It's already dark, so oil lamps are lit in the hospital. It doesn't matter if the light is dim.
Yang Mingzhi had always felt that he was sleeping at home, so when he woke up, he shouted his wife's orders directly. Of course, these shouts were all in Chinese, and Yang Tao, who was squatting beside him and chatting with Natasha, heard them really well.
In response to his words, Yang Tao put his little mouth over and said in his ear: "Brother! What did you call me for?"
Yang Mingzhi was still a little confused and asked subconsciously: "What time is it now? Is it dinner time? Just tell them that the deputy division commander is not hungry! Don't worry about the food."
Yang Tao had a smile on her face. She looked at her husband who was as confused as a boy and simply giggled. She did not play with her anymore and pinched her husband's nose until Yang Mingzhi felt it was difficult to breathe.
Wake up.
When he opened his eyes, the sight before him was truly astonishing. He slowly sat up, rubbed his eyes and patted his face, clearly realizing that this was not home.
This is actually a hospital, and my wife and Natasha are here by some strange combination.
"Damn it! Abram didn't carry out my order. I should be lying at home at this moment!"
Yang Tao didn't know exactly what he had experienced at the drinking party. After hearing these words, he couldn't forget some of the past. Then he said: "Brother! You are drunk, it is better for you to lie in the hospital. Today I and I
Natasha is resting at our house, if you suddenly break in, both of us will suffer!"
These words were already very serious, and Natasha's expression suddenly changed. Her feelings for the chief were really ambiguous. If he was still single, there would be no problem for her to be her wife. But he was already a married man, even if he
My relationship with Besica was so good that I couldn't describe it in words. If I was really messed up by this drunk man, it was a matter of lifestyle, and the consequences would be disastrous.
Yang Mingzhi didn't think much about it. He held his head and felt really uncomfortable. He couldn't help complaining: "Oh! This drinking is really a mistake! Why do I have to drink it when I know this? This vodka is really good, isn't it?
Methanol got mixed in!”
"Brother! It's good that you know. It's half past six now!" Yang Tao pouted and said pretending to be unhappy.
"Oh! That's right! Isn't it already dark now?"
Because it was a private conversation, Yang Tao simply spoke in Chinese: "Yes! Brother, you men should really control your drinking quantity. Of course they won't pour you wine, but you shouldn't drink it yourself with a wine glass. Besides,
Oh! Drinking is such a waste! There are really big things going on these days!"
"Oh? Where did you hear that?! Our fertilizer plant uses peat, so the mass production of ammonia will be easy in the future?!" Yang Mingzhi asked with a grin.
Yang Tao was confused by these words, and she waved her hand: "Brother! You are such an idiot. Have you forgotten these days? I will read you two poems. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road are dying..."
"May I ask where is the restaurant where the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village?" Yang Mingzhi followed the words and even joked: "My dear, the lyrics have to be changed. Just call it the shepherd boy shaking his finger vodka."
"Brother! Are you an idiot? I'm not kidding you. According to our calendar, these days..."
Yang Mingzhi suddenly realized, and his cheerful face suddenly changed. His head hurt due to nervousness. Holding his head, Yang Mingzhi said in surprise: "Oh! How could I forget this! It's either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, or maybe today.
It’s Qingming Festival! How could I forget!”
"Yes!" Yang Tao continued: "If I marry you, I will become a member of your family. We have to burn paper for our ancestors!"
"Yes, there are also your dead parents and my dead father-in-law and mother-in-law. We really should also pay homage to them."
Yang Tao shook his head: "Brother, I am yours, and I am worshiping our ancestors. My parents-in-law have spirits under them, and I have to tell them that I am a good wife."
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When was the Tomb-Sweeping Day in 1942? Regardless of that year, this festival fell from the third to the fifth day of April. Maybe today is the Tomb-Sweeping Day! It’s always cloudy outside, and I’m afraid the rain will arrive soon.
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To be honest, what my wife said made me feel a little uncomfortable. She was the only one in her Yangtao family who was killed by the Japanese, wasn't she? On such a festival to honor ancestors, of course she was the one to pay homage to her family.
Yang Mingzhi quickly said: "Xiao Tao, I think the paper we produce here can be burned. You really reminded me that I really have to worship my ancestors, including you. Your parents are gone, and you are in a foreign country.
In a foreign land, burn some paper and kowtow to your parents towards the east. This is how you, as a daughter, fulfill your filial piety."
Yang Tao quickly waved his hand: "No, no! I am a woman. If I marry you, I will become a member of your family. Even if our surname is Yang, it will be different. My biological father and mother's biological son is gone, and my natal family has become extinct. I...
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"So you don't want to pay homage? Your little comrade's thoughts are very questionable." Yang Mingzhi's mind suddenly became confused, and his headache after drinking became more serious. Holding his head, he held it in for a while, and finally concluded it simply
She solemnly said in Russian: "Comrade Bessika Berekova, as your commander, I tell you that in the Soviet Union, the personalities of men and women are completely equal. We are getting married. My parents, your parents,
Your parents are also my parents! I order you! Follow my orders tomorrow! Just do whatever I tell you!"
What exactly did he want to do when he said these words? Yang Tao would understand after thinking about it for a moment. Her husband has never been a patriarchal person, and he has always said that he hopes to have children in the future. Yang Tao has heard many stories about husbands beating their wives, but his own
It is absolutely impossible for my husband to be like this. Even in the deep and dangerous battlefield, I am extremely happy to be able to cling to my husband's side!
In the traditional concept of Yang Tao, parents-in-law are more important than biological parents. Because the girl who gets married is a member of the family, even though they are all named Yang, one Yang is not the other Yang. The Qingming Festival must be performed by men of the family.
Women have to follow their husbands and fill in soil for their husband's ancestral graves and kowtow.
Could it be that in the husband's opinion, these traditions are just a bunch of "feudal dross"? Maybe these are just dross, and there is nothing wrong with a married woman obeying her husband's words. Since he regards his parents-in-law as his biological parents, why should he find trouble?
Customs can be changed. Just like when I and my husband celebrated Christmas in this distant Rakshasa country, didn’t I and my husband also go to celebrate? There was also the Army Day military parade in the Soviet Union, and I was also a participant.
Yang Tao nodded happily: "Brother, I understand, I will do as you say."
His wife's expression was a bit complicated. When Yang Mingzhi took a closer look, tears actually came out of the corners of her eyes.
In China in the next century, it has been widely accepted for women to burn paper money at the graves of their ancestors. Times will change, and women living in the old society will not always be oppressed. Even more than half of China in this era is still in the Middle Ages.
Times, changes must take place within ten years. Carambola just enjoyed the blessings of women earlier than her compatriots at home. After all, in the Soviet Union, discrimination against women violated the constitution.
After comforting his wife and Natasha, Yang Mingzhi really felt that it was pointless to stay in the hospital. He was not sick or in trouble, but he was drunk. Now that he had sobered up, he left immediately. The vacant window could still house the real needs.
Where are the wounded!
Look at the other guys lying on the bed, Yevlov and Yelentina, Lyudbarev and Sarinchkin. It is obvious that their drinking capacity is not good enough, and maybe they will have to sleep until tomorrow morning.
No matter, the day has passed anyway, and they are shouting that they will not make surprise attacks to hold any meetings.
It's Qingming Festival. It's either today or tomorrow. What better than staying quietly at home with my wife. Prepare some rough paper and cut it into square-hole Tongbao. Tomorrow, you and your wife will kneel down and kowtow to the east.
Burning all the paper money was enough to satisfy my thoughts.
April, it’s already April 1942. My wife’s real birthday is around this time. This girl who looks like a loli is really turning 18! rw