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【358】The Buddha with a high top and a high top

After eating the glutinous rice cake he kneaded, Political Commissar Jiang put down the wooden bowl and said, "Mr. Silang Wendui, your family of three, are you full of food? How is your life?"

Mr. Slangwendui handed the cloth bag containing compressed biscuits and ham sausage to the boss, sighing:

"The harvest in the fields is just like that. If you want to rely on these ten acres of land to eat, it will not work. After paying the rent, the remaining grain will only make a living. Even so, you still have to live by eating wild vegetables from the mountains for one or two months every year.

I rely on my good legs and feet, and I am familiar with the mountains. I often go to the mountains to dig herbs and sell them to merchants who collect medicine. This can earn more than ten silver dollars every year. Otherwise, just paying the birth tax for the first four children would have to pull me into poverty."

Political Commissar Jiang said: "Is there any tax on having a baby?"

Slangwendui opened his eyes wide and said, "Why is the army strange? Don't the Han families pay the birth tax? The boy has 4 taels of silver, plus four taels of single eyelids, and one taels of five girls. How many poor people and slaves are all because they can't pay the birth tax, and the child falls to death when he is born."

Political Commissar Jiang said in a heavy mood: "Uncle, do you have any other taxes to pay?"

Slangwendui sighed and said, "That's a lot. For example, I, in addition to the land rent for the lord, I also have to pay another 50 kilograms of barley. We Tibetans have to pay new shoes when wearing new shoes, new clothes have to pay new clothes, cattle hoof tax, chicken tax, chicken tax, chicken tax, egg tax, ear tax, ewe tax, prison tax, fired material tax, ghee tax, barley tax, cloth tax..."

Fan Ming interrupted: "What is ear tax?"

Slangwendui said, "It is just that you have to pay the tax as long as you have ears. If you don't pay it, the lord will cut off your ears."

Fan Ming lowered his head, clenched his fists and suppressed his anger, and hummed heavily in a calm voice.

Political Commissar Jiang was so scared that he asked, "Then don't you owe the lord money?"

Slang Wendui said mutely: "Who doesn't owe the lord money? My family came from three generations and owed the lord a total of more than 200 taels of silver and more than 70 taels of silver in the temple. If I hadn't seen that I could go up the mountain to dig medicine every year, my grandfather had climbed up the snow mountain to pick snow lotus and saved the old lord's life, and the lord wouldn't have lent me so much."

He sighed again and said numbly: "Actually, our family is not much different from those poor or slaves. They are all people holding empty bowls. Whether they can survive depends on the lord's mercy."

Baima on the side had carefully stuffed the compressed biscuits into the collar clothes. At this time, when she heard about digging medicines on the side, she couldn't help but look proud on her red face, saying, "My dad can climb up the snow peak with a basket with her hands empty-handed. It's the eagle of our Yajiang River! I have passed the coming-of-age ceremony this year, and I have to learn from my dad and go to the mountain to dig medicines."

Political Commissar Jiang asked: "Does the medicinal materials have to be paid tax?"

Slangwendui replied: "Give half of the herbs to the lord."

Fan Ming asked in confusion: "Why do you still owe money from the temple?"

Slangwendui said: "The nimadui in front of my house always invites new sutra stones to be carved in the temple every year. I sell lamb skins and medicinal materials every year, so I ask the temple to carve large sutra stones to be dedicated to it on the day of the Gods Festival."

Fan Ming said: "Oh, no wonder people told me that the piles were piled out of silver."

Slangwendui said proudly: "The nymadui in front of my house is the offer of three generations of my family year after year."

Political Commissar Jiang's lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but when he thought of the religious policy that his superiors repeatedly emphasized before entering Tibet, he finally changed his words: "It's getting late, let's go to watch the movies. Uncle, aunt, Baima, you haven't seen the movies, right? You just took this opportunity to go and see them all."

The aunt said, "I won't go, there are still a lot of cow dung cakes that have not been pasted. Slangwendui takes Baima to see the freshness."

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On the night of early summer, villagers gather in Yajiang Village.

The garbage that had originally piled up in mountains in the square was nowhere to be seen, and the dirty and smelly water in the depression was swept away by the soldiers using the brooms they purchased in the village. This place has changed due to the arrival of the People's Liberation Army.

Some of the Tibetans sitting on the ground on the square were noble men with thick felt cushions under their bodies, while some nobles rode on their backs to watch movies condescendingly, while most of them sat on the ground without any mind. Everyone was watching movies.

After several Tibetan-speaking soldiers from the propaganda team shouted desperately for an afternoon, almost all the people in the village gathered in this small square tonight, crowding the square that had just been cleaned by the People's Liberation Army soldiers to the point of being thrust into pieces.

Even the poorest serfs in nearby caves and in broken adobe houses came this time because of the propaganda of the People's Liberation Army and the visits of the health team. They were dressed in shabby clothes and dark-faced, as if they had never taken a bath since they were born.

As if they knew their identity, most of the serfs hid far away, looking at the movie screen that had been set up in surprise. Even if they were far away from the crowd, the stench on their bodies could still be smelled from afar.

Luo He shrugged his nose and said to himself: "God knows how the girls in the health team can withstand this smell."

Another projectionist, Wu Zhencheng, said in a depressed mood: "Those are all serfs, and no one is born smelly. Now smelly doesn't mean they will always smell."

Luo He nodded: "The day for the suffering person to turn over is coming."

Wu Zhencheng slid the film disc into the buckle, thrust into the distance, and said contemptuously: "Look at those masters, they are still riding on the people's backs."

Luo He looked over and saw the nobleman riding on the back of a slave watching a movie, and cursed: "Dog thing!"

Luo He is the projection equipment custodian and projectionist of the propaganda team. Before the movie was played, the projection equipment of the propaganda team was neatly placed behind the screen. Luo He connected the battery full of charge to the equipment. After debugging, he turned on the switch of the speaker and played Tibetan songs with the "precious" tape drive issued by the center. All projectionists across the country were told that this kind of tape recorder was very precious, and it cost more than 4,000 yuan to import such a device from the Soviet Union.

Of course, the central government would not say that these are all bargain-priced equipment purchased by Xiaoqiang from 2011.

A song "Singing of the Serfs" released in two push-pull speakers made the Tibetans feel intoxicated and all of them showed excitement.

"It sounds nice. Where did this come from? The sound seems to be coming from the other end of the Yunhe Mountain. I have walked through many villages in Kangba, but I have never heard such a golden voice." A middle-aged mountain citizen exclaimed.

"Who is singing? Why don't you see where the person is? Are you singing behind the big white cloth?" Some Tibetans stretched their heads and looked around eagerly while asking the people around them.

Luo He did not stop, and then played a song "The Glory of Chairman M". The high-spirited tune and exquisite singing made many Tibetans who didn't even know who the chairman was infected, and he clapped like the PLA soldiers watching on the sidelines.

After the two songs were played, Luo He and Wu Zhencheng had completed the work of inserting films and adjusting the movie projector. Luo He turned on the movie projector with the films inserted and began to officially screen the movie.

The movie "Serfs" has begun to be screened.

This black-and-white film was born in 1963 after the Tibet Rebellion in 1959. There are not many dialogues in the film, but the camera language that seems to have magic is so thick and straightforward, carrying a silence force, hitting the hearts of every audience.

At first, the Tibetans who saw what a movie was for the first time with a piety of treating magic, held their breath and looked at the living people on the screen with great concentration and listened to the voice. They were amazed and excited about seeing a movie for the first time in their lives.

A small head nearby also came to watch the movie. As a member of the ruling class from a noble family, he had watched British movies screened by his master several times when he was a guest at the Grand Lord of Chamdo. Although he couldn't understand English, he finally saw what the movie looked like. He heard that the film was amazingly expensive. Even the Grand Lord had only collected a few movies, playing it repeatedly to pass the time in exchange for superiority, and entertaining himself at home.

The little head man praised: "This is exactly the same as what I watched at the Grand Lord of Chamdo. It is indeed a real movie. The central government has really rich, so it is a waste to let these servants watch this."

In the square, some Tibetans were already excited to recite Buddhist scriptures and praise Buddhism. In their opinion, movies are like miracles, and there is no doubt that Buddhism must be blessed on it.

Gradually, as the plot of the movie progressed, people began to cry in the square, and more and more people were crying, and a low whimper was infecting everyone with a sound and silent voice.

Even the little head man said with some emotion: "This master is too unlucky. He is really the cheapest life to be his slave. He must have been a great sin in his previous life and wanted to be a slave to such a master in this life."

In the square, Tibetans began to turn the prayer drums in their hands and pray for the miserable people in the film to save themselves.

Many serfs in the distance shed tears, empathizing with her destiny, and she lamented her hardships as hard as the serfs in the movie. A silent force swept through people's hearts, and many people's souls were deeply shocked for the first time in their lives.

The nobleman riding his own slaves also climbed off the back of his slaves at some point and stood by the crowd and watched silently.

Slang Wendui and Baima, the old father and young daughter, sat next to Political Commissar Jiang and Leader Fan, and watched the movie nearby.

Slangwendui shed tears and kept muttering: "This is fate, this is fate, this is..."

Baima's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and for the first time in her life, she was hit by the storm of thought in her mind, which made her constantly wonder why, why the lives of serfs are so humble, and they will remain humble forever.

Halfway through the movie, the Tibetan girl in the movie said affectionately to the serf Jomba:

"...There is a red sun in the east. There is a Bodhisattva with a high top in the sun. He can see everything. He sees the highest place in the world. Someone is suffering the deepest and deepest suffering. With one lift of the Bodhisattva's hand, the Bodhisattva soldier crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to rescue people's great suffering! Each Bodhisattva soldier has a red star with five horns on his head..."

When Baima saw this, she turned her head and looked at Fan Ming sitting beside her, and thought in shock: "It turns out that the army was sent by the Bodhisattva! It is the Bodhisattva soldier! It is here to save the great suffering and the great suffering! It is said in the movie - Jinzhu Mami!"

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