"With your performance, you still want to be a soldier? I advise you to stay somewhere cool. If you have any enthusiasm, why don't you quickly find a wife to have a baby and tie up your skinny monkey at home? Don't come out and let the villagers
The folks call us the old Yang family." Yang Fuquan, deputy minister of the Armed Forces Department of Yangdang Town, looked at his little cousin who came to look for him, and he didn't even bother to give him a good look.
As for his youngest cousin, he is really good-looking. He is also fair and tall, 1.8 meters tall. Fortunately, he also has a high school diploma. At the turn of the century, he is also very good-looking.
Not counting dropouts.
Going to college is really a luxury for Yangdang Town, a small and cold town located in the three northeastern provinces. Over the years, there will never be more than a hundred people in Yangdang Town who can be admitted to college.
High school and technical secondary school are the educational ceiling for most young people.
Speaking of my cousin's physique and appearance, it is really hard to say that he would like to join the army. The company commander who comes to recruit soldiers will definitely be able to spot him at a glance.
But Yang Fuquan really didn’t dare to open this back door!
Who is Yang Ping'an? He is a well-known gangster in Shiliba Village. When he was a child, he went to the village to pick vegetables or pick peaches from that house. This was nothing in the countryside.
, little doll, isn’t it?
But this guy is already in his 20s, and he doesn’t have a serious job. He squats at home all day long, and he can’t do things like planting corn.
I didn't have enough money, so I went up the mountain to trap a rabbit and go down the river to catch fish and shrimp, so I went to the town market to sell some money. In addition to buying a few kilograms of Baogu wine for my 80-year-old grandfather, I went to the Internet cafe for the rest.
Although he does not harm anyone, steals, or robs, this kind of behavior is a typical gangster in the eyes of the people in Yangdang Town who are determined to get rich through hard work.
That is to say, Yang Ping'an didn't rely on his good looks to seduce older girls and younger wives, otherwise the reputation of a second-rate man would have been arranged for him.
But even so, Yang Fuquan, who has always been traditional, dares to send such a "bastard" cousin to the Serbian Army. If he also "bastards" in the army, it will not destroy the sign of the Yangtang Town Armed Forces Department. In the future,
Who dares to recruit troops from Yangdang Town?
Isn’t that also blocking the way for the vast number of outstanding young people in Yangdang Town to go out? After all, in this era, if you fail to pass the exam, you have to either go to work in the provincial capital or developed coastal cities, or join the army and strive to perform well in the army.
If Ti Gan stays in the army, as long as he is Ti Gan, he will become a member of the country. Even if he is discharged from the army, he can return to the city or county and have a formal job.
Yang Fuquan walked out of Yangdang Town in this way, and finally demobilized as a deputy company-level cadre and returned to his hometown as deputy minister of the town's armed forces department. He was able to obtain this position only because his old regiment leader happened to be demobilized and was in the province.
The Ministry of Armed Forces greeted him.
Yang Fuquan, who returned to his hometown and became an official, also became the face of Yangjiashan Village. Basically, the villagers in the village would come to him if they had any problems, let alone his cousins like Yang Ping'an who had not yet been born in Wufu.
Now, it's completely normal to go to him for work.
However, Yang Fuquan could still accommodate him on other matters, but how serious is joining the army?
"Brother, I'm leaving then." Yang Ping'an, who has always been quiet, obviously didn't dare to make trouble in front of his cousin Yang Fuquan, who was the face of the family. Being mocked by such a ruthless rejection of takeout, he could only feel depressed.
He replied, turned around and left.
"Come back!" Yang Fuquan looked at his cousin with a forlorn figure, and felt a little unbearable, so he quickly called him back.
"Brother, is it..." Yang Pingan turned his head, with surprise on his face.
"You're already a grown up kid. You're already 20 years old. Stop fooling around like this every day. I'll ask my old comrades in the county another day to see if I can find you a job in the factory. Just wait for me.
News." Yang Fuquan said as he took out 50 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into Yang Ping'an's hand. "Uncle Cheng is getting older. You should buy less Baogushao and other spirits for him to drink. Go buy two bottles of better ones and tell him.
Uncle Cheng, when the weekend is off, I will go back to the village and have a drink with him!"
"I just trapped a rabbit yesterday..." Yang Ping'an wanted to refuse at first, but looking at his cousin's unyielding expression, he could only nod and accept.
"Peace! You can do anything else but be a soldier! It's really not possible." Looking at his cousin's dejected figure as he left, Yang Fuquan sighed slightly.
The so-called squatting at home and being a gangster in the village are actually just excuses. How could Yang Fuquan, who had been a soldier, not know that the army is a big melting pot, and all black iron and bronze can be tempered into fine steel.
The real reason for his refusal was Yang Ping'an's family background.
Yang Fuquan's distant cousin, Yang Ping'an's grandfather and brothers all had a dark history of serving as soldiers in the Kuomintang army when they were young.
Although it has been so many years, after all, soldiers still need to undergo political review. When Yang Fuquan was a soldier, the army sent people to investigate, but it was more than three generations later, so it was not affected at all.
Yang Fuquan gave other reasons for not telling him because he was afraid that his cousin would blame him.
As he grew older, he also knew that in that era, people had no control over their own actions, and it was self-evident what his cousin’s empty trouser legs meant to him, a former soldier!
The old man must have experienced a very cruel battlefield, even if he never told anyone about his experience when he joined the army.
"Grandpa, I'm back! Look, this wine is good!" Yang Ping'an, who had returned home, put down what was on his mind and placed the two bottles of wine in the hands of his grandfather who was sitting in the shade of the big locust tree at the door, basking in the sun.
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Yang Ping'an's parents died in a car accident ten years ago, leaving only his grandfather and grandson in the family, who depend on each other for life.
The old man with only one leg loved his only grandson very much. Even after Yang Pingan graduated from high school, he did not go to work and relied on going to the mountains to get some mountain goods and his own meager five-guarantee money. He did not say much.
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The old man has no other hobbies. He just likes to drink wine. He doesn't want any side dishes. He stir-fries the soybeans grown in his own land in a small bowl and can drink half a catty of wine.
And what he likes to do most is to sit under the big locust tree in front of his home, looking at the cornfields in the distance in trance. Sometimes he just sits there for an entire afternoon.
Yang Pingan asked his grandfather why he kept looking there. The old man shook his head and said nothing, but his eyes were a little bleak and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be deeper.
"What? Are you trapping a fox or catching a big fish? Are you willing to buy such good wine?" The old man glanced at the bottle of wine and asked lightly.
"Brother Fuquan bought it with money. He said he would come and have a drink with you on the weekend. It seems that I have to go to the mountain twice in the past two days, otherwise you two won't even have food to drink." Yang Ping'an lowered his head and felt depressed.
He replied in a muffled voice.
"You went to Fuquan, did you say you wanted to join the army, but he refused?" the old man asked with his eyelids twitching slightly.
"Grandpa, you know, I have wanted to be a soldier since I was a child. When I was a child, I climbed trees and mountains, much faster than Goudan Heiwa and the others. I went to Internet cafes to play CS because I wanted to practice marksmanship and reaction. I even went
I was trapping a rabbit on the mountain, and I was also thinking that if I were in the army, I might be able to rely on these design mechanisms to kill the enemy just like Rambo in the movie.
I don't understand why you don't let me go to the army, and Brother Fuquan doesn't let me go either. I really can't figure it out." Maybe it was because of being in front of his closest relatives, Yang Ping'an's depressed mood suddenly broke out.
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"Hey!" Facing his grandson's venting of depressed emotions, the old man's somewhat turbid eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, he closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.
Seeing that his grandfather's mood seemed to have become depressed due to his venting, and the ravines on his face seemed to be a little deeper, Yang Ping'an couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt in his heart.
He was raised by his grandfather, and the relationship between him and his grandson was very deep. However, the stubbornness unique to young people would not let him give in so quickly while he was still in deep depression.
"Do you really want to be a soldier?" The old man's voice, whose eyes were still closed, suddenly became deeper.
"Yeah!" Yang Ping'an nodded fiercely.
Ever since he had watched the movie "The Bloody Battle of Taierzhuang" shown in the village when he was a child, the eight or nine-year-old child was moved by the soldiers who rushed towards the Japanese tanks with explosive bags, and he wanted to be like them.
"Go take out the small wooden box at the bottom of my camphor box!" The old man took out a key from his clothes and handed it to Yang Ping'an.
Yang Pingan was a little confused holding the key!
He knew about the camphor wood box. Grandpa was very precious. According to his parents, even they had never seen the old man open it in front of them. For a long time, Grandpa buried the box under the ground in the yard.
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Unexpectedly, there was a small wooden box inside. Could it be that there was some kind of gold and silver treasure in it for him to use for his connections?
You know, it is said that the old Yang family was a wealthy family sixty or seventy years ago, but later declined because of the arrival of the Japanese.
Since we are a wealthy family, how can we not leave some backup?
Thinking of this, Yang Ping'an couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.
However, the small box he took out was much lighter than Yang Pingan thought. Forget about gold bracelets and silver ingots.
The old man sitting in the yard stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the small wooden box that was almost patinated for a long time. Unexplainable vicissitudes of life flashed in his eyes before he gently pulled off the wooden cover.
There really was no gold, silver, or jewelry that Yang Pingan imagined in the wooden box, and there were no banknotes, bankbooks, or bank cards. They never existed in Yang Pingan's mind. There was only one book in it that was so damaged that only the edges were left.
A few corner documents, a few black and white photos and a few medals.
"Didn't you hear in the village that our Yang family was once a wealthy family? Those are all the people in this photo!" The old man motioned to Yang Ping'an to take out one of the photos.
It was an old black and white photo, but because it was well preserved, the photo is still very clear even today!
In the photo, three soldiers are looking heroic in military uniforms. However, it is obvious that the two soldiers on the side are taller and the one in the middle is much thinner. As long as you are not blind, you can still see the two soldiers on the side.
The soldiers took great care of the one in the middle. Otherwise, why would the bean sprouts be standing in the middle of the three of them?
"This is your second grandpa and third grandpa." The old man said softly.
"What about the one in the middle?" Yang Pingan asked instinctively.
"It's me. I'm the sixth in our generation in the Yang family. I have five elder brothers and three younger brothers and sisters!" The old man's voice was very calm.
"Let me tell you, how come there are so many people in our Yang family?" Yang Ping'an's eyes almost turned into copper bells!
Sure enough, the old Yang family was once a wealthy family, and his grandfather was a soldier as the legend said.
"That year, your grandfather swore to God that he would kill the Japanese invaders to avenge the blood feud of my Yang family. Six of us brothers went to join the army to fight the Japanese.
Your eldest grandfather and your fourth grandfather and your fifth grandfather joined the 29th Army. When the Japanese attacked Wancheng, your eldest grandfather died in the battle. Your fourth grandfather died in battle while blocking the Japanese pursuit a month later. Your fifth grandfather died the following year.
In Taierzhuang..." When the old man talked about this, his eyes were full of pain.
Especially when he remembered that he had also been to Xuzhou during that time. If he could talk to the regimental commander at that time, he might be able to meet Fifth Brother there for the last time.
But at that time, the Yang family was in enemy-occupied territory. Let alone communications, the old Yang family did not even receive a death notice!
This news was told to the Yang family by a second lieutenant platoon leader from the neighboring county who secretly escaped from the army after the victory of the Great Patriotic War and did not want to fight in the war.
Yang Pingan was stunned for a moment!
"Your second grandfather and third grandfather took me and joined the 67th Army. In the Battle of Songhu, both of them were gone..." The old man spoke softly about what happened more than 60 years ago, with an incomparable voice.
calm.
But there were a few tears shining in the eye sockets!
Even though 63 years have passed, he still clearly remembers that the third brother was going to drive to seduce Japan and turned around and told him: "No matter how hard it is, you have to live for me. We, the six brothers of the old Yang family, must have one."
I went back to report to my family."
He did it, he fulfilled his promise to the young third brother. After the victory of the Patriotic War, he refused the attempts of his superiors and comrades to stay, gave up his great future, and stubbornly chose to return to his hometown.
"That ID belongs to your third grandfather. The car he was driving was hit by a Japanese machine gun and caught fire. That's all I snatched away."
Yang Ping'an couldn't say a word. Although these grandfathers were too far away from him, and he didn't even know that these people existed until today, he could feel the calm grandfather's deep heart.
pain.
All five brothers died on the battlefield. Grandpa must have been in great pain, very painful!
"Then our Yang family..." Yang Pingan, who gently touched the fragments of documents from more than 60 years ago, squatted down and held his grandfather's withered hand.
Grandpa's hands are actually a bit icey in this early summer!
"In the eight years since we left home, Japanese traitors were rampant in the countryside, and the people were in dire straits. Of the three younger brothers and sisters below me, only one sister survived. Several of my cousins above me joined the Anti-Japanese guerrillas, and none of them
Can come back.
We were all the hope of the old people. Ever since your grandfather found out that the eldest, fourth and fifth child were gone, he was greatly devastated. Before I could go back, he couldn't get any better. The three aunts and the ones who were still at home
The other two uncles held on until I came back, and then heard the bad news about the second and third uncles. They were hit again, and within ten years, they were basically gone.
I am a big Yang family, and later on, not to mention the seats were full during the Chinese New Year, there was enough room for one person to sit at one table." At this point, the tears in the old man's eyes finally burst out of the frame.
Yang Pingan was completely sluggish!
There is nothing worse than this!
It turns out that war can be so cruel!
Yang Ping'an finally knew where his name of peace came from. His grandfather, who had experienced such suffering, hoped that he could live in peace. That was the simplest and most extravagant wish of his generation.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry. I realize now that you should have told me earlier." Yang Pingan's tears finally couldn't help but fall.
"It's all over, it's all over. The country is very good now. You can see that your grades are not good and you haven't finished high school. In our time, it was good to have a school to study in. Every family still has land. As long as you have
As long as you have hands and feet, you won't die of hunger." Seeing his grandson crying, the old man gently patted Yang Ping'an's hand and comforted him.
"Take this and go to the Ministry of Armed Forces to find Fuquan and tell him that you are going to join the army. If the army requires a political review, this will be the proof." The old man took out a somewhat gray medal from the innermost part of the small wooden box.
The medal is not small in size, weighing two or three in weight. It has the word "special" on the surface, and on the back of the medal is engraved the words "Awarded by the Four Lines Regiment Directly Affiliated to the 23rd Army!"
"Which unit is this 23rd Army Group?" Yang Ping'an asked subconsciously. Seeing the most prominent one, the Four Lines Group was automatically ignored.
"Sichuan Army! It's the army that comes from a place that likes to eat hot pot. Our regimental commander's hometown is there." Speaking of his commander, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly seemed to light up.
Yang Ping'an had a wry smile on his face.
Although he didn't know much about the history of that era, he still knew that they weren't all from the same faction! They were still rivals later on, so if you take the medals issued by this army, it would be a shame if the army recognized them.
"Go if I ask you to go. If Fuquan doesn't dare to answer, then ask him to find his leader. If he doesn't even dare to look, tell him to get out and don't come to my door in the future, Yang Zhonghua." The old man saw his grandson.
With this look, I didn't know what he was thinking. He frowned and his voice became louder.
Even though the old man had a broken leg, he had been in the army for many years and his momentum was still there. Not to mention that Yang Ping'an was afraid. Back then, there were people who came to trouble him based on legends. He also sat in front of his house like this, just narrowing his eyes slightly. Those people
Don't dare to make any changes.
It wasn't until many years later that Yang Ping'an understood what that kind of momentum was called. It was called murderous intent!
Yang Ping'an's scalp went numb when he thought that his grandfather with a broken leg turned out to be someone who had been killed in the bloody sea of corpses during the Hengyang Defense War. Fortunately, he was just a little naughty, but he didn't act recklessly. He was really different from those in the town.
If the gangsters get together, it's hard to say whether there will be a modern version of killing relatives for justice.
It's been a few days since the medal was given to Yang Fuquan, but he still hasn't received a reply. Yang Ping'an has given up on joining the army. If he misses it this year, he will be 20 and 21, so he might as well just farm and trap rabbits at home and accompany his grandfather!
In the future, when grandpa is a hundred years old, he can go out to work to earn money, marry a wife and have children. If he likes guns, then go to the Internet cafe in the town and play more CS.
Yang Ping'an, who was walking down the mountain with two rabbits, had already begun to plan his future, and then he heard a stern cry: "Uncle Ping'an, something happened, something happened!"
Looking from a distance, the person shouting at the foot of the mountain is his nephew who is only three or four years younger than me!
Could it be that something happened to grandpa? Yang Ping'an suddenly panicked and lost all the rabbits, running wildly down the mountain.
"Uncle Ping'an, go home quickly, go home quickly!" The fifteen-year-old boy must have been running all the way, and his words were already a little incoherent.
"What's wrong, it's my grandpa..." Yang Ping's heart suddenly sank.
"It's Mr. Hua!" The young man just nodded, and when he saw Yang Ping'an's face turned pale suddenly, he quickly shook his head again: "It's not Mr. Hua!"
Yang Pingan wants to eat people.
"Many cars and people came to the village, all looking for Grandpa." The young man finally said a complete sentence.
Yang Ping'an, who ran back to the village with the boy, finally understood why his nephew said there were so many cars with so many people. There were really many cars, some black and some green, more than a dozen.
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Yang Pingan, who was a little dazed, walked numbly towards his home. Maybe someone said that Yang Pingan belonged to this family. The group of middle-aged people standing near the door of his house all smiled kindly at him.
As soon as he walked in, Yang Pingan was even more confused.
Grandpa was surrounded by a group of old men and a silver-haired old lady.
This is, the former creditor came to visit? This ridiculous idea miraculously flashed through Yang Ping'an's mind.
Otherwise, why would Mao have so many old men gathering at his home?
"Brother Bicheng, is your grandson safe?" The old lady's eyes were still a little red, obviously she had just cried.
"Ping An, come here." The old man stood on one leg and asked Yang Ping An to call people domineeringly: "This is your Grandpa Niu, this is your Grandma Erya, this is your Grandpa Tudou, this is your Grandpa Kawako, this is
It's you..."
Yang Ping'an was like a puppet, constantly bowing his head and calling people.
The old men all smiled and nodded.
However, the old lady held Yang Ping'an's hand and couldn't help but blushing again. She turned around and said angrily: "Brother Bicheng, you are really unreasonable. You can just go home. I gave you the wrong address and didn't tell you.
Even if you change your name, the commander and our comrades have been looking for you for decades."
"I don't want to trouble you, let alone sir. I'm living a pretty good life now!" the old man replied with some embarrassment.
At that time, he was also panicked. He changed his name to protect his family. Later, when transportation became more convenient and news became smoother, he was afraid that too much time would pass and his old comrades would have forgotten him. He also didn’t want to be embarrassed by others. If not,
If his grandson Yang Ping'an had to join the army, he would not take out the medal. Originally, those things would go to the ground with him.
He was already very satisfied to have survived that cruel war.
"Anyway, you can't run away this time. I called the chief and told him that I found you. He and Sister Mingyue were very happy, but he was also very angry and said that if you don't want to live, don't you also want to die?
Your old abacus monitor is waiting for you to see him there. He has been there for more than 40 years. How can you bear it?" the silver-haired old lady said again.
"It's my fault. I went to admit my mistake to the squad leader!" Yang Bicheng burst into tears when he heard this.
"Yang Pingan, right?" The old man named Tudou, who was obviously several years younger, looked at Yang Pingan with a smile. "Do you want to be a soldier?"
"Yeah!" Yang Ping'an nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, then you pack up and go with us with your grandpa."
"Where to go?" Yang Ping'an obviously didn't respond.
"Would you like to be a soldier? Go to Taihang, the place where your grandfather fought." The old man looked at Yang Bicheng. "Brother Chengzi, your grandson is stupid, but you don't have the grace of when you were young! If you follow him
Say, you, Yang Bicheng, have killed hundreds of Japanese soldiers, he won’t pee his pants in fear!”
"At his age, I was even more stupid than him! Didn't I meet the commander?" Yang Bicheng laughed.
That charming and energetic person is completely different from the usually taciturn grandfather in Yang Ping'an's eyes.
But Yang Ping'an was really shocked. His head was still buzzing until he got in the car and got on the plane.
It’s true that old men are really good at bragging.
But the old men are not lying about one thing. Yang Ping'an really joined the army.
Three days later, Yang Pingan put on a new military uniform. He was specially recruited into the army and will train with the new students of the special forces academy.
It was really like a dream! Especially when I later heard that my grandfather’s name appeared in real battles in the Great Patriotic War.
The word "special" at the front of the medal represents special military merit!
