red ribbon lion king

Chapter 33 Xishuangbanna is my literary hometown

Shen Shixi

I went to Xishuangbanna at the age of 16, spent eighteen spring and autumn years, and did not leave until middle age.I married a wife and started a family in Xishuangbanna, and my baby son was born in Xishuangbanna.It can be said that Xishuangbanna, a hot and passionate land, is my second hometown.

More than 30 years ago, Xishuangbanna was sparsely populated, with inconvenient transportation, no industrial pollution, and undeveloped tourism.Because of this, the perfect natural ecology is maintained there.The lush tropical rainforest covers the mountains and valleys, and the clear spring water surrounds the villages and villages.

What surprised me the most was that there were no nests for chickens, pens for pigs, pens for cows, stables for horses, and no chains around the necks of dogs.The domesticated animals live freely and freely, and can play around as they like during the day. When they are hungry, they go back to the owner's yard and yell and beg for food.

At night, chickens fly to the roof of the bamboo building and perch on the thatched ridge like birds; dogs lie on the threshold, and be careful not to step on the dog's tail when entering and leaving the door; Rubbing and itching on the pillars of the house; the most rogue is the pig, occupying the twelve stairs of the bamboo building, just like sleeping on a bunk bed, lying on the narrow stairs one by one, letting you step on the floor. Dongdong sound, they still sleep soundly snoring...

I remember that when I first arrived in Xishuangbanna, I stayed at a fellow villager’s house. One day I drank a few glasses of rice wine before going to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night with a swollen bladder. I didn’t want to go to the bathroom, so I groped my way to the balcony of the bamboo building, condescending. Take a pee.

Just halfway through the operation, Moo roared, and a bull’s head protruded from the balcony. With the faint starlight, I saw the urine dripping on the cow’s face, the bull’s eyes were bigger than copper bells, and the cow’s mouth was distorted and deformed by anger. .It turned out that I pissed on the face of a buffalo downstairs. It must be that the smell of human urine is not very good. It is salty, sour and astringent, which makes it unappetizing. It is protesting to me.

It is always indecent to defecate anywhere. I was afraid of waking up the owner, so I had to stop peeing urgently, thinking of finding a quiet place downstairs to continue my convenience.Stepping down the stairs, I stepped on the neck of an old sow. It jumped up with a wow, and I rolled down the stairs. Fortunately, there are fat pigs on every floor of the stairs, which are as soft as carpets. He did somersaults and didn't hurt his bones, but he was scared out of his wits, and the remaining half of his urine was sprinkled on his pants.

What's more annoying is that these damned pigs and cows, blaming me for disturbing their dreams, swarmed up, the pig's head shoved my ass, the cow's hooves tripped over my legs, threw me to the ground, and surrounded me in the middle.I don’t know if they want to pay me back in the same way, or because the pungent urine smell on my body triggers their excretion function, several cows and pigs urinated at me, as if they had unscrewed several With only a hot water faucet, I was drenched and became a veritable pisser.The master was woken up, so he came downstairs to help me out.

Livestock in Xishuangbanna enjoy a high degree of freedom, and the villages are close to virgin forests. There are often stories of cameo roles, cross-plays, and cross-plays between wild animals and human livestock.

My landlord has six hens and no roosters.One evening, when the hens came home from the woods, they found a colorful rooster with particularly long tail feathers guarding the hens majestically.At first I thought it was a rooster from another family, but after sending the hens into the landlord's yard, the rooster flapped its wings and flew to the big green tree with a height of tens of meters outside the yard.Domestic chickens can't fly so high no matter what, only the wild wild chickens in the forest have such flying ability, only then did I know that this is a wild rooster, greedy for the beauty of the landlord's six hens, and came to be the son-in-law .

In the middle of the night, my landlord and I quietly climbed up the big green tree. I used a bright flashlight to shine on the rooster's eyes. The landlord covered the rooster with a fishing net, cut off half of its wings, and forced it to settle down in the village.

This wild rooster is brave and aggressive, and all the roosters in the village are afraid of him, and he has become the famous chicken king.The chicks hatched from the hens that have mated with it seldom get chicken plague, and the survival rate is significantly improved, but they have to cut their wings since they are young, otherwise they will fly to the woods and never come back when they grow up to two months old.After all, it is a wild species, not as obedient as a domestic chicken.

The village head raised a few buffaloes. One day, a bull disappeared. He went to the woods to look for it, but couldn't find it for several days. He thought it was eaten by mountain leopards or tigers, but he didn't care.

Half a year later, the bull suddenly ran home, followed by a shy cow and a lively and lovely calf.The hooves of the cow and calf were covered with white hair, as if they were wearing white socks, which proved to be the unique white-sock bison in the dense forest of Xishuangbanna.Apparently, the bull of the village chief's family had eloped with the wild cow half a year ago, and this time he brought his young wife and good son to visit the owner.

The village was overjoyed, and got a cow and a calf out of nowhere, and gold ingots fell from the sky, don't want it for nothing.He hastened to call me to help, using wheat bran as bait, leading them to a vegetable garden with a fence, and imprisoning them.Of course, the wild cow didn't like to live a prisoner's life. In the middle of the night, she made a sound, knocked down the fence wall, and walked away with her husband and son.The village chief Bai was overjoyed and even lost a large bag of wheat bran.

There was an old man in the village who found a lost mammary elephant in the forest. He tied the elephant's neck with rattan ropes and forced it back home. He was afraid that the herd of elephants would come to his house and make trouble, so he sold the mammary elephant to a juggler in the county. The team will get 100 yuan.Unexpectedly, that night, more than 30 wild elephants surrounded the village, roaring loudly, and using their long trunks to roll up sand and catapult the old man's bamboo building. It was as if they would wipe out the village if they didn't hand over the elephants, and they didn't leave until dawn. go.

Everyone blamed the old man, and the old man felt wronged, and was even more afraid of being retaliated by the wild elephant, so he went to the county seat early the next morning to redeem the mammary elephant.The juggling troupe are quack entertainers, they only want profit, and the old man has to take two hundred oceans to allow him to bring the mammary back.The old man had no choice but to sell a bay red horse, exchange it for a mammary elephant, and send it to the forest. Only then did the turmoil subside.

In the village where I jumped in line to settle down, the most confused livestock and wild animals were pigs.It often happens that wild boars abduct domestic sows and domestic boars marry wild sows.At least 50.00% of the piglets are mixed race.

Over time, the domestic pigs in the village have slender snouts, loose mane, and ferocious fangs. They look closer and closer to wild boars, and their tempers are frighteningly violent. If you hit them with stones, they will howl and rush to bite you. foot pole.It's simply Zhu Bajie's rebellion, not paying attention to people.

Once during the Dai Nationality's Closed Door Festival, when a fat pig was slaughtered, its mouth was not tied tightly, and the miserable howls resounded through the sky. As a result, more than 100 pigs in the whole village rushed to the slaughterhouse, roaring and running, and threw away the buckets used for killing pigs. The chopping board, the chopping board and the iron pan collided like a gang of football hooligans gathering to make trouble.

The villagers ordered loyal hunting dogs to suppress it, triggering a pig-dog fight. Five dogs were bitten off their legs or bit their necks crookedly. , Eat all the papayas hanging on the branches to vent their dissatisfaction with humans.

There are as many stories of this kind as there are stars in the sky, and there are countless stories.

Many animal novels I wrote, such as "The Wild Boar King", "The White Elephant Family", "Shepherd Leopard", etc., are based on my real life experience in Xishuangbanna.Of course, some plots have been transformed, discarded and recombined. In order to make the work complete and vivid, appropriate artistic processing has also been carried out.But I can say responsibly that the animals and characters in the works can find their prototypes in life, and the basic plot of the story is indeed what happened in life.

My friend asked me, the animals you wrote, be it pigs, chickens or cows, seem to understand emotions and have a lot of spirituality. They will have many emotional entanglements with people. How do they compare with the pigs and chickens we saw in the farm? Yay, is it completely different?Are you making up nonsense to coax children?

I told my friends, you have never seen a real pig, a real chicken, a real cow!
More than a dozen pigs in the farm are crowded in a narrow pigsty. From birth to slaughter, from baby pigs to big fat pigs, they never leave the small pigsty. They eat and sleep all day long.This is not called a pig, but a fattening machine.

Hundreds of chickens in the chicken farm are crowded in a chicken coop with limited space. They are illuminated by lights to keep them warm, and compound feed is used to urge them to lay eggs every day. They will never see the blue sky, white clouds, grassland and rivers in their entire lives.This is not called a chicken, this is called an egg-laying machine.

The cows in the dairy farm are managed by computer, when to feed water, when to feed, when to add additives such as vitamins or prolactin to the food, when to milk, how to milk, and how much milk to express at a time. control.This is not called a cow, this is called a milking machine.

In order to get more protein and fat, and to live a more comfortable, happier and happier life, human beings not only domesticate and enslave animals, but also unscrupulously alienate animals.

In the farm, animals are stripped of their life essence and turned into standard walking dead!

The reason why I am keen on writing wild and wild animals is to tell readers and friends who rarely have the opportunity to contact animals except in the farm, that besides us humans, there are many lives on the earth that are emotional and spiritual.They have a loving nature, can be happy, angry, sad, and even have the ability to distinguish between good and evil.We should learn to respect animals, respect another kind of life form, and stop treating all life except us humans as worthless.

Yes, as an omnivorous primate, human beings inevitably kill animals, eat pork, eggs, and milk. Human beings are essentially lazy animals, so they inevitably use horses instead of walking, cattle to plow the land, and dogs to look after their homes.But I think we can be tolerant and compassionate while eating them and enslaving them. Before they are slaughtered, after they sweat profusely for us for a day of hard labor, we can treat them kindly, care for them, and let them live. Enjoy a little of the zest of life and give back a little of their natural right to life.

This is not hypocrisy, this is the label of civilization.

Human beings should be a good slave owner who can always show kindness in front of animals. This request is not too much, right?

I have lived in vain for more than 50 years, and I asked myself, I have done some good things in this half of my life, but I have also done many ridiculous things that make me blush in retrospect. Fry it in the oil pan for a while until both sides are yellow, then take it out and throw it in the courtroom to ask the king of hell to forgive him.Lord Yama's requirements must be extremely strict. Based on my performance in the yang world, maybe I will not be allowed to continue to be a human being in the next life, but send me to be reborn as a pig, chicken, cow, horse or other animals.If this is the case, I will kowtow like pounding garlic and beg the Lord of the Underworld to be extra merciful, and let me, this pig, this chicken, this cow, this horse, be thrown into the Xishuangbanna farmhouse, but don’t throw me into a computer-managed breeding field to go.

They are also domestic animals. In the Xishuangbanna farmhouse, they can swim in the mountains and rivers when they are full. When they are unhappy, they can quarrel with the owner. When the owner is taking a nap, they can escape to the deep mountains and dense forests to be wild animals for a few days. Maybe they can be kidnapped if they are lucky. When a wild daughter-in-law comes back, although the final outcome will inevitably be cut into pieces and become a delicacy on the human table, at least when she is alive, she can live with fun and taste, not like being imprisoned since childhood. Those guys in the feedlot have no fun, no taste, no meaning in life.

(End of this chapter)