Chapter 543 The dusty time, the unconcealed hero

Author: Half of the west wind and half of the sand

Chapter 543 The dusty time, the unconcealed hero

"Hmm? What's going on, village chief?"

The child rarely lies, so Ji Donglai just hugged the little guy in the car, and the village chief grinned.

"His family was the Fengtian army who fled into the pass that year. Those who did not resist were not counted as the village said so!"

"Yes, their family is embarrassing, it's not counted!"

"Yes, the teacher said that they would not resist, and they would be embarrassed..."

The adults didn't say anything, and the children spoke. Ji Donglai couldn't help but be stunned. The little boy's lips were biting tightly, and tears were lying in his eyes.

"My grandfather participated in the Great Wall War and fought against Russians before that, why are they not a hero of the War of Resistance? Their family carried stretchers, and they were still heroes who had never shot guns. Their family dug trenches and had never touched guns. Their family was a singer who sang music in the army, and they were also considered heroes of the War of Resistance?"

"Have you killed the Japanese? Why are you all counting? Our family has killed the Japanese? It's not fair..."

Tears fell down, and the little boy's fist was clenched tightly. The village chief there didn't dare to look at the little boy at this time. Ji Donglai took all this into consideration.

A group of little guys were still arguing, and the little boy stood in the car and was almost whispering to the crowd. Ji Donglai waved his hand, and the group of children stopped arguing.

"Principal Han, you are a teacher. Do you think this counts?"

Ji Dong looked back and looked at the school principal. The other party was sweating all over the body when transporting the supplies.

"If I have the final say, this village is basically a military household. This is the same as the relationship between having a disability certificate and not having a disability certificate. If you lack one leg and don't have a disability certificate, you will be considered a disabled person. But the food is yours, and you have the calculation."

After wiping the sweat from his head, Principal Han wiped the tears from the little boy's face, and the village chief hit his cigarette pipe.

"It's up to me to say it, but we don't dare to say anything without any explanation. Principal Han is an intellectual, and we believe in you. From now on, our village cannot say that the old Wang family was not from the War of Resistance. No matter who says anything, we must have a scale in our hearts."

"Where, Lao Wang is in the village head. Teacher Han, please take Mr. Ji here. Forget it, we are cadres. You young students will accumulate some virtue in the future. Do you dare to say this? Will you know if you don't let school go?"

Ji Donglai is a real person to do practical things for the village. The village chief is not easy to refute his face, but he really speaks justice to Wang Guangzhi's family, and the other party dares not.

In this way, Teacher Han took Ji Donglai and the convoy brought the last little supplies into the relatively dilapidated small yard in the village under the guidance of the little boy.

The traditional green and green brick building is built on the yard, which shows that the owner is very clean.

The fence of the fence yard is already crooked and supported by sticks, so it is possible to fall into it at any time.

The wooden door is not painted and the surface is decayed and black. Unlike many families, the elderly use the traditional door shaft structure rather than the hinge.

The tomatoes in the small garden in the yard are very beautiful, with cucumbers hanging on the branches, and along the wall are a row of fruit trees. Now the fruits have bent the branches.

The design of the owner's house in the wing room can be seen that the house is very traditional. The ear room on the left is a cowshed, and there are no livestock at this time, and a group of chickens are napping on it.

"Grandpa, the eldest brother is here to see you. He said you are also a hero of the Anti-Japanese War..."

Before Ji Donglai got off the car, the little boy was the first to jump out of the car and ran wildly into the yard.

"Zhiqiang, run slowly and don't fall down. What heroes are not heroes? Don't quarrel with others. You kid are disobedient."

With his face tilted, Wang Guangzhi stumbled over to face the little boy, and Wang Guangzhi's wife stuck her head out in the door behind her.

"Zhiqiang, bring the guests into the yard, and the visitors are guests. Yesterday I said that you brought people, don't run so fast."

He reached out to touch Wang Zhiqiang's head. The old lady was very spoiled, almost the same as the old man. The other party also turned his head sideways. Ji Donglai asked his subordinates to lift the things in the car down.

There was a small table at the door, with a plate of scrambled eggs on it, two side dishes in the garden, and a pot of wine.

"Mr. Ji, there is nothing to entertain at home. I heard from Zhiqiang that you helped our village to build roads, build houses, and build electric lights in the village. We thank you. Sit down, we thank you on behalf of the old brother."

Wang Guangzhi blurred the outline of Ji Donglai. Ji Donglai hurriedly reached out and held it with the other party. After looking closely, he found that the old man's eyes were completely turbid, and the joints of his hands were swollen very much.

The old lady's eyes had a white spot the size of a red bean on it.

"Uncle, what's wrong with your eyes? That's the same with the aunt. Can I get surgery?"

Although Wang Guangzhi was already hunched, judging from his body shape, the other party was at least 1.9 meters tall when he was young, and he was very burly.

"It's not a big deal. I'm 97 years old this year and I won't live for a few days. I may not be able to see my old comrades in a few years. The child's grandmother is now 85 years old and she is still old. She may not be able to get off after she goes to the operating table."

"This is fate. I won't fight against fate anymore. Mr. Ji, please sit. You are a good person in our Guandong. You are a good person. You can build bridges and roads to benefit the people. According to the old rules, you must establish a monument of merit for you. I am old and can't move anymore and can't carry stones anymore. Forgive me, our descendants will remember it."

"I didn't make anything delicious. You eat eggs. This is the wine we brew at home. Drinking some is also a little bit of our locals. People are so mean. I am old and all the young people in the village go out to work. The rest of the people can't be done. Please forgive me..."

Wang Guangzhi spoke very politely, and the little boy looked at the eggs on the table and spitted.

Ji Donglai didn't want to eat it, but Wang Guang couldn't resist it when he held his hand.

"Teacher Han, you can sit down too, the uncle is so enthusiastic..."

He asked his group of people to go back first, but Ji Donglai and Teacher Han couldn't sit down, and Wang Guangzhi sat down.

The stupid eggs I raised at home were just fried with simple salt. They tasted very good. The rice grains were not big, but the taste was really good. Ji Donglai and Teacher Han ate two bowls of rice together.

As for eggs, Ji Donglai gave them to Wang Zhiqiang. It can be seen that the little guy doesn’t often make fried eggs at home, and the little guy eats them so delicious.

"Uncle, I heard you have participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan? Let me tell us. There are fewer and fewer veterans like you. All those who stay are our national treasures. If we catch up, you will be reluctant to tell us about the things that happened back then. I'm going back soon..."

Before his subordinates came back, Ji Donglai had nothing to do, so he had sex with Wang Guangzhi. The other party didn't want to recall what happened back then at first.

(End of this chapter)
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