Village head Zhao Yong showed his enthusiasm and welcomed Liu Jun, Dumb and Mengting into the thatched cottage. Liu Jun briefly introduced his identity. Zhao Yongli offered to smoke Sanruanzhonghua but was refused. Zhao Yongli smoked a hookah pipe filled with yellow tobacco.
Talk freely.
According to Zhao Yongli, his son died suddenly due to overwork while repairing the ditch in front of the village. His daughter-in-law was too sad for her husband's death and passed away early, leaving behind a single child, an eight-year-old who lived with him.
My grandson is named Zhao Xiaohu. The little boy went to the top of the mountain to hunt early.
"Old man, I came from the provincial capital. I brought some grain and oil to visit the villagers and to visit the old heroes of your generation." After listening to the introduction of Village Chief Zhao, Liu Jun thought of his hard-working childhood and met him.
The young Zhao Yongli respected them very much and decided to leave the ten barrels of oil and ten bags of rice brought in the car at the village chief's house for Zhao Yongli to distribute to the villagers.
Zhao Yongli wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, thanked him repeatedly, and then said emotionally: "In these barren mountains and ridges, the soil is not good, and nothing can be grown. The villagers make a living by digging wild vegetables and hunting small animals on the top of the mountain. The town government
During festivals, people will send people to transport some food to the mountains to provide relief. The younger ones have gone to work in other provinces and never come back. It’s just the old immortals like us who guard the village and don’t want to leave.”
"Old man, I can understand. It's hard to leave our hometown." Zhao Yongli's words touched Liu Jun's heartstrings again. His father was not hard to leave his hometown. If he hadn't been forced to leave his hometown by the village chief Xiao Fugui, his father would have refused to do so.
Came to the provincial capital.
"You are all good people. These old bones in our village guarded this mountain until their death. On the other side of the mountain are buried many villagers who died in the war and the Eighth Route Army. A big battle was fought here. Some comments at the time said
It was no less intense than the Battle of Taierzhuang. More than half of the men in the village were killed, including more than 200 strong young men, and more than 100 Japanese soldiers were killed. I was lucky, and a bullet flew past my ear. I almost missed it.
He was shot in the head and died."
Zhao Yongli was old, and his words had no logic, and he was rambling here and there. But Liu Jun could tell that Village Chief Zhao was very familiar with the war that year, and expressed his wish to fight the war in the early days even if he died.
The topic of dead brothers being buried together is very sad, but it is also admirable.
Liu Jun lamented that the greatest people's hero is not in the bustling city, but in the barren mountains and mountains that are almost forgotten.
Mengting was very moved when she heard some stories about the Anti-Japanese War told by Zhao Yongli, so she proposed that she would support the ten poorest families in Tujia Mountain Village with 200 yuan each, and let the village chief Zhao select ten families.
Ueto donated in person.
"Girl, you have good intentions. This barren mountain is inaccessible to traffic. There are only old people and children in the village, so no matter how much money they have, they can't spend it. Young man like Ajun brought some rice oil, but it can be used.
"
After Zhao Yongli finished speaking, he looked troubled, faced Mengting, and said: "If you want me to find the ten poorest households, I can tell you that people like me are the same in the whole village. We have already run into
Now that we have a democratic society, we are all proletarians. Except for those who are not communists and share their wives, everyone is extremely poor. Every household with a little rice and oil comes together. If we are hungry, we will be hungry together. If we have something to eat, we will eat together and help each other. In short, everyone
It’s all the same.”
Meng Ting wanted to say something else, but Liu Jun stopped her, and asked Meng Ting to take out two thousand yuan in cash from her bag, put it solemnly in front of Zhao Yongli's desk, and said solemnly: "Old man, let's do this, it's not a bother."
Which of the poorest families have you chosen? Leave all 2,000 yuan here with you. This is RMB, with a ** watermark. It costs 100 yuan a piece. If you want to leave it in the city, you can buy a bag of rice worth 30 kilograms. When the time comes,
It will be somewhat useful when building the bridge in front of the ditch at the head of the village."
When Zhao Yong heard about building a bridge, his eyes lit up. He held two stacks of hundred-yuan red banknotes in both hands and sighed: "I have wanted to build a bridge for a long time. Several children fell from that single-plank bridge and drowned.
I have always been very sad. Alas, the town government has said that it will build the bridge for many years, but no one has come to build it."
"Is that so? Human life is at stake. It's important to repair the bridge." When Liu Jun heard this, he turned around and asked the mute without hesitation, "Ali, how much cash do you have with you?"
The mute gestured with his hands, and there was 50,000 in cash tied into the waistband of his pants.
Liu Jun suddenly had an idea. He decided to build a bridge for the poor hometown of civilian heroes who had fought in the war. He asked Zhao Yongli: "Old man, have you ever thought about what kind of bridge you want to build? How much is the budget?
Woolen cloth?"
Zhao Yongli put the two thousand yuan back on the table, knocked the hookah pipe on the corner of the table, knocked out the tobacco, lit a small yellow cigarette, took a puff, looked at Liu Jun, and sighed.
, said: "I asked the cadres in the town and they said that the ditch is not very wide. The budget for building a stone bridge is 30,000 yuan. Most of the stones are ready-made. It doesn't cost much to hire some masons from the neighboring country houses to build the bridge."
Even though the town can’t even pay the cadres’ wages, we can’t squeeze out the bridge repair fees.”
"Old man, if we donate 30,000 yuan to the town government to build the bridge, can the bridge be repaired?" Meng Ting immediately interrupted. She saw that the mute gestured and brought 50,000 yuan in cash, and she was afraid that Liu Jun would impulsively donate 50,000 yuan.
Yuan Lai, Lijun Company has just started, and there are many ways to use money. You have to spend what should be spent, and don't spend it randomly.
"Yes!" Zhao Yongli stood up immediately, looking at the statue of the emperor in the middle of the thatched hall with an expression of great admiration.
"Ali, give me 30,000 yuan in cash to help the villagers here build a bridge." Liu Jun could also see Mengting's intention and didn't want him to spend more money.
In fact, Zhao Yongli was very kind and did not falsely report the cost of repairing the bridge. When Liu Jun asked the mute in front of Zhao Yongli how much cash he had brought, the mute clearly indicated with his gesture that it was 50,000. If Zhao Yongli said that it would cost 50,000 to build a bridge,
Liu Jun has to give it all.
The mute immediately untied his belt and took out 30,000 yuan in cash and handed it to Liu Jun. The mute was very happy for Liu Jun to sponsor the villagers to build the bridge. He hoped that Brother Ajun would do more good deeds while making more money. He
Before his death, his adoptive father told the mute that while helping Liu Jun to develop, he should always remind Liu Jun not to forget his duty as a human being.
Liu Jun took three bundles of hundred-yuan bills, folded the two thousand yuan from Mengting on the table, held them in front of Zhao Yongli with both hands, and said solemnly: "Old man, you and the people in the village are all heroes of the Anti-Japanese War. The people will not
What I forgot about you is not that I can't trust the local government and it's a troublesome thing. I will not donate the 32,000 yuan through the government, but directly hand it over to you. I will see to it and use it as long as I can build the life-saving bridge.
"
Zhao Yongli took the money, tears streaming down his face, and choked with sobs: "Ah Jun, thank you, thank you. The one hundred and twenty-year-old old man showed his spirit, and this life-saving bridge can finally be repaired."
"Old man, please give me a little thought. Don't get excited." Liu Jun stepped forward to help Zhao Yongli sit down and said, "Old man, can you ask a few villagers to go down the mountain to help carry ten bags of rice and ten barrels of oil?
Come up, the car can't drive up across the ditch."
"Okay, I'll call you right away." Zhao Yongli found a piece of hemp rope and tied the 32,000 yuan firmly, stuffed it into his chest, and tied it to his belt for fear of losing it.
Keeping the money with him, Zhao Yongli found a broken gong, holding the gong in his left hand and a mallet in his right hand and excitedly walked out of the hut. As he walked, he said proudly: "Ah Jun, I remember back then, when I found out that Japanese soldiers had entered the village in the middle of the night.
At that time, this broken gong was used to remind the villagers to get up from their beds and beat the Japanese devils. However, this gong has not been beaten for many years."
As soon as he walked out of the door of the hut, he saw Zhao Yongli picking up a mallet and banging on the top of the mountain. The sharp and piercing sound of the gong echoed in the mountain. In just a few dozen minutes, a very shocking scene appeared.
Already.
As the gong sounded, suddenly, many elderly and gray-haired villagers emerged from the barren mountains and ridges. Some were holding harpoons and shovels, some were carrying axes and sickles, and some were carrying shotguns and bows and arrows.
The villagers, whether they could run or not, rushed towards Zhao Yongli's house in Tujia Mountain with murderous weapons in their hands.
"Haha, Arjun, have you seen it? When the Japanese invaded the village, the old man just knocked the gong. The villagers were not afraid of death. Villagers from each village gathered around and killed a Japanese army who sneaked into the mountain village.
Destroyed."
Zhao Yongli and Liu Jun were talking, and the gong was beating more and more vigorously. Thinking back to the war back then, Zhao Yongli still looked like a young fighter, full of energy, as if he was about to fight the Japanese who came up the mountain.
Looking at the elderly villagers from all over the mountains and fields pouring towards the mountains with murderous weapons, Liu Jun's heart was completely shaken. With such a brave Chinese nation, it is strange that the Japanese invaded China and were not defeated. The ammonia farts of the gods entered the mountains to cause chaos.
Visiting a shrine without paying homage will ultimately lead to self-humiliation.
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