Yang Hongman, how could Liu Lang not remember this name deeply?
At that time of year, the old man would always get drunk, and the name he kept mumbling was always the name that had left him for more than 70 years.
That's grandma's name.
"Your name is Yang Hongman? But why do they all call you Yingzi? Also, isn't my surname Lang?" Liu Lang murmured.
"My nickname is Yingzi, but now that I have joined the revolution, shouldn't I have a more formal name? My grandfather killed someone to save me a few years ago, so he can still use his real name. My grandfather
As I said, Yang was bullied by the landlord Lao Cai, so his pseudonym should be Wolf. Why, is there any problem?" The girl with big braids was surprised why Liu Lang was so interested in her name.
"No more." Liu Lang looked steadily at the young grandma with a heroic face, forcing himself to suppress his inner excitement and stay calm.
He finally understood why he had such a good impression of her that he was not upset even if she spanked her with a tree branch. It turned out that it was to make up for the regret that he and her were unable to communicate in the past.
Thanks to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, I have been able to return to this era. It is great to be able to see her.
The old man and dad are right, grandma is very beautiful.
"How about my name? Let me tell you, I came up with it myself, without asking for help from those scholars." The girl with the big braids felt slightly proud, "Fat man, if you could know why I chose this name,
I'll get you another piece of bacon tomorrow."
Liu Lang couldn't help but feel a sore nose. How could he not know this allusion he had heard since he was a child? His grandmother was born in a poor family and had never been to school since she was a child, but she just remembered what Taizu wrote two years ago.
of a poem.
"Ten thousand trees were frosted and the sky was red, and the heavenly soldiers were angry in the sky. The fog filled Longgang and thousands of mountains were dark. They shouted in unison, and Zhang Huizan was captured at the front. Two hundred thousand troops re-entered Jiangxi, and the wind and smoke rolled into the sky. Millions of workers and peasants were awakened.
, Working together, there will be no chaos of red flags at the foot of the mountain." Liu Lang took a breath and slowly read out a poem written by Taizu during the second counter-encirclement and suppression campaign in 1931.
Grandma's name was taken from the two words in the first sentence. But when she was learning to write her own name, she always couldn't order three-point water. So, she got angry and stopped ordering three-point water, and she changed from "man" to "man".
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The young grandma looked at Liu Lang with a ghostly look on her face. How could he know the leader's poem? You know, even in the Red Third Group, she was one of the few people who could memorize the entire poem word for word.
How could the people who came down, Liu Lang, who lived in the White Area, know?
"Your chief is a man of great talent and strategy. His reputation in China is greater than you think. Although the poems he wrote are banned there, I read them by chance.
." Liu Lang saw that the younger version of his grandma was beginning to have doubts again, so he could only give an explanation.
"Really? I think so too. I think what the chief said is very reasonable, otherwise I wouldn't have come up with this name from this poem." The doubt on the girl's face disappeared and she was happy.
said.
This is the role of idols! Praising an idol is far more useful than praising a fan. Liu Lang shook his head with a wry smile.
"Yes, a single spark can start a prairie fire. I am very optimistic about the future of your party, so I am here."
Obviously, praising the idol and her political party made the younger version of grandma very happy, and her eyes looked at Liu Lang much softer.
"Can you tell me how you and Liu Yaozu met? How come I heard you call him brother, and he was still not happy. Why did you insist on calling him comrade?" Liu Lang saw that the atmosphere was very good, and he hurriedly inquired a little deeper.
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Perhaps because he was afraid of being hurt, the old man had never told Liu Lang about what happened when they were young, which made Liu Lang very curious.
If the girl with the big braids was not his grandmother, Liu Lang would think it was normal to see the scene where the flowers were falling and the flowers were deliberately flowing and ruthless. But the problem now is that the younger version of her grandmother was standing in front of him, and the one she saw today was
The rather arrogant young version of Grandpa is still playing tricks, but don’t let Grandma run away.
Liu Lang knew that although his time travel would not hinder the general trend of history, some details had changed after all, and it was not impossible for the old man to become a bachelor. So who was the grandson of the little Liu Lang who would definitely be born in the future?
Liu Lang's head hurt when he thought of this complicated ethical relationship, but don't let his future self get lost.
"Why are you talking about him? Don't talk about it. Why do you, a businessman, care so much about these things?" The young grandma was obviously very unhappy when she heard this, and her eyes became wary again, "I just see you being bored by yourself.
Let’s chat with you! Don’t think too much.”
"Ouch, I said eldest sister, no, can I call you grandma? You are so ready to take out a gun and kill people, even if you give me ten courages, I wouldn't dare!" Liu Lang was so wary of the younger version of his grandma.
He almost collapsed and said pitifully with a grimace.
"Gee, I can't afford to raise a fat grandson like you who loves meat." The young grandma was amused by Liu Lang's aggrieved look.
After all, she is still an eighteen-year-old girl. The girl with big braids is full of childlike innocence under the happiness, "Come on, dear grandson, if you have the ability, call grandma, and I will get you a boiled egg to eat."
"Grandma, I want to eat eggs." Liu Lang said directly without hesitation.
For as long as he can remember, Liu Lang, the only male member of the Liu family, has been receiving training in Bajiquan and military training. As a young man, what he envied most was that other people’s children had grandmothers. He dreamed of being a black-faced father and asking him to
When she was spitting and even her mother didn't dare to say a word, the kind woman with silver hair would stand up and act as a protector.
But he didn't. When he was young, he called grandma countless times in his dreams. Today, he finally realized it, even if the younger version of grandma just meant it as a joke.
"You are really thick-skinned, just for an egg..." The young grandma's face turned red at Liu Lang's "shamelessness".
"But, I really want to eat eggs." Liu Lang couldn't help but feel a sore nose, and tears appeared in his eyes.
I silently added in my mind, I really want to eat eggs cooked by my grandma! I have never eaten them in my life.
"Hey, no wonder I grew up like this. Don't cry! I'll get one for you secretly. Remember not to let others know. This is against discipline." The look in the poor fat man's eyes as he begged for food made him feel guilty.
The soft young version of grandma said softly.
Maybe she didn't even know why she was willing to violate discipline and give eggs to a "landlord with local wealth", just because she looked pitiful to him?
The bloodline may not be there, but the hint of providence in the dark is difficult to explain clearly. Most people can only use the word fate to explain it.
Liu Lang ate the most tasteless boiled egg in his life, but he was happier than ever.
That night, he also slept extremely soundly. He even slept with half his eyes open, and he had never snored. He actually snored the whole night.
The loud snoring made the six Red Army soldiers who took turns standing guard in front of his door feel depressed the next day. The effect was no less than on a battlefield under heavy artillery fire!