Sinphyu Kyun Aung Thein - Farmer Rebel

Writer Sinphyukyun Aung Thein was born in Sinphyukyun Township, Magway Region.

He was born in Yanphokone village on November 10, 1928, to U Shwe San, a farmer, and Ngwe Sin, a nun. He was the fourth of four siblings, and his real name was U Kyi Aye.

Before World War II, he studied primary and secondary education at Sinphyu Kyun District Council Support Primary School and Sinphyu Kyun U Pho Thein Secondary School. During World War II, he studied high school at Sinphyu Kyun Syar Nwe High School. In 1955, he was awarded the

He continued his education at the Student Honors Independent School and passed the university entrance exam in 1957.

Editor-in-Chief of the magazine "Movies of the Year" from 1955 to 1958, and in 1958-59, he contributed to the publications "Movies of the Year", "Movies of the Day" and "Natshin Naung".

He served as the editor-in-chief, a member of the editorial board of "Tagun Journal" in 1963, and as the editor-in-chief of "Cornelzine" in 1964-65.

He participated in the Myanmar Writers' Association, Writers' Literary Club, Union Myanmar Writers' Association, Myanmar Literature Promotion Association, Myanmar Literature Enthusiasts' Association, World Peace Congress (Myanmar), Literary Workers' Association, and Literature and Press Association.

From 1959 to 1961, he worked as a film scriptwriter and co-director. In 1951, he began writing poems in the “Tai Thit Journal” under the pen name “Shwe Zin”. In 1953, he began writing poems under the pen name “Sin Phyu Kyun Aung Thein”. In 1953, “Syup Kyun Aung Thein” in the blood-drinking magazine was his first short story. “Lum Ya Mon Oo” in 1955 was his first full-length novel. The novels starring “Ko Sy Ro” are his most famous short stories. Together, these short stories have been published in 11 volumes.

In addition to his pen name, Sin Phyu Kyun Aung Thein, he also wrote books under his real name, U Kyi Aye. He also wrote short stories and articles under more than 20 pen names, including U Aung Thein Myat, U Thein Zan Zin Aung, Mingalar Chin Aung, Si Nyaung Aung, Sai Ping Aung, and more.

He won the National Literature Award (Collection of Short Stories) for Ko Syro (4) in 1990, and the National Literature Award (Collection of Short Stories) for Ko Syro (6) in 1996. He was awarded the Southeast Asian Literature Award in 1998.

In 1999, he was awarded the Excellence in Arts (First Level), in 2004, the Pakokku U Ohn Pe Lifetime Literary Award, in 2005, the National Literary Long Novel Award, and in 2005, the National Literary Lifetime Literary Award.

Sayar Sin Phyu Kyun Aung Thein now lives in the East Ward, Tha Ka Tay Township, Yangon, and continues to write.

According to the

It's all glass.

To the lovely students of Ragan style

With wheat-based oaths

They are suffering from the Garuda syndrome...

Mr. Maung Mwai

First part

One

It was July 1, 1888, at about 10 a.m.

The night in Zigong is no different from the usual days, bustling with activity. Traders and brokers are waiting for a good opportunity, like a hunter stalking prey, near the market and around the train station.

The three forest dwellers emerged from the station in a huff. The market goers were walking calmly.

The three big guys who had just come out of the station saw a man walking briskly, not just running, from the left side of the road, and they suddenly turned and entered the noodle shop. Since they had no plans to enter the noodle shop, the tall, handsome, and handsome man remained standing in front of the shop, only to be yelled at by a short, dark-skinned man who had just entered the shop.

"Shadin, come and try it quickly."

Ko Din entered the shop with a sly grin, sat down at a dark, empty table with two people sitting in front of him, and said, "Ko Din, you didn't say anything and just went in. You're just shouting angrily for nothing."

"I'm not shouting. See that over there, Saffie, Ho Ho?"

U Min tilted his head as he spoke, as if he was afraid someone would see him. On the road where U Min's eyes met,

A man with a large blanket wrapped around his head walked past the noodle shop without looking back.

"Yes, sir. I guess we're the first to leave early."

“Okay, so I don’t want to be seen in this account.”

They had just gotten up from the table when the shop owner, a Chinese man, stood in front of them.

"Master, are you going to leave without eating anything?"

"Okay," U Myung finished, stepping towards the door.

"What's the point of sitting here without eating anything? This isn't a banquet." "What?"

Shwe, who had been quiet the entire time, punched China in the face with one punch, and China felt a little relieved as Thao Din blocked the blow with his forearm.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to be stubborn, Shwe?"

“No, this Chinese guy is too fat. If you eat kyats, you always eat at his restaurant. Hey, Chinese dog, eat your food, soon—”

"Hey, man."

U Myint's voice was too harsh. His face was as harsh as his voice. Nga Xue's eyes were closed and he looked at Tha Din with a pleading look.

“You, my dear, are you happy?” U Myung left the front and stood waiting under the tree in front of the shop. When Nga Xun and U Tha Din approached him, he continued to whisper.

"Don't be so harsh, Shu. You'll end up in trouble. Tha Din, you two wait at the corner of the market. I don't suspect Tha Fei, I'll follow him."

"Be careful, you fool."

| Ko Din and Nga Xue stood under the tree, and U Myint ran after Ko Din along the path he had walked earlier.

The road led to the house of the young criminal, Mr. Hill. After walking for about ten minutes, U Min saw U Tha Phae walking ahead. The house of the criminal was neat and tidy, with the bricks laid in rows and rows along the entrance, and whitewashed. When U Tha Phae turned around to look back, U Min was standing with his back to U Tha Zan, as if he had dropped something from his bag.

U Min looked out from a four-sided frame, with his head down, his two legs on either side, the edge of the cloth above, and the ground below. Only U could see.

U Tha Phae climbed up the stairs, stopped at the top of the stairs, talked to a man, and then went inside with him, U Min saw.

"I have an important matter to report to the minister, please see me, Chief Secretary."

U Tha Phae, unable to wipe away the tears that were dripping from his forehead, said in a breathless voice to the child's mother.

"I'm sick, so I won't be able to see anyone." "It's a very important matter, my dear."

"No matter how important you are, you're sick here, how can you talk?"

The sound of the bell became a muffled sound. U Tha Phae, however, did not show any signs of relenting, but instead looked around the room and apologized. "My name is Tha Phae, Chief Clerk." "I know. Even if you don't say it, I know it's you."

"Just apply if you have a matter of life and death that needs to be addressed. If you can't find it, I'll get back to you."

"You are a very long-tongued man, sit down." "Yes, sir."

U Tha Phae was left sitting cross-legged on the floor as ordered by Pyata, when a large dog with a long, furry tongue came out of the other room and bit U Tha Phae.

"Well, if I bite Goth, I'll die in one go," he thought. U Tha Zan hesitated and didn't move, but the big dog licked U Tha Fey's face with its tongue.

"It's a problem"

U Thapa lowered his head and the big dog licked U Thapa's cheek. When U Thapa covered it with his hand, a woman's voice floated from behind the curtain.

"Is it still dirty to lick your cheek, brother? My son is cleaner than you."

U Tha Phae knew that the criminal had no children and no wife. U Tha Phae looked at her, wondering what kind of woman she was. She was the same girl he had seen in the grocery aisle of the market. She was a beautiful Burmese girl with a kind face.

"U Thaphey Thakin entered"

After speaking again and giving orders, U Tha Phae entered the police chief's room with his head bowed and his back bent.

U Tha Phae had his head down so he could only see the carpet spread out on the floor, the bedposts, and a pair of slippers.

"Maw Phu Se Maung Thar Tung" He heard the faint, trembling voice and raised his head. "That's right, Queen, thank you very much, Queen."

On the bed sat the young criminal, Mr. Hill, with a red face and a trembling body.

"What's the matter, Maung Min? The master is not well. The bird is very sick, Maung Min."

U Tha Tsang folded his hands and bowed, saying:

"That's right, the wild boar is very evil, my lord. Even the poor, ordinary villagers who come and go are being tortured and killed by the wild boar, my queen."

"Brother, please convey my important matter to the messenger."

"That's right, Your Majesty, they are gathering to rebel against His Majesty the Great British Emperor."

"What did you say, brother?"

Mr. Hill jumped off the bed and stopped the car in front of U Tha Phae. "You're not crazy, brother," he said.

"I'm not crazy, Queen."

Mr. Hill, shivering with malaria, quickly went to his room and closed the door.

"Try applying again, please."

U Thaz Soe-tseng, without hesitation, revealed the news that the farmers were gathering to revolt, giving the exact location and name.

Mr. Hill's door swung open with a loud bang. "Inspector, go and get Mr. Dee W., sir, he said it's important," he ordered.

The blue one ran downstairs as the master wished. Mr. Hill took U Tha Phae's hand and led him out of the room and into the dining room.

"Sit down, Maung Tha Phae, thank you very much, Master."

With a sweet look on his face, he ordered the waiter to bring tea and cake. Mr. Hill continued to rub U Tha Phae's back with his large hand. He slowly licked the cake and lit his cigarette himself.

"Are you okay, sir?" Mr. Hill's face turned red when he heard that voice.

The speaker is the girl U Tha Phae saw earlier in the room.

"Darling, I can't do it, I'm sitting at the same table with a servant and talking." The girl came out of what was supposed to be the kitchen and slowly approached.

"Go, Ma Saw Hlaing. The master is ill and doesn't need you. When the master is well, I will send him what he said. Now go back."

“Are you being cruel, sir?” - “Go, Ma Saw Hlaing, sir is angry,” “Okay, sir.”

As U Tha Zan boldly looked around, a young Burmese woman named Ma Saw Hlaing followed him in, looking sad.

After a while, the blue one came back, exhausted. "Inspector Taw is on his way to King Rekin's village," he replied.

Yekin Mingyi Village is a village located 30 miles west of Zee Kone.

"Oh, Mr. Ray is not here anymore."

The young criminal lamented to himself and then continued his order, "Okay, young man, go get Maung Shwe Thaung. It's very important, so tell him to come as soon as possible."

U Shwe Thaung was the Burmese national inspector among the two inspectors under the Criminal Investigation Department.

Even though the inspector was the same, the criminal police officer did not want to treat the Burmese national inspector with any importance. Therefore, Mr. Dee W. Ray was called first, and Mr. Ray was not present, so U Shwe Thaung was brought in. Mr. Hill was waiting for his blues to return.

While waiting, he paced back and forth in the dining room. As he walked, he asked U Tha Phae everything he wanted to know. U Tha Phae was able to explain everything the young criminal officer asked in detail.

Soon, Mr. Hill saw Inspector U Shwe Thaung rushing towards him with his blue jacket, so Mr. Hill left U Tha Zan in the dining room and went outside.

"Sit down, Maung Shwe Thaung. Do you know that the British government is gathering people to rebel against you in the territory controlled by Maung Shwe Thaung and Kyat?"

"No, sir, that's impossible."

U Shwe Thaung stood up halfway from his chair and looked at Mr. Hill in shock.

"I don't know Maung Shwe Thaung, but I know everything. Do you know the monk Maung Shwe Thaung?"

"I know, U Thuriya."

"There are people gathering in that school to rebel, Maung Shwe Thaung. I am sick, so carry out whatever I order as soon as possible."

"Okay, sir," said U Shwe Thaung, taking out a book and pencil from his bag and getting ready to take notes.

"One letter to the Minister of Justice, one to the Minister of Justice, and one to the Minister of Justice. Ask for orders on what to do since people are gathering to rebel. I will sign this."

"Should I also inform Mr. Canty, sir?"

"I have to inform you, Maung Shwe Thaung, the owner of the railway station, is also an important person, isn't he?"

"That's right, sir."

"Ballingart must be moved to Zee Kone as soon as possible. And I have ordered all the chiefs in this region to take every penny of their tax money and go to the city by tonight."

"Would it be wrong, sir, if I were to ask them to bring their weapons with them?"

"That's good, Maung Shwe Thaung, make arrangements as soon as possible. I'm feeling cold." U Min, who was suspicious of U Tha Phae and was looking from side to side from the road, saw Mr. Hill's excitement and U Shwe Thaung's nervousness, and quickly returned to where Thaung and the others were waiting.

The confusion in and out of Mr. Hill's house was well-known to U Tha Zan as a sign of his good intentions.

Inspector U Shwe Maung, after receiving official orders from Mr. Hill, instructed his subordinates to proceed and took the two innocent civilians to a safe place.

Meet.

The two men are Nga Chit and Nga Htun. They earn their living by stealing and hiding, without any work experience, and are trained as police informants.

“You must go to Meringkai. Before you reach Meringkai, you can do as you please. However, when you reach Meringkai Monastery, you must hide and be stealthy. You must note what is being done, what is being said, and how many people are there. If possible, you must also note down the names of those who are there.”

When do you have to go, sir? If you do, go with Tun.

"Do you have to?"

Chit asked in a sleepy voice.

"Yes, I have to go now. If I encounter any accidents, one of you must come back to me."

“The teacher doesn't know what's there,” Chit Kabin said in a raspy voice.

"I'll find out when I get there. I'll warn you about one thing. I'll sleep somewhere and if I come back feeling better, hey, it's a prison cell."

"Teacher, please tell me. When have I ever lied to you?"

"Now let's go. We must go as quickly as possible and return as quickly as possible."

"Don't worry, teacher."

Nga Chit stood up with a smile, but Nga Tun just watched.

"What, do you want the betel nut medicine again? It's okay."

"U Shwe Maung took out a coin and put it in Nga Tun's hand. But before Nga Tun could grasp it, he took it back and put it in his bag.

"Not yet. You guys are the kind of people who will do anything to get money. And when you get money, you smoke opium every minute, so if you get this from me, you'll definitely run to the opium den." "I won't do it, sir."

"No, no, no. I'll give it back, now let's go."

Nga Tun stood up, his head bowed, his eyes wide. Nga Chit, who had seen the money but hadn't received it, was hesitant. However, when U Shwe Thaung shouted, "Hey, what are you guys doing? Let's go!", his eyes widened and he hurriedly left the place.