Linghai Funeral Home has several mourning halls, and Xiaoyu’s family booked the largest one.

Xu Mingyuan, Ma Jintao, Zhang Erxiao and others, with the help of the funeral home staff, hung up the portrait of Lao Qian, placed a circle of flowers next to the body, and sent each unit to the wreaths to arrange them. The memorial service and farewell ceremony officially began.

Li Weiguo is not as talented as Wu Guoqun, but he is also a literary lover and likes to write poetry.

Although he was in a hurry today, he still prepared a limerick. Holding the manuscript he wrote at Xiaoyu's house, he choked and read: "It's the time when the whole country is celebrating the Olympics. When I heard the bad news, I was blessed to bid farewell to the sun. The mountains and rivers bowed their heads and the stars were dim."

.Looking back on the blessings of youth and prosperity, he devoted his life to fighting the U.S. and aiding Korea, bravely killed the enemy and defended his country. He was discharged from the army and returned to the fields to build his hometown. He lived a life of kindness, hard work and simplicity.

Build a family and build a career without hesitation, stay united and harmonious, show filial piety, help people in need, and help each other with all their money. Treat people with sincerity without paying any attention to words, work hard and be praised by everyone, raise a daughter, train a son-in-law, and teach grandchildren well... It’s hard to express my sorrow in words, but I only hope that everything goes well in heaven.

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This limerick is not neat, but it encompasses Lao Qian's life.

Just when everyone was sighing, Zhang Junyan, who presided over the farewell ceremony, choked up and said: "Thank you Mr. Li for your evaluation of Comrade Qian Youfu. Leaders, relatives and friends, next I would like to invite Comrade Han Yu, director of the Donghai Maritime Public Security Bureau, to give a eulogy."

Han Yu calmed down, took out the eulogy written by Professor Li and walked to the podium to the left of the portrait. After thinking about it, he put down the manuscript, held the microphone and said: "Dear leaders, relatives and friends, Uncle Qian was my former colleague, and more

He was an elder who watched me grow up. To this day, I can never forget the days when he would stew fish soup for me as a child every day, hoping that I would grow taller.

There were only a few people in the institute at that time. My master and Teacher Li both had families. They would go home after work whenever they were not on duty. There were only three people in the institute, Uncle Qian, Xiaoyu and me. Uncle Qian took care of us like family members and provided care for us.

Rice, take us fishing and teach the little fish how to read and write.

At that time, we were curious about everything and couldn't help but look through Uncle Qian's things. Uncle Qian had a diary, and Xiaoyu and I didn't know how many times we had read it. Uncle Qian didn't get angry when he found out, and told us

What happened when he was a soldier."

Xiaoyu burst into tears. Xu Mingyuan and Ma Jintao supported him, fearing that he would faint.

Han Yu wiped away his tears, took a few deep breaths, calmed down a little, and then said: "I clearly remember a lot of the contents in the diary. On November 27, 1950, Uncle Qian passed the 20th four days early.

birthday, because he was going to the battlefield at noon that day. He ate a bowl of 'longevity noodles' in a hurry, said goodbye to his mother and sister as usual when going to work in the town, and headed to the meeting point alone with his luggage.

This is what he wrote in his diary that day, "When we broke up, I looked around frequently, as if I was a general going south." I once asked him that when he joined the army, he had no hesitation and had he ever thought about what would happen to his mother and sister at home if he died.

What to do? He answered with Lin Zexu's famous saying: "If you live and die for the benefit of the country, how can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?" I didn't understand it at the time, but later I learned that this is the spiritual temperament of Chinese intellectuals, and it has been passed down.

millennium!"

If Han Yu had not said this, the leaders, relatives and friends present would hardly have remembered that Lao Qian had gone to junior high school before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and was a legitimate intellectual at that time. However, because his family background was not poor and lower-middle peasants, he later joined the army.

I couldn't do anything after I came back.

"Because Uncle Qian was educated, he joined the army and was appointed as the clerk of the Third Squadron of the Second Brigade of the Highway Engineering Corps of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. This unit was only established on November 26, 1950, the day before Uncle Qian's departure. Two

More than a month later, on February 5, 1951, the Logistics Department of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army changed its name to the Chinese People's Volunteer Army Highway Engineering Brigade, and unified supply according to the establishment of the field army."

Han Yu looked at the speech written by Li Jiao and continued: "It is not difficult to see from Uncle Qian's diary how urgent the situation was at that time. Unlike other well-organized combat troops, most of their temporarily formed teams

They are technical cadres and workers in the transportation system. They are severely lacking in materials, uneven staffing, have no combat experience, and the conditions are very difficult.

Uncle Qian believed that if you work in a profession, you must love it, so he learned from the technical cadres of the army while marching. By December 7th and 8th before the battle, he had learned the business knowledge that it took engineering and technical personnel several years to learn.

Can assist the squadron leader in carefully planning how to open roads through mountains and build bridges over water, from detonators and explosives to a shovel and a pickaxe...

Because the army was temporarily formed and there was no chief of staff, the squadron's food and equipment were also in charge of his clerical duties. What he left us was more of an account book than a diary. What tools were distributed by superiors and how many tools were purchased by the team.

, remember clearly how much you spend on food every day, sum by sum. Also, be careful about how much you spend and how much food you eat every day.

In this way, they were full of energy and calculated carefully, endured the cold and hunger with high morale, and marched towards the Yalu River singing war songs all the way. On the afternoon of December 9, 1950, their squadron crossed the frozen Yalu River as an advance force.

I don't know if the picture of them crossing the river is "mighty and high-spirited". I only know that the diary records that he was carrying measuring tools and dry food when crossing the river. I don't know whether they walked across the glacier or the bridge. I used to

I don’t understand anything, I didn’t ask him carefully, and now I can’t even ask him.”

Yu Xiangqian was even more apologetic than Han Yu. When he was at the Laoyanjiang Police Station, he only regarded Lao Qian as a retired worker who cooked meals. He never thought that Lao Qian was a veteran who participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and he never asked Lao Qian.

Things that happened when I was in the military.

Secretary Qian was filled with emotion. He subconsciously glanced back and confirmed that the officer from the Armed Forces Department was holding a small camera to take pictures. He looked at Han Yu again.

"On the header of the diary that day, Uncle Qian only wrote the words 'Stand across the river before fighting'. It was uncharacteristically scrawled. He must have been exhausted."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Han Yu looked at the speech and choked up and said: "Across the river is the battlefield. On the first day he entered North Korea, Uncle Qian went into the emergency repair battle.

He wrote in his diary on December 10th that 'Miaoxiangshan Floating Bridge was not wide enough' and 'Xinxingdong Bridge was blown into two sections'.

On November 30, 1950, on the third day after entering North Korea, Uncle Qian made a plan in his diary, "The main project is to open the mountain. First, we must overcome the sharp bends, widen the sight distance, maintain the width and there are many cliffs."

The second step is to avoid car holes...

Which road needs to be built and how long, which road needs to be widened, how many tons of explosives are needed, what are the difficulties in surveying, how to ensure safety... It can be seen from Uncle Qian's diary that although he is not a cadre, what he has done

His job is no different from that of a volunteer army commander."

Yu Xiangqian said with emotion: "At that time, there were few literate people, and the military documents were equivalent to half a cadre."

Secretary Qian was convinced: "Yes, if it were another army, it might have been done earlier."

"Uncle Qian was mainly responsible for survey, design, construction and assisting the instructor in the squadron logistics on the battlefield to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea. Although he never faced the enemy face to face with a bayonet, he had many brushes with death."

Han Yu wiped his tears again, looked at Lao Qian's body lying among the flowers, and said: "Once when we were building a road, we were bombed by enemy planes. The troops hid in a cave. The enemy planes fired into the cave. A bullet hit the cave wall and bounced again."

When a soldier came over, a soldier pushed Uncle Qian away, but sacrificed his young life. This incident became Uncle Qian's eternal pain.

One winter, the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and Uncle Qian's squadron received an emergency repair order overnight. In order to prevent the enemy from discovering it, the lights were not turned on. The road was slippery, and unfortunately the car overturned... Uncle Qian was injured, and another comrade died.

In the summer of 1951, while they were sleeping at the home of a Korean fellow, an enemy plane suddenly attacked. They bullied us because we had no anti-aircraft guns and flew so low that Uncle Qian, who was lying on the kang, could see the pilot's eyes clearly through the propped up window.

.A barrage of fire left him with no time to dodge. His comrades on the left and right were all shot to death. His survival was purely a fluke.

Logs are needed to build the bridge, but transporting the logs is difficult and dangerous. The enemy took advantage of the absolute advantage in the air and not only bombed the bridge indiscriminately, but also blocked the river with fire. When they first started transporting the logs, they suffered heavy losses. Not only were they destroyed, but there were also casualties.

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Uncle Qian was quick to change his tactics. He took his swimming warriors to hide under the rafts, or broke the rafts into pieces to confuse the enemy into thinking they were ownerless driftwood. He then successfully released a 70-mile row on the Yecheng River in North Korea, in time.

Completed the urgent bridge repair task on the transportation line, and Uncle Qian also made meritorious deeds.

At the beginning of 1952, the troops had advanced to the south of the "38th Parallel". They were intertwined with the enemy's lines. When it was quiet, they could even hear each other talking. The enemy was close at hand, and his hands were used to holding pens, rulers, instruments, steel drills and

Tie Hao picked up a gun in his hand, fought and retreated, and was almost surrounded several times. The first sentence he wrote in his diary when he withdrew with the troops was 'I almost couldn't come back'..."

After Han Yu talked about Lao Qian's fight against U.S. aggression and aid to Korea, he also talked about every detail of Lao Qian taking care of himself and Xiao Yu at Lao Yanjiang Police Station.

Han Xiangning cried, and Yuzhen cried.

Yu Xiangqian, Lao Zhang, Zhang Junyan and Jiang Xiaojun were all in tears, and Xiaoyu's parents were even more tearful.

Comrade Lao Wu was so moved that he couldn't help himself. He and the staff of the funeral home found pens, inks, paper and inkstones, splashed ink, and composed a poem on the spot:

I set my pen and marched from the army to the battlefield, and the engineering curtains were high-spirited.

Enemy planes dropped bombs to repair bridges, and heavy snow closed the mountains to build roads.

An iron-blooded man should not be afraid of death. An iron warrior will not hurt himself.

The banners are hung high to celebrate the family, and the younger heroes share medals!

On behalf of the whole family, Xiaoyu accepted Comrade Wu's calligraphy treasure and immediately went on stage to give a speech of thanks.
Chapter completed!