"The rivers, the three ridges, the millet and the bright red flowers; the generations of ancestors who spent their days like years, counting the sorghum stalks on the loess slopes; the souls of each and every soul, dizzy, went to southern Yunnan and met their benefactors.
Being able to have enough food and clothing; a trembling heart, that bitter and sour sweetness, An Jiajun's kindness is as thin as the sky..."
The vast and majestic but deeply sad and tragic Xintianyou song echoed between heaven and earth. He was harvesting with the villagers. An Yi, who was sweating profusely, raised his head in surprise and looked around for the singer. He found that the villagers, officers and soldiers all over the field had stopped.
With the sickle inside, I straightened my back and listened to this desolate and simple song that was almost roaring.
On the green hillside in the northeast, a thin black man with his head still wrapped in a white towel turned his head to the sky, closed his eyes tightly, and shouted out the Xintianyou tune passed down from his ancestors to thousands of soldiers and civilians in the golden rice fields. His eyes couldn't stop.
Hot tears flowed down his dark neck with bulging veins.
Under the big tree behind the man, there was a woman sitting with a child in her arms, nursing her baby with her clothes open. She sometimes looked at the cows grazing leisurely around her, and sometimes looked ahead. For the first time, she dared to speak to thousands of fellow villagers and Anjia at the top of her voice.
The husband who was an officer and a soldier was singing. His eyes were sometimes worried and sometimes moved. After listening for a while, he couldn't help wiping away tears. The woman met the lame husband in front of her on the way to escape.
At that time, the woman's children and elderly all died of illness in the wilderness at the border of Hubei and Shaanxi. None of the refugees who were rolling south had the strength to look at her. It was her current husband, a thirty-eight-year-old lame man who couldn't even take care of himself. Occasionally,
Seeing that she could still hum, he picked her up from the pile of dead people and carried her hobblingly all the way to the reception center set up by the Anjia Army in Baihe County, northwest Hubei.
The beautiful woman in her twenties was already dying at the time. It was the Anjia army doctor who treated her and the lame man who cared for her day and night for more than twenty days. She was lucky enough to survive. After she recovered, she came to southern Sichuan.
, she married this shepherd boy who was eighteen years older than her and had never touched a woman's breasts in his life.
When she moved to southern Yunnan again, the woman was already pregnant. She was taken care of by the farm and the political representatives of Anjiajun. Not only was she the first to receive a house, quilt, pots and pans, and half an acre of vegetable land, it also became more than 13,000 acres of fertile land.
He is the co-owner of mountains, forests and pastures within a radius of more than ten miles.
A woman will never forget the day when her child was one month old. At the same time, farm elders from northern Shaanxi, Jia and military representatives, came to the door with large and small packages of gifts to congratulate her. Before leaving, she and her husband were given a new task: the farm had just been allocated 80
A strong ox. From today on, your family will no longer have to go to the fields to follow the call. You will be dedicated to herding cattle for the farm. If you do a good job, your husband and wife’s work points will be doubled.
Over the past few months, eighty cattle have become fat and strong under the careful care of the lame couple. Twenty-seven of the cows have given birth to calves. There is no shortage of oil and salt. The couple, who have no worries about food and clothing, have suffered several injuries.
Public praise was given, and the names of the couple were included in the honor list every month on the blackboard. The husband, who had been withdrawn and cowardly since he was a child, also had a smile on his face.
He often hums a few songs from his hometown to joke with his wife while grazing cows, but the woman has never seen such a thing like today, which can be heard all over the country and is so shocking that the woman has never seen it before. The woman even thought that in her life,
She didn't expect to hear her husband's sweet voice, but she never dared to sing loudly. Today she heard it.
After a brief moment of panic and shyness, the woman stared at her timid husband, at the golden rice fields and the dark villagers at the foot of the mountain. An unprecedented sense of happiness and pride flowed in the woman's heart, warm and so warm.
Her tears were also hot.
On the ridge of the field, An Yi took the water from a beautiful woman and thanked her in a low voice. He glanced at the five windmills shaking on the terrace. A group of people gathered around the large square barrels to beat the naked young bodies out of the rice ears, and exhaled.
The scalding heat made me drink a full bowl of water in one gulp.
"General, would you like another bowl?"
The beautiful young woman has a nice voice, a dignified and smooth face with a faint smile, a restrained demeanor and a graceful body, which made An Yi feel dizzy at first sight.
An Yi wiped the sweat from his face and thanked him in a low voice: "That's enough, thank you... Zhu Yun, go and persuade your dad not to let him get tired. The work of shaking the windmill is done by young people. Be careful."
Waist, the gains outweigh the losses."
Zhu Yun looked at his father, Zhu Zizhan, who was tying the hem of his gown around his waist on the sunbathing terrace. He couldn't help but smile sweetly and explained in a low voice: "General, don't worry. Although my father is old, he gets up and boxing every day before dawn for decades."
Day after day, rain or shine, even though his beard is gray, his body and bones are still very strong...I have never seen my father as happy as he is today, like a child..."
An Yi was surprised to see Zhu Yun covering his mouth and laughing. He looked at Zhu Zizhan again who was instigating the windmill and shouting for adding millet. He thought for a while and walked to the side of the Civil Affairs Bureau Director Zhu Yaoliang:
"Brother Yaoliang, Mr. Zhu's eldest son Zhu Yun is still studying at the Southern Sichuan University of Political Science and Law, and his younger son is studying at the High School Affiliated to the University of Science and Technology. Zhu Yun is also going to study at the University of Political Science and Law this time. Is there anyone at home to take care of him?"
"General, please don't worry. Zhu Yun will be taken care of by his second mother and a few old servants when he is gone. If not, there will still be hundreds of younger members of our Zhu family. The entire West Street in the city where he lives is full of relatives and friends.
There is no mistake, besides, my uncle has a strong body and can walk normally. No ordinary young man can compare with his agility and agility. He refuses to accept old age!" Zhu Yaoliang, who has a tall nose and deep eyes, is very proud.
An Yi nodded and suddenly thought of a question: "Brother Yaoliang, I want to ask, your family is very large. Are there any other big families like your Zhu family in southern Yunnan? Are they like you, for generations?
Have you always upheld the inheritance and rules of your ancestors?"
Zhu Yaoliang thought for a while: "Strictly speaking, there are not many left... We are originally from Huaibei. Our ancestors followed Emperor Yongle in the expedition to Yunnan during the Hongwu period, and stayed after quelling the border chaos... According to the family tree passed down for hundreds of years,
Our ancestors were actually given the surname Nangong. Because of their repeated military exploits, they were given the national surname Zhu.
Emperor Yue stayed behind to guard southern Yunnan, and his official position was that of commander and envoy Si Liupin Zhenfu. After Emperor Yongle came to the throne, the second-generation head of the family, Jinzheng Wupin Xuanfu Si Qianshi, has stayed in southern Yunnan ever since.
Branches and leaves scattered. During the Qing Dynasty, all members of my Zhu family resigned from office and returned to their fields. They never returned to their hometown in Huaibei."
"No wonder your Zhu family has such excellent etiquette and solid culture." An Yi admired sincerely.
Zhu Yaoliang smiled and said: "Thank you, general! In fact, there are two other families in Yunnan with a long history. Like our Zhu family, they came to Yunnan in the early Ming Dynasty and took root. That is the Mu family and Li family in Dali. They are both Taizus.
After the hero who stayed in Yunnan, almost all the families declined after Wu Sangui led the Qing troops to capture Yunnan.
, including many of my predecessors of the Zhu family, died fighting against the Qing soldiers. The Mu family and the Li family suffered even more serious losses. They disappeared for a time. Later, the Qing court gradually relaxed its rule and resurfaced. We lived carefully. Our Zhu family
Located in southern Yunnan, the territory is far away, poisonous miasma is rampant, and the Qing government's rule is weak, which is why the family is as prosperous as it is today.
"Over the past hundreds of years, many of the old rules of our ancestors have quietly changed. For example, I am a branch of the Zhu family. My mother is from the Baiyi tribe. My uncle's family, Zhu Yun, and my two brothers Zhu Mu were born to Aunt Li, whose ancestral home is Fengyang.
Pure Han ancestry
, and sister Zhu Yun was born to the second mother of the Hui ethnic group who has lived here for seven generations. Like me, her appearance is slightly different from her brothers and sisters in the tribe, and due to intermarriage among our generations, many people can say that
Two or three types of ethnic minorities
Language, she gets along well with the surrounding ethnic groups and has been communicating with her all year round. However, as smart as Zhu Yun is, she is the only one who can speak almost all ethnic languages. Therefore, the parliament decided to let her follow the general to inspect various places starting tomorrow and serve as an interpreter.
, and only she can talk to the leaders of various villages. The leaders of any ethnic group like her and regard her as one of their own, especially the Hui people, who almost treat her as a princess, haha!"
Only then did An Yi understand why Zhu Yaoliang and Zhu Yun both had the characteristics of high noses and deep eyes. Both of them inherited the advantages of the two nations in terms of figure and appearance. The thirty-four-year-old Zhu Yaoliang looked tough and capable, with a dignified appearance;
Zhu Yun, Fang Erba's new widowed scholar, has slender legs, a tall Yao nose, and a pair of charming eyes that seem to have a light chestnut color. What's rare is that she has delicate skin and a slim figure. She has an indescribable beauty and connotation.
Zhu Yun, who was not far away, seemed to hear his brothers Zhu Yaoliang and An Yi talking about her. He seemed slightly embarrassed. He quickly raised his head, stroked his long hair flowing in the wind, took the ear of rice handed by a little girl, and took it.
She took out her silk handkerchief and knelt down to wipe the dust off the little girl's face. Her beautiful and sexy red lips revealed a charming smile.
The moment Zhu Yun stood up and turned his head, An Yi quickly looked away, buttoned the two open buttons on his chest, looked up and saw Jia, a tall farm elder who was nearly sixty years old, walking over excitedly.
Call Zhu Yaoliang and go to Shaiping together.
Lao Jia hurriedly bowed to An Yi and announced the good news loudly: "General, we weighed the millet harvested from six acres of land. The highest yield per mu was 856 jins, and the lowest was 680 jins. The average
It’s seven hundred and fifty kilograms, which is incredible! If there were a circle of Brazilian jade planted along the mountain,
Rice, peanuts and those high-yielding potatoes have been harvested. Each person in our entire farm has more than a thousand kilograms of food in a year. After paying the public rations, every family can't finish it. Plus the harvests from fish ponds and forest farms...
General, all of us, old and young, have become rich!"
An Yi knew that the millet harvest, converted into kilograms, was just over 400 kilograms per mu, which was still far from the goal in his heart, but he was still very happy:
"Uncle, this is really good news! Also, the high-yielding potato variety is not called 'Bulu'. It was brought back by our officials stationed in the United States by sea ship from a country called Peru in South America.
We had a good harvest in southern Sichuan last year, haha! Uncle, I remember when our government asked everyone to leave southern Sichuan, most of the villagers were panicked, and many of them came here in tears."
The hundreds of villagers who were watching smiled sheepishly, but the straightforward and honest old Jia didn't care. He laughed with a big mouth, and after finishing holding An Yi's hand, he said with great concern:
"General, the fellow countrymen are not only grateful to the general and our soldiers, but they also think about Mr. Li Yang every day who was so tired that he vomited blood and was sent back to the Xufu Military Hospital for treatment, as well as his three students. If he hadn't gritted his teeth and persisted, we wouldn't have done this.
If we plant this new rice seed that has just been confirmed and has never been planted in southern Sichuan, how can we have today’s harvest?
"Since the day when the grain seeds were sown, my husband has led three students squatting in the paddy field every day. The wind and rain can't stop them. The scorching sun has dried them all. The villagers feel so sad!
During the heading period, a heavy rainstorm suddenly came. The teachers and students were so anxious that they organized nearly a thousand young people to inspect the canals and rice fields overnight.
When Liang came back, three of them fell ill. My husband vomited blood at that time, but he refused to let me tell me. He also said that it was an old problem and would be cured soon. He continued to go to the fields every day without rest for two days, leading the students to record records.
and tests. When I couldn't hold it any longer, I went home and lay down. From time to time, I was told how to fertilize, saying that in the second half of the year, the field should be planted with fertilized red flowers and rapeseed..."
When Lao Jia said this, his voice was choked and tears overflowed. He sniffed sharply and begged: "General, don't let Mr. come in the second half of the year. Just let a few students come. Also, the folks have decided to
The millet harvested first is ground into a bag of rice, and then the furnace is opened to make wine.
, General, please send it to Mr. Li Yang for the villagers. When we are rich next year, we will build an ancestral hall, invite the best carpenters and bricklayers, and invite Mr. Li Yang’s sandalwood statue to live with our benefactor.
Together with the army, he will become someone we will remember from generation to generation."
"Uncle...Okay! I agree."
An Yi held Lao Jia's hand tightly, thought for a moment, and said loudly: "Folks, I decided to submit an application report to the Office of Appeasement and the Parliament immediately after I go back, and rename the rice we harvested today as 'Liyang Rice'!"
Name this kind of rice after Mr. Li Yang, which was brought back from the Xialiao area in the south and harvested for the first time on our land after two years of hybridization and improvement, and give Mr. Li Yang and his research team the highest
Reward!"
The villagers were overjoyed and cheered in unison. When they saw the officers, soldiers and officials around them applauding enthusiastically, they all clapped their hands vigorously.
Zhu Yun on the side saw all this and was extremely moved. It happened that the director of the Political Department, Zhan Zao, was standing not far away from her. Zhu Yun thought for a while, walked to Zhan Zai and suggested in a low voice:
"General, if you can publish the story of Yingpanshan Farm in the newspaper, it will be a great encouragement to the people."
Zhan Dao nodded slightly and pointed to the two cameras mounted on the tall haystacks: "Did you see it? Not only will it be promoted in newspapers and radio stations, but it will also be made into a movie and screened nationwide. After we return, our Political Department will organize
A special film crew came to southern Yunnan and also
Invite several great directors and photographers from Shanghai Oriental Film Company to shoot several documentaries to record our entrepreneurial journey in southern Yunnan and show that our life is getting better day by day. We must also let the whole of China know that the success of southern Yunnan
What kind of spirit do the military and civilians have?"
Zhu Yun admired him very much: "General, you are so thoughtful!"
Zhan Zhan shook his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I am just eating this bowl of rice, haha! By the way, Zhu Yun, you have become one of the young cadres trained by our regional government. When will you report to Xufu?
Further study?"
"I don't know yet... General, I have never left Simao. The farthest place I have gone to is Kunming. But I was only eleven or twelve years old at the time. I went there by carriage. I was exhausted. I don't remember much.
, I just feel that Kunming is so big, haha! Also, I have never flown on a plane, can I fly to Xufu with you?" Zhu Yun asked expectantly.
Zhan thought for a while and replied: "I can't make a decision on this matter. You'd better ask our commander yourself. Aren't you going to be our commander's translator starting tomorrow? Then you can find an opportunity to have a good talk with him.
I guess it’s not a big problem.”
Zhu Yun nodded and said goodbye. He returned to where he was standing and looked at An Yi who was discussing with Lao Jia and his father. He was stunned unknowingly.
There was a burst of applause, and Zhu Yun came to his senses and clapped along. Looking at An Yi, who had a handsome figure and a charming smile, he suddenly felt his heart beating faster and his little face became hot.