Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing sat drowsily in the car, looking weakly at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

It’s not surprising to have altitude sickness when it’s your first time to such a high altitude.

People these days are generally tough and resilient.

If you have altitude sickness or something like that, as long as you can still breathe, the driver will basically not stop for you.

This is the highest highway in the world, the Kangding-Tibet Highway.

The line was opened last year, on December 1954, 12.

This ended the thousands of years of history of Tibet without roads.

As the military green truck went deeper into Tibet, He Daqing's altitude sickness was cured in just one day.

After recovering, He Daqing finally had time to appreciate the scenery along the way.

The endless snow-capped mountains are magnificent and majestic, which makes people feel excited.

The car soldier was still a half-grown boy, his cheeks had been stained a unique red by the cold wind of the Tibetan Plateau, and he looked much more aged than his actual age.

Seeing that He Daqing was in better spirits, he started chatting with him about family matters.

It's just because it's too boring, the endless and rugged mountains are nothing but mountains.

"Comrade He, you look clean and fair, so you must be going to Lhasa to be a leader, right?"

He Daqing listened to the car soldier's somewhat childish voice, nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, you figured it out, haha!

But we didn’t go to Lhasa, we went to Shigatse.

Judging from your voice, you seem young. How many years have you been in the army?"

The car soldier smiled shyly and put a half-smoked cigarette into his mouth.

While the road was still relatively flat, he let go of the steering wheel and struck a match to light himself.

“This year, I am twenty-three.

After five years of military service, there wasn't enough food at home.

My family asked someone to find a way for me to join the army and get food.

Shigatse is not a good place to go. It's very chaotic there now.

Have you offended someone?

Why go to Shigatse?

The local government is in charge there, what are you going there for?"

The car soldier deliberately emphasized the word "regional government".

He Daqing also realized that the current regional government was still formed by the remnants of the old Tibetan society.

At that time, Tibet established a regional government with the support of external forces in an attempt to resist the heavenly soldiers.

Although the State of China was newly established, it was not something that these feudal serf landlords and so-called lamas could resist. It could be said that it was defeated at the first blow.

Afterwards, the local government, which was frightened by the beating, ran to Sijiucheng to sign an agreement and recognized the rule of China.

There is no way to deny it, the Chinese heavenly soldiers will not tolerate them.

Many of the people in power in these local governments were former serfs and landlords.

The liberation of the serfs has already affected their interests, so it would be better to have a large army stationed in Lhasa.

In more remote places like Shigatse, local governments often do things that are lip service and even collude with foreign forces.

He Daqing took out a cigarette, handed one to the car soldier, and then took out the ruby ​​lighter and lit one for himself.

“Isn’t there a sub-working committee in Shigatse?

I'm going there for something, just to convey some instructions!

With warriors like you here, those clowns can’t do anything.”

The soldier looked at the cigarette handed to him with satisfaction and carefully put it between his ears.

"As expected of a leader, the first thing he did was to buy Zhonghua cigarettes.

Our team leader can only get one or two packs during festivals and he treats them like treasures.

Uncle, that's right.

But those bandits won't confront us head-on.

After committing the crime, they hid in the mountains and we couldn't find them at all.

For the sake of this cigarette, uncle, please listen to my advice and never leave Shigatse County.

You are so clean and fair that you are obviously not a local. You are very likely to be attacked by bandits..."

He Daqing just smiled after hearing this.

Bandits and the like, don’t need to come to me, He Daqing, I will go find them.

Three days later, the car finally arrived in Lhasa, and we could see the magnificent Potala Palace from afar.

Seeing that He Daqing was staring in a trance, the car soldier began to explain some basic knowledge to He Daqing.

“Does it feel sacred and solemn?

That’s what I thought when I first saw it.

Just below and to the left of that building is the Snow Prison.

When I got inside, I almost vomited.

There were all kinds of vicious torture instruments, and lamas were using living people to make ritual instruments.

I even saw a woman who had just been skinned alive, wailing loudly!

You don’t know how cruel those lamas are.

Human skin is used to make drums, leg bones are used as horns, and the top of the head is used as a bowl.

The magic weapons they carry are all taken from living people, and most of the time, they have to find beautiful girls.

Those beasts wanted the landlord to offer a beautiful and pure girl as an offering, just to satisfy their own selfish desires.

And they also skin people to make ritual implements. Do you think they are beasts?"

He Daqing felt his blood boiling when he heard this, but his facial expression did not change.

“It’s really a beast!

But what’s the use of thinking this way?

Look over there, the common people are kneeling and worshipping the Potala Palace.

They don’t think so. They might even regard us as their enemies!

Look at the way they look at us, none of them are friendly.

It is we who prevent them from being slaves to the landlords and materials for the lamas’ ritual implements.”

The car soldier also sighed.

“Who said it wasn’t? I really don’t understand.

Why are there people in this world who really like to be treated like slaves?

He watched his wife and daughter being made into instruments of worship, yet he still devoted himself to Buddhism. "

“It’s just a crooked way, good at deceiving people.

They live in a world of cattle and horses, and have always been indoctrinated with the thinking of cattle and horses. They take it for granted that they are cattle and horses.

This kind of thing is not something a private like you should worry about.

Come on, take me to the Workers' Committee..."

China seems to be thriving now, but there are many chaotic places.

On the southeast coast, bald guys would come out from time to time to cause trouble.

In Yunnan and Guangdong, many ethnic minorities were dancing with great joy under the instigation of foreign forces.

In Tibet, the roads are difficult to access, the mountains are high and the roads are dangerous. Once chaos really breaks out, the amount of manpower and material resources that China will need to spend will absolutely be an astronomical figure.

After all, the country's national strength is insufficient, so it can only choose the lesser of two evils.

Such an overall environment is actually quite good.

Once China breaks up with the Soviet Union, the overall environment will only get worse.

The northwest will also be in chaos by then, and North Korea in the northeast will also cause trouble.

Thinking of this, He Daqing took a deep look at the Potala Palace and suppressed his crazy idea.

If it weren't for the overall situation, I, He Daqing, would turn all of you lamas into ritual instruments tonight.