My Hoh Xil Years

In 1994, I followed a gold-mining boss to work as a Shawazi in Yushu. The place was full of wasteland, and the only thing that accompanied me was the captain's black gun, oppression, cold wind, and the Bayan Hara Mountains in the distance. Lazy, afraid of the cold? It didn't exist at all. Every day, I stood in the cold river, digging up the sand with shovel after shovel, and then washed the sand and turned it into gold. It was bitter, so bitter. Until one day, a few jeeps came. They were Tibetans, saying they were from the mountain patrol team. They dismissed the gold mining team, and everyone else went home with tears in their eyes. Later, I heard that the owner and captain of the illegal mining had also been arrested. I didn't go out and planned to join them as a mountain patrol team member. They had a car to drive and could ride in the car every day. The salary was definitely not low. I pestered the person called the captain for free, and finally, I joined the mountain patrol team.