Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Into the Valley of the Wild

There are so many bandits in Xiangxi, which is well-known both at home and abroad.The reason is only one word: poor!The poor are stealers, the thief is a thief, and the thief is a bandit. "In Xiangxi today, there are people who are bandits again!" When I was in Changsha, a friend from Hunan told me that. "There are still bandits now?" I opened my eyes wide. In order to explore what Xiangxi is today, I have made adventurous and long journeys more than once. Dry well ditch village - a familiar village in my memory.This is a poor mountain town where "a drop of water is as expensive as oil".There is not a single stream in a radius of more than ten miles, and what the people drink is mud pond water silted up by rain in the old days.When there was a drought, the villagers had to climb mountains and ridges to fetch water dozens of miles away.In the first year of the Republic of China, a man in the village who went out to be a foreign student returned to the village. He looked at Fengshui on the left and the terrain on the right. He dug several wells one after another, but the "Dragon King" did not appear.Later, a few gangs of young men sold their sons and daughters, saved some money and dug countless wells on the side of the village and on the hills. In 1979, in order to help the villagers of Kujinggou solve the millennium worries, the army I was in at that time was determined to find groundwater sources for the masses in this area. This is a karst and arid area. After a census survey by several hydrogeological engineers, we came to a conclusion: There is groundwater in Jujinggou area.The troops put in a lot of effort and went through thousand-year-old caves one after another, but they never found groundwater.Finally, based on the analysis of the terrain and the information provided by the villagers, it was believed that there should be a cave, and it turned out that the entrance of this cave was behind the villager Mexico where we lived.The next day, when we were preparing to march on our last cave exploration, we did not expect that Mexico would not let us in.He stood at the entrance of the cave angrily and said: "I will never let you in. This is the cave discovered by my ancestors, and you will never be allowed to rush against the gods of my ancestors."

This is really weird!Calling brigade cadres to persuade him was useless.We had to stop the action.In the evening, I found that Mexico had thrown all our luggage out of the house.He is going to drive us away! The fellow villagers in Kujinggou sent us away with tears in their eyes, while we left the village with regret and melancholy. Unexpectedly, today, 20 years later, I was commissioned by the Ministry of Geology and Mineral Resources to investigate the mass mining trend and the first interviewee was Jujinggou again! To go to Kujinggou, you have to walk for three days after getting off the train from Guzhang.On the swaying walking tractor, while looking at the mountains towering into the clouds on both sides, I wondered whether it would still be the lively scene of "welcome comrades of the People's Liberation Army to the village" with drums and drums after entering the village, and the brigade secretary was so enthusiastic congratulatory message.Of course, what I miss the most is Mexico. Is he still so strong and sticking to that "God Cave"?

"Toot——" the sudden brake of the tractor interrupted my train of thought. "We're here, get out of the car!" the handlebar said to me.Sure enough, in front of me is a small mountain village that I am familiar with but unfamiliar! "Pay the money!" "How many?" "150 yuan." "What, it costs 150 yuan for a distance of only twenty miles?" I was surprised at such a low price by the car owner! The owner of the car had a dark face, obviously very dissatisfied, he glanced at me contemptuously, and said, "Seeing that you didn't bring anything, I drove it at a cheap price! Take the money quickly! Otherwise, just take the leather in your hand It’s okay to leave the box.” He looked at me, showing a sly smile unique to mountain people.

I almost exploded my lungs!But if you want to give it, what can you do?Looking at the other man's eager look and his strong body that can be compared with the Siberian tiger, I know that I am not his opponent.Helpless, for this unfortunate interview, for this "enemy" of Rongjinggou. "Here, I'll give you all my travel expenses for half a month!" I angrily opened my purse, threw three new 50-yuan tickets to him, then turned and walked towards the village. "Hey, comrade, walk slowly—!" He stopped me from behind again. "Why, it's not enough!" I was really angry, and I put the suitcase on the ground, which meant: You might as well take this thing away together.Anyway, except for an old camera, a few changes of clothes, and a few manuscript papers, there is nothing valuable in it!

"Comrade, don't get me wrong, I, I don't mean that." Boss Che changed his businessman's face just now, and said to me with a smile: "Are you a writer?" I nodded and thought to myself: Why, can we just take more money off writers? "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, take this money back! I've passed you along for a while." He returned the three new tickets to me.He said embarrassedly: "I thought you were the big boss who came to receive the goods! So..." big boss?Receipt?I couldn't understand what he said. "Haven't you heard? Ha, our Kujinggou is out now! Inside and outside the mountains, even people from the provincial capital are running to us!" The owner of the car said more and more vigorously: "It's still free in the spring season. ! From June to July, I will recruit about thirty or forty foreigners like you every day."

"Who are they? What are they doing here?" I asked curiously. Boss Che's eyes widened, and then he laughed loudly: "Why, writers like you don't know! They are all big bosses who come here to receive goods!" "What kind of goods are you collecting? Gold is really found here?" Although the comrades from the Provincial Bureau of Geology and Mineral Resources introduced Jujinggou to me when I was in Changsha, I have never believed how this poor mountain village with dripping water and hard to find could become a "treasure gourd". . "That's still fake!" The owner of the car said proudly.

"So, you and your village have become ten thousand households?" I couldn't help being happy. Boss Che squinted his eyes and shook his head: "A ten-thousand-dollar household is nothing!" I was so happy that I wanted to join him in the army: "So, you are a household of 100,000 yuan!" He smiled, paused for a while, and said: "Let's put it this way, those rich men who come to receive goods from other places come to our place, and the number is usually above this number." The answer I wanted was deftly set aside. "5000!" He shook his head and said, "Multiply by 10!"

I stuck out my tongue. "Think about it, they come to pick up so much, go into the mountains and take my car, and pay three or four hundred yuan to count as an egg!" Good boy, no wonder he charged me so much for the trip and said it was less!He thinks I'm a gold smuggler.It's a pity that he didn't know that the 150 yuan was almost half my monthly salary!The money is still in my hand.I thought for a while and said, "Although I'm not a big boss, I still take your car, so you have to pay for it!" "That's right! Let's save you to buy rice and oil for your wife and children, or invite some mistresses and other ladies to have a meal!" This kid is still a thief.

"Hey, friend, tell me about the situation in the village. Is Moxi still there?" I can't wait to learn about Kujinggou today and the people I knew before. "Oh——I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't have that much free time, you guys who play with ink, you can talk endlessly, and what happened in Kujinggou in the past few years can't be finished in one or two hours!" The young man tweeted Be crisp.He saw that I was in trouble, so he said: "Well, let's rest at my house first, my old man is at home, you can talk to him, anyway, he's fine at home all day long."

It was a good idea, and I followed him confidently to a newly built wooden loft at the head of the village.The young man led me into his drawing room.Hey, the furnishings inside really surprised me.The wooden walls and ceiling are all covered with high-grade wall coverings, and the floor is covered with a big red carpet.When I touched it, it was a genuine Inner Mongolia product.A set of modular furniture, although the appearance is a bit earthy, but the materials used are absolutely incomparable to the modular cabinets in the city.In addition, what kind of TV, refrigerator, air conditioner, combined stereo... everything.

"Father, come down, this writer from Beijing wants to chat with you." He walked out of the room and shouted to the attic. After a while, there was a muffled voice from above: "I can't control that much, you can figure it out!" The young man shook his head at me: "It can't be helped. After the gold rush happened in the village that year, the old man was so angry that he resigned the party secretary and stayed at home. He didn't like everyone, and he couldn't like his son. .” "Your father is the old party secretary?" I hurriedly asked the young man to take him upstairs, wanting to hear how he, who has been the village party secretary for 30 years, views Kujinggou today. Walking up to the attic, I saw that the old branch secretary was much older, but he was still wearing the same outfit I saw 11 years ago: a blue shirt, a dry pipe, and a grass green military cap on his head—but the color has changed It must be white (I remember this cap was specially requested by him and our company commander).He was lying on his back on the bed, wrapped in a dark quilt.On the head of the bed is a frontal portrait of Chairman Mao, and next to it is a piece of red paper with the words "hard work, diligence and thrift to build the country" written on it... "Old party secretary, do you still remember that year when a team of People's Liberation Army entered the village to help dig wells?" I stepped forward and asked. The old man raised his eyelids, and looked at me carefully for a while, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, but immediately gloomy again.He remembered what happened 20 years ago, and he seemed familiar with me. "Old party secretary, Kujinggou is much richer than before, but I feel that it is not right to be rich! Can you tell me something about the past few years? There is also that Moxi at the west end of the village, he is still holding the god cave. Don't let it go?" When the old man heard my words, he seemed to have found a bosom friend, and trembled with excitement. "...about the matter of Kujing Village, I have been holding back my thoughts for several years, but...but no one listens to me! Woohoo..." He burst into tears.The shoulders that were so thin that only the skeleton was left trembled violently.That cry seemed to make me feel extremely sad... After a long time, he raised his head and said to me intermittently: "That year, I don't know what kind of wind was blowing. The young people in the village all packed up their beds and ran out. Some went to Guangzhou and Shenzhen. They went out for a few months. When they came back Not only big bags and small bags, but also a head full of money and money. Murakami Wang Gui’s son Xiaosan used to wear old man’s clothes and worked for a Hong Kong boss in Shenzhen for a year. When he came back, he wore clothes on both hands With gold bumps. He brags to everyone, how much money is a gram. For some reason, Mo Xi, who has never been in a partnership, was very excited when he heard about this. He pestered Xiaosan to take him to Shenzhen. After Mo Xi arrived in Shenzhen He doesn’t look for a job, and he doesn’t hang out with his mistress. He often wanders around places where foreigners live by himself. Within a few days, Mo Xi came back with a smile on his face. Everyone guessed that he must have made a fortune. But I don’t know how he did it. In the middle of the night, he went back and forth twenty or thirty times. I don’t know what he did. This year was a severe drought, and everyone couldn’t even have a full meal during the New Year. Looking at the office of the brigade, he insisted on getting us to agree to slaughter the three cattle in the team. At this time, Mexico came. He opened a cloth pocket and said to everyone: "Take it, and have a good year." . "Look at it, everyone! There are stacks of new 10 yuan bills! Everyone snatched them up, and almost everyone got three or four. The scene was like in a movie about a foreigner. That’s right, it’s called Ali Baba! We in Mexico were like Alibaba at that time! People in and outside the mountains know that Mexico is rich. As the saying goes, great wealth will bring disaster. On the 17th or 18th day of the twelfth lunar month of that year, a group of foreigners The men covered their faces and rushed into the house of Moxi with the guys in the dark. They thought that Moxi was sleeping on the bed, so they raised their big knives and slashed at the bed. Later, they found that Moxi was not at home at all, and the masked men went to the house. I started to rummage through the boxes, but found nothing. At this moment, the man who was letting the wind outside saw that Moxi suddenly came out from the bushes on the cliff behind the house. The man who was letting the wind hurriedly hid aside. Moxi didn’t know every corner of his house. There are several pairs of eyes staring at him. But he is very shrewd. When he lights up the candle and sees that the things in the room are not in the same position as before, he immediately detects someone. He found something and put it on the table, went out alone, and went straight to the outside of the village. Several people in the room saw that the thing Mo You put on the table was shining, and they were curious. They stepped forward and lit a match to see. Gold nuggets! The masked men saw this treasure and fought violently. The next day, the story spread in the village, and the secret of Moxi was also known to outsiders. Later, the cadres of the village found Moxi and asked him where does the gold come from... "What did Messi say?" I asked. "Do you still remember that the People's Liberation Army helped us find water and wanted to enter the cave in the back house of Mexico?" the old man asked back. "Remember." "What God's Cave, it turned out to be a 'treasure cave'!" The old man told me with his eyes widened that there is not only underground water but also gold mines in this cave. "It's all right now, Jujinggou will no longer have to worry about poverty!" I said happily. After hearing this, the brilliance that the old man showed just now went out again. "It's okay to be poor, but what happens next makes people worry even more!" "how to say?" "Just when a few old brothers and I ran into the cave and were so happy to find the 'Dragon Lord' that we were about to faint, a group of young people fought on the side. Guess why, it turned out that they found Moxi and made a fortune. Just beside the underground river, there is a very, very long sandy ditch, from which you can squeeze a handful of sand to squeeze out a treasure pimple the size of a soybean. So poor that even women sleep The people in the village who didn’t move were in a turmoil, robbing, beating, and tossing for a whole day! By the time the sun went down, four people’s arms and feet had been broken and injured, but the injured people were still alive. I was fighting desperately with those strong and powerful people. I don’t know who spread the news that the Jinbao Cave was discovered in Jujinggou. On the second day, thousands of people gathered inside and outside the sacred cave of the Mexican house. Everyone The statue went crazy, and even the 80-year-old man who hadn't gotten up for more than ten years came to dig gold with a walking stick. I don't know why he offended Master Dibao. At noon this day, there was a sudden loud noise in the cave, and then the stone statue Raindrops hit the heads of the gold diggers. People ran out of the cave recklessly, but the entrance of the cave was small and crowded, and those who ran slowly or wanted to dig more gold bumps were all buried under the stones... ..." Hearing this, my heart seemed to be hooked by a needle. "How many people died?" "Later, after checking, 6 people died in Kujinggou, 5 people from other villages, and even more were injured..." The old man took out a photo from under his pillow, which showed a young couple and a child .Pointing to the photo, the old man said: "My youngest son is one of the six. After he died, my wife took my little grandson and remarried to Shimen in the next county. The youngest son is destined to be greedy for money, but I miss my grandson. Son..." Only then did I understand why the old man was so sad just now, he was not like this before.When we entered the village that year, everyone in the team said that the bones of the old branch secretary were as hard as mountains.And now... I can't help but sympathize. "Uncle, where is that Mexi now?" The old man shook his head: "After he ran away from the masked man that night, he never returned to Dry Well Ditch. Later, someone said that when he was smuggling gold lumps in Shenzhen, his leg was broken by gangsters and he became a madman. Whether he is dead or alive now, no one knows..." 20 years ago, Mexico was etched into my memory, and now, this "Chinese Alibaba" is even more interesting to me.I really want to know about the dream of money he experienced in the process of moving from a backward valley to a modern city.After much effort, I finally found him in a psychiatric hospital run by the Shenzhen Public Security Department.It's a pity that it's just a piece of his medical record, a death record written in a special way: Mexico, male, about 32 years old.Claiming to be from Xiangxi, Hunan. In 1984, due to gold smuggling, someone used a hammer to disable his right leg, and robbed him of a large amount of money, so he suffered from epilepsy, dementia and mental illness due to mental stimulation.After more than three months of treatment, he improved slightly.On the morning of October 15 of the same year, the nursing staff found that the patient was lying on the ground and had been dead for about three hours.The patient's nasal cavity and oral cavity are all filled with mud.After on-site inspection, it was caused by the patient's own behavior.On the day of death, send to the crematorium for cremation... Ah, poor "Chinese Alibaba"! Every mountain and every road in Xiangxi feels more and more mysterious.It's not just nostalgia and curiosity.Because of yesterday and today in Mexico, I fell into a kind of deep thinking and worry.I decided to move on... I don't know if it's because of the TV series "The Story of Suppressing Bandits in Wulong Mountain" or because the mountains in Longshan are alluring. In short, I like it here.That mountain, the mountain so high into the sky, the green mountain with the blue sky, does have a charm that makes visitors from the metropolis fall in love with it.However, what impresses people the most about Longshan is the steepness, danger, magic and wonder of those strange rocks and peaks.A mountain is enough to form a maze and a world. Longshan's natural beauty and beautiful scenery. Beauty is often associated with ugliness. I don't know who said so. After I stepped into Longshan, I heard that there were many people who participated in stealing and robbing mines because of poverty, and changed from good people to "bandits".So, I put my courage out of my voice and started an unusual journey... The road into the mountain is a dirt road.It is said that there is a newly opened large mine in the mountain, and the dirt road was built for this reason.On both sides of the road are mountains that cover the sky and the moon. I raised my wrist and looked at my watch. It was only a little past 4 pm, but it was already dusk.Fortunately, there are horses and tractors, large liberations, large trailers and other transport vehicles on the road one after another, so I don't feel afraid. As I was walking, I slowly found that there were suddenly fewer vehicles on the road. Occasionally, one or two large vehicles appeared, and they were also driving very fast, and there were people with guns guarding them.This made me feel both nervous and excited. It was probably time for the "bandits" to go out, or it was time for them to go out for activities.To tell the truth, in this strange mountain, alone, my courage is trembling.I walked all the way, thinking about the scene in the green forest novels where the protagonist walks into the deep mountains and old forests, suddenly kills a group of bandits and robbers from the sky and the ground, and then kidnaps him to a place where he doesn't know where to go, where his bones are broken and his corpse is left in the wilderness. .I have written this kind of novel plots in the past, but I didn't expect that now I am really immersive. Life is stranger than fiction.After turning a big bend, suddenly, a yellow fire lit up in a mountain depression ahead.There were many figures faintly visible around the yellow fire.After a while, there was a burst of uneven and crazy singing, but after listening carefully, it was a familiar song: Not a mountain bar?I couldn't help lifting my spirits and striding forward. "Oh——" Before I could react, I saw a few black figures flashing on both sides of the road, blindfolded my eyes with something extremely fast, and then pushed me off the road. Passively stepping with my feet high and low, I felt like I was walking on a weedy mountain path. "Let go of me, I protest against your arrest without reason!" They grabbed an old towel from somewhere and covered my eyes, I gasped and felt sick. "Damn, what are you calling me? I want you to protest!" Someone viciously stuffed a hard object into my mouth.I was so sick I almost threw up.These guys probably picked up a foot cloth or something and stuffed it in my mouth. "Master Liu, I caught a slipper! It looks like he's from another place!" "Scratched?" He only heard a buzzing voice asking, no doubt he was the sixth master. "Nope!" I felt someone walking in front of my eyes, probably looking at me, a few seconds later, suddenly, Liu Ye ordered in a buzzing voice: "Scratch!" Immediately, countless hands searched my body. "A three-way guy, he doesn't even have a handle on his cigarettes!" The search stopped, and those hands, which seemed to be so moldy for the first time, punched me a few times in revenge. "Open his bag!" In my bag, apart from a few changes of clothes and a camera, there are two or three hundred travel expenses. "Is it oily? It's less than half a stack!" I understand this sentence, which means it's not half a thousand. Someone is flicking the camera. "Could it be your husband?" "Huh?!" The cloth in my mouth was pulled out suddenly. "Say, who are you?" The cross-examination began.I thought for a moment and replied, "I'm a reporter!" "Accumulate kindness? Haha, it's the first time I heard that the old man still has such a kind heart!" "Fucking shit!" The sixth master was obviously angry with his extremely ignorant subordinate.The latter words were addressed to me: "Since you are a reporter and don't stay in the city to eat and drink, what are you doing here?" "Isn't your place also very good? Many people rely on mountains to eat mountains and make a lot of money?" I said. "Don't be mean, who the hell is getting rich? Do you think I'm the one who steps on a state-run mine and brings gold and treasures home with all his hands?" A cold knife was placed on my chest. neck. silence. "Sixth Master! The transport vehicle on the mountain has come down, do you want to do it?" At this moment, someone came in panting to report. "How many cars?" Sixth Master asked angrily. "Three cars." "Is there any help before and after?" "No." "Sixth Master, give an order, damn it, I haven't succeeded in several days, and the belts of the brothers are all loose." "Yes, three carts of ore is enough for us to eat for a while! Order it!" "Okay. However, there are guys who dare to go out of the mountain at this time, everyone should be careful!" Sixth Master finally spoke.As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd started to move and said: "Don't be afraid, our guys are not vegetarians!" They also had weapons. "Sixth Lord, what should I do with this man?" A guy pushed me and asked. "Take him into the cave and let the old grandson watch over him. We'll deal with it later," said Liu Ye. The carjacking team left with noisiness.The two escorted me around for a while, and then entered a dark and smelly cave. "Old grandson, there is a man from out of town. The sixth master asked you to watch. We're going to get the job!" The two of them left the cave after speaking. "Oh... cough cough cough..." A series of coughs that were not very loud reverberated in the cave like thunder. "You took off the blindfold, it's so boring. Cough cough cough..." This person must be the old grandson, right? I'm glad I met a good man, because I can be free.However, when I took off the black cloth over my eyes, I realized how naive I was. The scrawny man lying on a pile of hay held an earthen gun in his hand and was staring at me. "Where did you come from? What do you do?" He spoke feebly, but his tone was that of a judge. I didn't answer him.I thought to myself, what can I say to you unreasonable people.The hole is very big, only a few pine nut oil lamps are flickering, which makes people feel gloomy, and there are many hay "beds" similar to the old grandson lying on the ground.It seems that this is a "bandit" den. "Could it be a dumb and deaf person? Or, or cough...cough...haven't eaten for a few days?" I don't want to hear this nasty cough. "Come from Beijing, be a reporter!" I said. "Ah—you, you are a reporter!" I don't want to see a gleam of excitement on the expressionless face of a dead man, and then he said rather complainingly: "Oh, Lao Liu and the others are doing something tricky!" , I shouldn’t be coughing...cough coughing...shouldn’t have arrested you! You, you go, if they can’t get it, they will take it out on you when they come back. Go, let’s go!” I, who was killed halfway, never expected that this would end after the "bandit" den!The more the old grandson told me to leave quickly, the more I didn't want to leave.I said gratefully and with concern: "Thank you. I see that you are not seriously ill. You probably have something wrong with your respiratory tract. You need to go to the hospital. Living in a cave is damp and damp, and the air is bad, which will make your illness worse. !" The old man put away his earthen gun, smiled wryly and shook his head: "Mountain people, a little sickness will pass after a while. Besides, how can we get so much money to go to a big hospital!" "Isn't your line of work very...fun?" "Hey, every time a monk goes to the scriptures, the monks of the dynasty have difficult scriptures to recite. You don't know!" Another surprise!It is said that the robbers and bandits pull out golden beans, are they so pitiful? "In this case, why don't you go down the mountain and go home to farm the land, or start a sideline business, and take the serious way to get rich, why do you want to be hated-bandits?" "What, you're calling us bandits too? Look at me cough cough... cough cough..." Old Suntou picked up his earthen gun again, trying to stand up and fight me desperately, but he couldn't get up anyway. "Hey, bandits, bandits! But who did this?! Before liberation, nine out of ten men here became monks and became bandits. I didn't go. Unexpectedly, today, 40 years later, I... Woooo..." Another surprise!After a long time, I asked him: "Master, I really don't understand what you said just now. Why didn't you become a bandit before liberation, but today you...?" The old man wiped his tears with his dry hands like a child, and said: "Good young man, in fact, I am not yet old enough for you to call me uncle. I am only 55 years old at the end of my life. But look at me, I am in my seventies and eighties." ? Well, to be honest, who would want to do such a sinful thing? But we are angry, angry!" Seeing him like that, I quickly squatted down and put a cotton padded jacket on his back. "Can you tell me something? I should call you 'Uncle', right?" "It's a long story, but it might be useful to tell you reporters!" He sighed, and said, "It's been a few years. The higher authorities call on everyone to make a fortune. There are mountains here, and there is no water for growing food. , there is timber that can’t be transported out, and the life is still so tight. I don’t know which turtle grandson came up with a bad idea that year, saying that our back mountain is a cornucopia, so why not go! The people in the village became addicted when they heard it , For a day or two, the whole village men and women ran to the back mountain. I didn’t go.” "Why don't you go?" "Can I go? It's a mine run by the state!" The old man glared at me, and then said, "I don't know why, it seems like no one cares about the mine. The neighbors in our village have big baskets and carts. Carry those precious lumps at home, and later foreigners come to buy them, and a cart of stones can be exchanged for half a year's income in the field. This is even more serious. The village head and secretary of the village took the lead and said that they want to get rich I just went up the mountain. In less than half a year, a mine opened in a well-established country was ruined. Cough... Cough cough... I went up the mountain that day and met the mine manager who went to the province with me to open the model worker meeting in 1956. This As soon as my brother saw me, he knelt on the ground and cried to me: "Brother, the people in your village are privately owned by the state-run mine. Is there any law?" Beat up like this with your wife." He said, and he took off his clothes, and his back and legs were full of blood marks that were whipped with a rattan whip! "Shame, shame on the people in our village! I talked to the village chief and the party secretary, but I didn't expect these black-hearted people to scold me for eating out and stop paying my living allowance for five-guarantee households. I can't do anything about it. Stop them, and look at these angry people who have made a fortune by stealing the country's ore, so they have nothing to do with them. Let the gas out of this transport truck today, and break the axle of that carriage tomorrow. I thought to myself : You cheat the country, I won’t let you have such a good time. Later, people came down from the mountain to work with us, blocking the road every day when it was dark, specially intercepting the transport trucks coming down the mountain and those miners from other places. ... After a long time, I gradually became cruel. No, even you didn't let go. But you can't blame them, they are all good people. Let's talk about the sixth son, he used to work with the village chief, But after the village head became a mine owner and made a fortune, he not only kicked him, but also occupied his wife. The sixth child had no way out, so he chopped off the village head's arm with a knife. Later, he led those who were driven down by those black-hearted mine owners on the mountain to do this underworld thing..." There has been a saying in China since ancient times that "the poor are forced to become bandits". It is unexpected that such things also happened in China in the 1980s.So, I said, "It's illegal to engage in gangsters, so you're not afraid that the government will arrest you?" "Can he catch it? Besides, we are in the dark and they are in the light. It's not as high as the mountains and the emperor is far away!" Regarding this, the old grandson was full of optimism. "Anyway, it's been 30 to 40 years since New China was founded, and it's disgraceful to burn, kill, rob and so on. Besides, it's not a problem for you to dig into caves and sleep in grass nests all day long!" I kindly advised him . Unexpectedly, the old grandson became impassioned instead: "It's really fucking bad luck in eight lifetimes! You say who is willing to suffer this crime, and your face will be blackened! But people only know that cursing us for stealing is a disgraceful thing, and it kills children and grandchildren, and those of them Brazenly going to mines run by the state to rob and steal, but responding to the party’s call, making a fortune, being able to report to the police, and being a model worker! Hmph! I’ve been working as a model worker for more than five years, old grandson, but I’ve never seen such harm to the country The people of the people can also be mothers and model workers! Cough... Cough... You call us bandits and shouldn't do these evil things, but what about them? Let me say, they are the real bandits, big bandits , Bandits who have lost their children and grandchildren! Cough cough... Cough cough... You, go up the mountain and have a look, look there, and you will understand what I said is right. I will tell you, as long as those people who lose their conscience don't withdraw from the mountain Next, I will be a bandit for the rest of my life! Specially robbing their cars and carriages loaded with mines! Haha...cough cough...!" The cave is shaking and spinning... The old grandson's words strongly shocked my heart.Yes, who in this world is the real bandit, who is the sinner who really destroyed the mine and caused the crisis of national survival? Good people—"bandits", "bandits"—good people, in contemporary China, what kind of longitude and latitude should the real people use? My heart flies to the mines—