Chapter 68: Life and death

Pan Shuisheng and Zheng Xiangqing appeared in Tan Zhenhua's room less than 8 pm the next day.
Speaking of which, Pan Shuisheng’s life has been very good recently. His wife has just been promoted and adjusted the organization and arrangements for production. She is very busy. Sometimes she doesn’t even have time to cook. She feels a little ashamed of her family. , Naturally relax the discipline of the family's second treasure.
Unexpectedly, the unsupervised old Pan actually played the game and signed up to participate in the table tennis tournament and the 80-point match organized by the institute, and he performed well and won the ranking. As for eating, it’s easier to handle. There is such a big cafeteria in the cafeteria, so you are afraid that you will get hungry?
The husband and wife are busy on their own, and it is rare to have time to communicate together, but their feelings have become closer, as evidenced by Pan Shuisheng’s increasingly rosy face recently.
Zheng Xiangqing was not idle during the day. He went to the magnetic material factory early in the morning, and together with Liu Mei, he worked out a detailed production and delivery plan and signed a contract. After finishing the business, he left the door without saying a word and booked the only deluxe room with a double bed and a separate bathroom in the Red Star Hotel at the door. He has decided that he will take a shower tonight anyway Get a good night's sleep, starting from today, refuse to escort, start with me!
When these two entered the door, Pan Shuisheng first spoke: "Zhenhua, you asked Xiang Qing to ask me to come together tonight? Is there anything else?"
Tan Zhenhua smiled and said: "Uncle Pan, Xiang Qing, sit down and talk first, stay calm and not restless, let me ask Xiang Qing a few questions first."
Zheng Xiangqing held the panda's eyes—he hadn't closed his eyes all night, and returned listlessly: "Zhenhua, you ask."
"I heard you used to branch in Nanyun Province?"
This is Zheng Xiangqing's sad past. A sixteen-year-old boy was in the rebellious period of youth. He could not listen to the teaching of his parents. He secretly left home and went to the remote mountainous area of ​​Nanyun with the dream of changing the world.
However, when I got there, I discovered the distance between ideal and reality.
The poverty and backwardness of Nanyun Mountain are beyond ordinary people's imagination. Not to mention the traffic congestion, and lack of food and clothing, only a few pieces of meat can be seen in a month, and even salt has become a luxury item. Living in a bamboo house, full of wind from all sides, you can see the stars in the sky at night!
The huge gap between the ideal in his heart and the difficulties of reality made him extremely disappointed. In the day-to-day suffering, he was shocked by the news that his parents were seriously ill. When he tried his best and returned to his hometown, Only saw a scratch of loess-what kind of painful life experience it was.
Thinking of this, he was extremely depressed, and said in a low voice: "Yes, the place where I was at that time was Baoshan District in Nanyun Province. The several villages near us were all high school students from Zhejiang Province who had graduated from high school. Or those who haven’t graduated, there are also many who ran away after graduating from junior high school. The place is so poor that you can’t imagine it. I have seen it with my own eyes. There are six or seven people in the village who have only one pair of pants. wear."
Tan Zhenhua was also sighed when he heard this.
Yes, it is still in the early 1980s. Even the first-tier cities along the coast are still struggling to have enough food and clothing. How can they take care of those places?
However, he also knows that in another thirty years, colorful southern clouds, beautiful Xishuangbanna, towering Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and Shangri-La like a fairyland on earth will attract many domestic and international tourists, relying on these pollution-free soft industries. , Nanyun Province is full of profits. Although the per capita income is not as good as that of coastal cities, it is good to have good mountains, water, air and good people. The per capita happiness index is ranked in the forefront of the country!
Tan Zhenhua will not consider these future matters for the time being. What he wants to say is now: "Then if there is a chance, let you help those fellow villagers, will you help?"
Zheng Xiangqing heard this, and a Ji Ling jumped up and shouted: "Help, of course, to help. Although the people over there are poor, but the heart is absolutely kind, and I still owe the fellows there my life!"
"Oh? What about this? Let's hear it?"
Zheng Xiangqing hesitated for a while, and then said: "I have never mentioned this to anyone, and I am afraid when I think about it. I will tell you today, just as a story.
As you know, I was in the Baoshan area of ​​Nanyun at that time. I was in the second company, four rows and one squad of the third division of the Nanyun Construction Corps. The platoon was number 30 people up and down. The station was called Yangjiazhai. rubber.
The location of this village is relatively off. There is neither a highway nor a telephone. There is only a winding mountain road connected to the town. The only way to communicate with the foreigners is to send someone to the nearest town every half month.
The regiment set up a contact point in the town, and every half a month it would send the letters that we had arranged for us at home, sometimes sending some supplies such as medicines, and taking away our reply letters. It's not a particularly urgent task. Just wait for us to send someone there and then inform. Only when there is a particularly urgent task will someone be sent into the mountain to notify.
The winding road from Yangjiazhai to the small town is narrow, with a rocky side facing the cliff, and the timid walking legs trembled. Taking this road from Yangjiazhai to the nearest town, the offspring with the fastest legs and feet will have to walk all day.
Although the road is so difficult to walk, the task of exchanging materials and information in the town is always robbed. Because, working in the stockade is too hard.
There was not a single tree on the barren hill that opened up, and sometimes there was not a drop of water to drink all day in the hot weather. Everyone's daily task is to dig 8 large pits to plant rubber. This is a quota that must be completed, otherwise work points will be deducted.
When it comes to rubber tapping, each person’s daily task is to cut 200 trees. They will go up the mountain to tap rubber at 6 in the morning and go up to collect rubber again at 4 in the afternoon. If there is rain in the middle, everyone has to take off their clothes or use straw hats to protect the rubber. Pour yourself into a soup chicken. What we looked forward to most at the time was that it would rain when we got up in the morning, so that we wouldn't have to go up the mountain. The platoon would organize study documents and newspapers. So if you wake up in the morning and see that it is raining, everyone will cheer: "Learned."
But going to the town to exchange information and receive supplies is different. Although it takes two days to go back and forth, you can just stay in the house of the regiment’s liaison station in the town for one night. The house is red brick and gray tiles. It’s a good house with hot water supply, you can take a shower, eat a meaty dinner, and sleep well. Only one night there will make us feel that we are still alive. .
That day it was my turn to go to town.
We are on a rotating basis. There is only one chance in half a month. You can count 30 people in a row. So you can imagine how happy I was at that time.
I went out in the morning, carrying a military kettle and a small bag. The bag contained letters from the comrades in the row to the family, a little bit of dry food, and other common supplies such as knives and matches. Lifted a stick. The mountain stick is the best helper. When you are tired, you can use it as a crutch, when you meet a beast, you can use it as a weapon, and when you meet a snake and insect, you can drive it away.
After walking for one morning, I estimated that the journey was halfway through. It was noon when the sky was over, so I found a calm place to rest. There was a shade of trees. I planned to sit in the shade for a while, catch my breath, and eat. Order dry food and drink water.
But before I walked to the shade of the trees, I suddenly felt a pain in my ankle and neck. When I looked down, I saw a three-foot-long rice shovel head blowing at me.
I was stunned at the time, and then I was anxious and I shoveled the head of the rice stick and shoveled it hard, until I smashed the snake head, and then stopped. When I sat down and looked at the wound, I found the wound. It's already leaving black blood, but it doesn't hurt at all, I know it's broken!
The rice shovel head is the most common venomous snake in the Nanyun mountain area. Our educated youths work in the wilderness. There are many snakes and insects. This rice shovel head is often encountered, and there is even an anti-snake venom in the row. Medicine, but now it’s deserted, it’s a big trouble!
Fortunately, the hygienists in our platoon have trained us with the most basic knowledge of prevention and treatment. At that time, I could only be a dead horse doctor to see if I could save my life.
I tore my clothes and made a cloth tape, and tied it tightly on the ankle wound close to my heart. Then I opened a cross on the wound with a knife, desperately squeezing the dirty blood out until it was I couldn’t see a bit of black, but finally I found out the matches again, cut off a few match heads, put them on the wound, and lit them all in a cruel heart. At that time, I didn’t have any fear in my mind. Instead, I thought about roasting my own meat. It also smells good.
That's all I can do.
After the tossing was over, I sat facing the mountain road and leaned on the tree and waited in place to see if I had any luck in living. Bitten by a poisonous snake, you must not run by yourself, the faster you will die.
I don't know how long I have been waiting, but I feel that my limbs are getting colder and colder, my whole body aches, my breathing is difficult, my whole body is cold and sweaty, and my eyes are getting hazy, I vaguely see two people walking on the opposite mountain road.
I wanted to shout, but there was no sound in my throat. I only remember the two people rushing to me and asking me aloud. I didn’t hear them clearly. They just pointed at the corpse with the shovel head next to me. His eyes turned black and he fainted. "
Zheng Xiangqing looked stupid when he spoke, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, but Pan and Tan still listened very nervously. Although the protagonist of the story is now sitting on the opposite side of their father, he must be safe and sound in the end. Yes, but the tension and worry are still written on their faces. You know, the shovel head that bit Zheng Xiangqing has another scientific name called Cobra!