By the end of May, the rain in Rongcheng became very light, and the water slowly receded.
But elsewhere, bad news came.
The incident occurred not far from Rongcheng, in a neighboring province. Disaster relief supplies from various places needed to be sent to the disaster-stricken areas. Lu Shengming called Zhao Yong in the middle of the night. The post office wanted to requisition their fleet to deliver supplies to the disaster-stricken areas.
Zhao Yong got up in the middle of the night and set off with his convoy without even having time to prepare anything.
Li Manjun waited anxiously at home, with the TV news broadcast all the time, always paying attention to the trends in the disaster area.
Yao Zhaowen called and said, "Boss, the higher ups are organizing donations. How much will our company donate?"
Zhao Yong had just received a donation call the day before. Small companies and enterprises all have quotas.
Junda donated 20,000 yuan, and Li Manjun had already prepared 10,000 yuan for Yao Zhaowen to donate in the name of the company.
I also donated 500 yuan in my own name.
In the street, Granny Qiao and community staff are also organizing residents to donate money to assist people in the disaster area. Li Manjun donated the 500 yuan to the community.
Adults and children came to donate money. Wu Guo broke open his piggy bank and donated a total of 25 yuan and 80 cents to the disaster area.
The community gave him a small red flower, and at the community donation event organized, Wu Guo was specially mentioned and praised, hoping that everyone could learn from him.
As soon as the two sons of the Sun family saw Wu Guo's little red flower, they immediately went home, took out their pocket money, and donated all of it.
I heard that there are charity performances by celebrities in various places, and all the proceeds from the performances are donated to the disaster areas free of charge. People across the country are working hard for this disaster relief.
Zhao Yong had been gone for half a month. During this period, he occasionally called home, only to report that he was safe, but he hung up soon after.
Later, Li Manjun saw photos of Junda Freight in Rongcheng Daily.
In the photo, Xiaoguan, Liu Chao, Jiang Yu and others were standing together with the people's soldiers, all with gray faces, but their eyes were astonishingly bright.
Zhao Yong, standing behind the crowd, was unloading packages from the truck and was not looking at the camera.
The banner of Junda Freight was erected on the roof of the truck. A reporter from Rongcheng Daily reported their deeds, praised them, and called on other people in society to actively participate in the rescue.
In the same report, there was a photo of Mr. Qiu and Lu Shengming standing together and shaking hands. The title was "Post Office leaders thank the construction businessmen for their free donations."
Li Manjun was still shocked when the phone rang.
It was Wen Yufeng. She said in surprise: "Manjun, have you read the newspaper? Today's Rongcheng Daily, Lao Qiu and your Zhao Yong's company were both in the newspaper!"
"Lao Qiu is amazing. He usually seems stingy, but I didn't expect him to be quite patriotic."
Li Manjun said that she had seen it. Wen Yufeng asked her whether it was glorious or not. Li Manjun couldn't laugh or cry, "It's all for the people in the disaster area."
"Yes, I hope everyone will get better soon." Wen Yufeng sighed.
Li Manjun also sincerely hoped that this disaster would pass quickly, and chatted with Wen Yufeng some gossip about Mrs. Lin's family before hanging up the phone.
When Zhao Yong came back, June had almost passed.
He was dark and thin. As soon as he entered the house, he lay down on the bed and slept all day. When he got up, he shouted that he wanted to eat the noodles made by his wife.
He was sober and knew that Li Manjun couldn't prepare other meals, so he only asked for noodles.
Li Manjun felt sorry for him after working so hard for so long, so he opened the fire and served him a bowl of vegetable noodle soup with two fried eggs.
Zhao Yong ate it all in one breath, drank all the soup, and slumped on the sofa with long arms and legs, saying with unfinished content: "It's so delicious!"
Li Manjun took out the copy of Rongcheng Daily and asked him what the photo on it was about.
"Huh? Is it published now? They are quite fast. I thought it would take me several months to write the manuscript." Zhao Yong took the newspaper in his hand, admired it, and then pointed at the picture of Mr. Qiu and Lu Shengming, and said funny
: "Pose for a photo."
It’s not like reporters and media have nothing to do but just eat and have nothing to do. There are plenty of deeds that they could report or not write about, but they report on them anyway.
Li Manjun raised her eyebrows. No wonder when she first saw this photo, she always felt that the movements of Xiaoguan and others were a bit unnatural.
Zhao Yong read the entire report seriously, and finally pointed proudly at the banner of Junda Freight and asked Li Manjun: "Is it conspicuous?"
Li Manjun nodded, "This advertisement is very good."
Zhao Yong chuckled, and Li Manjun rolled his eyes at him, "Hey."
"Are you tired?" She couldn't help but feel sorry for this fool, so she sat next to him and rubbed his shoulders.
Of course Zhao Yong said he was tired, so that his wife would feel sorry for him.
With a grimace on his face, he talked about what happened in the disaster area. The truck kept stopping every day, and the two of them took turns driving, transporting supplies to the disaster-stricken areas. In some places, the landslides were so severe that the vehicles could not drive through, so they organized
People come and move.
Those people's soldiers worked the hardest. They were all younger than him and were not afraid of hardship or fatigue. Their convoy stopped to rest, but they still stayed at their posts.
"Jiang Yu is very emotional. Seeing these young men doing dirty work without saying a word, he secretly wiped away tears several times."
In fact, he secretly wiped away his tears, but how could he tell his wife such a thing that was detrimental to his manliness?
"I've never cried. If you want to cry, just hold it in. As a man, you don't shed tears easily." Zhao Yong said haha.
"By the way, there is Mr. Qiu. I said that a noble person like him is not suitable to go to the disaster area, but he had to go there because of his reputation. When he got there, he found that he had to live in a tent without a bed.
I fell asleep, couldn't eat well, and couldn't drink hot water, so I regretted it." Qian Qianqiannu.
"Didn't you see his expression at that time? What kind of test was he?"
Li Manjun reminded: "It's like mourning your heir."
"Yes, that's what it means. As soon as the supplies are delivered and the photos are taken, they leave immediately."
Qiu Zong ran away. He could not walk yet. Lu Shengming was still there. He and his brothers really wanted to help more, so they stayed until the end.
"I think Lu Shengming is a good person." Zhao Yong concluded.
Li Manjun thought that he could always stick to the front line and nodded, "He is indeed a good leader."
She suddenly fell silent, and the hand massaging her shoulders stopped. Zhao Yong turned around suspiciously and saw that she was hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong? Stop pressing when your hands are tired. I'm not tired anymore after a good sleep." He thought she was tired from massaging him.
Li Manjun shook his head and said in a daze: "I should have had my period these days, but I haven't."
And last month, he didn’t come either.
There seems to be a little bit of redness, but it disappears later.
