At this moment, Qian Hongyu became Lei Feng and helped the old man get into the car with his backpack. The road was indeed not easy to walk on. Road construction workers were pouring asphalt and there were two traffic jams. Fortunately, the traffic jam didn't last long.
Qian Hongyu had been hungry for a long time, so he picked up the bread and distributed one to each person, and then handed another to the old man. The old man refused but accepted it.
Qian Hongyu usually wouldn't eat this stuff, but when he saw Zhang Ruolan tearing open the bread and eating it, Qian Hongyu had no choice but to eat it with a mouthful of bread and a mouthful of mineral water. Maybe it was because he was hungry, but Qian Hongyu actually thought the bread tasted good.
While gnawing bread, she and the old man chatted about family matters. "Old man, what is your surname? How old are you this year?" "My surname is Ke. You are sixty-eight this year." After hearing that the old man's surname was Ke, Zhang Ruolan immediately asked
: "Uncle Ke, do you recognize Ke Xiaoming from Shiban Village?"
"Why don't you recognize him? Ke Xiaoming is my grandson." Qian Hongyu turned his head. What a coincidence. "His father, Ke Deping, is my youngest son, and he walked in on me. I went to visit them today from my hometown, Nanshui Village, Ping'an Town.
This child's life was so miserable... His mother died when he was two years old. His father was not in good health... His grandfather was also a sick man. His grandmother was in good health, but she got some kind of stomach cancer in the second half of last year.
The surgery cost more than 20,000 yuan, and the family owes a lot of debt. In the first month of the year, I went to the hospital for a check-up and heard that it had relapsed. Where can I find the money to treat her? "
Uncle Ke talks a lot and can't stop once he starts. "Last week, the town learned about their situation and classified their family as a very poor household. The highest relief and poverty alleviation funds were given, but it was still difficult to solve their family's difficulties. Do you want to
Think of a family with three patients. The town and village are not rich, and the country is in trouble. There are so many impoverished areas that require money from the country. I can’t blame anyone but my own life. Xiao Ming is a sensible child. He retired in the second half of last year.
After going to school and doing everything at home, he can make up for most of the labor. Alas... this child's life is really hard. A person who is only ten years old can't afford to study. What do you think he will do when he grows up? "
After Uncle Ke finished speaking, tears were streaming down his face and his face was filled with sadness, and he sighed deeply. Cui Jing and Xiao Yang's eyes were all wet. Qian Hongyu turned his head, and Zhang Ruolan glanced at him, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. Qian
Hong Yu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to distinguish but still lowered his head.
"Yesterday, my son called me in the village... He said that the county party committee secretary personally led a team to the village to help the poor. There is a good man who wants to sponsor Xiao Ming's education. He may come over in the next few days and asked me to come and take a look. This
No, I rushed over here early this morning...and I just thought...this Communist Party is good and can keep the people's affairs in mind. Socialism is different. When one party is in trouble, everyone can support it."
"Isn't this... the difficulties of Xiao Ming's family have been reported to the higher authorities. A few days ago, reporters came and it was published in the newspaper. This good man actually came to the door. Yong Lin... Although there have been a few corrupt officials,
There are a few bad people, but there are still many good people. If this happens before liberation... my grandson's family will be doomed. I'm thinking... if the good people from the county come, I will kowtow to them in person.
Ring your head and thank your savior."
What a simple old man! Cui Jing and Xiao Yang felt a wave of heat boiling in their hearts.
"Uncle Zeng, the good person you mentioned is in this car. She is the chairman of our Honghua Group." Qian Hongyu said with a smile and pointed to Zhang Ruolan in the back seat. Regarding the illness of Xiao Ming's family, Qian
Hong Yu didn't know much about it, but Zhang Ruolan's look undoubtedly left a shadow in his heart. Qian Hongyu decided to make up for it, and he didn't care whether he could make up for it or not.
"Oh! Girl, you are Zhang... Chairman Zhang... What a noble person... What a noble person! I, Old Man Ke, will kowtow to you and say thank you!" After speaking, Uncle Ke burst into tears and grabbed the chair in the front row.
The backrest was about to kneel down. "Uncle Ke can't help it! The car is running, be careful not to touch it." Zhang Ruolan stretched out her hand to hold Uncle Ke's arm. The driver Xiao Zhao held the steering wheel, stared ahead and stepped on the brake lightly.
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"Uncle Ke, sit still and don't trip." Cui Jing also persuaded her. She only found out about Ke Xiaoming a few days ago, but she didn't know that anyone was sponsoring Ke Xiaoming. She looked at Zhang Ruolan with a complicated look.
Xiao Yang quickly hugged Uncle Ke and pressed him down on the seat. "Chairman Zhang is a good man, what a good man!" Uncle Zeng finally sat smoothly on his seat again. Looking at Zhang Ruolan: "Thank you, thank you very much, Chairman Zhang.
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"Uncle Ke, just call me Xiao Zhang. Don't thank me... If you want to thank me, thank our great party and socialism. If it weren't for the party's reform and opening up, I wouldn't be able to run a company and still make money? I
It’s time to do what we can now.” “Our whole family is grateful to the Communist Party...Thanks to the country...Thanks to socialism...” Uncle Ke was very excited and said from the bottom of his heart.
Although the van was not stable enough, Xiao Yang quietly turned on the camera and recorded this touching scene and words. There was another traffic jam on the road, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Shiban Village. The village party secretary, Ke Xiaoming and his
Father, Deputy Secretary of the Party Committee of Yonglin Town, Chang Jiang Xingming, as well as the principal and teachers of the village primary school are waiting for Zhang Ruolan and others in the village. Leaders of the County Civil Affairs Bureau and Education Bureau arrived in Yonglin Town yesterday, and newspaper reporters today
We just arrived, half an hour earlier than Cui Jing and the others.
Everyone accompanied Zhang Ruolan to see the old school. The Young Pioneers greeted her with beating gongs and drums at the school gate. At the ceremony held in the playground for Zhang Ruolan to donate money to build a new school building and to help Ke Xiaoming study, representatives of the Young Pioneers presented Zhang Ruolan with a red scarf. Both parties
The rescue contract was signed. Mayor Jiang, the principal, and the leaders of the County Education Bureau each delivered brief but enthusiastic speeches. Zhang Ruolan also said a few words. Ke Xiaoming swore in his immature childish voice:
I will study hard, make progress every day, and live up to Aunt Zhang's care. When I grow up, I will try to be a good person like Aunt Zhang, do more good deeds, and do good deeds throughout my life. I will always listen to the party and work hard to serve the motherland and the people.
Qian Hongyu took the lead in applauding, and the villagers who spontaneously gathered on the school playground applauded enthusiastically. The thunderous applause echoed over the mountain village, accompanied by the golden sunshine and the early autumn wind, spreading to the outside of the mountain and to the boundless
Ke Xiaoming cried excitedly and threw himself into Zhang Ruolan's arms. With tears in his eyes, Zhang Ruolan hugged this lovely child. Xiao Yang carried a camera and recorded this scene.
Everyone accompanied Zhang Ruolan to Zeng Xiaoguang's poor home. In three dilapidated adobe houses, two patients, Ke Xiaoming's grandparents, were lying. The house was almost impoverished. When Zhang Ruolan and the others came in, the grandmother, who had stomach cancer, kept mumbling.
Said: "The noble man is here... The noble man is here..." Zhang Ruolan quickly supported her as she tried to get out of bed. "Grandpa, grandma, this is the noble Aunt Zhang that you have been thinking about these days." Ke
Xiao Ming stepped forward to introduce.
"I know. Thank you very much, Your Majesty. Xiaoguang is studying again." The old grandfather said leaning on the bedside. The old lady looked at Zhang Ruolan with cloudy eyes, and kept stroking her hands with her thin hands.
. He kept saying: "What a good person... What a good person... How can we thank you?"
At this situation, Zhang Ruolan couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and she forced a smile and said: "Old grandma, your illness is not a big problem. I will take you to the city for surgery today, and just do another surgery."
Now." The old lady was so excited that she burst into tears and said with a choked voice: "It was also the money you gave Xiao Ming to study... How can we cause more trouble... How can our family repay your kindness in this life?
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Zhang Ruolan was obviously emotional and said with red eyes: "Grandma, just think of me as your granddaughter. I know the doctors in the city. It is convenient to go to the city for surgery. They will take good care of you... Money,
We have it, don’t worry.”
Several villagers also persuaded the old lady, and the old lady finally nodded. Everyone helped clean up and helped the old lady and her husband get into the car. Cui Jing and Xiao Yang also took out a few hundred yuan with tears in their eyes, and the county and town leaders
They each took out five hundred yuan and stuffed it into Ke Deguang's hand. Zhang Ruolan called Qian Hongyu aside and said, "Send the old lady and the others away. Take my business card to Director Fang of the Municipal People's First Hospital, and he will arrange it."