Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Chapter 316 Shigatse

In order to keep the secret, He Daqing did not reveal his true identity.

He disguised himself as a newspaper reporter and went deep into Tibet under the pretext of collecting folk songs, with the aim of exploring the unique customs and culture of this place.

After a short rest in the Lhasa Working Committee compound, He Daqing finally embarked on his journey to Shigatse.

Traveling with him was a horse team responsible for transporting supplies to the front line in Shigatse.

In fact, He Daqing was not a timid person, but the reason why he acted so cautiously was because the road to Shigatse was extremely dangerous.

There are no wide and flat roads here at all, instead there are only winding and intricate paths.

If you are not familiar with the terrain, you may get lost if you are not careful.

At this moment, He Daqing was sitting upright on the horse's back, holding the reins tightly in his hands, leading another good horse carrying supplies.

You know, in this land of material scarcity, even an ordinary bottle of Erguotou can be sold at an unimaginably high price.

He Daqing successfully exchanged two good horses from local herdsmen with just a kerosene lighter and a magnifying glass.

The deal was satisfying for both parties, especially after the transaction was completed.

The herdsman laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.

He kept bragging to others about how much of a bargain he had gotten and mocked He Daqing as a fool.

The mountain road from Lhasa to Shigatse is winding, rugged and difficult to travel. In many places, it is so narrow that only one person can walk alone.

The journey of more than 200 kilometers took He Daqing five days, even on horseback.

Fortunately, with a familiar horse team leading the way, nothing went wrong along the way.

The Shigatse branch working committee is located in a dilapidated courtyard.

There were two and a half earthen houses, half of which had mostly collapsed.

The so-called secretary was a skinny old man.

If you don't speak Chinese, it's almost difficult to distinguish them from Tibetans.

Perhaps, this is also a disguised form of protection for himself.

He is the only one in such a large sub-committee.

No one wants to come to this damn place. Not only are there poor mountains and bad water, but there is also the risk of life.

The border residents here are deeply influenced by foreign forces and almost all of them have considerable hostility towards the Han people.

The old man looked at the clean and fair He Daqing with an ugly expression on his face. It was obvious that he did not welcome He Daqing's arrival.

Without even saying hello, the old man hurriedly said a few words to He Daqing as if he was just trying to complete a task.

“There’s an empty room there, you can clean it up yourself.

You'd better sell the horse. It's too eye-catching and will easily attract people's attention.

From the looks of you, you don't seem to be the type to listen to advice. It's up to you. You can lock the horse in that half-collapsed house and leave.

For the sake of the cigarette you gave me, old man, I would like to give you a piece of advice.

Shigatse is not a good place, and there is no news here. Go back as soon as possible, don’t lose your life here..."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and left without saying another word to He Daqing.

He Daqing is not some crappy newspaper reporter. When he came here, he was fully aware of the dangers here.

Naturally, I wouldn't be persuaded to go back by the old man's few words.

Pushing open the creaking old wooden door, what comes into view is an earthen kang.

There were some moldy weeds on the kang, and everything else was visible.

If we have to say there is one, it is probably the messy spider silk balls on the low beams.

It's gray, just like this shabby house, very old.

He Daqing opened the window to dispel the musty smell.

He Daqing used his feet to push the weeds on the kang to the ground.

The bags on the horses' backs outside were also thrown into the house, and He Daqing began to make the bed.

He Daqing is now completely in the dark about Shigatse and knows nothing about it.

Let's stay here for now and get some intelligence first.

After a while, the house looked ready.

There's nothing much to do. Just put a thick quilt on the kang and you'll immediately feel at home.

In July, the sun had just set in Shigatse and the temperature began to drop rapidly.

He Daqing was wearing a tattered jacket and sitting outside the house, roasting a rabbit over the fire.

The skinny old man in the next room twitched his nose and sniffed the aroma of meat.

I had already cursed He Daqing in my heart.

You fat guy, why are you roasting so much delicious meat? You don't even think of treating an old man like me to some.

After all, I am the first secretary of the sub-working committee. You are living in my territory now.

He Daqing, who was outside the house, opened a bottle of liquor and the old man was no longer calm.

Decades of alcohol addiction were aroused, and it felt like there were millions of ants tickling my heart. How could I bear it?

He Daqing heard the creaking sound of the wooden door and grinned, knowing that the skinny old man had been hooked.

From the old man's words, He Daqing understood more about the dangerous situation in Shigatse.

The local government here just treats him as a mascot.

If there hadn't been border guards stationed not far away, he, a little old man, would have been dead long ago.

The original working committee here was not only full of talented people, but also had at least ten or so people.

After several people disappeared inexplicably, the rest all ran away.

The remaining skinny old man ostensibly did it for the motherland.

In fact, deep down, I still can't bear to give up the position of secretary.

There is also a Gyantse County in the southeast, which also has a Working Committee branch. The situation is similar to that here, and it seems to be in name only.

The skinny old man was not completely useless, he had collected some information.

There are at least hundreds of messy maps of the surrounding terrain.

These are things that the skinny old man collected over three years and at great expense.

The skinny old man treated it as a treasure and didn't even show it to He Daqing.

After He Daqing got the skinny old man drunk, he took the map and began to study it carefully.

Almost all the surrounding counties, towns and villages have been specially circled to indicate that the place is a dangerous area. Even Shigatse has a big red circle drawn around it.

Actually it’s not surprising!

Although the serfs in Tibet were liberated on the surface, the big landlords did not suffer any blow.

All the land, livestock, and means of production still belong to the landlords.

The serfs still had to rely on the landlords for survival and served as their cattle and horses.

The serfs, who had not seen any benefits, had no idea about China's policies.

They would hate whoever the landlords told them to hate.

This is also the fundamental reason why the bandit problem in Shigatse is so serious.

The landlords are the biggest bandit problem, including the local government of Shigatse.

I don’t know what Minister Lin was thinking when he sent He Daqing to carry out this mission.

Not only must all the landlords and wealthy people here be killed, all those lamas must also be chopped to pieces.

Then distribute land to the serfs, otherwise the bandit problem will be impossible to solve.

He Daqing's eyes lit up.

This~

What a brilliant idea...