In the spring of 1997, hometown began to daxing “withdraw township and town.”
In my memory, this reform has never stopped the on-again, off-again integration of small administrative structures such as villages, groups and social cooperatives. This time, it is the biggest change in the administrative territory of my hometown — upper-level planning, reducing heavy redundant government agencies, reducing financial burden, and effectively integrating natural and population resources. Factories and enterprises are now also on a large scale to break the iron rice bowl, mergers and restructuring.
In my hometown, the administrative organs of Xia-he township, which had existed for nearly 50 years, were removed and transferred to taoping Township, which has a larger and more concentrated population. Two townships and one town are called Taoping Township, and xia-He disappears completely. The original two township party committee and government team merged into one office, streamline administration without reducing the number of staff, several times to go to the government to do business, see a long queue, in the cafeteria in a word long snake, winding, but also scary jump.
At that time, the slogan “create a new northwest with beautiful mountains and rivers” had just been put forward, and various construction projects were in full swing. Lines of slogans were painted on every wall where words could be written: black on the white wall, white on the mud wall, red and red paint on the cliff, striking and rainproof.
But the slogan can not let how many years have not beautiful mountains and rivers immediately beautiful up, how to do?
They had to build embankments and terraces — what the villagers called the “second agricultural village”. Anyway, traffic information resources are scarce and closed places, there is nothing else to do, and different from the beauty of mountains and rivers, do also do in vain.
At that time, the job market has been in my hometown, junior high school, junior high school graduated didn’t finished reading, not high school kids, back up the bags in succession, banded to coastal factories, age slightly longer young and middle-aged people rush about all the year round in henan spi in qinling gold mine, where is not far from home, half a day’s drive, has the advantage.
The government officials felt very humiliated and went to the countryside to have a meeting. The meeting hall was full of grey hair, only a few people could count them, and no one answered their speeches. The cadres were angry and felt that nobody took them seriously. More importantly, the people have gone, beautiful mountains and rivers who will build?
There are countless stories surrounding these contradictions. These stories, like a continuous drama, play out on both sides of a river.
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In those years, most of the village workforce spent their time on “business trips.”
Every spring and winter, there are two “battles” in the village — in which officials organize the rural labor force to work collectively and “fight heaven and earth to transform rivers and mountains” — with no fewer than 20 members of each family on duty. Students and people over the age of 70 who are unable to work are left to the family labor force.
As a result, those who are able to work often double their attendance at work. Summer and autumn rain, often sent mountain torrents, repair roads and embankments, afforestation, are also busy.
Families who cannot work must pay to the village committee, which is called “work in relief”, which is an ingenious use of the policy of “work in relief”. Each “job” is converted into money, 30 or 40 yuan, depending on the size of the project task. Calculated down, no labor can go out of the family a season of the project down the money often in the thousands of yuan or so, far more than a labor out of the income, so, in order not to pay this money, the family out of thousands of miles of migrant workers will come back.
If you really do not want to work, there are two ways to go, one is to buy an urban hukou — also known as commodity grain hukou at that time — with this hukou, you are eating public grain people, do not have to work bad. I remember very clearly, at that time the commodity grain account 5000 yuan a person, and can quickly do special. This was a frightening number for rural people at the time, and few families who could afford it were gritting their teeth to buy hukou for their young family members, one for each and two for each. Those who have commodity grain registered permanent residence, no longer have to go out to work in the face of the wind and snow, walk on the road, head and feet bare, let those who move stone shovel dirt people infinite envy.
The other way is to transfer the household registration, the local household registration to the mountain outside, the household registration is not, naturally also do not have to go out of labor. People who have friends and relatives outside the mountains are all thinking of moving their hukou out, and no one cares whether they can fall into a new household outside the mountains. Many people’s hukou hangs in this way.
A family surnamed Kang moved the old man’s household registration to the village of Wenxi elder daughter’s home in Shanxi Province, where the people are not stupid, why to drop a person’s household registration out of thin air? Besides, the old man, who was still useless, refused resolutely. The account has been suspended.
After a few years, the old man became seriously ill. Seeing no cure, he came back. After death, no registered permanent residence, the village cadres also do not let buried, must let the family in these years of the project arrears to make up, spent a lot of effort before buried.
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The spring of 1998 came a little early. Just after the fifth day of the first lunar month, dogwood flowers bloomed yellow all over the branches, and the dogwood flowers showed no signs of weakness. They had no time to grow high, so they bloomed with purple head and purple head in the ground. The early bees hurry and draw straight lines between the flowers and the nest.
The new leadership new atmosphere, this season’s “battle” project, is the construction of Taoping Town Caojiagou embankment.
The river, which had no banks, had been flowing freely in the mountains from the beginning. In the past, people had no power to fight against nature. At most, they built temples of the Dragon King in places flooded by rivers and let their own people supervise their own people.
Strictly speaking, the “Caojiagou” has surpassed the form and scale of the “ditch”. A long river flows out from The Jalian Mountains, thin and reckless at first, and finally joins the Wuguan River and runs to the Danjiang River. In Taoping, the river is 60 li long. It has a name and a nameless name, a nickname and a temper. Sometimes quick, sometimes slow, sometimes wide, sometimes narrow, given by potential.
The embankment project is located in Caojiagou. This is a gentle area, densely populated, fertile land, the largest plot of land has 3 mu, the river here marked a crescent, taoping town is the “land of rice fishing”, is also the local girls marry preferred place.
The project plans to build an 8 km embankment to straighten a section of the meniscus. In order to complete this plan, the town water conservancy bureau specially sent people out to investigate and study, which is said to draw lessons from the current and historical experience of Suzhou River. There is another consideration in choosing a site here — here is the main road leading to the shangnan of the neighboring county. Further away are Xixia and Nanyang in Henan province. Many people on the road, icing on the cake, the visual effect is better.
Therefore, the town government set up the project headquarters, quality inspection group, battle supervision group, logistics group, liaison group, news group, the mayor himself to take charge, a total of 70 people, all out, to make a “model project”, “millennium project”, “to produce a beautiful new northwest satisfactory answer paper.
The warlord group soon went to the countryside, and organized a thousand troops to repair the dike. Nearly 1,000 people are placed on the 8-kilometer-long riverside, 10 meters a red flag, like two great Walls.
The most important material to build an embankment is stone. The rocks in the riverbed, after years of scouring by the river, become round and smooth, leaving behind, are all after the tempered good guys, but is not a good material for stone practice – in the absence of cement and sand bonding conditions, the stones need to “stubble”, is the surface of the maximum fit. Even so, all the stones in the river were taken out in a few days. The stones that could be levered off the cliffs on both sides were soon used up.
The county water resources bureau provided air compressors and air drills, and the Material resources Bureau provided blasting materials. In addition to the embankment project, and add a new project: open mountain for stone.
The air compressor and the pneumatic drill shouted, but the use rate was obviously not high before, the cream paint on the machine was intact, the brand was also loud – “Kishan” brand, and all the equipment was temporarily carried to and from work by a tricycle.
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This year, I and the village of the hair xiaochun child is in lingbao gold mine Cangzhuyu some pit mouth learning blasting, he was 1 month earlier than Me to the work team, count my senior. It was also my first real job in a mine, and although I had had many mine experiences before, it was only a passing glance in comparison.
At that time, we used the fuse detonation method, with a cigarette end to the explosion of the working face of more than 20 cables in turn lit. The snake-like fireworks that erupt from the fuse often show the overalls with big holes and small holes and burn the fingers into blisters, which is a thrilling and exciting process. Dynamite always went off as soon as we turned and darted away, rocks and smoke coming after us.
One evening, we received an urgent notice from the town engineering headquarters, requesting us to return to the countryside to participate in the construction project and be responsible for the blasting of the mountain. So, before we had time to pay our wages, we packed up and went back that night.
In order not to affect the progress of the embankment work, the blasting was arranged at night. It was when we went to work, and it was when we went home with a stone on our head, and the brass trumpet was blowing.
There are 5 people in the blasting drilling group, 3 people are responsible for drilling holes in the rock with pneumatic drill, and 2 people are responsible for rolling loose explosives into ham-like shape. The former is in the wild, the latter in an idle cattle pen. Sometimes, the two groups change jobs.
It is warm and cold, and the word must have originated in the early spring. At night, the mountain wind blows hard and blows a thin layer of ice over the river. The end of the stone from the hole was swaying from side to side by the wind, like flowers at a loss. Fine powder fell in the air over our heads, on the ground, on the needles of the pines.
The machine was hard and cold, and we did not have the condition or habit of wearing gloves. As you roll the explosive, it touches the wound like a needle. Piles of the People’s Daily, The Reference News and the New Countryside were rolled into tubes, filled with explosives, stuffed into gun holes and exploded into a crumpled form, a part of the spring air.
The fuse is extremely short, in order to save every inch of fuse, we always put the contact connection of the detonator in the position of the muzzle, but the manual winding of explosives gunpowder density is not enough, affecting the detonation speed, blasting effect is always unsatisfactory.
Soon, the demolition team was severely criticized by the headquarters because of the lack of stone supplies. The commander surnamed Li was born in the military, and had exercised his will and temper in a difficult frontier port in northwest China. He issued a command: “If you can’t finish the revolutionary task again, you will be arrested and paraded through the streets!”
There were thousands of people on the embankment waiting for rice to be cooked, and we had to work hard all night.
Group has a person called Hou Jun, the task of lighting the fuse has been completed by him. He was lean and tall, and had speed in his hands and legs. Before he always said, in mine blasting workers worked for 3 years, but I how also can’t see what his experience – operating machinery stagger, when loading explosive, he incredibly dare to use a steel drill rod tong – this is very dangerous, hit to the detonator, is likely to explode, if lead to explosive, only is a.
One night it rained a little, and the ground was sodden. The powder had fallen early, and a blanket of white felt had been laid on the floor. But when the morning trumpet was already spread out over the opposite hill like a mist, the sound of exploding guns at last began to ring out in confusion.
After the event, she went with him to light the fuse and said that Hou Jun held the cigarette but could not light the end of the cord. She tried to light one, but the next one was stuck. “Halfway through the point, I said run, but Hou Jun wanted to light it, so I turned around and ran, while Hou Jun tried to light it again.”
Hou Jun just turned around not far away, the cannon rang, stone crows like flying all over the sky, one fell down, into hou Jun running in the buttocks.
At the town hospital, the doctor removed a stone, half the size of a ping-pong ball, and a triangle from Hou Jun’s bottom egg. Fortunately, there’s still a little way to go.
Day by day, the two dragons wriggled and swam along the banks of the river and grew bigger and bigger. A heavy rain, as if to fly up.
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Into early February, spring, such as spring, mountain peach blossom began to bear bone. “On February 2, the dragon raises its head.” Everything opens its eyes. It’s time to plant potatoes.
Now the hearts of others on the levee began to melt away. Some people sneaked home after working late and began to work in the fields with horse-lamps. Some people made bedboards out of their own boards and went to the market in a neighboring province at night to get small change. More bold, carry dung buries seed, say to want to plant potatoes to the ground before coming back to continue to repair the river embankment.
After all, human beings are not machines. When many people returned to the construction site the next day, they were either late or had no spirit, which affected their enthusiasm for work. Commander some angry, to the warlord group under the command, kill the chicken to scare the monkey: “catch the deserter back, swim crowd!”
Li Dayou was not a native of Chang ‘an County, and his hometown was not on the plain of Chang ‘an County, but in the mountains of Lantian County, on the edge of the Qinling Mountains. Fifteen years ago he was introduced to the door of a local woman whose husband had died. She was 40 years old at the beginning, and she was sick and had no children of her own. The boy in front, surnamed Li and Wang, was a soldier in Lanzhou.
Half a century old Lee is very diligent, before the first half of life no name don not hang around, always have to grasp the left little situation, moreover, not diligent also have no way, he is the only one in the family can work, his son is thousands of miles away, several years do not come back once. Who else can you point at?
The stone supply of the construction site is not enough, the progress of the project is extremely slow, every day at the construction site, I feel anxious, but also anxious. Thinking about going home to accompany his wife, she had a difficult meal at home alone, so she came back.
This morning, Li Dayou went to the river with a bucket. It was a bucket of lacquer wood. It was his own craft. There were no water jars in the local people’s homes. They just went to pick out a load after they finished eating. Anyway, it was close to the river.
Li Dayou watched from a distance as a group of people came toward him on motorcycles, not many of them at that time. Close to some, just see is the town armed forces department Yuan minister, is the head of the project supervision group, he followed by a few young people, also know, but not on the name, only know that they patrol on the site every day.
Li felt bad and ran back with an empty bucket, while Yuan chased him.
Somehow, he moved his hand. Li Dayou had also served as a soldier, and was also a scout, and later held a short gun to the leader for several years. Several people were hurt, but only slightly, but Li was the worst, with a broken bone in his ankle. The lacquer wood bucket broke into pieces and spread all over the floor.
Li Dayou can be broken leg bone has not been the headquarters of rao, crutched, swam a crowd, and then to the hospital played a cast.
Li Dayou made a phone call to the old leader, the old leader made a phone call to the county, the party was criticized, asked to pay attention to the way and measure of work, the cadre was punished also a pit of fire.
Farmers who rake in the dirt have to build river banks
It was like a bomb, buried in the bodies of many witnesses and hearers, especially my father. Over the years, no one knows how many bombs buried in his body, he himself also forget, have been dismantled by the years, only this one is the largest and heaviest, how can not be dismantled.
In 1998, my father was 55 years old. Everyone is 55, and that’s not a big deal, but my father’s 55 is a bit of a bummer. First a cow died of illness, then the bicycle was lost. From then on, I could only go out on two legs.
My father is full of enthusiasm for the construction of his hometown. All of us are the same. On the bank of Caojiagou, my father was in charge of the “stone training project”, which was to build the embankment with stones. The stone training project takes groups as units and households as units. The length of 10 meters and 8 meters varies according to the population of each household. Next to his father’s family, the young man had just graduated from high school and was not likely to do such a skilled job. The stones were always put in the wrong place.
This day is also coincidently, just the person of quality inspection group comes, point to a place to ask a young man to rework. The young man gambled a few words, and the gang took him to the headquarters to “get an education”.
The father suddenly shouted, “Don’t you dare touch the men and try!”
The sound was too high and went far. The father had a voice for singing folk songs, and the people on both sides of the river woke up almost at once and shouted, “Try the servants again!”
The crowd was too stupid to move, and the air was frozen.
The headquarters car came and went, and all the leaders came and went. After all, it’s hard to say who’s right or who’s wrong. After all, things can be complicated and simple.
The whole project was shut down for the day. My father’s name was written on the blackboard and circulated a criticism. This is the father’s life, the only ink heavy brush.
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On July 18, 1998, the Gorge river was flooded with a flood once seen in a hundred years. It rained heavily for a whole day and a whole night. The bucket was stretched out and retrieved, making it half a bucket of water. Heavy rain closed the door, the people in the house can not even send urine out, urine in the eaves, the rain carried away.
Rain stopped, like a herd of cattle on both sides of the mountain were skinned, are debris flow tracks. The grass and the willows in the river and the cornfields by the river had disappeared. In some places it was sunken in, in others it was protruding, and some of the large stones had disappeared, and some had been removed. The rain fell hard, the water died fast, and the trees from nowhere were stranded, and half the river lay in a heap.
At that time, my family had only three adobe rooms and I had not yet separated from my parents. It was even more crowded when everyone was around. When he could not sleep at night, he put a bamboo curtain on the top of the stable and made a bed for it. The cow chewed and wheezed all night long, so that he could not sleep all night. The whole family realized that the new house would have to be built anyway.
The wood of the river was just right for the purpose, much easier than cutting it down from the mountains. When forestry policy was tight, a sign on the wall read: “If you chop down a tree, you are chopping off the head of a future descendant.” The trees on the mountain are so dense that dogs cannot get under them. The old dead trees fall down and perch on other branches. Under the rain, they grow agaric or herbaceous mushrooms. Even so, the timber quota for building houses is not approved.
My father and I had great strength, and it was only then that we introduced a handsaw, called a gripper saw, which was light, sharp, and efficient enough for one man to operate. Within half a month, there was no wood in the yard. Pine, toon wood, green gang wood, acorn wood, thick and thin length complete. My father calculated from his experience as a carpenter that there was more than enough wood for three large houses.
The next thing was to repair the foundations. No wall without a foundation, no house without a wall, foundation is the foundation. There was an unwritten regulation at that time, as long as reached the family of certain population, can apply for foundation approval after building repair first, the process of foundation approval is very complex and long, and the growth of the young daughter or son does not wait for who. This is also part of the human side of local rules.
The process of building the foundations and the walls was heavy but long, and the ordinary times were as unmemorable as the unspoken meals of the day. It was as simple as if it had never happened.
Some of the memories are from the past. At that time to build a house is particularly fastidious about the timber beam to “three toon”, namely Chinese toon, stink toon and flourishing toon. Chinese toon and stink toon are easy to get, the most difficult one is prosperous toon. There is no shortage of prosperous toon tree hill, lack is good material. This kind of tree, it is difficult to have a tree into the material, is not too curved, is rotten heart. With a lot of effort, finally found one from the pot, basin thick, strong and straight.
Master Yang was still there at that time. He is a native of Nanyang, Henan province. He is his father’s partner. He is the best carpenter in the world.
On this day, we asked Master Yang to carve dragon and phoenix designs on the main beam. Left dragon and right phoenix, lifelike, as if to fly away, as if something stumbled. After the dragon and Phoenix were carved, the materials on it had been assembled into a sequence, and the wooden frame stood up, glittering white, solemn and spectacular.
The craftsmen took great care to work for their peers, and every piece of wood was shaved. Master Yang sat on the beam and sang. He had the courage to fly, but he also had the privilege — in his hometown, he was the leading actor in a local opera troupe, and he could play and pull, especially the Erhu.
This time, he sang an excerpt from the opera Chen Sanliang:
Chen went to court in a couple of steps
Look up and see clearly
Yamen is like yan Wang Dian
The lobby is like a flayed court
Pity my miserable brothel girl
Today he fell into the jaws of the tiger
Don’t be afraid. I’ll put it on the court
Ask me a word and I’ll answer
…
He was tangled in the middle of the beam, three feet above the ground, his grizzled hair and funny red autumn clothes rising and falling in the wind, as if about to float away. It was a bitter drama, unbecoming on this festive occasion. At this moment, I don’t know what happened to him. He sang paragraph after paragraph, but could not stop; the more he sang, the more he sang, the louder he sang, until he was alone in heaven and earth.
Gorge river flowing in the roots of the mountains, the poplars are ahead of the yellow leaves. Clear blue sky, white clouds crossing the east without rest.
It is the 14th day of the eighth lunar month. Ten days later, Master Yang really left.
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My family’s newly built house was soon fined 4,000 yuan for having “no timber quota”. The young men at the town forestry station also knew where the timber came from, but no explanation was needed. Anyway, there is no examination and approval index is illegal logging, “not to be imprisoned has been lenient”.
Our whole family had a night meeting for the first time. After a great deal of confusion, we finally decided to give gifts.
The first person to be given was the town party secretary, who was in charge. A word from him would have made everything easier.
I went with my father. Secretary Liu’s house was in a narrow alley in the county seat. After a long inquiry, he found the iron gate. The antithetical couplets pasted under the Spring Festival post have been corroded by wind and rain for a long time, and the font is indifferent to the bright red door. Secretary Liu did not come back from the town. His lover, a street sweeper, was coming back with a broom. We are very enthusiastic to hear that we are from the country where my husband works. She wears a pair of glasses, has a missing front tooth and speaks Gansu-flavored Mandarin.
We have brought two boxes of tea, called Shangnan green tea. Keep it in a plastic bag to keep it from sticking out too much. Tea from the neighboring county try horse town, in the vicinity of some famous. Every year at the picking season, the women and children of my hometown turn out in full force. Maybe it was made by a girl next door, I thought.
At the dinner table, my father and I were so nervous that not a bowl of noodles tasted good.
That explains why you came. The secretary’s wife said, things you take away, words I must spread. Father said, a point of meaning, do not accept, I go back how to eat next rice? At last the tea leaves were put down.
A few days later, the tea leaves were returned unopened. The bearer laid down the tea without a word.
The next gift object is the forestry chief, he has the right to enforce the fine, fine more or less he can say.
After the shock of the last gift-giving, my father and I were even more unsure this time. The father said, forget it, you go, I will not go. I said, the last time, not the last time.
Forestry stationmaster is a young man, had seen a few days ago. We went to his office instead of his home. This time my father and I brought nothing, because we didn’t know what to bring. “I know what you’re doing here,” said the stationmaster. “It’s no use saying anything. Let me tell you something. The town is in a tight budget and has no money to pay for the materials due for the project.”
I know, he’s talking about the embankment project.
On the way home, father said nothing but sighed. At last he said, “Come on, sell the cow.”
There are two oxen in the house, and they are a pair, working well together while plowing and scraping the land. The yellow mud floor was hard and sloping, and a cow could not drag the plow to a depth. Two cows, and often difficult to match. Scalpers are stubborn and stubborn. Yellow and black brighter summer bulls in my family have been partners for many years. They never fight with each other, just like brothers.
Cattle have been in my family since I can remember. Father often said, your grandfather had a bad life, leaving nothing but a few cows. The old cattle pens have been renovated, from grass roof to tile roof, from stone trough to wooden trough, and the feet of the house are speckled with rubble. Every year during frost’s descent, my father ploughed the cattle in front and my family sowed the seeds and felled the cows in the back. The leaves of the walnut trees fell like crows from the treetops to cover the fresh wheat fields and the ground.
That’s how our family history, our days, came to be.
Two cattle traders gave 4,000 yuan, as if they had agreed.
These are the last two cows in our family, and the last two cows in our village. Since then, the history of raising cattle in my family has ended. Since then, I have never seen the shadow of a cow in my hometown.
The cows “got” to walk on the road to the outside of the mountain, they are happy and happy, now and then bumping the head of each other, and nibbling a roadside leaf or grass.
My father followed and burst into tears.
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It was the 23rd day of the twelfth month when the embankment completed its winter work.
A heavy snow fell from the sky. The snow fell thick, drifting diagonally through the air, then falling vertically, the seeds hitting the face, some pain. There is no big goose snow in the deep winter. Big goose snow only appears in the early winter when it is not too cold or in the early spring when it is already too cold.
Every family began to prepare for the Spring Festival. The skin of the sorghum has not been peeled off, the flour of the steamed bun is still wheat grain, the pig is still in the pen, and the firewood is still on the mountain. There are too many things to be busy with.
I discuss with spring son again go to mine to work. The best opportunity to make money in a mine is not spring, nor summer, nor autumn, in which the temperature and temperature are suitable. It is the New Year season, in which the personnel are rotated in great rotation, and the so-called money must be obtained wherever possible. The boss called again and again from the mine. The workers were sick and running away. He was so worried.
The wife was eight months pregnant, pregnant, and in the spring the baby would be born, with a lot of money to spend. And the daughter of the spring family, Xiaoling, also set in April next year to get married, still short of a dowry money.
Hometown to Lingbao to transfer in the county town, there is no direct bus xia He to the county town, to turn in the town. It takes a lot of time and money to turn it around. There’s a car that goes all the way to the mines. It’s a jeep that opens up behind it. We call it the Big Butt. Big butt jeep is very powerful, can ride 14 to 5 people at a time, also burn oil badly, so the ticket price is very high. Take this kind of car, accurate call a way not to call to take, call “code”, it is to resemble a stone same code together, fat thin discretion collocation, do not leave a little space. Big butt jeep across the mountains, wade river, walk is a path, can save the road and time.
8 hours, finally arrived Chen Er.
Chener, a small town in Luonan County, is the last stop from Shaanxi to Lingbao in Henan. The direction we want to go, will cross the high Qinling Mountains, this is the shortest road.
A refers to the day of the ridge abrupt in front, see ridge head, gufeng mammoth, vaguely white snow. As a rule of thumb, it was not a short journey. It was four o ‘clock in the afternoon, and we had little time left for the day.
Spring son and I carry luggage, inside is rubber shoes, work clothes, change underwear, mining lights, gloves, snacks… The backpack was heavy.
This is another major peak in the Qinling Mountains to the west of Huashan mountain. The slopes are sloping and not far away there is a pit mouth with a winding railway track. The railway tracks, reflected by the lights in the pit, extend into the mountain to no one knows where. They were like two long straws, harvesters, workmen, muddy water, flowing out of one end of the straw.
The mules descended from the mountains, laden with ore, their loins slightly dented by the weight of the ore. The path was gouged out by the iron palm of the day. The trough was muddy and could not be moved. The mule teams coming up from the mountain were carrying supplies and people. Where they meet, they make way for each other. In a slight collision, the weight-bearing party would stagger violently.
At last we reached the head of the ridge, beyond which lies the boundary of Henan.
Setting sun put the last touch of afterglow on the path under our feet, but also on the sweat of my face and the son of spring. From then on, it will also blot out our new lives and new stories.
Far and near were pale, naked cliffs, like waterfalls dropping from the sky.
The end of the
Compared with the later ten years of mine demolition years, those drifting life with wind and rain, this year, all really is nothing, but why always look back?
In the hot summer of 2016, my father finished his life amid the sound of cicadas. He was 73 years old when he left.
Chun Zi, who grew up with mud and urine together with me, died in yicheng iron Mine in Shanxi in 2008, which was the last thing I finished, during which I had a week of difficult compensation negotiations with the mine owner. How exactly did the accident happen? Where is the mine? It’s still a mystery.
In those days, the cadres in the town are now probably retired, and at the lowest level, they devote their sweat and their whole life to it. No matter how big or small they are, they are also worthy of respect.
As for Taoping Town, in 2014, it was removed to the present Luanzhuang town. Now, Luanzhuang has become a relocation site with a migrant population of 3,000, making it a new population and economic center.
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