Production Team Memories 2-Father and Donkey
Guan Zhanbin
In the 1960s and 1970s, his father was intermittently serving as the production team leader for four or five positions. Ten people, more than 300 acres of arable land, and five or six livestock. He is a resounding character in the village.
In my impression, he did something alarming. He stopped the distribution of bonuses for one year and bought a donkey for two thousand yuan. It is a sputum donkey, five-year-old mouth, tall, strong, and pee-haired. Pitch black. The members were very happy when they saw him, and all the "opinions" that made irresponsible remarks to him disappeared.
The big black donkey went to work on the first day. His father was very happy. He slapped the big black donkey by himself and sent the big black donkey to the field.
Since then, the big black donkey has risen to half of the team.
In spring, sending manure to the fields, a few hairy boys wanted to try the strength of a donkey and photographed the manure cart into a hill. Uncle Ersheng looked angry, but they pointed to the slogan on the wall and said, look , The class struggle will work as soon as you catch it. It is a horror to catch your "class" carefully, but it is still chilling. A few people rushed into the car and urged the second-born uncle to add a whip. A dozen cars were delivered a day. The big black donkey was better than a stroll in the courtyard, and they took it.
In the evening, the production team held a member meeting as usual to study the editorial of the People’s Daily and arrange to criticize Lin Pikong. After that, my father solemnly said that when people are still tired, don't talk about donkeys. It is forbidden to use them like this in the future. Don't use class struggle to scare people. Honestly, he relieved the siege and protected the big black donkey.
The big black donkey really wins glory for the production team,Pulling stone rollers on the wheat field, went into the mountains to pull fire coals for the members, and was named by the commune as the educated youth point to build houses and pull lime, earning a "mobile red flag" for the team every year, and his father felt light on his face.
The situation in the team has improved significantly for three to four years. The father said happily that a large animal and a tractor are half of the family business in the team. He visited Sanjiao Village in Zhengding County and never forgot to send a letter to his home. In addition to introducing his experience, he asked to be optimistic about the big black donkey.
One summer noon, at the dinner table, his father said to his mother anxiously that the big black donkey seems to have lost weight and eats less these days. Mother was a little anxious, the big black donkey broke down, how should our team live?
The next day, my father ordered me to go to the big black donkey gang, to transform a vegetable garden to satisfy the members of the kitchen, and to transport clay to the slope. He also told me to work hard and not to be lazy. For the first time, I fought side by side with an animal, and observed the big black donkey from close range. It struggling with all four hooves, stretched its neck, the donkey's head is down, and the eyes are full of tears. Its veins are bulging, and it trembles all over, making the last trace of it. strength. I let the rope lean into the meat, working as hard as a big black donkey, sweaty on the thin black shoulders, I didn't know for a moment whether I was a donkey or the donkey was me. Under hard conditions, people are as tired as livestock and full of fighting spirit.
Finally, the big black donkey has finished its mature years and entered old age. Pulling a cart of dung down on the ground at a time, my father yelled the surrounding members to come and unload the cart and lift the shaft to rescue it.
The next morning, my father squatted on the stone mortar in the barn and announced to the team members that he would release the big black donkey and put it on the barren grass beach in the north of the village. Later, I found the big black donkey strolling on the grass beach, facing the sunset alone.
One late autumn night, my father was called by the breeder and said that the big black donkey was not working, and there were two deputy captains who went with them. Everyone hurried to the grass beach.The result of the final treatment was decided by my father. He said, let me make a suggestion for everyone to approve: 1. The big black donkey is kind to us and is not allowed to be stripped for food, let alone sold to the pot, even though we are still poor; 2. , Choose a good place to bury it. Afterwards, everyone found a sunny slope on the waste grass beach, dug a cave, wrapped the big black donkey with sack pieces, and stably carried it in. I was not present at this incident, but a deputy captain told me about it.
Decades have passed, the wild grass beach has become a greenhouse, and my father has left us. Every time I pass by that piece of land, I want to see my father holding up a lantern and shining a big black donkey. He is as loyal, kind and down-to-earth as the big black donkey to do things for the masses. I salute my father and the big black donkey!
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