard as iron rakes.I couldn't help taking a closer look. The back of the hand was rough, the palms were calloused, and the knuckles were bulging. They were as stiff as bamboo joints and as strong as iron pliers, no less than a lively young man.I thought to myself: it is these hands that have punted voluntarily for 50 years, which is convenient for the folks. In half a century, it has only shown the bright heart of an ordinary people and inherited the virtues of the Chinese nation of "benevolence and righteousness".

He took off his coat, his thick eyebrows flickered slightly, the corners of his mouth were raised, with a serious and sincere expression.His two ears are larger than the average person's, with thick earlobes, and his entire outline is staring forward. He really looks a bit like a kind-hearted "Maitreya with a big belly" Buddha.He returned the letter of introduction and said: What are you doing with the letter?Lao Yuan told me about this a long time ago.The old Yuan he was talking about was the deputy director of the Provincial Civilization Office, and he had taken him to Beijing to participate in award-giving activities, so he was considered an old friend.I said, I said I came for an interview, but I actually came to learn from your old man. It is not easy to ferry half a century on duty!The Central Propaganda Department and the Central Civilization Office call on 1.3 billion people across the country to learn from you!

His eyes became brighter, he stretched out his hand to scratch the short hair on his head, and said a little shyly: What do I have to learn?I have done such a small thing in my life, and the government has given me such great honor.He looked me up and down, and said jokingly: If you learn from me, you have to punting. Can you do it with your body? We both had fun. Old Zhao talked very casually.He has a cheerful personality, humorous language, witty and witty.When I was eating, I saw that Lao Zhao was not moving his chopsticks, and I was puzzled. The waiter brought an egg fried with leek powder and fried shredded mutton, and placed it neatly in front of him.I knew it was specially prepared for him, so I couldn't help asking curiously: Brother Zhao, are you a Muslim—a Hui?

Zhao Yonglu took a bite of the food, clicked his tongue, and replied: I, like you, am a Han Chinese.This special dish for me, without salt, is bland, if you have this kind of food, try it. I shook my head repeatedly and said no, but I was eager to get to the bottom of it.Xu Congguang explained from the side: Uncle Zhao doesn't eat salt.It is his living habit.Want to ask why?There is also a history of revolutionaries... Zhao Yonglu's father, and Zhao Shangzhi, a well-known general of the Anti-Union Alliance, are sworn brothers.Zhao Yonglu has been doing various chores at home since he was sensible.He went to school late, and after graduating from elementary school at the age of 16, he followed his parents to work as a miner in the Xingshan Coal Mine in Hegang. In 1960, when I was suffering from disasters and starvation, I suddenly contracted a strange disease—stinging pain all over my body. I sought doctors and medicines everywhere, but no one could tell what was wrong. Even the Soviet doctor with yellow hair shook his head when he saw it.Later, a worker brought an old lady with small feet. The old lady groped his hands and face, and said a "salt allergy syndrome" for the first time.The treatment plan she prescribed is: as long as you live in a humid place and don't eat salt all year round, the disease will naturally heal.Since ancient times, I have been going to the doctor when I am sick. Since the pain is unbearable, I might as well try the old lady's prescription.So, he returned to his hometown in Huanan County—the bank of the Woken River in the south of Huamushan Village, Yanjia Township to open up wasteland and farm.It is also because he has a predestined relationship with this side of water and soil, and since then the disease has disappeared, and he can no longer live without this track of life.

I believe in Zhao Yonglu's experience, and I still feel strange in my heart. It is said that if people don't eat salt, they will lose energy and their hair will turn white. Isn't that how the movie "White-haired Girl" was shot?But in front of Lao Zhao's black beard, each one looks like a shining steel needle, and he looks full of energy. Maybe it has something to do with his kind heart, open-minded temperament, and punting on the river all day long? The Woken River where Zhao Yonglu punted was very attractive to me. When I came here, I mentioned the topic of visiting the Woken River, and the driver said at the time: "The snow is thick there, and my car can't get in."If you want to go, you have to try a "Lynx" car.

Out of my habit of interviewing, and more importantly, out of my desire to have an in-depth understanding of Zhao Yonglu, I toasted the ministry leaders and brought up the old story again regarding the matter of going to the ferry by the Woken River. In the early morning of the next day, Mei Jianjun, the publicity committee member of Yanjia Town, specially brought a van, and the driver also chose a skilled driver.Leaving Huanan County, head south all the way to Huamushan Village, Yanjia Town, a hundred miles away. I really want to find unique shining points in Zhao Yonglu's daily life.While driving, he caught the topic of him not getting married until he was 60 years old, and opened his chatter box with a single sentence.

I asked: A few years ago, why did you always "play a bachelor" and don't want to find a woman? Old Zhao's face showed a moist color, and he said jokingly: Where did you say?It's not that I don't look for women, but that all women come to me, not one or two, but a lot of them one after another.But after a while, they ran away one by one. I don't understand: why did you run away? The old Zhaotou explained: I don't need money to sail the boat, and there is no one in the hundred miles around the border of these three counties that I don't know.Some women think that I am good-hearted, kind, willing to help others, and reliable, so they come to "pull" me.People are rushing to come, can I still push it out? I purposely piqued his interest: Heaven and Earth don't worship anymore? Old Zhao said happily: "On the big wasteland on both sides of the Woken River, I'm the only one with a small shack. There's not even a partition in it. If you don't leave, you have to live there. The locals call this "fighting friends"... The family lived for a year and a half, and the pigs were slaughtered one by one without scalding them with hot water——they withered away. Old Zhao continued: Why?Think about it - I don't eat salt, I can't even eat a piece of rice, and it's troublesome for others to cook.Besides, there is no electricity, no radio, no TV, and there are only two living people and a dog at night, which is as boring as it gets, can people not leave? Old Zhao was quite unconvinced: Who said I have no children?I have two daughters.It's true that I picked it up, but it's also my heart, so kiss me! I think, because of his disease, he took root in the wasteland on the river beach. He not only survived his youth, but also survived the most creative years of his life, which affected his childbearing. Not only did he not complain, but he was also so helpful, open-minded and optimistic. What kind of state of mind? Zhao Yonglu's wife is Xu Guifen, who has just turned 60 years old, with a slender figure and a peaceful face. This time, he is visiting relatives with the old Zhao Tou, and he is also in the car with us.I joked to Xu Guifen: Why didn't the sister-in-law leave? Xu Guifen was teased by her wife, she also "giggled" and said with a smile: Don't listen to him being smug, just me, no one else will follow him! There was another burst of laughter in the car. The car arrived at a place called "Xiaobei'an", and the snow on the road was waist deep.The bulldozer pushed out a very narrow eye, with towering snow walls on both sides, and the car seemed to be passing through a silver tunnel.Although the driver's skills are absolutely first-class, he has to stop and go, especially when he sees an oncoming car, he has to stop in advance. The car is close to the snow wall and carefully gives way to the other party.When he finally arrived at Huamushan Village, the village party secretary Wang Jun was waiting at the head of the village. He got in the car and said: Call the farmers in the village to hold a meeting at the woman director's house, and let everyone talk about the old Zhaotou in Woken River. I was still thinking about the Woken River, so I asked: Have you reached the Woken River? Wang Jun replied: Is it the Woken River?It's still ten or twenty miles away from here. We walked into a newly built five-room large tile-roofed house, with local heating and heated kang heads, and immediately felt warm; there were also pots of flowers, and the windows were bright, making it extraordinarily warm... I asked Wang Zhishu: How many households are there in the village with such houses? Wang Jun said: There are more than 300 households in the village, and there are probably 70 or 80 households with such houses. I said: It's a quarter of it.I heard that your village used to be a famous village for petitioners, why has it changed so much now? Wang Jun smiled and said: In the past few years, Mr. Zhao's affairs have become famous in the whole province and the whole country, and our village has also gained a lot of fame.People looked up to him and started to get rich... Dozens of villagers came one after another. They heard that they were talking about Old Zhao, and they all scrambled to speak. Some said that he was a voluntary ferryman, some said that he raised children, and some said that he rescued people on ice. Yes, sometimes they say it all together... After everyone dispersed, I mentioned the matter of going to the Woken River again. The village party secretary Wang Jun and the driver showed their embarrassment again, and while leading me towards the south of the village, they said, "Old Lu, you can only look at the Woken River this time. Buried, a vast expanse of whiteness, far and near the same. We stood on the hill, looking out in the direction of the Woken River.The driver felt sorry, so he told a past story, saying that someone came to interview two years ago, it was raining, the road was muddy, and the off-road jeep got stuck and couldn't move.A young couple who ran a fishpond passed by. They were very happy to hear that they were interviewing Old Zhao. They said that Old Zhao was a good man, and they often took his boat.He said to the helpless reporter, don’t worry and go to the interview, I will pull your car out with four wheels.He then said with a smile: "The snow is so deep today, our car got stuck, but we can't find anyone to help!" Woken River is the place where old Zhaotou created miracles in the world. It is the place where he has been helping others for decades. I am still unwilling to go deep into the field.It is recommended to find a few large plastic bags, put them on the outside of the shoes, and then tie them on the legs like wearing stockings, and open a snow track... The village party secretary Wang Jun pondered for a moment, pointed to the direction of the Woken River and said, "As soon as I say it, you will understand. It is the boundary river of three counties. It is usually 80 meters wide and can exceed 100 meters when it rises; when the water is shallow, it is one meter. Deep, three to five meters when the water rises... After reaching Jianglongtun in Yilan, it flows into the Songhua River.The area where Uncle Zhao ferryed was sparsely populated and belonged to the "Three No Matters". There has never been a bridge. dead.Uncle Zhao had a chivalrous heart when he was young. He wanted to make things convenient for the villagers, so he spent his own money to build a boat and started ferrying on a voluntary basis. Seeing that I had no obvious intention of giving up, he said with concern in his eyes: Mr. Lu, I can understand your concern for that river... But, your old man is in this snow nest, and if something goes wrong, I will really take responsibility. Sorry! The old Zhaotou also added: There is such a heavy snow, you can't see anything even if you go there.Well, I have a video tape at home, you can watch it clearly. When we returned to the county seat, it was already dark. An Xiumin, head of the Propaganda Department of the County Party Committee (member of the Standing Committee of the County Party Committee), had dinner with us.The first sentence we met shortened the distance between me and her: Seeing how old you are, I have to call you Uncle Lu.She learned about the interview process of the past two days, and listened to my plans for in-depth interviews.With a smile, he expressed two insightful points of view: One is that gold is gold, and it will shine in other places: it should be said that Mr. Zhao came to Woken River by accident, because he had to "not eat salt" and go to the wetland to treat diseases.There is a wetland beside the Woken River, and Birch Mountain Village by the river is his hometown.If there is a bridge on the Woken River, and no one is drowned every year, he will not build a boat to ferry for 50 years!But then again, Mr. Zhao has been influenced by his parents since he was a child, and has the good qualities of helping others and solving their worries. It is like a piece of pure gold. Even if he doesn't come to the Woken River, he will shine in other places , He was elected as a model worker in the coal mine! The second is to let the gold shine, which is the need to create a harmonious society: Rodin has a famous saying that the world is not lacking in beauty, but lacking in discovery.China has 5,000 years of cultural civilization, and there are tens of thousands of people who have the characteristics of moral models in social life. Most of them are unknown, because there is a lack of excavation, discovery and dissemination.Now that the building of a harmonious society is undergoing great rejuvenation, the Central Civilization Office has held a national moral model selection event, which has created opportunities for localities to discover and disseminate moral models.At first, we discovered that Mr. Zhao's deeds were only caused by "not eating salt", and the interviews by TV reporters were broadcast as "Gonzos". Later, we sorted out the matter of voluntary ferrying on the Woken River in depth.We feel that the idea of ​​"I am for everyone" is a state of life needed to create a harmonious society. It should "let the gold shine". , was finally rated as the "Second National Moral Model". On the 60th anniversary of the National Day, Mr. Zhao was honored to climb the Tiananmen Gate Tower... We are also honored! The words of the female minister perfectly analyzed the theme of my interview, and I couldn't help applauding her ability.At her initiative, we took a photo with Mr. Zhao Yonglu again as an eternal commemoration. At breakfast on the third day, Zhang Kexin, Secretary of the Party Committee of Yanjia Town, sat beside me with a smile again, and talked with me about the old Zhaotou's behavior.Secretary Zhang ate and chatted, his words were crisp and neat, and he talked about Mr. Zhao's obscurity for most of his life, his willingness to give, and his willingness to help others. He had opinions, examples, stories, plots, and roughly ferry How many people, how many things have been carried, etc. a series of numbers. There is still time in the morning.The old Zhaotou brought the photos and medals of his two honors from the province and the central government respectively, and let me have a look at them one by one.Deputy Director Xu Congguang brought me a stack of materials and video discs, as well as "Huanan County Chronicles"... I feel that I have gained a lot. Zhao Yonglu's half-century journey of ups and downs gradually became clearer and clearer, and a natural picture of the gurgling water by the Woken River, rolling grass, winding paths, white wooden boats, low shacks, and a lonely man emerged before his eyes: A person, both male and female, stood on the other side of the boundary river between the three counties, and shouted towards the river bank belonging to Huanan County: Xiao Zhao, cross the river! The shouts broke the loneliness and desolation of the "three nos" history of Woken River, and showed the birth of a harmonious living environment. On the south bank of the river, the young Zhao Yonglu was sweating and haunting the grass as deep as a person, opening up wasteland and farming... Hearing the call, he put down the shovel in his hand, ran to the river to prop up a narrow boat. The boat swung into the river, and another old man on the other side shouted: "Men, cross the river!" The voice of an immature child: Uncle Zhao, I want to cross the river! A group of immature voices are shouting: I want to cross the river!This kind of sound gradually formed a kind of tide from immature, old and distant, and it kept rising and falling in my mind for a long time! From Jiamusi back to Harbin, I took the high-speed train. Maybe it was because of my heart, I felt that the speed of the train was extremely fast, and it took only six hours.When they arrived in Harbin, Wang Zhengxi, deputy director of the Provincial Civilization Office, and Yao Dan, director of the department, arranged to pick them up again.The meticulous care gave me motivation and pressure on how to write Zhao Yonglu well. Soon after returning to Kazakhstan, it was the annual Spring Festival. I read Lao Zhaotou’s materials over and over again, and played the video again and again. I was thinking more and more, so that I couldn’t write for a long time.I thought of the buses in the city, the taxis that robbed customers, the big river without bridges or ferries, and the Zhao Yonglu who had to cut some greens to sell in the town to buy a towel... Yes, he is The poor, the labor of crossing the river with others is valuable, but why doesn't he get paid according to his work and charge a certain fee to passers-by? Yes, when the ferry first started, no one believed that he didn't charge money-there are such kind-hearted people in the world?Once, a stranger on a boat took out two cents and put it on the bow of the boat when he got off the boat, and hurried on his way.Xiao Zhao found the money, and hurried to catch up, and ran for more than half a mile before returning the money to the man.When the folks saw that he was playing for real, they still had doubts at the time: Maybe, he is now on a whim, and can persist for three or two months?People never thought that Zhao Yonglu would ferry from youth to middle age, and from middle age to old age, and he would persevere in this way for half a century.People shouted "Xiao Zhao, cross the river" to "Old Zhao, cross the river" until they shouted "Uncle Zhao, cross the river". The folks on both sides of the Woken River, when it comes to Zhao Yonglu, there is no one who is not grateful: Mr. Zhao is a good man. In the past few decades, as long as he wants to cross the river and shouts, he will never fail to cross it.Without him, I don't know how many lives would have been lost in these years!No amount of money can buy his love!Yes, he uses the harvest of his own land reclamation and farming as the source of "self-sufficiency". He would get up from the bed with excitement... He said: People who cross the river have important things to do, so don't delay! In late autumn, the river has just frozen over.The son of Teacher Sun in Anxing Village, Sandaogang Town, Yi'an County fell ill and needed to be taken across the river to Jiamusi Hospital.The patient's family members looked at the thin ice like a mirror and turned around anxiously.Zhao Yonglu boarded the boat without saying a word. His hands and feet became ice-breaking tools. He punted the boat while smashing the ice, and took the patient to the shore of Huanan.At that time, his hands were frostbitten, and there are still scars to this day, with knuckles growing on ten fingers. Zhao Yonglu's boats not only ferry people, but also carry goods.He said: People cannot live without goods.The Guangdu people only helped half of the help; if some goods are difficult to get through, half of the help is for nothing.The goods of the rural people are miscellaneous, including shovels, picks and plows, pesticides and fertilizers, motorcycles, bicycles, cattle, sheep, dogs, chickens, melons, fruits and firewood... as long as they are brought by people and can be loaded on the boat, he is willing to ferry them to the other side , I can't carry it in one trip, so I go back and forth two or three times.Sometimes the cargo is too big to fit in a small boat, so he thinks of a way to break a thousand catties like a martial artist: A villager is driving a herd of cattle to cross the river, but the boat can't carry the cattle, so he uses the old cow's ability to know water , After forcing the cattle down the river, drive them over in the boat.When a group of sheep cross the river, some sheep are not afraid of water and can cross the river; there is a kind of cashmere sheep that are afraid of water and cannot go down the river no matter how hard they are driven, so they put their head sheep on the boat and let the head sheep stand on the other side. It is easy for other sheep to enter the water.The four-wheel tractor had to cross the river, so I had to disassemble it first, and then install it piece by piece after crossing the river... In the summer of 1998, the Nenjiang River and the Songhua River Basin in Heilongjiang Province suffered a severe flood that had not happened in a century.The Woken River has both the accumulation of heavy rains and the backflow of the Songhua River. The flood surged and swallowed half of the houses in Yilan County on the opposite bank, and houses collapsed soon.Zhao Yonglu watched from the bank here, hurriedly pulled a boat over, and transported a dozen villagers who were eagerly waiting for rescue to the safe zone on the east bank of the river in two batches.When he went back to his hut by boat, the flood had already overflowed the kang, and the things in the shed, pots and pans were floating all over the place, and his wife was standing pitifully on the kang looking at the flood... After a while, the huts and earthen kang collapsed, and the family was about to be destroyed. In late autumn, night falls.Villager Yang Shexin drove an ox cart full of tree branches across the river. Zhao Yonglu saw the ox cart shaking in the river, so he hurriedly told him to stop.Old Yang was stubborn, but kept waving his whip and yelling, watching the river flood the branches, the ox cart staggered and turned over, and the cattle fell into the water, struggling and foaming.Zhao Yonglu jumped into the river in a hurry, lifted Yang Shexin out of the water, went back and cut off the reins of the old cow, and dragged the old cow to a shallow place to land ashore.A layer of ice stubble hung on his body, and when he walked, he made a "clicking" sound like armor. The river had just frozen and was still weak. A woman from Boli County crossed the river just two meters away. Holding ice cubes with both hands, calling for help.Zhao Yonglu on the river bank here is in a difficult situation, and he will definitely not be able to cross the river on ice... What should we do?In a hurry, he held a long pole in his arms, wrapped his coat tightly, lay on the ice, and rolled towards the opposite bank. After rolling to the man, he passed the wooden pole over and slowly pulled the woman up. Living by the river all year round, he suffered from severe rheumatism and bone disease. His relatives and friends advised him to move back to the village and take good care of himself.But he smiled and said: I can't leave the boat, so many people crossing the river need me!I can't cool the hearts of the folks... Once, he caught a bad cold after taking a ferry in the rain, and the high fever persisted.The doctor from the village went to the shack to give him an IV drip. Just after finishing the treatment, someone shouted to cross the river. Regardless of others' obstruction, he just pulled out the needle himself, picked up the pole of the boat, and staggered towards the ferry. In early winter, the river is frozen and boats cannot be placed.Zhao Yonglu still sits on the bow of the boat and looks at the surface of the Woken River every day. He sometimes lights up a cigarette and smokes slowly. The cold wind has polished his face like a peeled tree scar. Like a bronze statue.As the guardian god, he protects the tranquility of this side of the river—he knows that accidents are most likely to happen on the river at this time, but when he sees someone trying to cross the river on ice, he roars loudly, warning that life is at stake.In the winter when the river ice is solid and the past is safe, he can't stay idle. He often braves the severe cold, carrying two daughters picked up one by one in his arms, and holding the "Dang Lang" outfit in his hand. Tun, shouting from street to street: I shaved my head, no money!When someone needs a haircut, he enters the house and puts down the child, rolls up his sleeves, takes out the razor, laughs and chats while shaving someone's head, packs up his belongings and leaves after the shave, and really doesn't take a single cent. He did good deeds one after another, but he didn't show off at all. He called his fellow villagers as brothers and laughed all day long.He felt happiness from it, and also cultivated a bright and open-minded character.The villagers often felt sorry, and several of them went to see him with some pork.Zhao Yonglu couldn't refuse, so he simply asked his wife to put the meat into the pot and stew it, then stir-fry some Maocai, and invite everyone to have a meal at his house.He joked: We are thumb rolls - eat yourself!From then on, Zhao Yonglu's wife had another job, cooking light meals for the villagers crossing the river every noon.During the long 50 years, Zhao Yonglu dedicated his youth and full of true feelings to the villagers with a radius of hundreds of miles on both sides of the Woken River.His good deeds are well-known, but no one can give an accurate figure.When the officials sorted out his deeds, they had to leave room for a rough statistics: rescued 28 villagers who fell into the water, helped 53 villagers in need, and voluntarily ferryed more than 180,000 people (times); transported chemical fertilizers, pesticides, seeds and other materials More than 5,000 tons, more than 20,000 motorcycles (times); countless cattle, sheep, and firewood were transported. People praised Zhao Yonglu for having a "heart of Bodhisattva" and being their good "housekeeper": the villagers planted the land, and when the small four wheels were thrown in the field, he took the initiative to help take care of them and never lost them.Whoever's rice field lacks water, he asked someone to deliver a message to that family.Whoever has a bug in the field is infested, he will also pass the information to the first time.He voluntarily helped to take care of the harvested grain in the field, just like his voluntary ferry, and it has been decades as before.There was a family named "Silly Zhuzi". Both father and son had low IQs and were often hungry. Zhao Yonglu gave them the food he had saved to relieve the pain of cooking.When he was ferrying, when he saw a person with a child on board, he always took the child over first, and then returned the child after seeing that the person was sitting firmly... Zhao Yonglu has a soft spot for children.Already in his early forties, he still doesn't have a wife worthy of the name, and it's impossible to talk about having children.In the wasteland and weeds of the Woken River, he found two abandoned baby girls one after another. Immediately, he was so distressed that he hugged his heart like a heart in his arms, and after taking them back to the small shack, they became his daughters.The eldest daughter who was picked up first was only nine months old, and the second daughter who was picked up later was only 18 months old... A single man suddenly had two crying babies beside him. You have to be careful, it can be said that it is as difficult as it is.The children are sick and need to strengthen their nutrition. He buys goat milk in the village to feed them in stages.I couldn't afford goat milk, so I just bought a few milk goats.The child was sick and had a high fever, and he had no money in his hand. He exchanged a sheep for 10 penicillins... Now that the two daughters have grown up, they have married to other places, and each has a home. When I woke up, I sometimes felt deeply guilty, saying that due to restrictions, I couldn't let my children study culture and go to college!When his daughter returned to her natal home, Zhao Yonglu was very happy; he hadn't seen him for a long time, and he understood that they were busy!A reporter interviewed and wanted to shoot a documentary, in which he and his daughter were designed.The reporter drove with him to his daughter's house. The big black dog barked, and the daughter ran out of the house. When she saw Zhao Yonglu, she covered her face and started crying—she felt so sorry! Zhao Yonglu also had "selfish intentions", always thinking about the successors at the Woken River Ferry. In the spring of 2009, Zhao Yonglu, who was 74 years old, went to Shuangya Mountain to do business. On the way, he met a poor family—the father and two, the father was 47-year-old Xing Jiang, and the girl was 4-year-old Xing Lina. The father and daughter, who are ill and have no housing or savings, can only rely on Xingjiang to do odd jobs for their livelihood, and they often eat the last meal without the next meal.When Zhao Yonglu saw the father and daughter, he took out all the extra money from his body, and suddenly thought: In such a predicament, one hunger cannot be solved, so we have to think of a long-term solution?He looked Xing Jiang's body up and down, wondering if he could be the successor of his voluntary ferry, and said, "I want to adopt both of you, father and daughter, to live in my house—by the Woken River in Huanan County, with food and housing in charge." , I also cover all the money for medical treatment.When you are in good health, be my helper... Xing Jiang immediately pulled his daughter to kneel down and said: You are my own father, and the child is your own granddaughter.Afterwards, Xing Jiang went to school on the Woken River and worked hard for a period of time, but he couldn't learn the righteousness and enthusiasm of his "pro-father". When Zhao Yonglu went to Harbin to participate in the awarding activities, he took the child away quietly Lost. Zhao Yonglu also has "private affairs", and he has devoted himself to his wife's and children's affairs. He and his wife Xu Guifen came together late, but their relationship is quite good.After Xu Guifen's former wife died of illness, there was a famine in the family, and the house was lived by the second son. The creditor came and wanted to use the house to pay off the debt. It was Zhao Yonglu who interceded and kept the house, and then paid off the debt by himself.The eldest daughter-in-law got leukemia, and he did everything possible to raise medical expenses.The third son got tuberculosis, and he went to borrow money from neighbors to the west.He often thought of not being able to keep the eldest daughter-in-law and third son after all, and he kept regretting in his heart. Zhao Yonglu also felt "ashamed", saying that he did not have sharp eyes. The ferry where he punted was desolate and remote, sparsely populated, and some people who did bad things often chose to commit crimes or abscond here.Villager Yang Shuqing's daughter was engaged, and her in-laws came from Sandaogang in Yilan County to give the dowry. After drinking and eating, she took Zhao Yonglu's boat to cross the river. Back search.Zhao Yonglu on the boat got angry, turned around and pushed the boat back, yelling: "He has no money on him, you guys get lost!"He was just and awe-inspiring, and his words were like a thunderbolt, which really scared the three gangsters away.Mr. Zhao was very proud of this matter; the incident he was "ashamed of" happened in the autumn of eighteen years ago. When it was getting dark, two young people came to the ferry, and they had to squeeze together in the small shack for a while. stay.Zhao Yonglu has always been happy to help others, so he didn't think much about it... Before dawn, the two young people hurried away.A few hours later, the police from the Qitaihe City Public Security Bureau came to him for questioning. Only then did Zhao Yonglu know that the two were suspects on the run, and that he did something bad with good intentions last night... Although he voluntarily assisted the police officers Captured the suspect and made meritorious service. Every time I think about it, I still feel unhappy in my heart. When I started writing this "Interview Memoir", I suddenly thought of Mr. Shen Congwen's novel. It was about a remote town in the mountainous area of ​​western Hunan in the early years of the Republic of China. There was a ferry not far from the town. An old boatman in his 70s and his granddaughter Cuicui is a voluntary ferryman at the estuary all year round.In the early years, the old boatman's daughter eloped with her lover and died.In his later years, his granddaughter Cuicui and his lover died and the other ran away.The old boatman himself died in the rainy night due to exhaustion and emaciation.In the old days, the warlords fought, the nation was in crisis, the society was dark, and there was no morality at all. The tragedy of voluntary ferry boats was inevitable. Today, the story of Zhao Yonglu’s voluntary ferry takes place at a time when the country is strong, the economy is prosperous, the society is harmonious, and the great revival of civilization is advocated. The respect of the people also interprets the necessity of a comedy scene. In October 2008, Zhao Yonglu was rated as "Moving Heilongjiang Character", and in September 2009, he was rated as the second national moral model. At 8:00 p.m. on September 20, he was honored to be selected as the No. A "most important" figure in the show, becomes the centerpiece of the "Moral Force" awards show.Especially when he answered the host’s words, like the sound of golden bells and drums, it was deafening, and moved the listeners to tears in their eyes: If you want to say your wish, you hope to build a bridge there.I'm 73 years old, I can't move anymore... Folks, I don't feel at ease when crossing the river! In Tiananmen Square, Zhao Yonglu was recognized by many tourists, who went to shake hands with him and asked him to take a group photo... On February 10, 2010, the headline of the third page of "People's Daily" published an article "The Spring Breeze Warms People's Hearts without Words - A Summary of National Moral Models from the Central and Local Governments in Helping Living Difficulties", specifically mentioning Zhao Yonglu's 50-year voluntary ferry trip. He is old and weak, suffering from rheumatism, and the tower head room where he lives is also in disrepair.The Central Civilization Office subsidized Zhao Yonglu with 170,000 yuan, of which 100,000 yuan was used for his pension and medical insurance, and 70,000 yuan was used to settle a brick house.Zhao Yonglu said excitedly: I never thought that I, an old farmer, would receive such care from the central leadership!Even though I am old, I still have to insist on the voluntary ferry. 采访时得知，省、市、县文明办与相关部门正积极落实赵永录的提议：筹划在倭肯河上建一座爱心桥。 赵永录，一个普普通通的村民，靠一叶船、一支竿，在倭肯河渡口做了件极为平凡的好事儿。难能可贵的是：这件好事儿他坚持了近50年，完全把它当成一种责任、一项义务和事业，使他成为一个高尚的人。彰显出中华男儿“先天下之忧而忧，后天下之乐而乐”的伟大情操！ 我想，每一个人的工作，也是一条渡船，只要一丝不苟地去驾驭，为维护社会的公序良俗，为创建和谐社会作出应有的贡献，都将是闪烁着金子一般光辉的无悔人生！