I was born in the Xinjiang Corps, and my family was in a grassroots company when I was a child.
(At the end of 1986, in the winter of thousands of miles of ice, my father and mother, with the approval of the leaders of the regiment headquarters and the division headquarters, ended their careers as soldiers in the Northwest Frontier Corps for more than 20 years, returned to their hometown in Henan, and went to work in Pingdingshan City.) My brother and I went with him. ）
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On the holiday of October 1st, I was busy in the cultivated land contracted by my parents, the weather at this time was close to frost, the green in the cultivated land gradually faded, my parents manually pulled black melon seeds all day long, and there were more melons to remove black melon seeds, and the weather was getting colder. It was miserable to pull out black melon seeds in the wet and cold melon pulp with both hands, like surviving in a wasteland, forced to be helpless. Suffering is nothing, the problem lies in the department that buys black melon seeds, the threshold is too high, only a very small part of the black melon seeds planted by my parents are purchased, and most of them only have the fate of storage, just like a year's hard work hope is disappointed. I watched my mother wipe her tears while working, and the cold autumn wind blew frequently, as if to tell of confusion and despair.
There are still 10 days to go, the snow will fall and the ground will freeze, my parents look at the more than 100 acres of cultivated land waiting to remove the black melon seeds, my father's muffled voice is silent. Mom sighed with a sad face, two adults could not do this work before the snow fell, and they could not find anyone to help, let alone the machinery for this. Because, during this period, all the personnel in the company were hurrying to harvest the crops in the cultivated land they had contracted, and everyone had not had time to complete the final harvest task, so they had no spare time to help others. My mom and dad just watched a year's hard work come to naught, and my mom often burst into tears......
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In the autumn when the grass is overgrown, the melons all over the ground are exposed to the withered melon seedlings, and it is also the season when all the melons are harvested.
More than 100 acres of cultivated land are full of harvested melons, and I saw my father and mother full of sadness, and heard sighs and sorrowful voices. I know that my father and mother have been doing their duties in the contracted farmland for more than half a year, busy, intensively cultivating, and the melons that have been planted with great difficulty are not worth much, and my father and mother are confused in front of them. My mom was tearful and always said something sad......
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Dad was busy in the melon farming. While recounting to his mother the well-known viewpoint: the poverty of the soldiers of the Xinjiang Corps is not in the sky, not in the people, and the cold climate and dry soil are the main reasons. The climate is cold, and the agricultural production of cultivated land is only one crop, and this one-season crops also need artificial irrigation to combat the drought of cultivated land, and the cultivated land of the Xinjiang Corps does not expect rain to alleviate the drought (it costs money to flow water from thousands of miles into the cultivated land), which is because of the lack of water to cause the barrenness of Xinjiang's cultivated land; The climate in his hometown of Henan is warm, and the rural land is not idle (planting crops) all year round, and the agricultural production produces 2 crops every year; Rain is abundant, and sometimes a small amount is drought resistant (many farmlands have wells, which cost less money).
I suddenly remembered that when the school started in the fall semester one month ago, I heard my mother sigh sadly about the 12 yuan tuition and miscellaneous fees for my second year of junior high school: "It's too expensive."
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I can't remember when, but I heard that Sister H, a child from Henan, dropped out of school after one year at the regimental vocational high school, and was in the company with her family in the contract farmland. Sister H was admitted to the Youth League Vocational High School, and Sister H's mother showed off to my mother with a smile that her girl (daughter) was smart and competitive, and her future and prospects were bright. At that time, the number of students enrolled in high schools was very low, with only about 10 students in a class, and the number of students attending vocational high schools was also small. I remember seeing Sister H somewhere in the residential area flashed by, with a sad and helpless face.
There are also older brothers and sisters who have graduated from junior high school and are contracted to cultivate land in the company with their families. If you can't get into high school, you can't get into vocational high school, and the last way out in life is to contract farmland.
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My father and mother, like all the soldiers of the Xinjiang Corps, are in the morning and the sun is setting, and they go out early and return late when they abide by military discipline; Rooted in the frontiers, they have been educated by the party for many years, loyal to the party and the country, and shoulder the sacred mission of building and defending the corps. Like all the children of the XPCC, I am well known to always keep in mind that Xinjiang needs ethnic unity and friendship with its neighbors. The soldiers of each corps are not moved by fame and fortune, they are diligent, busy, hard-working, hard-working, and conservative, and simple and self-humble in order to inherit the ancient Chinese tradition of carrying out the duties of reclaiming the frontiers, guarding the borders, guarding the borders, and patrolling. A passionate sense of patriotism and pride is engraved in my heart.
At that time, I did not see any smiling faces in the company's residential area, and I often heard the uncles and aunts in the company with sad faces and complaints in their hearts: In the era of peace, the soldiers of the Xinjiang Corps are not valued by the state, and the treatment of the soldiers of the Corps is not as good as that of the rural people in the interior.
I don't know why, I'm not old enough to know why, my gut feeling must be that I am too financially constrained and have entered a predicament. I also understand that my hometown in rural Henan has always been a place where my mother cares, and at that time, my family's economic situation no longer had any money to send, and it was impossible for my mother to send money and goods to the rural areas of Henan's hometown.