Ever since Chu Heng left, the third uncle and grandpa began to pace anxiously in place, his old face filled with fear for the uncertain tomorrow.
In order to borrow food, he had shamelessly visited many relatives' houses these days, which made him look bad, but in the end he still didn't borrow much food.
The Chu family was his last hope. If they couldn't borrow food here, several of their large family would probably starve to death!
When Chu Heng came back from the back room, the old man hurried forward, grabbed his arm nervously, and asked hopefully: "What did your second uncle say?"
"My second uncle knows you." Chu Heng said with a smile.
"That's good, that's good!" The old man finally relaxed after mentioning it. Since Chu Jianshe said he knew him, it meant that he recognized him as a poor relative and had a high chance of borrowing food. After all, they
People in the city are more affluent than those in the countryside, so they can give more or less due to past sentiments.
At this time, Chu Heng noticed that his body was shaking a little and his lips were turning white due to the cold. He quickly stepped forward to support him: "Grandpa, third uncle, it's too cold in the outer room. Let's go into the inner room to warm up by the fire."
"Okay." The old man felt relieved when he saw his grandson being so enthusiastic towards him, and limped into the back room with his help.
When he came to the small kitchen, Chu Heng quickly moved a small stool and placed it next to the coal stove for the old man to sit down. Then he squatted down and lifted up the old man's frostbitten soles to look at them for a few times before getting up with a frown.
He said: "You sit down and warm yourself by the fire first. I have some things to do here and I will finish it. We will go to my house later."
"You go about your business and don't worry about me." The old man said quickly.
"Then I'll get busy first."
Chu Heng turned around and walked out of the small kitchen, returned to the front room, and waved to Guo Xia who was cleaning: "Come here."
Guo Xia quickly put down the broom in his hand and trotted up to him: "Brother, what's wrong?"
"You ride my car to the trust store to buy an old cotton coat and a pair of 43 cotton shoes. Go and come back quickly." Chu Heng handed him his car key and five yuan.
In fact, he can afford to give him new clothes, but that's not the case. Many city people can't afford new clothes these days, but here he is buying new clothes for a poor relative from the countryside. You let others
how to think?
Besides, for today's rural people, it doesn't matter whether it's old or new, as long as they wear warm clothes, long live them!
"Hey." Guo Xia took the things and ran out of the shop quickly.
After Chu Heng watched him leave, he came to Miss Ni, who was looking at him with concern, and said with a wry smile: "You saw it too, we won't be able to eat this meal tonight, we will get off work later.
If so, you should go back early."
"It's not necessary to eat this meal." The girl smiled softly and said indifferently: "A relative of yours is here to borrow food, right? I still have some corn noodles at home, I will bring them to you tomorrow."
"No need, our family lacks everything except food."
Chu Heng shook his head angrily and stretched out his hand to the girl: "Give me your car keys and I'll go buy something."
The girl quickly took her bag and took out the car keys and gave them to him. At the same time, she handed the scarf she had just knitted to him and smiled sweetly: "Take this with you."
"How come it's ready so quickly!" Chu Heng, who knew the speed of the girl's knitting, was a little surprised and took it, hung it around his neck and tried it. He felt it was quite warm, so he walked out of the shop wearing the scarf.
Before leaving, this guy secretly grabbed a handful of the girl's fruit stand while everyone was cleaning up and not paying attention to them.
"You, you, you..." Ni Yinghong was ashamed and angry. She gritted her teeth and stamped her feet several times, but she was helpless.
This dead man!
Chu Heng left the grain store and went to a nearby small clinic. He spent 2 cents to buy some frostbite medicine, and spent another 12 cents to buy four sesame seed cakes from a state-owned restaurant, intending to give the old man a cushion first.
Judging from the situation of the third uncle and grandpa, he probably hasn't had enough water and rice to hit his teeth all day long. We can't just let him wait on an empty stomach for the meal at Chu Jianshe's house in the evening, right?
When he returned to the grain store, it was almost time for him to get off work. He went to the small kitchen and gave the sesame cakes to the old man and poured him a glass of water. Chu Heng went back to the office to do the final handover work.
In the small kitchen, the third uncle and grandpa looked down at the fragrant sesame sesame cakes in his hands, and couldn't stop drooling from his mouth.
When he came out this morning, he brought half a stick noodle pancake with him, but he ran out of food on the way and was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
The old man hesitantly stretched out his rough palm to pick up a piece of sesame cake, carefully broke off half a piece from it, and swallowed it in two mouthfuls. Because he ate in such a hurry, he choked and drank several sips of water.
Go down.
At the end, the old man smacked his lips with unfinished content, and carefully wrapped the remaining sesame seed cakes and stuffed them into his clothes.
Such delicious food, I have to take it back to my wife to try.
Chu Heng quickly finished his work. When he came to the small kitchen carrying the food for the deaf old lady, he saw his third uncle and grandpa sitting on a stool and nodding his head, looking drowsy.
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He quickly stepped forward to support the old man and woke him up: "Don't sleep here, what will happen if it breaks."
The old man shook his head, exhaled a little tiredly, beat his legs and sighed: "I'm really old. I remember when I was killing Japanese soldiers, and I was still alive after traveling for two days and one night."
"Have you ever killed a Japanese?"
Chu Heng suddenly became interested, thinking that Guo Xia wouldn't be back for a while, so he took a piece of wood and put it under his buttocks, and started talking to the old man: "Tell me what the Japanese were like back then."
"Just a bunch of beasts!"
The old man's eyes turned red when he mentioned this, and even his breathing became heavy involuntarily. He gritted his back molars and said bitterly: "I have seen it with my own eyes. They herded a group of common people together and stabbed them with knives.
They killed each other indiscriminately, and even competed with each other to see who could kill more, even children as young as three or two years old were not spared. I also joined the Eighth Route Army after that."
He talked a lot, from the Panjiayu massacre to the Pingyang massacre, and when he finally talked about the Panjiadaizhuang massacre, his eyes filled with anger and tears!
Listening to the history of blood and tears described by this person who had personally experienced it, Chu Heng was also filled with rage. He only wished he had not traveled through decades earlier and killed a few beasts with his own hands!
At this moment, he really couldn't figure out why there would be some fools in future generations who would spend all their time shouting to forgive those criminals, and some would even post the kind of ugly slogans that made the martyrs sad and shamed the ancestors.
Did your head fall through the back door when you were born?
When the grandfather and grandson were scolding the beasts in full enthusiasm, Guo Xia, who had gone out to buy clothes, finally came back. He brought back a lot of cotton-padded jackets and trousers. Although they were all old, they were all washed very clean and very good.
It's thick and much better than the clothes that my third uncle and grandpa wore that were airy.
