Boss Zhong sighed and said, "It's not just the landslide accident in Jiama mining area, but the major landslide accident that happened in Sanqin Shanyang five years ago was also very tragic. The disaster in the Yanjiagou mining area of ​​Wuzhou Mining caused a total of 64 people to be missing, and it has not been found yet. The missing people include workers from the mine, workers in the mining team and their families who visited the mine, including an eight-month-old baby..."

Boss Zhong's words made many people feel chilled.

To them, these numbers are not just a set of numbers, but also a series of vivid lives.

In the face of such a geological disaster, life is so fragile...

Shi Qiang shook his head and said, "So, mining in the mountainous area is actually a very dangerous thing. No matter what happens, it will be a big deal if something happens. The two accidents that Boss Zhong just mentioned are living examples. The accident that happened in the Jialagou mining area today is even more lively."

Liu Mo'ang lowered his head and cursed in his heart: "Safe production, safe production! This sentence has been said for more than half a century, but such a tragedy will still happen. I really don't know what the mine owners eat."

The atmosphere was a little painful for a moment.

At this time, Solang Tsering came over with a jar of wine and two bowls. He had never seen this old man Liu Mo'ang and the others, but judging from Solang Tsering's attitude, the old man was obviously Solang Tsering's elder.

"Everyone, this is my grandfather. He heard that you are here to rescue and insisted on coming over to meet everyone." Solang Tseren said with a smile.

As soon as this said, everyone stood up, and Boss Zhong said in surprise: "Brother Solang, is this old man your grandfather? How old is that old man?"

"Haha, my grandfather is 80 years old this year! How about it? Can't you tell me?" Solang Tseren's tone was full of pride.

"You are eighty years old?" Everyone almost exclaimed in unconvincingly.

This old man is thin and thin, even more dry than Boss Zhong. However, the old man looks really good in body, walks vigorously, and doesn’t have many wrinkles on his face. If you see the old man walking from behind, he doesn’t look like an 80-year-old man at all. You probably have many people who believe him if he is 60.

The old man was obviously very happy to everyone's surprise. He said a few words happily, his voice was very loud and full of energy. It's a pity that everyone couldn't understand his words.

Solang Tsering said: "My grandfather welcomes you very much, but the conditions at home are limited and I cannot entertain you well."

A group of people clasped their hands at the old man, and the smile on the old man's face became even stronger.

The old man turned his head and said a few words to his grandson. Solang Tsering translated: "My grandfather said he admires you very much, so he wanted to toast everyone with a glass of wine."

Boss Zhong said politely: "How can this happen? The old man is so old, we have to pay our respects to the old man. Come on, everyone picked up the glasses, let's pay our respects to the old man and wish them good health and happiness every day."

Solang Tsering quickly took a bowl and poured the wine in the jar a little, "This is our own rice wine. It has a relatively low degree, but it is quite delicious. Everyone will try it later."

A group of people accompanied the old man to drink a drink and invited the old man to sit down and chat. Anyway, his grandson was here, so it would be absolutely fine to be an interpreter.

The old man seemed to like crowded occasions, so he found a stool and sat down without refusing. Solang Tsering carried the wine jar and poured the wine for everyone with the wine glasses in his hand, and then sat next to his grandfather as an interpreter.

Chu Qian suddenly asked, "Brother Solang, you should be a Menba clan, right?"

Solang Tsering nodded with a smile, "That's right, our family is all Menba tribes, and most of the people in Beibeng Township are Menba tribes."

Only then did Liu Mo'ang realize that Brother Suolang was not a Tibetan compatriot, but a fellow Menba compatriot.

Although the old man could not speak Mandarin, he could understand Mandarin. He asked his grandson a few words, and Solang Tsering said a few words in Menba. The old man said a few more words. Solang Tsering then translated: "My grandfather said that our family was the first group to migrate from the Menyu area. It has been ten generations now. Back then, our Menba people were exploited by serfs in Menyu area, the Qing Dynasty and temples too seriously, and people could not survive, so our ancestors migrated from Menyu area to the current Baimagang area. Oh by the way, Motuo used to be called Baimagang. Our lineage came to the Bedun side."

Everyone nodded to show that they understood.

Most of these people have lived in Rikkong City for many years and have some knowledge of the local history. For example, in the Motuo area, the Luoba people lived for generations, but later the Menba people migrated here from the Menyu area and became the most populous nation in Motuo. Now the population proportion of the Menba people in Motuo is as high as about 75%, which is the well-deserved largest ethnic group in Motuo.

The old man picked up the wine bowl and raised it to everyone. Those who drink wine picked up the wine glasses and took a sip of the wine with the old man.

Not to mention, although this kind of rice wine made by locals tastes a bit light, it is indeed delicious. Even Chu Qian couldn't help but take a sip and then praised it.

Because of the old man's joining, the originally painful atmosphere was wiped out, and the group of people were very happy.

The old man drank some wine and became more and more excited and talked very much.

While drinking and eating, everyone listened to the old man telling some of the things that happened here. Not to mention, they really learned some unknown things.

After all, Motuo is a county with a very closed environment. Before entering the Internet age, due to the restrictions of terrain, some things that happened here are difficult to know outsiders.

For example, the old man talked and didn’t know how he talked about building roads and bridges for Modog back then.

"After the plateau was just peacefully liberated, the three devils in the south implemented Nehru's 'forward policy', advanced northward on the border southeast of the plateau, and continued to erode our country's territory. Our Motuo side is the area that the three devils are focusing on. I remember it very clearly. It was May 1962. I was twenty-two years old that year. The three devils were very happy that year. They actually wanted to occupy Baimagang. Oh, by the way, Motuo was still called Baimagang at that time." Solangciren faithfully translated his grandfather's words.

"At that time, the 158th Regiment stationed in Bayi, our plateau military region was ordered to take action immediately and cross Duoxongla Mountain to come to the Bingben. At that time, our soldiers were miserable. In May, it was the time when Duoxongla Mountain was closed, especially when it was at the mountain pass, which was even more amazing. We locals dared not cross the mountains at this time, but our soldiers rushed over and died many people. Some of them were younger than me, which was too miserable..."

The old man looked sighing and immersed in memories.

"After the 158th Regiment came to the Bedun, there was a code name called Motuo Camp. This was called that in order to confuse the Three Japanese. At that time, the Motuo Camp was stationed in our Bedun area, because it was the front line between the Three Japanese. The Motuo Camp came here in May, and in October it fought fiercely with the Three Japanese. At that time, our Motuo Camp was fighting near the east of the south, and opposite was the second battalion of the Madras Regiment of the Three Japanese. But the Three Japanese were the opponent of our soldiers. After one battle, they fought the Three Japanese. It was called a fleeing with their heads..."

Everyone listened to the rise of the old man's words. This was the secret of the Sino-Indian border self-defense counterattack.

"It took more than a month for that battle, and the three Japanese devils were completely defeated. If the Chairman had not ordered the fight to stop, our soldiers would have been able to fight to New Delhi in one go! Our soldiers were powerful, and the three Japanese devils would not be the only one at all!"

"Later, the war ended, and our soldiers were stationed here. With the arrival of the soldiers, the first primary school, the first power station, and the first hospital were built for the county... You don't know that at that time, our Motuo had nothing, but after the soldiers arrived, it brought countless benefits to the locals. For example, the Jiefang Bridge, which we had in the back collapse, was built by our soldiers back then."

Liu Mo'ang and others only knew that the Jiefang Bridge was built a long time ago, but they did not expect that it was built by the Motuo Camp, which participated in the self-defense counterattack on the Sino-Indian border.

"You don't know now. If we locals wanted to cross the Yarlung Zangbo River, they mainly relied on cage bridges made of cowhide rafts and rattans. However, both cowhide rafts and cage bridges were very dangerous. People often fell in and could never find them when crossing the river. After the counterattack, the soldiers stationed here of the Motuo Camp immediately began to build the bridge. Our soldiers decided to build an iron chain bridge at that time! But do you know how our soldiers built this bridge?" the old man asked playfully.

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

"The river surface here is more than 200 meters wide, and there are cliffs on both sides. It is not easy to build an iron cable bridge. But our soldiers will find a way. When we were building the bridge, we all went to help. We saw our soldiers take off the shell fuses of the 82 mortar, and then use the mortar to tie the thick hemp rope across the river and tie it into a rope net, so that the twelve main steel cables of the iron cable bridge can be pulled to the other side."

"But there are no steel cables for building this bridge. These steel cables must be transported from the mountains. So our soldiers picked out fifty of the best-in-law soldiers to carry one, crossing mountains and wading to the riverside. It took these fifty soldiers three months to get these twelve steel cables in. It can be said that each steel cable is covered with the flesh and blood of the soldiers! Later, the bridge was repaired and named the "Liberation Bridge". This bridge is also the first steel cable bridge in our Motuo. It was just that the flood twenty years ago destroyed the bridge. Now the bridge to the west was rebuilt by the troops."

"After the bridge is repaired, the road is being built. Now, the road from Bomi to Motuo has been repaired. I heard that the road from Pai Town to the county will also be opened to traffic in 2018. I didn't dare to imagine it before, but now it has all come true..."

The old man was so happy that his white beard was so upset.
Chapter completed!