My father, who had worked in the Haibei Prefecture Military Subdistrict in Qinghai Province for fifteen years, told me about the killing of herders and Tibetan mastiffs, and one evening in 1974 my father rode after a meeting at the military subdistrict

My father once worked in the Haibei Prefecture Military Subdistrict of Qinghai Province for fifteen years, he told me about the killing of herdsmen Tibetan mastiffs that year, one evening in 1974 my father rode home on his bicycle after a meeting in the military sub-district, and a Tibetan mastiff sprang up on the road and bit the hem of his pants, fortunately, in winter, the cotton pants were very thick, and there were big fur shoes, but the military pants were still bitten, he pulled out a pistol and the result was the dog, and pulled the dog back to the military district compound, and the next day a group of Tibetan people made trouble at the gate to demand compensation. At that time, the commander of the Haibei Prefecture Military Subdistrict came out to the herdsmen and said to the herdsmen that your Tibetan mastiff had bitten and injured our cadres, and had to be killed only as a last resort, if the dog could be pulled back, if the dog did not continue to make trouble, he could go to the court to prosecute, the herdsmen panicked when they heard that they had bitten the soldiers, and the secretary of the brigade pulled a few sheep in the afternoon and sent vegetarian oil and tea, and later my father was responsible for logistical support and conscription, and also went to the herdsman's house and sent meat and vegetables, when there were many wolves on the grassland, he also equipped this brigade militia with a new semi-automatic rifle. When I was one year old, my parents hired a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl from the herdsman's family to take care of me at home for two years, and later introduced her to a company cadre, I remember her name is Soso, and now Sister Soso is also in her sixties, the family has moved to the city, often call my father to greet me, and also send him some vegetarian oil and barley fried noodles. At that time, the national unity policy was really down-to-earth.