I have to admit that I didn't expect that I would face this before... Otherwise, I think I would choose to find an excuse to refuse when the instructor taught me this task.
This is not to say disrespect for the martyrs, but I would rather face a battle than to tell their family members cruelly again and again like now... Your son died or your husband will never come back again...
Here comes.
The reactions of the martyrs' families are also strange, some are sad and painful, some are silent, and some are grateful to us... But no matter what the reaction is, it is a heavy burden for us, and we always feel that we owe them something.
It seems that sometimes even the envelope that pretends to be a pitiful 500 yuan will get hot, and it feels like it is not easy to take action.
Perhaps, five hundred yuan is not a small amount for this era, because when I was in a tunnel, I heard some domestic situations from the radio... A rural average annual income reaches 150 yuan.
Promotion on the radio.
In other words, the average annual income in rural areas is only 150 yuan, which means that the income per month is only 100 yuan...
If you count this way, that 500 yuan is indeed a lot, but you should know that a pack of Dazhongjiu with a mouth costs one yuan and two yuan, and a month's salary is only ten packs of cigarettes... What can you buy for this 500 yuan?
What's more, what price is for a life? How much is a blood value? Can five hundred yuan guarantee the future life of these military families?
The wind brought by the jeep sounded in my ears, and I still remember the other village I just left... This time we met a wife, a wife who just knew she had lost her husband, and a child
A wife who is more than six months old.
In short, when the husband goes to the front line to fight, it is almost the time when the child is born. So... the husband will never have the chance to meet the newborn child.
This wife was brave and strong... She didn't cry when she knew her husband had died, and even enthusiastically brought us tea and invited us to have lunch at her house...
It is difficult to refuse the relationship, so we can't refuse it. So we helped her arrange it together.
But what we don't know is... She kept us for a meal with a purpose.
She took advantage of the time when we were burning fire and washing vegetables, and found a pen and a few pieces of paper from somewhere and said to me: "Comrade of the People's Liberation Army! The child has never seen his father since he was a child, and the baby is his
Flesh, I don’t want my child to grow up and I don’t know what kind of person his father is… I am a country man, I don’t know a few words. I don’t have a good memory, and I’m afraid that I will not know how to tell the baby when I grow up! Comrade… Please help
Help, write down his father's affairs, and wait until the baby grows up... I asked him to read and let him read... After he read what you wrote, the child will know what kind of person his father is!"
I couldn't help but be stunned. I didn't know what to do for a moment...
"Sister-in-law!" Zhang Fan took the paper and pen from her and said, "I'll write!"
"Hey!" Her eyes were filled with joy: "Thank you, this lesbian!"
So under her expectant eyes, Zhang Fan filled the paper word by word, writing it while crying... I don't know what Zhang Fan wrote, but I know, no matter what he wrote
...This martyr deserves this honor. His children undoubtedly have a father who can make him proud and a mother who is worthy of pride.
Now, there is finally the last envelope left in my wallet, which means that we will complete the task after we send the last one. At this moment, I suddenly felt relieved... I finally ended up!
With a squeak, the jeep stopped in front of a row of old wooden houses. I asked an old farmer who was squatting on a stone and smoking silently: "My fellow villager, do you know where Chen Qingji lives in?
?”
The old farmer raised his wrinkled face and raised his head at me: "What are you looking for him?"
"We... are Chen Qingxiang's comrades..."
The old farmer was silent. After a long time, he nodded slightly and replied: "I am!"
"Hello uncle!" Zhang Fan and others hurried out of the car.
The old farmer asked first without waiting for us to speak: "Is Xiangzi sacrificed?"
"Uh..." I couldn't help but be surprised. This was the first time I could have encountered such a calm relationship as an old farmer.
"Yes!" I said: "Comrade Chen Qingxiang... died in the battle to attack the old street!"
"Yeah!" The old farmer was silent again. No one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he said, "I understand!"
Then he placed the dry tobacco on the stone next to him and knocked it, shook his clothes on his shoulders and turned around and was about to enter the house.
"Uncle!" I hurriedly chased after me and handed over the last bag of envelopes: "This is... a pension!"
The old farmer hesitated for a moment, turned around and took the envelope, opened it and looked. He couldn't help but sigh.
"Uncle...what is there any difficulty...can we help?"
The old farmer looked at me, then looked at the jeep behind me... and said, "Comrade, can you take me to the county town?"
"Of course!" Not to mention that it is only half an hour to go to the county town, we are also going back to the base, and it is also a way to go to the county town.
So several people climbed onto the jeep and quickly drove towards the county town along the uneven road. At this time, Zhang Fan asked loudly: "Uncle, are you doing something to go to the county town?"
"Well! It's time to feed the corn in the fields!"
"Oh!" Zhang Fan said suddenly: "You are going to the county town to buy fertilizers! Then we will transport them back for you later..."
"No!" The old farmer's answer was very simple: "I'm going to buy cigarettes and wine!"
"Uncle..." Zhang Fan asked in confusion: "The corn needs to be fed, why are you going to the county town to buy cigarettes and alcohol?"
"The fertilizer is in the village, and the village chief will not approve it!"
"this……"
So we quickly realized that the old farmer went to the county town to buy cigarettes and alcohol to go to the back door, just to buy fertilizers... and he used his son's pension!
"Stop!" I ordered.
The jeep stopped with a squeak, and I asked, "If you want to approve this fertilizer, the village cadres will buy it?"
"Of course!" Zhang Fan nodded in disbelief: "You... don't know?"
Seeing other people also cast doubtful eyes at me, I realized that I had become an alien again... I seemed to have heard from the old man about this matter, saying that the materials of this era were severely lacking, and many things were often
Even if you have money, you can't buy it. For example, wood, fertilizer, etc., you have to ask cadres to criticize them... So the power in the hands of cadres has increased, and some cadres rely on this to secretly "create income".
"Go back to the village!" I only said two words.
"Yes!" Xiao Li responded and began to turn around.
"What are you doing?" the old farmer couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Are you going to the county town?"
"Uncle!" I said with a very ugly expression: "You don't need to buy the cigarettes and alcohol. This money is your son's pension. Keep it well and use it when it should be used! Let's solve the problem of fertilizer!"
The old farmer looked at the envelope in his hand and couldn't help but sigh... Then he quickly raised his head and said anxiously: "Comrade! Don't make things difficult for me, I know you are a strong dragon... But they are local snakes, I want it.
Living in this village!”
"Don't worry! Uncle..." I said, "We will make this happen!"
Zhang Fan secretly pulled the corner of my clothes beside him and whispered: "Don't make mistakes!"
But how could I hear this? At this moment, I felt breathless and there was nowhere to say... My soldiers were holding their heads on the front line and fighting against the Vietnamese devils. They became martyrs. My father was still at home.
I will be bullied by these ** people, and even have to pay a share of the pension... How can I swallow this tone!
With the guidance of the old farmer, we quickly found the village chief's house... It's so grand, it's the only brick house in the village. It seems that the village chief has been working for a while.
I didn't say much, and I kicked hard according to the wooden door... I heard the sound of "collapse" and the wooden door was kicked open, and a few people broke in without saying a word...
There were four people playing mahjong inside, and they were all stunned when they saw this.
"Who is the village chief?" I said.
No one dared to speak, but the irrelevant people soon walked out of my sight very consciously, leaving only a middle-aged man wearing a military cap and a uniform... These days, those who wear military uniforms are not necessarily soldiers, but in this era
People are born with a little bit of admiration for soldiers, so wearing military uniforms is popular. If a young man can get a military uniform and put it on his body... then when he goes out, he will attract envious eyes from the surroundings.
"Comrade!" The village chief stood up and said with a pity, "I am the village chief... I have something to say..."
With a "collapse", before he could say that the entire mahjong table was covered with him, I was about to rush up and vent my feelings happily, but the driver Xiao Li took the lead...
In fact, it was not Xiao Li who took the lead, but I was stopped by the guards... and Xiao Li rushed up and punched him, making the village chief curled up on the ground and begged for mercy.
"Battery Commander!" the guard advised: "Don't calm down... If you make a mistake, then the problem will be big. Let's do this!"
I couldn't help but feel angry and funny when I heard this... The guard and the driver seemed to have agreed to each other, one stopped someone and the other went forward to beat someone.
After a while, I saw that it was almost done, so I signaled Xiao Li to stop, then grabbed the village chief from the ground and asked, "Has Chen Qingji's fertilizer been waived?"
“Accuse…………”
"Is this gift enough?"
"Enough, enough..."
"I can tell you!" I stared into the village chief's eyes fiercely and said, "Chen Qingji's son is our comrades-in-arms. We have all fought on the battlefield, and we have killed more Japanese soldiers than you have crossed...
If Chen Qingji is dissatisfied with anything in the future, even the King of Heaven will not be able to save you!"
“Yes, yes…”
Actually, I don’t want to show off the murder, but if I don’t do this... it seems that I can’t relieve the worries of the old farmer, so I will do this for now! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start a new place.
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