Every day, I lead my old horse to run back and forth in the snow in the forest. Every day, my old horse and I are sweating. In this process, the original forest is decreasing, and the big birch trees are falling one by one. My heart is trembling and aching.
My old horse is sweating all over after pulling a trip of wood. I feel that this work is torturing me. I feel that the old horse is too pitiful. I can't bear to let it pull more wood each time, because it is too tiring. Other people's horses pull three or four large woods with a diameter of 40 cm each time, and I only let my old horse pull one each time. If this continues, I will not make any money every day after deducting the consumption of people and horses.
I am really conflicted and my mood begins to get bad. One night for dinner, the master made braised pork elbow. The living standard of the logging team is the highest because the logging team earns more money. Everyone on the mountain is doing piecework. That day, I was the only one who didn't eat the braised pork elbow. After more than ten days on the mountain, the fat and water in my stomach had long been scraped away.
However, I knew that what I was eating was not braised pork elbow, but the blood and sweat of myself and Lao Ma! Because I was the only one who didn't eat braised pork elbow, my brother scolded me in front of everyone, saying that I was useless and couldn't accomplish anything big. However, when there were no outsiders around and in front of my old father after going down the mountain, he still affirmed that I didn't eat braised pork elbow.
Working in the mountains was hard and dangerous. At that time, each unit, including the government, also had large vehicles and sent people to transport wood to earn some extra money so that they could get some year-end benefits for the unit employees.
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