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Five uncles and five aunts

Author: Cai Ping

"Where is the stockade we are going to?"

This is a letter received by Freezing Point Editor, which reads: "I am a student of Changde Teaching Station of Hunan Light Industry School, from Xiangxi Tujia and Miao Autonomous Prefecture, Hunan Province. I'll tell you a true story of my fifth uncle and fifth aunt ... "

Before, my fifth uncle and fifth aunt worked hard, flying around Daiyue, barely supporting the family and sending two children to school. It's a pity that Wuyi got severe hepatitis B last year. Coupled with a serious gynecological disease, she had no money to buy medicine, and her condition became more and more serious. For more than a year, she has been ill in bed and her life is dying. But they still bite their teeth and want their two children to go to college.

My two younger brothers are very competitive in their studies, and my eldest brother Chen Changbing has good grades. After graduating from junior high school, he could have gone to senior high school and entered the university. Because there is no money, I have to apply for a secondary school that is more than 40 points higher than the score line. My younger brother Chen Chang won the prize in the competition because of his excellent performance, and will be sent to the best county ethnic middle school in the county in advance. Chen Changbing has to pay tuition, 1000 yuan! I can't get it at home. In order to make up the tuition, Uncle Wu carried 100 Jin of firewood, climbed several mountains, walked more than 30 miles of mountain roads, and went to the city to sell it every day. It took him more than 20 days to get back 300 yuan money, but it was still not enough. You know, it was in hot June, and my fifth uncle was ill, and his height was less than 1.6 meters!

Before leaving, I called Changsha and Changde in Hunan many times, but I couldn't find Changde teaching station, and I didn't hear from the sender Chen Changjiao.

When I came to Baojing County, Xiangxi Tujia and Miao Autonomous Prefecture, the comrades of the Propaganda Department of the county party committee listened to my introduction and said, "You can't believe all the letters of a child. Not to throw cold water on you. You don't know if his letter is made up. "

They took me to the county ethnic middle school. The letter said that Uncle Wu's youngest son had been sent to the best school in the county in advance.

The school is surrounded by mountains and waters, the teaching building is beautiful, the playground is spacious, and the campus paths are shaded by trees. Student boarding, at least 700 yuan per semester. Even so, it is the dream of tens of thousands of students in the county to be admitted to this school, because the enrollment rate here is very high, and people are directly sent to national key universities every year.

The headmaster told me disappointedly that according to the student records, only one student had been to Huda Village in Qingshui Township, but it was not General Chen. No way, we had to be led by this student and go to the stockade to find five uncles and five aunts.

It is known as 100 thousand mountains in the west of the lake, which are connected with each other and the Qingfeng-xiangguang fracture is high. The jeep has been driving from the county seat for more than two hours and can't walk any further. At present, there is a narrow winding mountain road, and only one person can walk. Looking up at the top of the mountain makes people dizzy. My legs are a little weak, and the comrades of the Propaganda Department are cheering next to me: "Go on, climb up, and you will see five uncles and five aunts."

Holding our last breath, we finally climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at the little people and houses below, which really felt like flying. I'm sweating and panting. Thinking that it was coming soon, he rubbed his legs and asked heroically, "Where is the stockade we are going to?"

The child leading the way reached a finger and said, "Look, just turn it over."

God, that's a higher mountain! I sat on the ground and couldn't move any more.

I asked the child leading the way, "Is this the right way?"

He smiled: "I go home every time. How could I be wrong? "

He looked at me. "Today, there was a car, and I only climbed more than ten miles." Usually, walking from there and climbing four mountains are higher than this, which takes more than 30 miles. "

A line of four people, because of my drag, the speed of travel is getting slower and slower. After crossing the stream, they just have a rest, step on the paddy field and catch their breath for a while. Minister Tian, who grew up in a mountainous area, has been sitting on the top of the mountain waiting for us.

"Get up quickly, comrade reporter. I am surrounded by Chen Changjiao. Everything in his letter is true. " Looking up, Minister Tian's white shirt was shaking at the top of the mountain. I feel refreshed.

"If you don't send your children to school, your conscience will not pass."

Comrade editor, after my fifth aunt fell ill, the family's economy became increasingly poor. Five aunts take medicine every day, and two younger brothers board at school and need living expenses every month. The fifth uncle borrowed from the east and the west and sold everything that could be sold at home. The beginning of the year is the most tense period of busy farming, and it costs money to buy seeds and fertilizers. Borrowing money from a credit union is an old family debt, and people don't borrow it. Borrow usury, but I can't afford it. The whole family looked at Uncle Wu and wanted to cry.

In order to increase his income, Uncle Wu opened a few acres of wasteland on the mountain, finished his work here during the day and planted peanuts on the mountain by moonlight at night. During the drought, the land will be watered barrel by barrel at the foot of the mountain. When harvesting peanuts, dig till midnight with a hoe. Hard life makes Uncle Wu weaker and weaker, while Aunt Wu's condition is getting worse and worse. She said sadly, I'm afraid I'm unlucky and can't enjoy the happiness of my two children.

Cross the knee-high threshold and enter through the side door with a stove. The Chinese fir wall coated with tung oil is shiny all around and cool and comfortable inside. Turn left and cross two houses, and you will find a tall hall. The big house on the right of the main room is the master's bedroom, and the one on the left is the hostess's. Six huge wooden doors creaked open and the spacious room lit up at once. There are shiny awards hanging on the wall. Below, there is a neat ancient foundation, a diligent and rich red paper banner, and the color has not faded.

A woman with a brown face, hanging her head and holding the wall, struggled to cross the threshold and walked out step by step. She grinned at me, sat feebly in the small wooden chair in the corner and stopped looking up. Shaggy hair and swollen face. It's already June, and she's still wearing an old cotton-padded jacket with gray cotton wool, which is pulled out from the cuffs on both sides, and her fat old pants are covered with big patches that don't match the color. All the villagers gathered looked at her sympathetically. Chen Changjiao, who wrote a letter, told me, "This is my fifth aunt."

Chen Gang, the fifth uncle, came back from the field, carrying a big bamboo basket, short and speaking a difficult local dialect. A ragged suit, a hole in the vest, barefoot walking on a pair of broken liberation shoes, no shoelaces, tied with two straws. The shoes are covered with mud. Minister Tian pulled a chair to be our interpreter.

Speaking of things at home, Uncle Wu is very excited and has a loud voice. "This is also a natural disaster! Two big cows died in succession last year. I bought a calf with others this year, but I still can't farm. It was bad four fucking years ago, and it's even worse these two years. Children are sensible, and the letter always asks, Dad, there are no cows at home. what can I do? You have to borrow someone else's cow to pay it back, which makes you exhausted. Have you collected the peanuts at home? Be sure to hang it up after receiving it. If you don't hang up, it will be moldy. " The 47-year-old Tujia man shouted with a big smile, but tears kept running down his dark face.

Mom and Dad, have you received the letter I wrote not long ago? Why haven't you sent me money yet? I have no money now. I have borrowed 40 yuan from others. Please send me some more money.

Dad, are you busy enough at home now? There are no cows. I don't know how to cultivate land. Have the seedlings been planted? Is there rape weeding in the field? Peanuts and corn will be planted. Mom and Dad, take care of yourself and don't let your son worry. ...

Dad, please send some money to my mother to buy medicine. Here comes the remittance. Write me on the remittance slip! A letter from home is undoubtedly the best comfort for a person who is far away from home and has concerns in his heart. The son is a soldier.

Uncle Wu Can read his son's letter, but he couldn't reply. He can understand that his son wants money, and Aunt Wu's illness wants money, but there is no money! He climbed mountains, sold firewood and charcoal. Severe bronchitis made him climb mountains like bellows.

Five aunts sat in a small chair in a room, mumbling something. I didn't know until I asked Minister Tian. She said she didn't feel well and wanted some sugar.

"He niang of this disease should eat some nutrition, can't afford to eat. I can't afford the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Two years ago, she could do something for me, but now she can't bite her teeth. You can only lie down every day, just bear it. Children are gifted, not for them to go to school, and their parents' conscience can't pass. " Uncle Wu sneered and cried, straightened his arm and wiped his tears with dirty sleeves. Five aunts beside silently listening, without saying a word.

"After graduation, cure your mother's illness."

Dear brother:

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Dad knew you wanted money, and there was no money at home, so he sold 60 Jin of peanut seeds. Don't use the 50 yuan that Uncle Niang brought. Save it for buying clothes next semester. Next semester, our family will have no money to give you.

Do you still remember the scene when you were admitted to the technical secondary school? Mom and dad are very happy. Aunt gave you a watch, and grandma gave you one in the hot sun. There is also the living expenses for the first month of school, which is given to you by the uncle award. Being admitted to a technical secondary school is like supporting a pillar at home, and relatives are happy for you. Please don't disappoint your parents.

Last time dad came back from you, you didn't do well in the midterm exam. I know it's because your pants were stolen. But when relatives asked you about your grades, my dad really couldn't talk, so he said something similar. My father made it for you! Dad got up early, working hard day and night for you. If you don't study hard and try to get good grades in the final exam, you will be sorry for your father.

Finally, I have an unfortunate news for you. My mother is ill again, and there is no money at home, so I have to borrow money to buy some medicine. Brother, mother gave her life for you to study!

Brother, commander-in-chief

"Long Bing graduated from junior high school, and the teacher asked him to take an examination of high school, saying that he had a bright future and could go to college, but he had no money at home, so he had no choice but to go to technical secondary school. He sought medical treatment for his mother and wanted to enter the autonomous prefecture health school. Last year, I got the second place, which was more than 40 points higher than the score line. Learning from an early age is good for you. Teachers' comments are always good. His second uncle didn't believe them at first, saying your comments were false. How to write all the advantages? " When Wu Shu said this, his face was full of tears and he laughed out loud.

"Long soldiers go to school, and the monthly living expenses are 100 yuan, which is the lowest in the school, but I can only give him dozens of yuan. His aunt rewarded him with a watch because he studied well and he sold it. His second uncle rewarded dozens of dollars, which he also used. Relatives invited him to dinner, fearing that he was not nutritious enough, and gave him food. After eating two bites, he put down his chopsticks and said he was full. When I came back from the winter vacation, there was no money at home. The long soldiers went up the mountain to find trees crushed by snow, dragged them back, found carpenters, made small chairs, and picked them up in the city to sell. "

On the roof of the kitchen, there are several small wooden chairs that have not been sold out. There are numbers written in ink on the wall, remembering how much they earned and how much they sold. Small wooden chairs are beautifully made, but in remote mountainous areas, they can only be sold to 5 yuan.

At Jishou Health School, the capital of the autonomous prefecture, I met Chen Changbing, who is 16 years old. He is not tall and neatly dressed, with a part in the middle. Contrary to Wu Shu, he doesn't like talking very much, but he always smiles.

I asked him, "Do you know everything about your family?"

"yes. I must study hard. "

"How is your academic performance?"

"Not bad."

"What are you going to do in the future?"

"After graduation, cure your mother's illness."

The comrades in the student affairs office of the school showed me his report card. Chen Changbing's grades are among the best in his class every semester, but he hasn't reached the standard of scholarship.

At noon, I invited Chen Changbing to dinner. At the dinner table, I said to the long soldier, "If you can work harder and get the first-class scholarship, you can lighten the financial burden of 160 yuan in one year."

He bowed his head and said nothing.

"If you grow up in an ethnic middle school, your studies will be tighter, and I can't give you so much living expenses."

"Save a little and overcome it yourself."

"How long have you been back?"

"I didn't go back when I came back from the winter vacation. I have no money to go back. "

"Do you know your mother's current situation?"

"Not really. How is she now? "

"She is very ill."

The tall soldier put down his work and stopped talking.

"What if I can't afford to read at home?"

"That, that I will drop out of school and let my brother study. He has a better future than me. "

"Are you willing to give up?

"……"

Looking up, I suddenly stopped, afraid to ask again. The long soldier's nose fluttered in haste, and tears kept dripping into the bowl. He tried to control himself and didn't cry out loud.

The dark sky outside reminds me of my parents in my hometown. At this time, my father, who has worked hard all day, is worrying about his livelihood tomorrow. For the sake of my mother's illness, my brother's study and mine, the heavy work is on you. I'm the eldest son, and I'm sorry! You have worked hard for most of your life. You have never bought better clothes, a pair of shoes, a good sleep or even a full meal. Dad! I know why. I did something wrong, and you never scold me. You know I've grown up. Dad, I understand your pain, I understand!

The spring rain has been raining. Today is March 8 Women's Day, which is a day to cheer women all over the world, while my mother is groaning and suffering. Mom, as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw your haggard face. After decades of hard work, you have never enjoyed any happiness. Now you are suffering from the disease. You've done everything for us. Mom, I really hate myself. Why not have children a few years earlier, share your troubles earlier and earn money to treat you earlier? Mom, why am I so young? In the final exam, the chemistry exam was not ideal, and it didn't make the top ten. For the future development, we must learn chemistry well. In the near future, secondary school students will be eliminated, and the society needs higher-level talents, forcing me to lay a good foundation from now on and prepare for the future self-taught college entrance examination. This year, we must sign up for the self-study exam, and strive for graduation from secondary school to launch an impact on university courses. Resolutely quit TV. Deposit the living expenses in 20 yuan in the bank every month. Do push-ups every night before going to bed. Read a world famous book every week. Remember, fight for 10! Work hard for the scholarship! Don't waste a penny!

"This child is too sensible!"

"Are there any letters from long soldiers and generals at home?" I asked Uncle Wu.

"Yes, yes." Uncle Wu quickly took out a big bamboo basket and rummaged through it. "Look, this is the commander's outstanding young pioneers certificate, and this is the commander's graduation certificate. "Then he took a big drawer." Look, this is their book. "

The past textbooks of soldiers and generals with dragons are well preserved, which shows that the two brothers are serious and careful.

Most of the letters from General Chang Bing are used by five uncles and five aunts to go to the toilet. "Well, I didn't know this letter was still useful." Uncle Wu is in a hurry.

I looked at the wall full of awards and said, "Keep the change, these are enough."

"Yes, yes, you see, these are all generals." Fifth uncle straightened up and pointed proudly at the wall.

With two children, five uncles and five aunts are not short of scenery in front of the villagers. They can give up their lives for these. But when it was really unbearable, when it was really unbearable, Wu Shu once found the commander's teacher and offered to let the commander drop out of school for a year to help the family do something. The teachers and principals of the school are anxious when they listen. How can a child with such good grades drop out of school? They are strongly opposed. "Without enough money, we are looking for Project Hope."

However, one year has passed, and there is no news from Project Hope. However, during this period, the commander participated in the math and Chinese competitions in counties and autonomous prefectures and won the first prize and the second prize. Two principals of the county ethnic middle school saw the general's achievements, came to inspect and decided to take a walk. This is a happy event, but for Wu Shu, sadness comes from it. Where does the cost of attending ethnic middle schools of more than 700 yuan per semester come from? The commander's tuition fee 120 yuan has not been paid this year. Uncle Wu found the school again and timidly asked if the tuition could be postponed. Teachers are very sad and sympathetic, but there is nothing they can do. This school is not a charity after all. As far as possible, I only reduced the tuition and fees in 30 yuan.

The headmaster of the primary school in Chen Changjiang excitedly introduced to me: "This child is so sensible that his grades are the first in the school every year. Teachers in every subject have a good impression of him. He always wins the first prize in the town math and Chinese competitions. He won the first prize in the county-wide Olympic Mathematics Competition. He is not only a monitor, but also a squadron leader. County Ethnic Middle School has been here for a walk twice. I had it the first time I asked for three. The second time, two, including him. The entry contract has been signed, and I haven't told him yet, so let him take the final exam. "

Qu, the secretary of the school, was a little upset: "Things in the world are so coincidental. Students with good quality can't study, but those with poor brain conditions always have money to study. " I have written a paper on this issue. Children with the same innate quality, studying in rural areas, will inevitably be limited by the objective environment. "

Chen Changjiang, 12 years old, is pitifully short, like a child of seven or eight years old. Shoulders buckle forward and have a hunchback. During the conversation, there was never a smile on his face. Compared with his brother, his psychological pressure seems to be greater. But according to the villagers, the commander used to be a lively and cheerful child, who loved to talk and laugh and was loved by everyone. Everyone in the stockade is willing to Doby him and give him something to eat. At this time, he sat on a small bench, put his hands on his knees regularly, stood up straight and answered my questions briefly sentence by sentence.

"Admiral, how often do you go home?"

"Two weeks."

"What are you doing home?"

"Help mom and dad cook and let the cows go."

"Can you cook? Can you touch the stove? "

"Reach out and stand on the bench."

"Who bought you clothes?"

"My brother wears it."

"Where are the shoes?"

"Dad bought it."

"How much do you live on every month?"

"Six dollars a week."

"Do you want to go to a national middle school?"

"I want to go, but ... but my family has no money."

I looked down and suddenly realized that the voice was wrong. When I looked up again, the child was looking up at the roof with tears in his eyes, but I didn't let it flow out.

My heart ached, and I forced myself to go to the headmaster. The headmaster said with red eyes, "every Sunday, the students who live on campus play on the playground, and he is the only one reading in the classroom." Last time his father came, he wanted to suspend him from school. We can't let such children drop out of school! I hope this project only supports students below grade five. He is in the sixth grade this year, and there is no way out. "

When I was in fifth grade, the living expenses of generals used to be only 5 yuan a week. He silently saves 1 yuan every week. When he got 20 yuan, he carefully handed it to his father with the money: "Dad, my cotton-padded clothes really can't be worn. Can you buy me a new one? "

Uncle Wu looked at the money in the child's hand and couldn't say a word. You gritted your teeth and added 20 yuan and a new cotton-padded coat to your sensible son.

When I came to the dormitory, there was a broken wooden box on the commander's kang. After opening it, there is only a set of light clothes, a lunch box and some bee magazines.

I asked the commander, "Who bought this magazine for you?"

"I ordered it myself."

12-year-old children, a few dollars a week of living expenses, he scrimped and saved, and ordered this magazine for himself.

"I don't want to quit school, aunt." The commander suddenly said to me, "I want to go to a national middle school." Then he looked up and looked at the roof. I dare not look at him again.

Before I left, I took out the money and gave it to the commander.

"Aunt, I don't want it, I have it."

"What do you have!" I can't speak anymore.

Thin figure, with slow steps, returned to the students. In laughter, Chen Chang will never look back at me again.

"If you sell the house, you can still mix it for a while."

At noon, in Uncle Wu's hall, the small table was set and his brothers cooked a lunch. The eggs brought by eldest brother, the meat brought by second brother, the douban, vegetables, peanuts and rice brought by sixth brother are all his own.

Five aunts are afraid that they will infect others with hepatitis B and sit far away with their rice bowls. She had no appetite at all, so she took a green vegetable, looked at it for a long time and put it back in the bowl.

Uncle Wu's peanut field is on the opposite mountain. From a distance, there is only a small piece of light yellow in green. Half of the rapeseed in this field has just been planted, and the green garlic seedlings have grown taller. Uncle Wu pinched a garlic sprout and put it in his mouth. "This garlic has been sold in 90 yuan, and it is estimated that it can still be sold for 100 yuan."

"Hurry up, we'll be out soon." Uncle Wu said hopefully with his rice bowl, "We wanted to sell the house cheaper, but no one bought it. Brick houses are popular now, and no one wants this kind of wooden house. " If it can be sold, it can be mixed for a while, and then mixed for another three years. Long soldiers are mixed up after graduation. "

Three years! The tuition fee 1 1,000 yuan for Changbing's entrepreneurship has not been paid back yet. It's already June, and more than 700 yuan in the first semester of ethnic high school has not been settled. After three years, when will Aunt Wu's illness last? How long can uncle Wu's body last? Can the captain stay in the classroom for these three years?

In this stockade, five uncles and five aunts were once famous for their diligence and their family was once enviable. When several brothers were separated, Uncle Wu was only given three iron pots. They started from scratch, built a magnificent house with their own sweat, bought two scalpers and raised two smart and sensible children.

"I really can't, so I have to let one of them drop out of school." Uncle Wu's hand with chopsticks suddenly stopped in the air.

After dinner, we will hit the road. I took out 100, and Minister Tian and another comrade also took out the money. We pooled our money and gave it to Uncle Wu.

Uncle Wu's eyes suddenly widened. He didn't refuse, grabbed the money, struggled to fold it in his hand, held it tightly, from left hand to right hand, right hand to left hand, grinning and saying nothing.

He really needs it!

When Wu Shu left the village, he didn't see us off. He quickly waved to us and trotted to the stadium. Turning around again, there was no thin figure of him, only five aunts were facing us and leaning against the wall.

I don't know how many parents like five uncles and five aunts in this hundred thousand mountains, and how many long soldiers will be such children.

Reporter's notes

They are my brother.

When I came back from the mountains, I called the editor. The first sentence is: "Living in Beijing is a crime." I really thought so at the time.

Sitting on the train back, I opened the child's diary again, and tears flowed down unconsciously. I dare not recall everything I saw in the mountains, or the way two children fought back tears. I can hardly imagine the future of my five uncles and five aunts. Back in Beijing, for a long time, I couldn't sit down and write, turn on the computer and control my emotions. I'm worried that this will affect the effect of the article.

We live in the city and are always dissatisfied with life. We always think that we earn too little and spend too much. We complained all day … but when we came back from the mountains, I asked myself, are we really so unhappy?

After the article was published in the newspaper, the editorial department kept calling, and people donated money and materials with tears. After a week of continuous broadcast by China Central Radio, the donation heat wave reached its climax. God is fair, and five uncles and five aunts will be saved in the end.

Later, someone asked me, why is your article so touching? Another person wrote that a female reporter traveled thousands of miles across the mountains and interviewed two farmers deep in the mountains with only one letter. This is not only the story of a newspaper, a female reporter and two farmers, but also reflects a cultural phenomenon in recent years-the return of culture. My idea is simple, "because they are my brothers."

I still remember that at an activity meeting of a newspaper, Uncle Wu flew to Beijing as a special guest. He wore a thick Tujia cloth towel on his head and giggled. He gave me a banner that read "Good Journalists of the People". He always called me the savior of their family. I don't know why, but I'm sorry to hear that. At the end of the article, I once wrote: "I didn't know it was here."

Now, a few years later, I still want to say that I don't know how many brothers and sisters are still crawling on the cracked land. Their labor income is not enough to support themselves, let alone support their children to go to school. Many of them will never get such good luck as five uncles and five aunts!