preface
I had never been to Inner Mongolia before I arrived in Mongolia for the first time in my life. Therefore, I always feel a little puzzled about this place, which borders Inner Mongolia and is called “guo”. It was late afternoon on the streets of Ulaanbaatar, and I was greeted by enthusiastic Koreans who hurried to their hotel. Outside the window of the wine-shop, there were a few stars scattered in the ink-blue sky, and from the street came the sound of drunken Shouting. I looked down, drew the curtain, and everywhere in the world, people who drink too much are the same. The next morning my friend came to pick me up. When I went downstairs, last night the affable Uncle from Korea stood at the reception desk with gauze bandaged on his forehead. I asked my friend what was the matter, and he replied that someone had drunk enough to make trouble last night. “Well, where’s the line, and nobody’s in charge?” I asked. No one answered. On the way, my friend slowly told me that although Mongolia’s national strength was gradually rising, many Chinese businessmen who stayed here were facing increasingly difficult situation, and it was probably these people who were looking for trouble.
A few years ago, a foreign trade official said that Mongolia “produced nothing but mineral water, matsuz, iron, cattle and sheep.” Oil and good tobacco and wine were mainly obtained from Russia, daily necessities were mostly from China, and some miscellaneous goods were brought from Japan and South Korea.
In Mongolia, the further away these items are from Ulaanbaatar, the less the average person can buy them. As a result, the long road began to have the Chinese figure, shuttling between the cities, buy low and sell high.
Although there are protective policies everywhere, with different shops and wholesale markets backed by different forces, Mongolians do not want to run hundreds of miles for a thousand or two tugrik (a few yuan) from a bag of face smears.
So red GAZ 69 suVs roared through the desert without provincial highways, at the edge of the black windswept grasslands and next to the bustling Mongol base. Much like the Beijing Jeep 212, gaz 69 has the back half converted into a seat or pallet, which can be used as a carrier, a Korah, and a mobile brothel in the slums outside Ulan Bator.
This “black freight” is similar to the cargo-carrying of a peddler in China’s old days, and no one knows if the next time one of these cars arrives at your store, something new will pop up that you’ve never seen before. But no one knows what kind of jungle world these goods will be transported through here.
Follow Big Brother Mongolia to experience the moment of becoming a man
Lu Yi came to Ulaanbaatar after graduating from junior high school.
Meeting new friends, drinking openly and rebelling at the same time, though from a different country, the familiar Asian face made the adolescent Lu Yi unafraid.
Before long, with local friends, Lu Yi was able to shout a few words when he saw a beautiful girl passing by, just as he had done in his hometown, Hohhot. Letting each girl step up in fear is the happiest time of day for Lu Yi, who has never had close contact with a girl.
Soon lu yi’s friends brought in a dark brown paste, dug a portion out with spoons, and then burned the bottom of the spoon with the blue flame of an alcohol lamp. The paste slowly melted, and the smoke was inhaled by young people in turn. The cheerful Mongols stopped speaking broken Chinese and began to smile at Lu Yi and talk endlessly in Mongolian.
For most of the six months lu spent with his friends, robbery, brawls, hangovers and smoking black plasters were all about the same as in China, except that he no longer had to fear the police, teachers and parents.
The spiritual leader of this group of young people here is a “Big Brother” named MAO Yisig. A Mongolian native in his 40s, the man often wears a fisherman’s hat, a red-and-white checkered shirt, jeans and black boots. He looks like a fat Chinese singer in the Spring Festival Gala. He is warm to people, no matter any problem will be enthusiastic to help the young people to solve, especially willing to help the confused young people, so he is always surrounded by a lot of 15 or 16 years old teenagers.
The tattered, dark red sofa and desk at Maorysig’s home, where he “took in” the children, were always filled with papers and books in the new Mongolian language.
‘If you think the world is fair to you, you will see the world as round,’ Maussig always told them. If the world you see is distorted, then they are lying to you — parents lie to you that it will be better for you in the future, but they are selfish and just want you to be prosperous in the future and live a better life through you than they could ever achieve in their own lifetime. Teachers are also using you, you study, the teacher can achieve the purpose of salary and bonus, supply benefits, you in the eyes of the teacher, and sanitation workers eyes full of garbage, empty wine bottles are the same, there is no other extra emotion……
These garrulous theory, catering to the adolescents and rebellious thinking, for from foreign country, or is a small city in ulan bator of Mongolia children, they have met the “sense of their own people”, “big brother” here, they don’t have to play “good student”, or falsely say bad not bad in school say “bastards”, also do not need to become parents improve the springboard of life, or the teacher salary on the Numbers.
There is always a steady stream of young people, through the fate, the introduction of friends, the word of mouth came here, they see MAO Yisig, is to listen to the “adult” personally tell them, where the value of their own lives. Only Maoyisig, they say, will help you and tell you the evil intentions of those men.
“If you can’t honestly tell a stranger on the street your whole life and all your flaws and secrets, don’t trust adults who can tell you how much they regret not doing something,” Maorysig reiterates. Adults are always the most selfish.”
Maorysig often stood in front of the second-floor kitchen, watching the young men downstairs drink, kick the ball, abuse each other, fight, and then burst into laughter. Countless times, Mao Yi west after the party, said tearfully, canthus will himself and the city, the streets of adults as bad, he can provide for everyone to carnival, only the building on the second floor of each room, as well as the entrance to the small truck parking lot, “you become adults, will become selfish, eyes only better sofa and more expensive clothes, but never have happiness at the moment.”
Although many parents have come to Maoyisig, they have no reason to talk to him, because Maoyisig does not attract these young people to come over, they are the young people who take the initiative to find a sense of belonging there.
There is always a lot of wine to drink and there are always girls who come to MAO Yisig, although they speak different languages, but they look the same as Chinese girls. But Mr. Mausigg was particularly harsh on the matter, saying that only after becoming a man could he be happy with the girls, because “you can’t properly respect the girls before you become a man.”
One day, Lu Yi and his friends were called over by MAO Yisig, who, with a friend, stood in front of the wintry warehouse and announced, ‘Young people, you can begin to march toward men today.’
MAO Yisig’s Chinese is not good, the usual party by the friend to translate the core of his speech. Today, when MAO Yixi’s friend passed Lu Yi, he gave him a kind smile with a “cheer up” at the corners of his mouth.
MAO Yisig announced that there were more selfish people who smuggled goods from other countries and regions and brought young people along with them. By doing so, they deprive those young people of the time for their youthful happiness, numbing them to money, to numbers, to wear clothes that are much more expensive than yours, but only as warm.
“They are just like the grown-ups, the teachers who tell you to ‘eat bitterness and become a better man’ just to satisfy their own selfish ends. They take advantage of your ignorance of the world. They want to make every one of you their slave.”
“They have constructed a distorted view of the world in your eyes, so that no one is happy anymore, no one wants what they like, only money! You are here with me, no money, no money, but you are happy! It goes to show that this distorted world can keep young people happy enough to reach adulthood!”
“If you want to be a man, the first step is to learn to protect the weak, to protect young people who are being bullied…”
Maorysig’s talk usually lasted no more than half an hour, but it was enough to make the young people below feel excited, as if they were saying things they would only dare to secretly think about if they were masturbating.
A couple of young men in their 20s came out, handed out a pair of gloves to each of their hands, and they got into several cars in batches. As the car pulled the young people past the stadium, Lu yi saw his peers training inside, their faces smiling. Lu yi thought to himself, “They are just used by the coach to compete and then the coach will get the money. These poor young people think they really like sports and like champions.”
Maoyisig, it turns out, was right.
After the stadium, after repairing of bus station, both sides are green and yellow soil slope vegetation, soon, every car “eldest brother”, began to command Lu Yi their next thing to do – such as those who secretly selling supplies to the people around “stopped”, let the young people have their own life should be.
A teenager who completes his life’s counterattack at the black freight gathering
Lu Yi people rob the object, often is the same kind of Wu Jiahe.
When Wu Jiahe dropped out of junior high school at the age of 15, he followed his parents to Mongolia to do truck business.
The place where Wujihe and his mother were located is called Uliastai, Uria Sutai, which the Koreans pronounce close to “Onstellan”. It is the birthplace and starting point of Mongolian trade. It is surrounded by mountains and a river valley.
A few years ago, Ulriasu Tai was also a hub of black truck trading, where you could always find dalian’s dried prawns, Russian linden honey, And Japanese cotton pants and socks.
One is that most of the locals have gone to the capital, Ulaanbaatar, and the numbers are relatively small. Second, foreigners are not excluded here.
Occasional scuffling can be seen between several boys Shouting “Si Ba” (a Korean swear word) and “Fuck them and kill them”. In a little while the fight was over and the two groups of young men were again laughing and playing football. There aren’t many Japanese here, but probably because of the huge amount of financial aid given to The Mongols, and the Mongols also play sumo, the locals seem to like The Japanese. So, once in this small world, a few countries children fight, China and South Korea teenagers will run to the Japanese teenager and go, the Mongolian local children on the roadside to see, will help the Japanese children and China and South Korea teenagers begin.
Before Wu Jiahe learned to swear in Mongolian, his father was killed in a fight. Life here is very realistic, either have resources, or have the strength, if just have a space to run out of their own freight line, a few days will be robbed.
The Wu Jiahe of rebel period understood the cruelty of this kind of life prematurely. He is small in stature, looks also not strong, no matter how the mother begged and begged together in Qinghai to make a living here, everyone does not love to take this eat not much, work and boring little guy.
In order to maintain their own and son’s life, Wu Jiahe’s mother once and her husband to drink and chat the villagers apart legs. That day Wu Jiahe just went home, saw the man just threw some money at the bedside. When he came in, the man asked him to take some toilet paper from the door, wipe it off, throw it on the floor, strap it on, and walk out.
Wu Jiahe understood what happened at that time. That one or two months for both of them, no matter in life, or psychological, are very difficult, Wujiahe has also been angry at his mother growled, “You better go out to sell it!” The mother can only tears on the ground holding his dead husband’s clothes, angry son kept kowtow.
But it didn’t take long, as if mother and son had figured out the only way they could survive here. Wu Jiahe became a see home toilet paper and condoms have no, will go out to buy back the silent child.
When I went out to play football with other boys, 17-year-old Wu Jiahe was the invisible man who would not be passed, whose shot would not be blocked and who would only run him down with the ball. Peers slightly ironic asked him, and his mother sleep a night how to calculate, Wu Jiahe will give him a skilled quote how much money, how much a condom. His face was expressionless, as if there were no burden in his heart, even though he knew it was only a sneer.
When the juvenile A first appeared at his door, Wu Jiahe also A leng, this looks A little smaller than their own boy, every day with A new football to kick to kick, kick, stop to look at Wu Jiahe.
For the first time, instead of being verbally abused or punched by his peers, the boy dazzled In Wu jiahe’s eyes.
Within a few days, the two were playing together. Wu Jiahe soon understand, why the boy is willing to play with himself — the boy does not speak, should be a mute.
One evening, Wu Jiahe is playing football with the youth A, suddenly came to A few of the same age fellow called Wu Jiahe in the past, Wu Jiahe some cowardice, but he also know he is not the end of the past.
Wu Jiahe did not want to be too weak in front of his new friends, so he shouted a few words. Of course, there was a kick and a fist.
a few villagers laughing and beating Wu Jiahe, one of the tallest and strongest one, went over, dragged him to the middle of two ga 69, unzipped his pants, slapped wu Jiahe’s mouth several times in the face, put the half-kneeling Wu Jiahe head under his body.
Wu Jiahe was so sick that he wanted to vomit. He opened his eyes in A daze and saw A boy hiding behind the truck. Teenager A did not speak, also did not move, have been looking at so.
the second day Wu Jiahe got up, understand themselves back to the past that no one reason, everyone bully their day.
Did not expect to open the door, see the teenager A is still playing football in the door, and then stop to look at themselves.
Wu Jiahe broke down instantly. He cried while looking at each other, blame each other yesterday why want to see him bullied, why don’t come to help, don’t help also calculate, why still have to watch.
He repeated his words repeatedly, choking up and crying. At eight or nine o ‘clock in the morning, among several old trucks, Wu Jiahe seemed to tell the young man all the grievances he had accumulated over the years.
after A few days, the teenager A suddenly pulled Wu Jiahe from the home out, standing outside A graceful girl, about A few years older than Wu Jiahe, A long hair, very beautiful.
Wu Jiahe guessed that she was probably the teenager’s sister, so he also called sister, and before he could say more, “sister” began to speak in not very fluent Chinese and asked: “Where do you boys usually play?”
Wu jiahe said, “If you don’t have a car, it’s just ahead on the flat road by the river valley.”
“Sister” listen to pull the young A walked, Wujiahe A face ignorant to stand for A while, and hurried up to follow.
Across the river valley, a group of young men were smoking and playing football with beer bottles thrown at their feet. Young A silently pointed, “sister” nodded, and left.
Those young people took aim at Wu Jiahe, some clamor, you dare to call people? The others, too, said, “As addicted as your mother, isn’t it? Shall I make you comfortable again?”
Because of their fierce living and eating habits, and their long hauling of goods, these Chinese young men in their late twenties are almost as strong as local children. Speaking, several people have come over, will Wujiahe kick down, less than 20 seconds of time, has hit him a choke.
Just when Wu Jiahe’s arms were too weak to block his face, he heard a clear voice say: “It’s them.” The words are round and the voice is loud and clear.
Turn head, the elder sister of teenager A sits beside A person of appearance of big man of Mongolia, point with hand probably, behind two car big man got off the car. Some were wearing dark glasses and some were dressed in black leather. There were not many fat men, but there were many tall and stout ones.
The battle began and ended quickly. A few Of the Mongolian men mumbled a few words to the man who had been knocked to the ground, and the older of the beaten group responded in a simple Mongolian yeshow.
That night, Wu Jiahe picked up A few bottles of beer to look for young A, asked, why don’t you talk to me. Young A said, you also did not ask my name, and I said what I need to answer the words ah.
Young people’s friendships are heating up fast. Wu Jiahe found that the background of the teenager A is not so simple, the original in The Ulriya Su Tai, almost every shop in the refrigerator, is the teenager contact transportation installation.
A few months in the past, Wujiahe is no longer weak before Wujiahe. Boy A often encouraged him to take his revenge on those who bullied him before, especially the villagers who bullied him.
The boy’s uncle controls the fees charged and the inspection of goods imported and exported from Uria Sutai, which are “contracted” from Mongolian officials. In other words, most of the Chinese in the black trucks here depend on the boy’s uncle for food.
Wu Jiahe has never seen the young A’s uncle, young A does not seem to love to mention. One day the teenager A said, or you also try to take two people sports car.
Wu Jiahe figured, these months he was not beaten, because there is A young A and his sister cover, really go out of the sports car, it can be too difficult — not to mention the door valley outside the desert on the tramps who rob money, just the compatriots between the black eat black, he also beat. But the young A as always encourage Wu Jiahe said, even if you do not think for yourself, for your mother.
Wujiahe ran the first black truck, from Ulan Bator to Russia’s salt to the surrounding cities “pour”. This is the simplest sports car: Russian white salt is a beginner’s practice item for Mongolian black truck. The price is cheap, a “piece” of 16 boxes (a box of 2 jin), which is equivalent to about 30 yuan. Strong packaging, whether the car is modified or not, it is easy to code into the car; The weight makes it easy for novice drivers to steer even in bad terrain and windy weather — and most importantly, not much money, despised by locals and robbed by their compatriots.
A busload of dozens of large items and the ability to travel to and from several cities each week is a good business for new recruits.
I just had my world here. Why did I go back? Continue to be bullied? I just had my world here. Why did I go back? Continue to be bullied?
Several years later, one morning, my mother stopped Wu Jiahe, said, the family money saved enough, enough for mother and son to go back to their hometown in Qinghai, build a small building, do some small business, even at a loss can persist for several years.
Wujiahe understand in the heart, so many years, the mother in the foreign land of broken cement house put up with all kinds of hardships, came to a sick, is waiting for a certain moment, can completely break with here, and then leave here with the fastest speed.
But to her mother’s surprise, her son, who had been weak and obedient, stood at the door and coldly said, “I want to send you back to me. I have just had my world here. Why should I go back? Continue to be bullied?”
Before knowing the young A, probably in addition to each meal can decide which dish to clip first, Wujiahe’s life is rarely round to their own time. Now, he has more say than his late trucking father: he can decide whether a few stores have an extra good today, and he can even, depending on the mood, limit the neighborhood to Korean baijiu or Chinese baijiu. Of course, if you make him happy, he can even get Armenian brandy.
Here, no matter a Chinese businessman or a Mongolian aunt, they all smile when they see Wu Jiahe, and some people who bullied him before are now following him and living in his car. Whenever Wu Jiahe was in a bad mood, he said to them, “Haven’t you ever bullied me before?” The other person will immediately slap themselves and scold them.
Wu Jiahe dare not imagine, he said he had no way back, very hard to struggle to now, there is A teenager, he will not go to.
Mother still left, wu Jiahe’s driver and porter sent. Wu Jiahe cleaned up the house, before, the mother always gave all the Windows are closed curtains, Wu Jiahe simply put all the curtains and old furniture are thrown away, new table, new tablecloth, new cups. It’s nice when she’s gone and she doesn’t feel bad about looking at old things and remembering all those men from the past.
Next, Wu Jiahe to rely on their own hands, to live again.
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