Village figure - handlebar-style Chen Zisheng
A caravanserai for the distance
On the east bank of the Mengke River, there is a black soil dianzi, the dianzi is planted with poplar trees, and in a few years, a large poplar tree will emerge from the old height, and many poplar trees can grow to make rafters and purlins for houses.
Along the dianzi to the east, along the steep slope on the east beam, to the top of the beam, there is a large area of meadow grassland, every summer, at a glance, the green field is vast, the meadow is open with red, white, yellow, pink, purple and other unknown wildflowers, water and grass are rich, not only beautiful, here is also the main pasture in the village.
The handlebar-style Chen Zisheng on the team, not only the car was very good, but also very fond of those mule horses, especially for the mule horse that was driving the rut, he was even more protective, and he was reluctant to wear a whip on weekdays, every time he unloaded the carriage, he led the mule horse for a while, only to tie back to the horse shed, drink water and feed, in the winter reluctant to drink the horse with ice ballast water, never tie it to the sun in the summer, often take a scratch to comb, the mule horse is oily and slippery, people see people praise.
Short in stature, slightly stuttering, nicknamed the little lice of the cow Zhang San, these days are quite busy. Because it was the agricultural season, there were more than a dozen donkeys, seven or eight mules, and four or five horses in the herd, and the mule horse in the team was also in this herd.
The cattle's personality is slow, the grazing is simple, rush to the pasture, after eating, they either stand silently, leisurely flicking their tails, or lying on the grass, put their heads low, close their eyes and recuperate, Zhang San hides to the side, do not have to care about them, smoke dry smoke, hum small songs, but seem to be a little idle. Since adding these new members, Zhang San has been busy, especially near noon, the mules and horses that are full of food suddenly snort, either sprinkling joy and chasing each other, or because of the harassment of the ants, they have to run far and wide, and he has to run very hard to circle them back, so that these big cattle will not cross the grassland and run into the fields or valleys to steal the crop seedlings.
As the saying goes, june day, the child's face, said to change, this day, the sky will be in the evening, suddenly from the northwest sky drifted a black cloud, a lightning stroke, rumbling thunder swept overhead, a cool breeze swept through, the bean-sized raindrops fell down, hit the sandy land, smashed out a row of small pits, crackling.
Zhang San pulled the straw hat on his back, put on a coat, and brought back the mule and horse circle in the distance, and rushed back with the herd. With a loud roar, the herd walked down liangyi, through the woods on the dianzi, along the rain slippery pasture to a steep slope, the south side of the steep slope, is a deep cliff, the steep slope and the pasture here is getting narrower and narrower, the herd here is more and more crowded, with a thunder, startling the herd with some commotion, even the slip belt squeezed, a calf squeezed the pregnant horse off the cliff, fell into a serious injury.
After returning to the village, Zhang San quickly reported the situation to the team, and the captain Liu Tingfang quickly sent more than a dozen strong laborers to the scene, carried the mule back, put it in the team headquarters, and the handlebar Chen Zisheng rode a mule to the brigade veterinary station overnight, and invited Liu Zhenmin, a well-known veterinarian from near and far, to come to the rescue. Liu Zhenmin rushed to take a look, the mule horse was already weak in breath, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his eyes were straight, and he was powerless to return to heaven! In less than the middle of the night, he died of exhaustion, and the handlebar-style Chen Zisheng cried so much that his eyes were red and swollen, and he constantly complained that Niu Qi Zhang San did not take good care of this mule horse!
At noon, the pig slayer Nie Yongjun on the team, nicknamed Blind Gangster, skinned the horse, took out a small pony more than a foot long from his stomach, and placed it on top of the large carriage, the little foal, purple-red flesh, clearly outlined, handlebar-style Chen Zisheng cried out with pity when he saw it, and he could not see a smile for many days.
After a few days, Zhang Sanniu's position was changed to someone else.
After another half a year, the supply and marketing cooperatives recruited handlebars, and after layers of examinations and selections, the handlebar-type Chen Zi lifted up and overwhelmed the crowd, so he recruited the supply and marketing cooperatives to catch up with the big car, just like that, there was one less good handlebar on the team, and the supply and marketing cooperatives had one more good employee. Since then, with the crisp sound of bells and the sound of drinking, holding the horse whip tied with red cherry blossoms, Chen Zisheng has rushed to the big carriage of the supply and marketing cooperative, shuttling through the avenues of urban and rural transportation.
A battalion argued, we all called him Uncle Three, every time we met his carriage, a bunch of children, climbed on the ears of the carriage at the end of the carriage, he did not urge us to go down, turned back and smiled, the big whip crisp, the carriage accelerated to run, he was also very proud, we were also very happy! After so many years, I still remember his voice and smile, especially the triumphant momentum when he swung the horse whip.
Carefully calculated, the handlebar-style Chen Zisheng should also be more than eighty years old, and he doesn't know how he is now!
About the author: Bo Wenguang, born in 1962, bachelor degree, engaged in education, economic management, engineering investment consulting, real estate valuation and other industries, senior economist, after work, recorded the income from his work, occasionally published papers in the Journal of Inner Mongolia Institute for Nationalities, Inner Mongolia Real Estate, etc., wrote out some industry development normative documents, participated in the establishment of Chifeng City's first property service enterprise, the first real estate valuation enterprise, and is now working in a private enterprise.